Warning this will contain some smut don't like then don't read  on a side note there will also be gore

Zane saw my scares all the ones on my torso. I was freaking out on the inside. When did he see them. Probably when I fell asleep, damn. We made it to the top of the stairs.  I slowly opened the door to the room that Zane and I was in.  I closed the door behind me.

"So when did you find out about the scares?" I asked him quietly as I placed him on the bed.

"When you fell asleep," He replied. I nodded.

"So, what do you want to know?" I asked him.

"Who else knows about them?" Zane asked.

"Just you," I mutter.

"Why didn't you tell anyone?" Zane gasped, grabbing my arms.

"Because I didn't want to think of me as a freak," I said, starting to tear up.

"Shhh, you're alright," He chanted while pulling me into a hug. I felt weak. I pushed Zane away.

"I'm fine," I said again. He shook his head.

"You don't have to act strong all the time, Atticus," he said, trying to stand.

"Yes, I do. If I don't; they think I'm weak," I said, shuddering.

"I think you're strong," Zane said, placing his tan hands on my shoulders.

"You do," I said, whipping away a few tears.

"Yeah, you survived a war and you save me. You're a hero to me," Zane said with tear ran down his cheeks.

I don't know what to do in these situations. I did the only thing that pops in my head; a kiss. I lean closer to Zane and snake my one of arms around Zane's waist to pull him closer to my chest. My hand was placed on his chin to make him look at me. I close the gap between us; my lips met Zane's lips. Our lips fit perfectly with each others. I could feel Zane melt into the kiss. I felt something that I never thought that I would feel for another person that is not family. I felt his hands in my hair.  I move my hands up his back. The kiss was getting heated.  Zane pulled me down in the bed and wrapped his legs around my waist. Zane tugged on my shirt, motioning me to take it off. So, I did and I help him out of his. 

Zane was staring at my scares. He moved his head to kiss them. I blush at his action. I could feel him touching each one gently. I shuddered at his touch.

"Atticus, you're like an angel of war or a hero," Zane said, placing a kiss on my neck.

"I'm not an angel or a hero," I said low voice. Zane shuddered but found my sweet spot. I moan and he started to suck at that spot until there was a mark.

"You're mine," He said, smiling that he thinks he claimed me.

"Then that mean your mine," I ordered, licking his neck. I know that this feeling is love. I love him and I would do anything for him.  I found Zane's sweet spot and suck on it. I decided to bite it and that when we heard a knock at the door.

"Atticus? Zane? Is everything okay in there?" Alfred asked.

"Yeah, Al. Everything is fine," I said, looking down at Zane.

"Alright but dad wants to talked to you," He said. We heard footsteps leaving the door. I got off of Zane. I picked up my shirt and put it back on. I headed down the stairs. I saw my dad sitting in a chair at the table.

"Dad?" I asked. I saw my old war journal.

"Tell me son. No son, show me your scares," My dad ordered.

"I can't dad," I said, shakenly.

"Son, please," he demanded. I shook my head. I remember those memories came flooding back.

"I can't, dad. I just can't," I said wrapping my arms around myself.

"Atticus, my boy, please let me see them," He said softly.  I shook and started to cry. I feel so helpless and empty. I started to cry harder, "Oh my boy, I'm sorry that you have to go through all of that by yourself."

I cried into my dad's chest this was the first time in years since this happened. The memories are getting stronger from the first time I got deployed to the battlefield.

~Flashback starts here~

"Hey you," I heard a voice. I looked behind me to see my general.

"Yes, Sir," I said with a salute.

"Chill kid," He laughed.  I put my hand down,  "You must be new."

"Yeah just arrived today," I said, looking at him.

"Well, kid this might be your last chance to back out," The general said.

"Not a chance, sir," I said. He looked at me very confused.

"Alright, but say I didn't warn ya," He said, placing his hand on my shoulder. This might last chance to prove that I'm my dad's son. I got my gun and ready for battle. I have been training for 2 years without my family knowing, of course.  I was ready for anything. I was even ready for torture but I hope not though.  I got to my post.

"Ah, you must be the new guy," said a man with a beard.

"Yeah," I said, placing my gun in its holster.

"Damn, where did they find you? In a forest?" said a man with a camera.

"No, it called a work out, Steve" The guy with the beard said. I nodded.

"So, did your dad tell you to join?" Steve asked.

"No, I just joined on my own to prove myself," I said, turning away from them.

"Wait a second, kid," The bearded guy stopped me.

"What?" I asked looking at him.

"Here take this," He said, handing me the journal.

"Why? This is yours. I couldn't take this," I said, pushing this back at him.

"No, kid, your wrong. I give the new comers a journal. It helps keep them sane," he said, handing it back to me. I smiled.

"Thanks," I said.

"Anytime, kid," He said, walking off. That was the last time I saw him.

~ 1 month Battlefield~

Steve and I was in an old abounded house. Broken window, bullet holes everywhere; I sat down with a pen and wrote in my journal.

Dear Journal,

I have been here for about a month now. It looks very bad here. I might never get to see my family. Oh well, I don't regret that I followed in my dad's shoes.  I hear gun shots got to go.

I got up and headed to my post to see the enemies.

"Steve, we got to go," I said to him

"Yeah, lets move," He said. We got out of the house and headed to a different one with a good view. I took my post with the sniper. I place the rifle on the ledge ready the shot. Three hundred yards away was the enemies but some of them was closer I had to get this shot right.

"Little to your right," Steve said. I adjusted the sniper, "Take the shot."  I pulled the trigger and boom head shot. I reloaded and waited for my next order. I took down about a hundred men with in an hour. I lean against the wall and looked at Steve.

"Do you think that we will get out of this?" I asked.

"I don't know kid. I don't know," He said, running his fingers through his hair.

~1 year later~

Steve and I are still close to the front lines but it feels like we are the only ones left. I heard the radio.

"Hey, is there anyone out there?" We heard the radio gotten through.

"Yeah two of us out here, sir," Steve answered. All of a sudden, the door broke open.

"HANDS UP!" They yelled. It was our enemies. Damn. Steve and I put our hands up.

"Do we kill them, boss?" One of the solider asked.

"No, we will find out what they know," The guy that looked like a general said. They grabbed us and started to dragged us along.  An hour or two had pass when we made it to their camp. They thrown us in a room that was stone all the way around expect for the door and there is one window. 

"Damn it all,"  I yelled at myself.  I looked around again to see if I see Steve. They must took him to get information.  A few minutes later, I started to hear screaming. I took out my journal.

Dear Journal,

I just got captured. I think Steve is getting torture. I hope he can hold out. I don't know how long until he breaks but soon they are going to get me. I have prepended for this but I really don't want this to happened. Oh well, this is life now. I got to get use to it until the war over or until I die. This remind me of a good song. I think is called If You're Reading This by Tim McGraw.  Yeah, my mom and dad use to sing this to me and my brother. How old is Alfred now?  I saw so many death in this battled. To little kids to women, and to men. Some don't have heads or legs. The explosions made some of them  go to bits with brain matter everywhere. I could never forget some of those images out of my head. It been an hour I think and there is still screaming but it's quieter. Damn it. I  think they broke Steve. Damn it.  That means I'm up.  Well this might been it.

They came in and dropped Steve's body. They grabbed me and I started to fight them off.  They pulled me into a room that was covered in blood. I felt sick looking at the sight. They took off my shirt and made me sit in a chair that was next to all the blood.

"Ah, I see that we have a fighter," said a guy in a lab coat. He gabbed a knife and run it across my arm. Red liquid started to come out of my arm.

"Tell me, solider. How much are you willing to risk for you country?" He asked, placing a knife on my neck.

"My life," I growled at the man. I started to struggled against the restrains.

"Oh good. This one is going to be fun," He said with a crazed look in his eyes.  He grabbed a lighter and turned it on.  He placed the flame on my bare skin. I bit the inside of my cheek. He took the flame away and looked disappointed.

"How many men are left out there?" The general asked.

"I don't know," I replied. A sting came over my neck.

"How many men are out there?" He asked again.

"I told you. I don't know," I said, looking at him dead in the eyes.

"String him up," He ordered.  They untie me and started to dragged me to apart of the room with chains hanging above the floor.  They started to whip me. I could feel the blood coming out of me. After awhile, I blacked out.

~2  hour later~

I woke up in that same room. Damn it. I started to feel pain all over my body to see my hands are still above my head.

"Ah, you're awake now let's get started," He said, walking over to me. I nothing and said nothing. They won't make me talk. He grabbed a knife and started cutting into my skin. I could feel my blood oozing out. I can handle it.

"Come on, tell me what we want to know and this would be quick and easy death for ya," He said, giggling. I spit at him, "Fine have it your way but It will be painful," He said pour hot water down my throat. I cough it up and spit out. He laughed at me. I glared at him with will be my death but I will never tell them anything.

"Take a break on this one and let get back to the other guy," The general said. He nodded but looked disappointed. They untied me and started to dragged me out of the room and into the stone room with one window.  They place me down on the ground and grabbed Steve.

"Steve no," I said with my raw voice.  He looked at me and smiled as they dragged him out of the room. I pulled out my journal.

Dear Journal,

I went through a night of torture but I'm alive so far but don't know how long me and Steve will last. I hope they will end the war and release us or we get rescued. That might not happened but I can hope. If I die I die young which another song pops  into my head I think its called If I Die Young. It a good song and very sad as well. I just hope I can get through this. I can hear screams again. I wonder if my family misses me. My grandpa hates me. My dad never around. My little brother, Alfred, can be annoying but I miss his voice but that is it but who know. I thought I had time to find a lover but I guess I may not have a chance. I wondered if they will cry for me who knows well I'm tried goodnight.

~Time skip about 3 months later~

I hear planes outside. I hear men marching toward the building. I heard the door got busted down.  Then someone broke down my door.

"Atticus Black, is that you, Kid?" I heard someone said. I looked up to see the general.

"Yes, sir," I said, looking down at the ground, " Steve Good is dead," I said.

"It alright, kid. Let's get you home," He said picking me up and I fell unconscious.

~End of Flashback~

My dad was rubbing circles into my back. I was crying my eyes out when we heard footsteps coming towards us.

"Is Atticus alright Mr. Black?" I heard Zane's voice.

"Yeah he just remember the war," My father said, "I think you should take care of him," My father said walking me to Zane.

"Are you sure?" Zane asked, looking at my father and to me.

"He trust you that all I need and thank you for taking care of him," My father said, leaving the dining room.

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Sorry for the long chapter I think this is my longest chapter that I ever had in any off my books. 

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