Darius: I may have lifted my shirt during the process.
Marco: That's not infidelity, I don't think.
Darius: It'd better not be! Let's go!
-(Whipped slaves lifting a carriage) to Arabic Fort- (-800) 1
14514 KMF remain
Postbumped *again*. :|
Darius: African men are pretty muscular, eh? *touches his crotch*
Marco: Tell me about it. You know, I was so afraid of coming out at first, but-
Darius: Hmm?
Marco: *puts his hand over Darius's crotch as well* This race has been so gay, I couldn't help it.
Darius: Yeah! All the slaves and the sweaty, half-naked men... Greece was fun wasn't it?
Marco: We should've done something wild, like fuck on the street. It was so painful being in the closet.
Darius: They could've had stuff like wrestling there. *scowls* So much homoerotica.
Marco: You know what was the biggest moment for me though? When Gaga took you away... *takes a deep breath* I was afraid I wouldn't see you again, Dash. *t.ears up a little*
Darius: Aww, man! Seeing you sad breaks my heart. *heartfelt sadface* I was hoping too that if I was a goner, I'd get to see you one more time. It was so heroic though, to see you run in ready to bail me out. Seriously, I'd melt in your arms. *nuzzles Marco's chin*
Marco: I know, I know. I wouldn't know what to do... I'd be so regretful, that I never told you how I felt.
Darius: I guess we both knew what was going on. Truth to be told, I was a little apprehensive about it too. Like, I'm not as smart as you are-
Marco: That's bullshit. Seriously.
Darius: No, I'm not that smart a person, Marky. I felt it was right between us, but I didn't know for sure. But not after that moment.
Marco: You were always going to initiate the 2 of us, weren't you?
Darius: Yeah I guess. *laughs* I was like, damn if you won't do this, I will!
Marco: Thanks again. You're the one who can make things right.
Darius: No, it takes 2 of us. We're doing this together. *settles himself against Marco's body*










