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Marius is willing to give whatever Rat may need of him. He's already poured so much of himself into each kiss and touch they've shared so far; he has no doubts that he wants to be with him, in any way that he might want himself. He's latched onto Rat, and whether Rat realizes it or not, he too, has latched himself into his heart. He wants so much to show goodness to Rat; to be that goodness for him.

"And what if I don't want you to stop?" He asks, voice breathless into Rat's ear. He leans into the kisses on his neck and shoulder, savoring the feel of Rat's lips pressed against his skin as he nuzzles the side of his face. He's about to fall over a precipice, he knows. It intimidates and excites him all at once.

"Then we keep going," Rat agreed, walking them as they kissed now and finding Marius' bedroom with little difficulty. "Do you understand what I'm offering...asking for?"

This wasn't going to Kagura. It wasn't going to be confusion and poetry. Rat was many things, many of them harsh and sharp, but not as a lover. That much, at least, he could do tenderly.

Though Marius first found his rooms to be rather large compared to how lived in Paris, he is grateful now to be so used to their size that the distance from the kitchen to his bedroom seems all but nonexistent in between their kissing. "I know the general idea, yes," he says as they pause in the doorway of his room, which, like his living room, is overrun with books scattered on the floor. "I might need some help with the specifics."

He's read about lovemaking in novels and poems alike, of course; he is not so entirely ignorant of the passion of it, even if he's never experienced it himself. And he is aware, standing there, so close to Rat, that this will be beyond what had occurred at the ski lodge. As long as Rat is willing to be patient with him, Marius is eager to learn. The thought of their bodies so closely intertwined already sends a thrill down him.

"Protection?" he asked, even as he tiptoed his way across the floor, skillfully dodging the books beneath them. Already, Rat knew he liked this room. This was the kind of place he could louse hours, tangled up in someone's arms. In Marius' arms.

Maybe he was being mad and rash. No, not maybe, he knew. It didn't matter. He didn't want to be alone, not now.

Ignoring his own clothes, Rat begins to peel away Marius' shirt.

Marius finds himself briefly memorized by the graceful way in which Rat maneuvers them across the floor; clumsy as he normally he is, even Marius manages to avoid snagging his feet on the edges of the books strewn across the room. He hasn't done much to alter the space beyond said books and the newer, navy blue comforter on the top of his bed, but he likes to think that he's poured enough of himself into the room that people can walk in and recognize it as his.

And then he realizes he's still staring at Rat when he's asking him a question.

"Oh, um, in the closet," he says, cheeks flushed. He still remembers the day Courfeyrac cheerfully walked in with 'supplies' he assured Marius he'd eventually need. "There should be...everything, I think."

He is aware of his own rashness in this moment; yet he's yearned for such closeness with another person for so long now, and he is so caught up in his feelings for Rat, he feels only eagerness at the prospect of it.

And then Rat starts to tug at his shirt. His breath catches as he moves to make it easier for the other man to remove it and to kiss him again, his body taut with anticipation.

"Good," he said. Rat would attend to those presently but chose to stay where he was for now, easing the shirt over Marius' head. Sober and in the daytime, he could take a better look at the scars they shared, of the musket ball that had nearly cost Marius his life and denied his other friends the chance to live.

He'd only had a few partners, though he tended to swagger as though he'd had many. It was still enough that he preferred to use protection until he actually trusted his lover completely and his lover trusted him. And if he was going to be someone's first, well. Rat had memories to encourage his own care in being with someone else.

"What do you know? That you want from a lover?" he asked, somewhere beneath Marius' ear.

Marius tends to forget about the scar on his chest most of the time; though his thoughts drift often to the barricades and the memories he retains of obtaining his wounds, he tends to forget the mark on his skin, hidden as it usually is beneath a shirt. Even when sleeping, Marius usually has his chest covered. So as he helps Rat lift the shirt over his head in the light of day, he realizes he exposes a part of his body covered even from him. He blushes as Rat stares, though, where once he might have attempted to hide his bullet wound with his arms, he stands with his chest bared, letting Rat look as long as he likes.

Yes, they've been without clothes together before, but this, Marius knows, is different. He is certain in his actions, even if his nerves feel as though they might catch on fire. He's opening himself up to a new kind of intimacy with another person for the first time in his life. He's determined, even with his own inexperience, to put all of himself in each kiss and touch they exchange.

He brings his hands to linger and toy with the collar of Rat's shirt, shivering a bit at the voice so close to his ear. He has to pause for a moment as he tries to word his thoughts. "I know that I want our bodies to entwine," he says, trying to keep his gaze steady and focused on the other man. "I want us to fall into bed together and only break apart when we need air."

After a moment of his own uncertainty, Rat peeled away his shirt and sweater to match Marius. Stripped down, three of his bullet scars were visible. He still kept his front to Marius, kept his scars from being too visible. He knew they were unsightly, raised up from his skin worse than any normal scars. They weren't elegant or tragic or beautiful, just hideous.

"And you want to have sex?" Rat asked, less generous in his words. "You want me to hold you down, open you up with my fingers. One first, then two. Maybe three. If I do it another way, it'll hurt you."

He could be a cruel man, a violent one, but not here.

Marius lets his gaze sweep over Rat's chest once his shirt and sweater are removed; he catches sight of the three bullet scars across him, but he doesn't linger on them. Instead, he savors the sight of bared skin formerly only appreciated in the dark. He also doesn't miss how the other man keeps his back deliberately out of sight, to hide the scars he only caught a glimpse of the morning after their initial tryst.

His cheeks flush pink at how bluntly Rat phrases it. But he doesn't flinch, like perhaps he once would have. "Yes," he says, moving to place a hand on Rat's bare chest, gradually dragging it over heated skin. He leans in to kiss him, hungrily. "I want to have sex with you."

Rat spread a hand across his chest and nudged Marius' on his back in the bed, mostly playful with just a hair of pushiness, letting him briefly embody the role of someone more aggressive, more powerful. Rat scooted forward and straddled Marius' hips, the weight on his own thighs and legs on either side of him. "You have to tell me, okay? I can't read your mind so I don't know what you don't like, okay?" he said it verging on harsh but without any real heat or anger.

"We'll have sex," he agreed, dipping his head to kiss and bite Marius' neck.

Marius would like to think that he manages to fall back onto the bed with some amount of grace, but the truth of it is he winds up flopping against the sheets as Rat nudges him; he gasps at the sudden weight of Rat on and around him, and reaches to grab at his hips and pull him closer. "Okay," he agrees, nodding as he meets his gaze. "And...tell me if I do something wrong, okay?" With limited experience under his belt, he wants to do his best to please Rat, too.

He turns his head to the side to give Rat better access, groaning at each kiss and bite as heat coils in his belly. His hands roam across Rat's hips, gradually moving lower as he tries to touch every patch of skin he can find.

"Yeah," he said, though that was the least of his concerns. Rat knew how to take his own pleasure. Giving it had always been the thing that was harder for him. There was little call to be a good lover where he came from. It hadn't been a priority until Darrow.

Rat bent, kissing him again, slow and luxurious just because he could. Occasionally, he slid away when Marius' hands drifted too close to his scars, subtly disguising it in moving to kiss him elsewhere.

At that, Marius moves his hands to the front of Rat, sliding from his stomach to his chest and back again in surer, steadier motions than their night at the ski lodge. Gradually, he moves them back down again, teasing at the hem of his pants.

He leans up to meet his kisses with equal fervor, gasping and groaning into his mouth. The wealth of the heat sprawling between them makes him dizzy; his eyes glisten and his chest heaves.

He lowers his hand enough to rub Rat teasingly through his pants.

Rat groaned softly and pressed back with more kisses. He needed this, he realized. Badly. "Where is it?" he asked, voice rough. Much as he wanted to draw it out, Rat didn't think either had it in him. There would be, he expected, other opportunities for that.

For now, he separated from Marius a little, enough to undo the button of Marius' pants and start sliding them down enjoying the sight of those slim, narrow hips.

Marius sighs into his mouth at Rat's groaning, hand continuing its ministrations; the noise of it sends shivers running through his skin like ripples through a brook. His entire body flushes with the realization of how much he needs the other man, and he has to take a moment to regain coherency when Rat pulls back to ask his question. "C-closet," he replies, his own voice just as unsteady. "On the right."

He shifts his hips to help Rat slide his pants down, growing more desperate to have them off with each passing moment of Rat's gaze on his hips. He brings his own hands to the hem of Rat's pants to unbutton them, tugging to expose the skin beneath.

Reluctantly, Rat extracted himself only long enough to rummage Marius' closet. Locating condoms and lubrication, he threw them hurriedly on the bed and rushed after, folding himself back into Marius' kisses and jerking is hips a little to free himself of his briefs and worn out jeans.

For a moment, he luxuriated in the closeness and the time they could enjoy together before renewing his efforts to part Marius from the rest o his clothing.

He groans when Rat pulls away even as he knows he must. He feels the emptiness as Rat searches for the supplies Courfeyrac bought for him with a knowing twinkle in his eye and a promise that they 'would come in handy' one day. But just as quickly as Rat parts from him, he returns; Marius kisses him madly, savoring the lack of space between them as he reaches to help Rat with his jeans and briefs.

He, too, basks in the warmth between them for a moment. And then Rat's tugging at the rest of his clothes, and he wiggles his hips to help remove the last layer between them.

Oh. It was so hungry, verging on frantic in its energy. As if Marius couldn't breathe without him. The intensity of it thrilled Rat more than he thought to let it frighten him.

Jeans fell past his own narrow hips, around his knees, and then kicked off onto the floor. Rat's last bullet scar appeared in the middle of his thigh. A smart observer would notice it was inches from the femoral artery. He had very nearly died.

Marius feels like he's breathing Rat in more than kissing him, desperate and longing as their mouths clash together. He paws at every available inch of skin on the other man he can reach, as though he might crumple like folded paper without touching him.

He pulls back to catch his breath when he hears the rest of Rat's clothes fall to the wayside, chest heaving as he takes in the sight of the other man fully naked before him. His gaze, sober now, as opposed to the night at the ski lodge, drink Rat in as his hands wander to his thighs. He traces the skin around the scar lightly, thinking just how lucky the other man is to be alive with his body bearing so many wounds.

"Another one?" He asks, voice breathless and worried all at once.

"Another," he said. "I'm difficult to kill." False bravado. The shot to his leg alone would have bled him out, to say nothing of the one one his side. It was only Sion's intervention that had rescued him, hurriedly taking out bullets and stitching him up frantically, all while shouting his own words back at him. Survivors are the winners.

"Don't worry about it." Rat leaned in and nibbled at Marius' shoulder and neck. "I survived."

"So it would seem," he says, studying the other man as he says it. False bravado it might have been, but Marius finds himself admiring Rat for it regardless. It takes courage, to fight to live, especially when other people want you dead. Even to put on an act of bravery requires its own kind of daring. He himself has gotten by on dreams and luck, really; he doesn't remember fighting to open his eyes after the barricades. He just woke up.

And then Rat's biting at his shoulder and neck, and any other coherent thought he might have had after that vanishes with each breath he expels in a gasp or groan. He tilts his head to give the other man better access, while moving his hands all over every inch of skin he can reach on him. His eyes cloud over from the sheer amount of need he has for Rat.

The sight, the feeling, even just the scent of him. All of them are crowding into Rat's head, pushing away any other thoughts. He wanted Marius and he would go mad from the want soon. To save them the trouble, he reached out for the lubricant, pouring some into his palm.

"This is going to feel strange," he warned, teasing at Marius with one finger. He took his time and watched for his reaction before finally breaching one fingertip into him.

The warmth of Rat's presence weighs on him like a blanket, thick and heady. He can't tear his eyes away from the other man, or keep from grasping desperately at every part of him he can reach. He keeps biting on his lip to keep in tiny whimpers; he wants Rat so much, to the point where he feels on the verge of madness.

He nods when Rat warns him, and then there is a finger pressed against tender skin before pressing inside. The coolness of the liquid coating Rat's hand startles him first; he lets out a breath at the sensation, watching Rat watching him. It is an odd feeling, to have finger inside of him this way, but the oddness doesn't last long, much to his surprise. He finds himself shifting towards Rat's hand, wanting more of his touch.

"Okay," he tells him, voice cracked and breathless with desire.

"Okay," he repeated. Maddening as it was, he had to go slowly and carefully. It was different, doing it with someone who'd never had sex before. It prompted Rat with different concerns, taking care that he'd never had to before.

His free hand found one of Marius' and Rat twined their fingers, squeezing his hand as he slid that first finger in all the way.

Marius doesn't know what to expect, having never considered sex beyond the possibility with women, but he does like what he's experiencing so far. He manages to quiet his own nerves by watching Rat, drinking in the sight of him. He's never opened himself up to anyone like this before, and while the prospect of such intimacy proves intimidating in some ways, he finds himself adjusting and eager for more.

He lets out a moan as Rat presses his finger in all the way, grateful for the anchor of his hand entwined with his own. He returns the squeeze in kind, feeling himself wind up more with each passing moment.

Marius gives in to his overwhelming urge to kiss the other man, slowly and fervently, even in spite of the awkward angle. He's never wanted so much before.

"More," he all but breathes the word into his mouth. "Please."