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Downtime after leaving Downtown	By : RenoTurk Category: +G through L > Gears of War Views: 2676 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Gears Of War, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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- 1-Downtime after leaving Downtown
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(Set somewhere between first and second game for those desiring a timeline.)
Somethings go best left unsaid, in the case of Marcus Fenix it was the things he didn't say that spoke more about him, he was like a novel, if you knew how to read him. Anya was old hat at it, years of silently sitting opposite him in transport vehicles, or in mess halls sat tables away. Both of them could communicate a great deal in a nod, pat on the shoulder or other small gesture that was the best they could muster, in a relationship that was kept very secret.
Dom was asleep in the carriage behind them on the old train, Marcus came back from yet another 'piss break' which she knew was him checking on his brother. Baird and Cole had already vacated into the carriage with Dom so they could get time together and yet he still couldn't give up his one-man plight.
“He will be fine Marcus.” Anya said after the ten-minute long silence. “As much as anyone can be right now.”
“Mmm.” Was his guttural response. To Anya it was the final acknowledgment that she wanted her time with him, that this would probably be the last chance in a while to see her without everyone around.
“We have 16 hours on the tracks,” she said pulling down the sleeping blinds and locking the carriage door, “I have you for maybe an hour or two before you want another distraction to go see Dom...”
Marcus looked at her, the blue eyes settled firstly on her face and then ran down to her belt. Anya smiled, after all these years she was well aware that he didn't like to pass up a chance to see her naked, it was rare after all. One of his hands went to her ass, pulling her closer towards the seat he had on the bench, the other moved to the belt around her dress.
Anya slid on to his lap and kissed him as his fingers looped under he belt, he popped it open and with her resting on his thighs he used both hands to unravel the dress and underlays that went with it. Anya knew she was already soaking her panties, just the thought of him could get her horny as hell. When she got time alone at home, or in a room over night, a hot bath and thoughts of their best sex would be enough to quickly let her get herself aroused to climax.
With her lower half naked she stepped back to get out of the garments, smiling as he caught the zip on her dress as she did. Anya's breasts held securely in her bra for only a moment before Marcus flipped the clasp and let them spill out towards him. She heard him mutter her name in a low rumble, and could see his erection under his jeans. Even confined in the material it was impossible to hide the sheer size of the thing and when she thought of the last time he'd been inside, her she knew she was close to soaking the inside of her thighs already.
Marcus tried to be as gentle as he could, as his fingers traced around her nipples, Anya didn't even care about his rough hands just as long as they were on her.
“Are you in the mood to tease the hell out of me?” She gasped as he held her there, his fingers teasing a nipple as he kissed around her breast the other side. “Marcus...” She gasped as he responded with a grunt, it was as close to a chuckle as he was likely to manage these days. Anya responded to the teasing by placing her foot on his confined shaft, her toes curled around the shaft, she noticed that he'd already got a damp patch from the slight leak from the tip of his cock. “Oh fuck.” She gasped louder than she had meant too, he caught her leg in his hand, and took a moment to view her in front of him.
Satisfied he'd got the vision committed to memory he moved his other hand and slid a finger into her already wet hole. Anya bit her lip, she wanted to cry out but it wasn't worth the risk of being caught. Marcus' eyes watched her with interest and lust, his finger slipping in and out of her wet hole. Anya jerked in response, she felt his cock twitch in it's confines and then he slipped a second digit into her, reveling in how she soaked his digits so quickly.
Probing his fingers inside her he had to marvel at the rise and fall of her chest, the way she would take deep breaths to control the noises she made. He took his hand from her leg and shifted so he could undo his jeans. Anya watched eagerly, her eyes fixed on his groin, as he rewarded her patience with a fine view of him pulling out his swollen erection and heavy balls. Yeah he needed that...
“Fuck me.” Anya whispered, her hips swayed to his movements, fingers teasing in her as his thumb brushed over her clit. His fingers, her lips and inner thights were soaked, he could turn her on like no man she could have imagined. Her hand went to his shoulder as she came with a muted groan, biting into her lip as her fingers covered over the prison bar-code tattoo.
Marcus seemed satisfied that he'd got her horny enough and shifted on the seat, he moved his jeans down over his thighs and Anya slid on to his legs. He moved his fingers from inside her as she slid down, hovering briefly over his rock-hard erection before he guided it into her slowly. Marcus let out a moan of pleasure as she slowly sat down on his cock, Anya loved the feeling as he filled her so completely.
The first time they'd made love she'd been worried she couldn't cope with a guy that size, she'd been right but now... now she couldn't get enough of that full feeling as he forced her lips to spread around him. She thought back to a previous time, she'd been laying back on the bed in the huge Fenix estate and as he'd got into her deep and full her hand ran over her stomach. She'd been able to feel him through her belly, so fucking deep that it was a marvel to her, Marcus had nearly come right there on the spot when she'd done that but she didn't think they'd capture that kind of moment again with her bulking up thanks to the war.
Anya whispered to him about it, reminding him just how fucking good he felt inside her, Marcus grunted and in response pushed up deeper into her. Anya shivered as his fingers ran over her clit again. He didn't say it, didn't have too, she was beautiful and he was a lucky bastard, she stuck by him even in The Slab and this time was well earned for both of them.
“Oh mmm.” Anya's muted whispers and mewls of happiness were making it harder and harder to keep control.
He lifted her up, laying her down on the carriage floor, Anya's legs locked around him as he did and then he was suddenly back in her, as deep as he could get in one thrust. She had to bite the back of her hand, if they'd been in bed she could have ridden him to the state of nearly passing out but right now it wasn't going to happen. Marcus' cock was soaked from her already, his balls slapping against her as he pounded her; by the end of it she'd be lucky if she could walk without bruised insides. Then again he also know that was the part she'd be smug about for a couple of days after.
Anya writhed underneath him, his cock slipping back in and out of her, Anya threw her head back when his touched his fingers around her lips, she could barely move from the pleasure he was giving her. Marcus kisses along her leg, over her knee, he could feel her pushing back against him, her muscles tight around his shaft, Anya groaned with delight, her climax soaked him, and the carriage floor.
“Shit.” Marcus grunted, he was damned close now.
“Yes Marcus...” Anya gasped. “Fill me.” She writhed under him.
“Not yet...” He panted. Marcus stopped a moment, moving so she was resting along his thighs and took her hand, he moved her fingers to her clit and smirked. “You know I love that feeling.”
Anya wiggled, she was already sensitive and horny but yeah he did love that. Her fingers danced around her clit, around his cock and stroked him a little as the head rested inside her walls. Marcus watched, Anya chuckled softly and slid her index finger between his cock and down into her walls. It was tight, so damned tight but Marcus knew she would take it and knew that she was so soaked it wasn't going to hurt her too much. Anya pulled her finger free, winked and then slipped it into his mouth, Marcus looked ready to tell her where to go, but she thrust her hips to remind him he needed it, he sucked on her wet digit and then slammed into her once more.
A few firm thrusts and Marcus grunted as he came, Anya'e legs locked around him as he rode a heavy climax through. Marcus nearly slipped trying to get back up off her, he was spent and covered in a light sheen of sweat. Anya put her hand to his chest and looked up at him, she didn't want him to move, she knew she would feel empty until they were together again.
“I love you Marcus.” She whispered softly. “I truly do.”
“I don't know why,” he kissed her deep, “but I love you to.”
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