You’ll be mine and I’ll be yours
Mark/Gordo | 1.4k words | Read on ao3
The door to his office opening was what pulled Gordo from his work.
It was after hours, the garage long since having closed. Gordo had sent everyone home for the day and decided to stay behind to catch up on some paperwork. Since it takes him longer than it used to, and it caused him to get frustrated to no end, he preferred to work when he had the shop to himself. Even though it had been a few years, he was still getting used to using his left hand. Writing, which had seemed almost impossible at the beginning, was now a bit easier. The pencil still felt awkward in his hand when he used it but his penmanship was mostly legible. At the recommendation of almost everyone, Gordo has started to use his computer more in hopes that it would be easier and faster for him to work. It was, for the most part, until Robbie decides to update a program and Gordo finds himself back at square one.
This was how Mark found him when he entered his office. Gordo was swearing at the computer as he tried to find his invoicing program. He knew where the program was or at least where it was supposed to be. Now, however, it was no where to be found and Gordo was silently cursing Robbie for moving his stuff. Again.
“Remind me to fire Robbie tomorrow,” he grumbled as he tried to search for the program on his computer to no avail.
Mark just chuckled softly. “You and I both know you’re not going to do that. Besides, the moment he gives you his puppy dog eyes, you’d cave and just give him the job back. Save yourself the paperwork of having to fire and hire someone.”
He wasn’t wrong, but hell if Gordo was going to tell him that. Frustrated, he gave up on his computer and looked to Mark. The man was wearing a dark knit sweater and blue jeans, his hair and beard freshly trimmed to their usual short length. In his hand he held a brown paper bag, and Gordo didn’t have to ask what was inside as the smell of food now filled his office. He leaned back in his chair and rubbed a hand over his face. A quick glance at the computer screen confirmed that it was well past dinner time. “Come to bribe me with food so I stop working?”
Closing the door behind him, Mark shuffled some papers on Gordo’s desk aside and set the bag down. “Something like that,” he replied. He pulled over one of the chairs from the other side of the desk and positioned it so he sat perpendicular to Gordo. “Figured you hadn’t eaten yet, so I thought I’d pick up some dinner for us.” He began emptying the contents of the bag and Gordo could see that it was food from their favourite burger joint in town. At the sight of the burgers, he realized how hungry he was.
They dug into their food and started chatting about their respective days. Mark told him that his day had been busy, but eventful. He and Elizabeth had been going over design plans for a house that was going to be built for Carter and Gavin. It would be similar in size to the blue house that Kelly and Robbie currently resided in and it would also be built on the Bennett property. Close enough to the pack house to stay nearby but far enough away to give the two their own space. Construction would start soon and the two of them should be ready to move in before winter hit.
In turn, Gordo shared the events of his day. It had mostly been filled with administrative and managerial duties; sorting the papers in his old filing cabinet, an impromptu meeting with Ox about a shipment of new parts they were supposed to receive, and a few phone calls to some of their suppliers. He told Mark that Robbie, under direct supervision from both Gordo and Ox, had been able to change the oil in a car today and there were no fires involved.
“I gotta admit, the kid’s getting better,” Gordo was saying as he gathered the garbage from their meal and turned away from Mark so he could throw it out in the trash can on the other side of his desk. “We might make a proper mechanic out of him yet. But don’t you dare tell him I-”
The rest of that sentence was immediately forgotten as Gordo turned back to face Mark and he saw something on his desk that was definitely not there a moment before. Where their meal had just been now sat a small black velvet box. That is not what I think it is. That is definitely not what I think it is. He stared at the box for many long moments, the silence in the office dragging out between them, before he finally looked up at the other man. “Mark?” he breathed, and he cursed his voice for sounding as startled as it did.
Mark just looked at him, smiling that quiet smile of his. “I had a whole speech prepared,” he laughed without any humor, “and now I can’t remember a damn word of it.” He leaned forward slightly, resting his arms on the desk in front of him, and gently picked up the box and held it in both of his hands.
“I…” Mark trailed off. He took a steadying breath before he looked into Gordo’s eyes. Gordo felt like he had been punched in the gut from the intense emotions he saw in his gaze. “I love you,” he began again. “So much. And I know this is silly. That it’s not something wolves normally do. We’re mated, and we’ve already chosen each other. But I want everyone, everyone, to know that you’re mine and I’m yours. So…” Mark opened the lid of the box. “Gordo Livingstone, will you marry me?”
Inside the box, sat on light coloured plush fabric, was a ring. It was a simple thick black band, flat enough that it wouldn’t interfere when he worked on cars, but shiny enough to still catch attention. On the inner surface of the ring, Gordo could see that there was an engraved design. A raven, its wings spread in mid-flight, and a wolf, its head thrown back in a howl as it ran behind the bird.
Gordo exhaled, not realizing that he had been holding his breath the entire time. He leaned his body across the desk and raised his hand to gently cup Mark’s cheek so he could pull him forward and rest their foreheads together. “Damn sappy wolf,” he whispered, hating how thick with emotion his own voice sounded.
Icy blue eyes stared back at him, crinkling slightly in amusement. “Is that a yes?” Mark asked.
Tilting his face upwards, Gordo pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “Yes, yes, yes,” he breathed against his mouth.
Mark beamed at him. He pulled back but only far enough so he had enough room to take the ring from the box and remove Gordo’s hand from his face. With Gordo’s hand in his, he slowly slid the band onto his ring finger. It fit perfectly. Mark laid a gentle kiss to the ring, his lips warm against Gordo’s skin, before he launched forward again. One hand cupping the side of his neck and the other fisted in the front of his work shirt, he practically pulled Gordo across the desk to get to him. Mark’s kiss felt like it was going to devour him, and Gordo would gladly let it happen. He could hear Mark’s wolf howling in joy and he could feel the greengreengreen that thrummed through their bond.
Eventually, they parted, both of them out of breath and smiling like idiots.
“Does any of that have to be finished tonight?” Mark asked, nodding his head at the paperwork that was still piled on Gordo’s desk.
Gordo barely even thought about what work still had to be done. “No. It can wait.”
“Good,” Mark replied, getting to his feet. He moved closer to Gordo, his hands coming down to clutch at both armrests of Gordo’s chair, boxing him in when he leaned forward. When he smiled this time, it was full of teeth, his fangs elongating into points. “Because I’m going to take you home now and I’m not going to let you leave until tomorrow afternoon at the earliest.”
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