When Markus met Peter (M+/M+)(Concluded 11/30/24)

[_zin_]

Great chapter! Nice that Dean and Peter instantly became friends. And how Peter's family jumped in (took charge) of Matkus' house renovation. And Markus' students. But more importantly, Eddie, get out of that bathroom!

[gag1195]

@_zin_ Again, after their hardships, it is refreshing seeing everyone there to support Markus and Peter! And yes, how exactly will Eddie factor into this cliffhanger....?

[Eros95]

@_zin_ Again, after their hardships, it is refreshing seeing everyone there to support Markus and Peter! And yes, how exactly will Eddie factor into this cliffhanger....?

Maybe Eddie became Peter and Markus bondage friend

[Bradstick]

What a cliffhanger!!! Here I was thinking this chapter would be a nice slice of life while they get back to normal. Nope he is getting kidnapped again!

Can’t wait for the next chapter! Keep up the amazing work!

[gag1195]

@Eros95 Firstly, thank you for taking the time to read and comment! I appreciate it! Secondly, I do plan on making use of Eddie more in future works. Since this is a prequel, chronologically speaking, Markus and Peter don't really keep in contact much with Eddie. When I first started these stories, Eddie didn't exist as a concept or character yet, so he'll essentially have to be reintroduced in any future stories set in the "present day" of my little story universe. But, never say never!

@Bradstick We ha a few wholesome, slice of life chapters, but I can't end this story without a bit more excitement, and hopefully wrapping up a few loose ends!

Again, thank you everyone for commenting your ideas and support! I hope to have the next chapter out sometime this week! So stay tuned!

[gag1195]

And here we arrive at the penultimate chapter! I promised it wouldn't take a long as the last update! And yes, your read that right! After this one, we have just one more chapter left in this story! Thank you to everyone who's stuck with this tale and offered their support to Markus and Peter in this journey of a start to their relationship!


Part 35: Heaven Knows

Markus

“Just something to help you sleep…” The doctor said firmly, not relaxing his grip on Markus’ arm.

“What do you mean?” Markus pulled away from the doctor. “This isn’t right! HEL-MMmmmmm!”

The doctor’s other hand clamped down over Markus’ mouth, silencing his scream. Eddie is in the bathroom. He had to have heard me!

Markus didn’t get the chance to form any more thoughts. His limbs were turning to jello, his eyes were growing heavy. He tried to struggle, tried to fight against the doctor, but his attempts at flailing slowed. Seeing the drugs taking effect, the doctor released Markus’ hand and reached up to pull down the mask.

Hunter smiled down at Markus. “We’ll talk more once you wake up, Markus…”

Markus screamed into Hunter’s hand until he lost consciousness.

—--

An all too familiar groggy wakefulness greeted Markus. This time however, he was more alert. He couldn’t let Hunter win. Not after everything he’d been through this past week. He tried to get up, but couldn’t move. Wrists and ankles were firmly held down, and something was pinning his chest and arms to the bed.

“Good afternoon, Markus.” Hunter reappeared in Markus’ field of view. “Don’t try to get up. This hospital is so wonderfully stocked. Those medical restraints were so easy to locate, and even easier to use. They’re designed to hold down dangerous patients and criminals. You won’t be going anywhere.” He shook Markus’ arm to test the restraints, and Markus felt how firmly attached to the bed he was. “And these drugs! Closets and closets full of them! And only one of them was locked! All I had to do was dress the part and not a single person bothered me!”

“Hmmmmtmmmmr, plmmmmm!” Markus cried. He felt the spongy material filling his mouth.

“And that extra strength gauze around your mouth! Amazing!” Hunter cackled. “Oh, and don’t worry about your friend in the bathroom. I had an extra dose, just in case you didn’t go down with one. He’s sleeping his off, all wrapped up and out of the way. Wouldn’t want any interruptions for our little chat, would we?”

Hunter hopped up onto the bed and straddled his captive. “He’s cute by the way.” He nodded toward the bathroom. “Definitely out of your league. Eddie, right? Peter told me about him. He’s the guy you were dating at the same time as Peter?”

Hunter suddenly grabbed Markus’ neck and began squeezing. “Why didn’t you choose Eddie? You could have left Peter alone! Then none of this would have happened!”

He released Markus, allowing the bearded man to breathe. “Oh well, it’s too late now. I can’t make Peter love me. You’ve seen to that.” He choked Markus again. “But that doesn’t mean you’ll get him!”

“MMM-MMMM-MMM!” Markus gasped out as Hunter’s hands closed around him.

Peter…. I’m sorry…. I love you…

The tight pain around his throat, the whiteness creeping in from the edge of his vision.

“My life is over, Markus. The fire destroyed everything I own. The police are after me, my reputation and freedom are over. Peter will never choose me. But at least I can take you down with me…”

The grip tightened. Markus hacked and coughed as much as he could through the sponge and gauze. His nostril flared out, trying to inhale as much precious air as they could.

Lauren… Dean… Connor… Everyone fought so hard to help me… I’m sorry… Peter…

—--

Peter

He was starting to hate his family. He loved them, they were amazing. But he hated them. Peter should be resting, recovering from his ordeal, helping his boyfriend do the same, being next to Markus as much as possible.

Instead, he was helping Noah lay tiles in the bathroom. They were nice tiles, all things considered; white and pale blue checkerboard style, but with a subtle dark blue veining. Peter had been placed on grout duty, after both Noah and Peter’s father determined that Peter’s tile laying work was subpar.



Noah carefully placed each section of the tile, while Peter threw down the grout and spread it over the tiling. “You’re out of practice!” Noah teased.

“Oh yeah? You personally re-tiled the bathrooms at NASA? Shut up!” Peter grumbled back. He didn’t want to be here. He should be spending quality time with Markus, eating terrible hospital cafeteria food and watching whatever awful TV trash he and Lauren flipped on.

He wasn’t there as often as he should be, but his family insisted that they needed his help. Making final decisions regarding paint and carpet and tile. “You know Markus best, and it’ll be your home too!” His mother reasoned.

And credit where credit was due, the house did look amazing. The floors had been replaced to Mr. Wilson’s standards, and new carpeting had been laid in the living room and hallway. Mrs. Wilson had finished painting, a neutral light sandy color that Markus seemed to be favoring in his swatches. All that was left was finishing the bathroom and putting furniture where it belonged.

Most of Markus’ and now Peter’s belongings were in the garage, but Dean had made it his job to sort through as much as he could to determine where everything belonged, and had begun creating room piles. He’d even dug up their old weight bench, long since buried under junk and furniture. He’d also located Peter’s weight set and set up a small home gym in the garage.

Peter noticed that the remaining half of the garage would be the perfect place for his motorcycle and its necessary maintenance, so once enough piles had been sorted and moved, he claimed that spot. When Dean pointed out that between the two of them, they’d muscled Markus out of his own garage, Peter just shrugged. “He’ll just have to get used to it. If he doesn’t like it, he can move everything back himself.”

“But he’s got two broken ribs…” Dean pointed out.

“Exactly.” The two laughed.

“Peter! Focus!” Noah snapped him back to the moment. And the moment was Peter dumping a glob of grout all over Noah’s hand. “No, you know what? Just go. Send in dad or Thomas. Go spend time with Markus. Your head clearly can’t think about anything else, and I don’t want you ruining all this hard work in the home stretch. Go, we’ll finish up here.”

Peter pressed an exaggerated kiss on Noah’s cheek, even when Noah tried to bat him away. “You’ve always been my favorite brother!” Peter raced out of the bathroom and shoved Thomas in as he passed.

—-

The hospital was quiet. Or at least in regards to the Markus Kent support system. Dean was treating Lauren to brunch, and had extended an invitation to Peter, but he’d declined, wanting to eat with Markus. Connor had been threatened back work, and Liam was still holding down the fort at the office with Suzie. Peter made a mental note to do something special for the two of them when everything was back to normal. Likewise, Kyle and Santiago had their own hands full with the bar and mechanic shop respectively, and wouldn’t be able to make the rounds until nearly dinnertime. Markus had had some visitors from school the day before, but Peter suspected that it was shaping up to be a quiet, visitor-free day for his boyfriend. Peter would have to fix that.

Peter stepped off the elevator on Markus’ floor and found a familiar face waiting in the reception area. Standing at the desk, chatting with the nurse on duty, was the firefighter who’d saved the couple. Dax. That was his name, not that Peter would likely ever forget the handsome firefighter or the role he played in making sure Markus was safe.

Peter strolled up to the desk. The fireman was dressed in uniform. Not the full gear fire rescue attire Peter had previously seen him in, but his more formal uniform that firefighters wore for receiving awards or doing media interviews. A short sleeved blue button down adorned with various patches, shields, and honors, and some simple gray slacks, along with basic black loafers were a far cry from the more heroic and rugged looking firefighting gear.



“As I said, Dax, rules are rules, even for someone like you.” The nurse was saying.

Dax sighed but smiled. “I know, Tania, I know. But I just wanted to pop in and say hi, see how he’s recovering. You sure you can’t make an exception?” He leaned in and smiled again.

“No exceptions, not even for those dimples and pearly whites. This floor has a strict two visitor per room policy.” Peter nodded sympathetically. That rule had caused a lot of shuffling around of friends and family wanting to see Markus. The Wilsons had almost gotten forcibly escorted out when they all tried to visit Markus’ room that first night.

“But surely, as a decorated firefighter with a connection to the patient…”

“He can wait his turn like everyone else.” Tania shot back, but Peter saw her smiling. “There are already two visitors in with Mr. Kent, so until one of them leaves, the only people going in there are his doctors, nurses, or the police.”

Peter stepped up to the desk and greeted Tania. She’d been the nurse on duty at the desk most days this past week, so they had chatted quite a bit. “Good afternoon, Peter.” Tania all but ignored Dax, turning her attention to the blonde model. “Sorry, but like I was explaining to Dax, the visitor rule…”

Peter held up his hand. “Say no more, Tania. I don’t mind waiting a bit.” Tania raised an eyebrow. “Honest! Especially if the alternative is getting escorted out by security.”

“It’s nice to see that you’re finally learning.” She joked. “I’d hate to have to call security on a decorated local hero, so maybe you can explain how things work to Dax here.”

Dax shook his head but faced Peter with a smile, extending his hand. “Good to see you. We didn’t really get to do proper introductions the other night. Dax Aarons, local decorated hero.” He said, casting a side eye towards Tania.

Peter chuckled and returned the handshake. “Peter Wilson, accountant, model, and extremely grateful to local decorated heroes.” He felt himself blushing. That almost never happens… “And I want to thank you again for everything you did, Mr. Aarons.”

“Dax, please.” He tugged at the collar of his dress shirt. “I hate when things are too formal. Dax is just fine.”

“Dax. Thank you for saving Markus.”

“I distinctly remember that you had done most of the work getting the two of you to the door. Most of that thanks belongs to you.”

Peter shook his head. Markus wouldn’t want him getting a big head right now. “But I was struggling, and fading fast. If you and the rest of your team hadn’t arrived when you did… So, thank you.”

It was Dax’s turn to blush. “Well, if you insist, you’re welcome. That’s actually why I’m here. I wanted to check in on you and Markus, see how you’re both doing.”

Peter tilted his head slightly. “Really? That’s so kind.”

“Well, after my fourth TV interview about the rescue, one of the reporters asked if I had been to see you two yet, and it sort of planted that seed in my head.” He rubbed his neck. “For those more intense rescues, I do like to check in when I can, and I finally had a day off from work and from the media, so here I am!”

“I think that’s great, and I’m sure Markus will appreciate it too!” Peter beamed. He looked at Dax. He’s ridiculously handsome. Like objectively. I love Markus, but damn… I wonder if he’s… Maybe he could be a fun third once Markus heals… Is he single? How would Liam feel about going out with a firefighter…

Peter realized he’d been awkwardly staring at Dax for far too long and he quickly looked away. “Um… Uh… let me see who’s with Markus right now. If it’s one of our friends, I can see about making a switch so you can see him.”

Peter flipped through the visitor log until he found Markus’ room. Eddie Greene… Eddie? Interesting… Hopefully I don’t have anything to worry about… Peter joked to himself. Then his smile faded. The second name on the visitor log…

Peter Wilson.

Peter spun the book around and asked Tania, “Is this an old sheet?”

Tania looked at it quizzically. “No, I put a fresh set of paper in this morning… So why is your name on here already?”

Peter’s eyes went wide and he sprinted down the hall toward Markus’ room. “Call 911!” he shouted back at Tania, and he saw Dax following right behind him.

Peter practically ripped the door off its hinges and froze. There, straddling Markus, choking him, dressed as a doctor…

“HUNTER!” Peter saw red. And he lunged. Without even thinking, acting on primal instinct, he leapt for Hunter.

He collided with his roommate and tackled him to the floor. They landed on the hospital floor with a painful thud, but Peter didn’t notice or care. He was on top of Hunter, pinning him to the floor. Before he could stop himself, Peter threw a punch at Hunter’s stupid face.

It connected. Squarely. A satisfying blow against Hunter’s cheek.

Then another. Hunter’s lip this time.

Another, close to Hunter’s eye.

Another.

Another.

Hunter didn’t, or couldn’t defend himself. Peter might have heard shouting, but it was distant. Markus? Dax? Doctors? It didn’t matter. Peter was a vengeful spirit, exacting his due against the living piece of human excrement that had made the last week of their lives a torturous Hell.

When police officers finally managed to pull Peter off of Hunter, the pathetic man was in the fetal position and his face was bruised and bloodied.

—--

Markus

He wouldn’t last much longer. He’d survived being Hunter’s prisoner, just barely, but now it seemed as though Hunter might win, here at the end. Markus weakly pulled against his restraints, tried to buck Hunter off, but to no avail. He was too well bound, too drugged, too weak to save himself.

His consciousness was fading, This was it.

“HUNTER!” A force knocked into Hunter and sent him flying onto the floor. Markus strained to see what just happened, and his heart soared as he recognized Peter.

“PMMMR!” He tried calling out. But Peter couldn’t hear him.

Hands were on him a moment later, frantically trying to undo the restraints. “Markus, it’s okay, you’re safe now. Try to take slow, deep breaths for me.” A deep, calming voice instructed. Markus turned and recognized the handsome face of the firefighter. Peter had pointed him out on the news and explained that he was the one who carried Markus out of the apartment. The firefighter called over his shoulder in a commanding, but not threatening voice, “We need security in here now!” He shouted some medical terms and orders to the nurses, but Markus didn’t understand a single one.

The firefighter turned back to Markus and continued to coach him in taking calming breaths as he worked to unwind the gauze from Markus’ mouth. By the time Markus spit out the sponge, hospital security and a handful of police officers had run into the room and pulled Peter off Hunter.

Markus looked at his boyfriend. Peter’s eyes were distant, his hands were bloody, but Markus wasn’t sure how much was Hunter’s and how much was Peter’s. Peter fought against the officers, and even managed to break free. He immediately lunged for Markus, wrapping the teacher in the tightest hug he could manage.

Markus cried. From relief, from the pain of his ribs, from the adrenaline. “I love you.” Markus coughed out.

“I love you.” Peter whispered, his teeth still gritted, intensity still etched on his face.

Peter didn’t fight when the officers pulled him off again and escorted both him and Hunter out of the room.

The firefighter stayed, but stepped back to let the doctors and nurses examine Markus.

It took a few minutes, but Markus finally managed to calm down. The doctors checked his breathing and airway. They explained that his voice and throat would be strained and sore for a few days, and there’d be some bruising around his neck that would fade sooner rather than later. They checked his wrists and ankles where the restraints had been tightly applied, and drew blood for a tox screen. One doctor mentioned that Markus would need to stay for a few more days to make sure everything Hunter injected was flushed out.

Markus nodded. Everything they said made sense, but Markus only half listened. He kept replaying those terrifying moments back in his mind. He’d almost died. Hunter had almost killed him. If Peter hadn’t arrived when he did he and Eddie might have both been goners.

He sat up. “Eddie!” His hoarse voice shouted out. He pointed to the bathroom door.

The firefighter looked confused but went to investigate. With everyone quiet thanks to Markus’ sudden outburst, they could just make out a faint pounding sound. When the firefighter opened the door, the sight of a bound and gagged Eddie greeted them. He was bound in gauze, the tough and durable material snaking around his arms, hands, torso, thighs, legs, ankles, and of course, his mouth. He’d been propped up on the toilet, and was doing his best to weakly stomp his bound feet to get someone’s attention.

The firefighter immediately got to work trying to free Eddie from his bonds, and he was joined by two of the nurses that had been tending to Markus. The firefighter spoke to Eddie in that same clam voice, and Eddie nodded along with everything the handsome hero said. When the firefighter reached up to unwrap the gag, Markus saw Eddie lean into the touch, and practically nuzzle the man’s hand. Eddie must have realized what he’d done, because Markus saw him turn a deep shade of crimson.

Once he was freed, a nurse quickly led him out of the room for a proper examination. The firefighter lingered in Markus’ room, but watched Eddie leave with a quiet, determined gaze.

Once Markus had been thoroughly checked, the doctors left and he was alone in the room with the firefighter. “Hi.” He said, stepping up to the bed. “My name is Dax Aarons. I’m sure Peter and the news have already explained everything to you, but I wanted to visit and properly introduce myself.”

Markus nodded and held out his hand. “Markus Kent. Peter says that you’re the one who heroically carried me out of the burning apartment.” Dax shook Markus’ hand and nodded.

“That’s true.”

“And hopefully, he’s already thanked you.” Dax nodded again. “Good. And thank you from me too.” The Markus leaned up towards Dax. “Peter insists that you were shirtless and sooty when you burst through the door. But that can’t be true, can it? He’s bullshitting me, isn’t he?”

Dax smiled and winked, but didn’t say anything. He didn’t get the chance before Detective Sullivan entered and sent the handsome firefighter out to the reception area to wait for her.

“Hunter is officially in police custody. And rest assured, he’ll be going away for a long time.” She sat down next to the bed. “Now, I just have-”

“A few questions.” Markus finished, his voice raspy.

“I know it’s a lot. And for what it’s worth, I am sorry about everything you’ve been through. But your testimony and answers are going to help make sure Hunter receives the justice he deserves.” She leaned in and smiled. It was the first time she’d ever done so in front of Markus. He was a bit taken aback. “And rest assured, we won’t be pursuing charges against Peter for his action against Hunter. The little weasel is crying assault, but the DA won’t hear it.” She leaned back, but seemed a bit more relaxed than her usual tough-as-nails demeanor. “The two of you have been through a lot, and we are almost at the finish line. Now, about those questions…”

—--

Peter

Peter was taken to a larger hospital room with two beds and was parked on one. A team of doctors, nurses, and officers made sure he didn’t go anywhere. His hands were cleaned, checked, and bandaged, and the doctors did a basic examination. They promised him that he could return to Markus in a bit, which helped calm him down.

About ten minutes later, Eddie was led in and placed in the second bed, and a more thorough examination began on the tall, bearded man before the curtain was drawn, blocking Peter’s line of sight. That was fine with Peter. He didn’t have much to say to his one time romantic rival, and he didn’t much feel like talking right now anyways.

The doctors cleared him and instructed him to wait in the reception area before he could go see Markus. As he was leaving the room, he nearly ran into Dax. Literally.

“Oh shit!” Dax said, catching Peter before the blonde hunk could fall. “My bad, entirely!” He released Peter and stepped back. “Um, sorry, I was…”

Peter scrunched his eyebrows. “Can I help you with anything, Dax?”

“Um, I was told that they admitted a patient to this room?”

“Eddie?” Peter turned back to the curtained off half of the room.

Dax nodded. “He was, uh, tied up in Markus’ bathroom. Hunter’s doing. Just wanted to check on him.”

Peter glanced down and thought he saw a slight outline of Dax’s hose. “I’ll leave you to it.” He patted Dax on the shoulder. “And thanks again.”

—--

Detective Sullivan made her way through Dax, Eddie, and Peter in her questioning crusade. It was late, after visiting hours were over, before she finally concluded her questions. Peter had texted everyone and told them everything that happened. Everyone, of course, descended upon the hospital the moment they heard about the attack and arrest.

The officers and security had to turn everyone away, except Dean. Being family had its privileges. He and Peter were allowed to stay with Markus overnight, given the circumstances. The hospital wheeled in some of their cots and provided some after hours cafeteria desserts for the trio.

Markus didn’t feel like talking much, and Peter and Dean didn’t press him. Dean was out pretty quickly, despite the less than comfortable tiny cot he was curled up on.

Peter refused to leave Markus’ side, not even to sleep. Instead of using his cot, he was pressed up against Markus, on the side with no broken ribs, contentedly cuddling and nuzzling against his boyfriend. “I love you, Markus.” Peter repeated.

Markus kissed Peter’s forehead as they drifted off to sleep. “I love you, Peter.”

“I’m never letting you go.” Peter said in his sleepy half-consciousness.

Markus breathed out a quiet chuckle. “Promise?”

“Cross my heart.” Peter draped an arm across Markus’ chest.

It was right where the medical restraint strap had been earlier, pinning him to the bed and at the mercy of Hunter. But Peter’s arm didn’t feel tight, or restrictive, or restraining. It was warm, comforting, and solid. Proof that Peter was here, that they were safe, that they were going to be alright.

[Socksbound]

Dax and Eddie????

Peter is so adorable sweet and perfectly protective. Hunter deserves worse than that beating

Such a great chapter it has suspense, laughs, a happy ending it has it all

[DeeperThanRed]

Hunter just doesn't know when to quit! It's a good thing Dax and Peter were there to rescue. I imagine Markus will need all the love from his boyfriend to get over this, but the worst is behind them.

(Also, good on Eddie for bagging the hot firefighter! He deserved it. )

[Volobond]

Yay for Eddie and perhaps Dax! Even if they don't end up together, a little rescue romance never hurt anybody!

And ooooh Hunter, when I catch youuuuu... Idk, I wouldn't have stopped Peter if I knew the context. But hopefully he'll be locked up tight (in a decidedly not fun way) and he doesn't have a rich mommy or daddy somewhere to bail him out, the creep.

I'm hoping for blue skies for our heroes, and happy days!

[KidnappedCowboy]

Hunter desperately needs a taste of his own medicine...confined to a place like Arkham Asylum in "Batman." Put him in a padded cell, straitjacketed and muzzled. Come to think of it, I'll take Hunter's punishment for him!

And I just love the way Eddie was mummified in gauze helplessly tapping his feet for attention.

[gag1195]

@Socksbound Happy to see the final climactic moment has been well received! Lots of great Peter shining through in this chapter as well! And of course, the little tease of Dax and Eddie... Who knows how that might develop?

@DeeperThanRed Well, like he sort of explained in the chapter, Hunter was essentially going for broke. He's desperate, he's lost, but he still doesn't want Markus to win. Thankfully, Peter and Dax were there to run interference! And Dax and Eddie, what can I say? If we ignore the Hunter incident, Eddie is the victim/loser of this story. As noted all the way back in the first few chapters, his fate was sealed by nature of this being a prequel. But, he received a lot of love and support that I needed to give him a win! And I knew I'd be introducing Dax during this climax, and he was also conveniently single thanks to Connor winning the Liam poll, so...

@Volobond Or a lot of romance... Even if it doesn't work out, Eddie better hold on to that hot firefighter for as long as he can! Hunter definitely deserved worse than a handful of punches from Peter, but it is sort of the officers' job to stop that sort of behavior. Hopefully the justice system will deliver enough of a beating to satisfy you and the other readers!

@KidnappedCowboy Since you seem to be volunteering, perhaps you could share a cell with Hunter and enjoy some conjugal visitation while Hunter is forced to sit there and do nothing but watch. You could help him adjust to life in straitjackets and muzzles! And yes, it was very brief, but given this site's love of mummification, I had to squeeze it in somewhere!

Thanks for the incredibly supportive comments, everyone! I know it's been a long journey, so thank you for sticking with it! It means so much that you wonderful readers have been here for this story!

[blackbound]

What everyone else said, really! Good to see Hunter's gone (for now?), even though I enjoyed his chaotic evil. And hooray for Dax/Eddie.

[Guardianbound]

So glad the Hunter threat is finally gone. Markus has really been through so much over the course of this story, happy Peter is now there to support him as he heals.

And yes Eddie finally gets the love he deserves, bonus points for his love being a calendar worthy firefighter

[gag1195]

@blackbound It is wonderful that we can all finally relax, breathe a sigh of relief, knowing that Hunter is done and gone! And yes, Dax and Eddie, the sleeper hit pairing of my little universe...

@Guardianbound Markus is definitely going to be leaning on, holding onto, and firmly grasping Peter for support... I had a feeling that Eddie's and Dax's burgeoning flirting would be well received, but y'all really love these two. I already have plans for my next story, but I may need to also start drafting a Dax/Eddie (Dex? Deddie? Daddie?) story in the near future...


With the Thanksgiving holiday, I should have some extra time this weekend to get the final chapter out! Stay tuned!

[gag1195]

It's been a long, often winding road, but we finally come to the end of this story. To all those who stuck it out the past couple of years, from the bottom of my heart, thank you. You wonderful, loyal, amazing readers and commenters are the reason I've been able to not only write this story, but finish it as well as I feel I've been able to do! I hope you all enjoy this ending as much as I do, even if it is more of the sappy happily ever after endings I've become known for. Definitely don't want a repeat ending similar to Moral Quandaries, at least not for Markus and Peter!


Part 36: Andante, Andante

Peter

A weight had lifted. Truly. Everyone breathed easier, felt lighter. Connor especially. Peter had seen the personal trainer keep everyone together these past couple of weeks, and even when Markus had been found, he only relaxed somewhat. Now that Hunter was in police custody, Peter could see the difference in his friend. For the first time in weeks, Connor was finally letting all that tension and responsibility go.

When Connor fully relaxed, it signaled to everyone else that they too could relax. The group was finally at peace. Lauren, who had been staying with Connor, neither wanting the other to be alone during the stressful days of their missing best friend, made sure that Connor finally got some sleep. Both visited the moment they heard about the attack and Hunter’s arrest, but after assuring that both Markus and Peter were alright and recovering, Lauren marched Connor back out the door so the big man could rest.

Kyle and Santiago made appearances as well, and spent some time helpfully distracting Markus and Peter. Kyle promised an entire night of free drinks once Hunter was sentenced, and promised Markus a standing drink discount at every Disco Night. Peter shuddered. Feels like I’m the one who’ll need the discount. He sighed, resigning himself to an indefinite future of 70s hits. Santiago also promised discounts on helping Markus maintain his trusty SUV, and planned on keeping eyes out for any motorcycle parts that Peter needed.

Liam also visited, the smaller accountant wearing his relief on his face the entire time. He talked with the couple, updating Peter about the latest office gossip, the work Peter could look forward to when he returned, and shared a few recipes from Suzie.

The Wilsons also made the rounds, keeping Markus company at various times, especially when Peter was “asked” to return to work a few days later. “Sounds like that vacation of yours is winding down, eh Wilson?” His boss called and subtly hinted.

He didn’t mind so much. Markus was in good hands, and getting back into a normal routine felt nice, even if Peter quickly settled back into his own routine of pushing just how late he could be.

More than anything though, Peter could not wait for the trial, and sentencing, of his psycho of a roommate.

Sullivan, annoying as she was, had become an important fixture in their lives. Her endless questions were helping to build solid testimony against Hunter. Coupled with the mounting evidence and eyewitness accounts, it was unlikely that Hunter would see the light of day again.

Peter felt even more reassured when One of the parents of Markus’ student arrived to offer his services, pro-bono. “Mr. Kent helped keep Jeremy from losing his scholarship. This is the least I can do.”

Her firm devoted countless resources to the case. All they had to do was wait.

—--

Markus

He was incredibly thankful for the constant visits. His friends and Peter’s family all but ensured that there was at least one person in the room with Markus at all times. He thanked everyone profusely.

Markus even responded well to the hospital mandated therapy and psychological evaluations. A condition of his release, the doctors explained. After his time in captivity, the drugging, and Hunter’s attack, they needed to make sure that Markus was handling the stress well from a mental standpoint.

Peter had been given a similar explanation and a couple of chats with the hospital’s psychologist, when he first arrived. Peter said things had gone well, with the massive caveat that he spent far less time as Hunter’s captive, suffered only one dose of the drugs, and was able to escape and help Markus.

It was a lot to talk about, but Markus felt better after his discussions with the psychologist. They cleared Markus for release, but it was decided that Markus would continue therapy for a few more sessions at least. “Settling in” sessions, as they were described. All in an effort to help Markus get back to a normal life.

Peter was there to help get Markus discharged from the hospital, but strangely, no one else was. Markus immediately knew to expect a party back at the house.

But when Markus saw everyone, and the beautifully renovated house, he practically collapsed. Peter was there to catch him, hold him upright, and soon enough, Lauren, Dean, Connor, and everyone else had enveloped the couple into a massive and welcoming hug.

Mr. Wilson excitedly led Markus through the house, explaining all the work done, which students and families provided for the renovation, talking non-stop about what Peter and his brothers did. Markus smiled through his tears, admiring every detail.

“Thank you.” Was all he managed to say before Mr. and Mrs. Wilson hugged him again.

“It’s the least we could do during all this.” Mrs. Wilson said. “Besides, you’re family, Markus. We gotta stick together.” Mr. Wilson added.

Food and drinks, talking and joking, well into the night. Markus was still exhausted from his injuries, but he couldn’t stop smiling, nor did he want to kick anyone out. Peter didn’t mind at all. He saw Markus’ grimacing and yawning, and finally told everyone to leave. “We love you, we thank you, but it’s time to get Markus to bed!” Everyone smiled and nodded and said their goodbyes.

Dean, of course, was staying, but everyone else shuffled out. Plans with Connor and Lauren and the Wilsons were shouted about, but finally, it was quiet.

Peter helped Markus get ready for bed. “I hope you’re ready to play nurse.” Markus teased. “Six weeks of recovery for these damn ribs.”

Peter nodded. “The doctor is in!” He winked and wiggled his eyebrows.

“None of that either.” Markus scolded. “Don’t tell me you already forgot what the doctor said.”

Peter rolled his eyes. “None of ‘those activities’ for at least three weeks, and then anything after that needs to be at a minimum.’ Might as well put me in a chastity cage!” Peter complained.

“Don’t give me any ideas.”

“In your condition? You’d never be able to wrestle me down long enough to try!”

“It might still be worth the effort.”

—--

The first few nights were blissful. Being back in his own bed, his hunk of a boyfriend cuddled close, and most importantly, out of the hospital.

But the third night home, Markus woke up screaming, almost unable to breathe. Peter was awake in an instant, trying to coach Markus to take deep breaths and Dean burst through the door moments later, nearly collapsing on the bed next to his brother.

Peter wiped tears off Markus’ cheeks as the teacher tried to form words. “I couldn’t breathe. It was dark. I was alone.”

“Ssshhhhhh…” Peter whispered. “I’m here. Dean’s here. Everything is okay…”

Dean rubbed Markus’ arm and nodded.

None of them got much sleep that night.

At Markus’ next therapy session, the doctor suggested that this was Markus’ mind finally starting to process everything that happened. “Your time in the hospital has been quite busy, for a number of reasons, that perhaps the relative peace of being back home has allowed your brain to start unpacking everything. And I suspect that as you move closer to the trial, these nightmares will only continue.”

The therapist offered Markus some strategies, and a prescription to help him sleep.

He was right of course, Markus reasoned. The trial was set to start in less than a week, and Markus was a bundle of nerves. Not only that, he was slowly starting to get back into his work routine, answering more emails, grading more assignments, and getting ready to return back to the classroom.

The next night came with another nightmare, but when he woke up in tears again, Markus was able to push the terror down. He gripped Peter so tightly that the blonde hunk was awake in an instant.

“Markus!” He whispered, full of concern.

“I’m okay.” Markus reassured his boyfriend. “Just another nightmare. But I’m okay. I’m here. You’re here. We’re okay.” He eased up on his tight grip. “Sorry for squeezing so tightly. I just needed to feel you here.”

“Never apologize for that.” Peter pressed closer “I’m here, Markus. Squeeze as hard as you need to.”

“I’m sorry for all of this.” Markus said without really thinking. “This is all my fault…”

Peter sat up, turning on the lamp. “No more of that.” He turned to face Markus head on. “None of this is your fault, Markus. You have nothing to apologize for. You didn’t choose any of this, so there is nothing for you to feel sorry for.”

Markus nodded. “I know. My mind just keeps screaming at me that I did something wrong. That if I’d done something differently, none of this would have happened. That I messed up somehow.”

Peter pulled Markus close against his chest. “I’ve got those same thoughts too. What could I have done to get to you sooner, why didn’t I realize something was wrong faster, why didn’t I see the signs.” He squeezed Markus tight. “But none of that matters. It doesn’t change anything, so it doesn’t help to dwell. I love you Markus. We’re both here, and everyone is fine. Those are the thoughts to hold on to right now.” He kissed Markus’ forehead.

“I love you too, Peter.” He pressed as close as his broken ribs would allow him too. “What did I do to deserve such an amazing man?”

“You can thank me properly in five and a half weeks.”

—--

The trial was relatively painless. The worst part was having to share the courtroom with Hunter, who did not stop sneering at Markus during the entire proceedings. Thankfully, he’d been cuffed and shackled, so it was an empty, if still unnerving, threat.

Markus, Peter, Lauren, Connor, Eddie, Dax, and even Mr. Patricks all said their accounts on the witness stand. Sullivan gave the damning testimony of her team’s investigation. Dean, the Wilsons, Markus’ principal and some co-workers all gave character testimonials.

A psychiatrist hired by Hunter’s lawyer tried to argue about Hunter’s mental state, but that was quickly thrown out, given the amount of planning and effort Hunter went through against Markus and Peter.

In the end, after days of trial, testimony, and deliberation, Hunter was sentenced to fifty years for kidnapping Markus and Peter, another twenty years for his last desperate murder attempt against Markus, another five for reckless endangerment against Eddie, and even five years for arson. No chance of parole, and only the arson charge could be knocked off for good behavior.

It was over. Finally. Hunter was led away, and would be out of their lives forever.

Kyle was true to his word, and the biggest celebration that the Cloak and Dagger had ever seen was held that night.

It was second only to the Welcome Back pep rally that greeted Markus the next week when he finally returned to school. Peter would have loved all this attention, but I’m about ready for things to calm down now. But Markus knew he couldn’t escape this. And deep down, he didn’t want to. Not entirely.

—--

Lauren, Dean, and the Wilsons said their goodbyes and made their individual ways home shortly after the trial, and things mercifully began to return to normal. Connor, true to his word, had Markus on a new diet and exercise plan to help him recover. Both Markus and Peter had settled back into their jobs, and had found a nice routine at home as well.

As the weeks passed, and Markus continued to improve, they began reintroducing some elements back into this routine.

Slow and simple at first, Markus would tie Peter’s hands together in front while they were watching a movie. Peter would playfully pin Markus down and handgag him so the blonde could watch sports.

Peter was constantly checking in with Markus, making sure they weren’t moving too fast, or double checking that everything was comfortable. They didn’t want to rush back into things, especially given Markus’ recent experience as Hunter’s captive.

But, slowly, surely, They found their rhythm again, and after those long six weeks, Markus had recovered. He was still sore, but there was no longer a risk to his ribs.

One Friday night after dinner, Markus had slipped the leather cuffs onto Peter’s wrists and attached them together in front. He dragged Peter out to the middle of their living room, helped Peter wrap his arms around Markus, and they began to dance. Markus pulled his phone out and began playing Abba, but he noticed that this time, Peter didn’t seem to mind his song choice.

“It’s a nice song.” Peter admitted as he hummed along to Andante, Andante. “I like it.”

“It’s always been my favorite from them.” Markus rested his head against Peter’s neck.

Peter leaned in to kiss Markus’ cheek. “You know, we don’t have a song yet, do we?”

Markus lit up. “You don’t mean it. You don’t want an Abba song as ‘our song’...”

Peter kissed him again. “I mean it. You’ve worn me down enough to admit that I like some disco songs. And like I said, this one is nice.”

They danced to their song until it ended. When the music stopped, Markus looked at Peter. “I think I’m ready tonight.”

—--

Peter

He stared at his beautiful bearded boyfriend and smiled. “Are you sure?”

Markus nodded. “I trust you. I want you to tie me up and have your way with me.”

Peter lunged in and kissed Markus full on the mouth. “Babe, I am going to rock your world! But first, you gotta get these cuffs off me!”

Peter’s mind was racing. The first time Markus would be fully tied up since…

It had to be perfect. Peter had to be perfect. Markus was counting on him. He grabbed hold of Markus hand and led the way to the bedroom. There, he had Markus strip and sit on the bed while he gathered the necessary supplies and thought about how he wanted to bind Markus.

This may be a mistake… but… An idea formed in Peter’s devilish mind. What better way to get your feet wet, than to jump into the deep end…

Peter gathered up a few coils of rope, a few bandanas, and the roll of duct tape. He’s definitely going to hate this part… Peter smiled as he tossed the roll up and down.

He returned to his ever-patient boyfriend and set the supplies on the bed. Peter took the first coil of rope and began winding it around Markus’ ankles. He tied it off in cuffs, cinching the knot so it was snug and tight, but didn’t cut off circulation. Just the way Markus had taught him.

“How’s that feel?” Peter paused and looked up to his boyfriend. They would take this as slow as Markus wanted, and stop the moment he wanted. Peter didn’t want to scare Markus or undo all the hard work the teacher had been doing.

Markus moved his bound feet up and down, testing the rope. “It feels good. Secure. Comfortable.” Markus looked down at Peter. “Have you been practicing behind my back?”

Peter winked, but didn’t respond. Instead, he gathered up more rope and instructed Markus to rest his hands at his side. He bound each of Markus’ wrists to their respective thighs. Again, Peter paused. “And that? How’s that feeling?”

Markus pulled against the ropes, testing Peter’s skills. “Definitely not going anywhere.” Markus joked. But Peter didn’t laugh. He waited. Markus nodded. “It feels fine. I’m still doing okay. And you’ve definitely been practicing.”

Peter grabbed the final bit of rope and had Markus sit up on the bed. Peter crawled on as well, sitting behind his bound boyfriend. He positioned Markus’ arms so they were flush, or nearly flush, against his side. He threaded the rope around one of Markus’ arms, just above the elbow, and pulled it back slightly. He pulled the rope behind Markus’ back and around the other elbow, tightening his work. Markus’ arms were pulled back, not far, not to the point of elbows painfully touching behind his back,but far enough back that he couldn’t move his arms more than a simple shake. With the remaining rope, Peter quickly wound it around Markus’ torso and arms, the rope running just under his chest.

Knots tied, rope firm and secure, Markus was completely bound. And Peter could see that the specific tie did not escape the teacher’s attention. Peter had mimicked the body’s position in a sleepsack; legs together, arms and hands stuck to the side, very little wiggle room.

“Oh, you’re evil…” Markus growled, but he was laughing, so Peter felt at ease. He knew this was a gamble, one that could have easily backfired.

“Well, we’re not quite finished yet.” He held up the bandana and tape. “And before you call me evil, please note that I planned on gagging you with some nice, clean bandanas. If the evil accusations continue, then I’ll be forced to find some dirty, sweaty gym socks from the hamper.”

Markus went wide eyed and nodded. Satisfied, Peter balled up one of the bandanas and held it in front of Markus’ mouth. He opened and accepted the gag without complaint, followed by the second bandana which served as a cleave gag tied off behind his head. And, even with the evil comment still on Peter’s mind, the blonde hunk was generous. Only three rotations of the sticky silver tape to further silence his well behaved boyfriend. “Snaps, please, Markus.” Peter said reassuringly. Three resounding snaps were music to Peter’s ears.

And then Peter did what he does best.

Still seated behind his captive, Peter began at the neck, nipping and biting and kissing the exposed, sensitive skin. His hands wrapped around Markus and began exploring his beautiful body. They’d touched, and hugged, and held each other at night. But this time, his hands against Markus’ body felt different. Not new, but renewed, the sensual sensation of two lovers joining together.

Peter’s hands and mouth moved lower. Peter planted kisses down Markus’ spine while his fingers began to play with his sensitive chest and caress his stomach. Markus moaned at each touch, each kiss, each pinch and bite. He wanted this just as badly as Peter did.

Peter released his hold around Markus and lowered his prisoner down so he was laying on the bed. At full attention, Markus was powerless, helpless, and so beautiful. Peter did the same for Markus’ hairy front. He kissed his way down from the gagged lips, across his chest, and followed the trail down, down.

He practically inhaled Markus, so desperate for his boyfriend’s member. And Markus responded in kind, bucking into Peter’s mouth with as much fury. Peter laughed, his noise muffled by his boyfriend’s cock. Peter’s hands continued to roam up and down the bound man, eliciting even more glorious moaning, all while his tongue continued to work its magic around Markus.

Peter felt that Markus was close. Understandable after so long without a proper release. But still, it was too soon. Even against his own interest, Peter released Markus. The bearded captive whined and bucked, desperate for his climax. “Soon, Markus… soon…”

He flipped Markus over and grabbed the bottle of lube. “I know this will probably hurt a bit. But it will also feel so good. Only if you want me to, though.” Peter leaned in to whisper. “What’ll it be Markus? You want me to fuck you?”

“Hmmmmmmsssss!” Markus cried, nodding his head into the mattress.

“Snap for me, Markus. Three snaps is a yes.” Three immediate snaps. “Good boy…”

Peter sat back up and began lubing up his dick and Markus’ waiting hole. It was cool, but after a moment of rubbing, it warmed to a more pleasant sensation. Peter knelt behind Markus, and lined up, ready to enter. His hands holding Markus’ hips firm, he pressed into his boyfriend. Slowly at first, gauging the tightness, Markus’ pain level. Back and forth, enter more and more with each motion, picking up speed when Markus’ cries turned into moans and he began moving with Peter.

Peter was close too. Like Markus, it had been far too long without a proper release. He arched Markus up, and reached around to stroke at his captive’s erection.

Peter felt his climax building, building, until finally…

“YEEESSSSSS!!!!” His seed spilled into Markus.

“PPPMMMMMMMMMMMTRRRRRR!” Markus cried out a moment later, his own climax emptying into Peter’s hand.

Peter released his hold on Markus, allowing the dark haired hunk to lay down. Peter quickly collapsed on top of his boyfriend, panting against the back of Markus’ neck.

“That… was… amazing…” Peter breathed out. He slowly undid the tape around Markus’ mouth, being as careful as possible to preserve the beard.

“Peter…” Markus sighed as soon as the bandanas were removed. He couldn’t say anything more.

They stayed like that for a bit, catching their breath, recovering in the ecstasy of their union. Finally, Peter sat up and left Markus for just a moment. He returned with a glass of water and a warm washcloth. He carefully, reverently cleaned their mess and offered his beautiful boyfriend gulps of water.

“Peter… you are… that was… perfect…” Markus managed to say, still struggling to form complete sentences.

“I am pretty perfect, aren’t I, Teach?” He joked, taking his own sips of water.

Markus rolled over, wincing slightly, and beheld his benevolent jailer. “Think you could undo these ropes now?”

But Peter shook his head. “I’ve got a better idea. I think I’ll keep you tied up all weekend. A bondage weekend! How does that sound?”

The End

[Wedgieboy69]

A strong ending to a great story. I can't wait to see what you start next.

[blackbound]

A happy ending for (almost) everyone. Quite a ride - thank you!

[Socksbound]

AMAZING!!

What a beautiful perfect ending

Congrats on another marvellous stories conclusion

[DeeperThanRed]

Amazing ending!

Markus has been through a lot but I'm so glad they're back to enjoying their TUG games. Even though this story's prequel status meant that the stakes would stay in a predictable realm to an extend, it's praise worthy just how much of an emotional roller coaster it has been. Kudos!

[Volobond]

An absolutely wonderful conclusion to the story! I love how truthful it seemed - that Markus had a long recovery period and bondage was off the table for a while; that he had to ease his mind as well as his body in recovery as well; and that Markus got a whole big happily family out of this scenario. And glad they put away Hunter for a long, long time!

Happy days are coming for my favorite couple of all time, and I'm happy to be on any roller coaster with them!

[CaptiveDan]

Beautiful ending to a wonderful story! All the drama, suspense, and danger wrapping up to a nice loving scene with Markus and Peter that sets up your other stories well.

Excited to see what your write next! This story was wonderful and I'm always a fan of your stories!

[Guardianbound]

Great ending, really ties everything up nicely. I like how you handled Peter and Markus taking a break from bondage and slowly bringing it back into their relationship. Another brilliant series come to a conclusion

[gag1195]

@Wedgieboy69 Thank you for the kind words, friend! I'm very excited for my next story!

@blackbound Given the angry mob forming in these comments wanting the worst for Hunter, I'd still classify his ending as happy... at least comparatively! It has been quite the ride, I'm glad you enjoyed it!

@Socksbound Thank you, friend! I'm happy the ending was so well received! Sticking the landing for this story took a couple of rewrites, so I'm glad to see that this one has worked out!

@DeeperThanRed I appreciate your incredibly kind words! I really did put Markus through the ringer in this story, didn't I? Thank goodness this was a prequel! Though, there were times during this story where I had to remind myself that it was, in fact, a prequel. It was still quite the roller coaster, though!

@Volobond I definitely wanted the realism to be there, that's what these stories of mine have been known for after all! There had to be a recovery period, and the easing back into their regular kinky activities! I'm glad that everyone seems satisfied with the endings everyone received!

@CaptiveDan Thank you so much for your compliment, friend! I'm glad you've been able to enjoy my stories and even got caught up before this one ended! I really enjoyed that last line being a fun little tease/set up for my first story!

@Guardianbound I'm really glad the more realistic approach in this chapter landed with you all! I knew I needed to address the recovery and bondage break, but I didn't want it to drag on or spend too many chapters having Markus recovering. We've already spent too long without enough bondage in these last few chapters!


Again and again, thank you everyone for your amazingly kind comments and support! These stories wouldn't be what they are without your continued viewership and comments! I'm going to take a small break to let the writing brain rest before I dive into my next story, but I am happy to announce that I already have some rough drafting/plans done for my next story on the site!

My next story will be: Luke's Crew!


Luke Mclain, host of the home improvement shows Homebound Renovation, and it's spinoff, Beachbound Renovation, would be nothing without his loyal crew. And they would be nothing without him! This is the lesson Tommy must learn when he is "chosen" to join this exclusive group of guys. Will Tommy have what it takes to navigate his new life? Will he be able to find his place amongst his new crew and his new Master?

Although set in my little story universe, it will be separate from the goings on of Markus and Co. It's going to be a bit closer in content and theming to Moral Quandaries, just hopefully with a happier ending! Look forward to the kinky adventures of Luke and his Crew soon!

[KidnappedCowboy]

I am so sorry, @gag1195, that it has taken me a while to read the conclusion to this peril-filled parable!

Thank you beyond measure for writing it. I hope Markus and Peter have a beautiful future together ahead of them. And I hope that future of togetherness is not only bound in joy but bound in bondage too!

Your stories are filled with adventure, sexiness, and just plain fun. I look forward to more, including "Luke's Crew."

[Straitjacketed]

Aww, I too missed the conclusion - and I'm happy with the resolution for these two. And, having been around for the Super Trouper album, I even approve of their song choice!