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Assistant: Title: Ardent heart
        Author: drROXI drROXI 
        Chapter: 1/8 
        Summary: Fate brings Nathaniel (INFJ) together with a firefighter named Marshall (ESTP), and his heart becomes engulfed in flames. Marshall, instead of putting it out, only fans the flames even more, and then catches fire himself.Basically it's an original story with characters which has certain MBTI types (INFJ and ESTP). INFJ and ESTP are polar opposite personality types.
        Contents: Chapter 1
    

    


  

  
  
    
    Marshall - ESTP.
Nathaniel - INFJ.
Miles - ENFP. “You'll never believe what happened at the bowling alley yesterday.”Miles's voice was lively and full of intrigue.Nathaniel, who was having breakfast with Hall brothers, felt a chill inside. Was Miles really going to tell his brother the ridiculous story that had happened to him the day before?“Miles…” he began warningly, but even the Apocalypse that had begun now could not stop his friend.“A guy from our university, a star of the student basketball team, asked Nat for his number!” blurted out Miles.Nathaniel's heart sank. He wanted to slide off his chair and under the table in shame. As usual, Miles' love of gossip amazed him. But it was one thing to share silly stories with their classmates, and quite another to do so with his older brother.Marshall looked up from the morning news and glanced at his younger brother.“So?”Miles was clearly dissatisfied with such a meager response.“What do you mean "so"? Isn't that enough for you? He came up to him in front of everyone and asked for his phone number!” Miles' eyes widened. “He's got a crush on our handsome Nat!”Nathaniel, flushed to the tips of his ears, stared down at his plate of eggs, avoiding the dark, serious gaze of his friend's older brother. Although he had known the family for several years, he had rarely been the subject of Marshall's close attention. Marshall had served in the army and then settled to work at the fire station, and their paths rarely crossed, with Marshall sleeping off the night shift or taking over the day shift. Their interactions were usually limited to greetings, which suited them both just fine. Most likely, Nathaniel thought, Marshall viewed him as some kind of add-on to his loud, energetic younger brother.“So what? Did you give it to him?” Marshall's pleasant and deep, ocean-like voice pulled him out of his thoughts, sending a wave of goosebumps through him. “Your number”. He added for some reason.Nathaniel didn't miss the mocking tone and ambiguity of the question, he opened his mouth to answer, but Miles, as always, beat him to it.“Of course not! We made it clear to him that Nat wasn't... in that department”.“That’s a pity. Maybe he could have taught him something useful”.Marshall went back to watching the news, but not before Nathaniel thought he saw something in his gaze that had never been there before—a spark of interest.“What, for example? How to score three-pointers?”“Forget it, Miles,” Nathaniel said, slightly irritated, and rose from the table.The young man took the empty plates and put them in the sink, glad of the opportunity to hide his burning face. Nathaniel turned on the tap and began to wash the dishes - he was such a frequent visitor to the brothers' house that doing the same chores as Miles had become routine for him.“Hey, Nat,” Miles called to him, "When are they starting renovations on your dorm?"“On Tuesday. But tomorrow we will have to move to a temporary hostel”.“Is this the one outside the city?”Nathaniel briefly confirmed the correctness of his words.“That sucks... it takes forever to get from there to the university building”, Miles said thoughtfully. “And how long will the repairs take?”“They promised to finish it in a couple of weeks”.“A couple of weeks?” Miles perked up. “That's nothing! Nat, come and live with us!”The plate slipped from Nathaniel's foam-covered hands and clanged loudly against the sink.“I c-can’t,” Nathaniel answered hesitantly. “I don’t want to inconvenience you…”“What an inconvenience, you're quieter than a mouse!” Miles burst out laughing and turned to his brother. “Marshall, you don't mind Nat staying with us for a while, do you?”Nathaniel felt Marshall's heavy gaze on his back.“I don’t mind,” Marshall, who had been listening to their conversation with half an ear, answered slowly and took a sip of coffee. Nathaniel could have sworn that a mysterious smile blossomed on the lips of his friend’s older brother at that moment, and he felt an alarm bell of intuition, telling him that he had entered dangerous territory.“Everything will be fine," Nathaniel tried to reassure himself. "What could go wrong?"Never before had he been so wrong.***Despite the foreboding, the next couple of days passed quietly. Nathaniel attended classes with Miles as usual, preparing for his imminent enrollment as an intern. Miles helped him move his things and get settled into the guest room. Marshall was mostly on night duty, so he usually slept in his bedroom during the day, leaving it only in the evening, and after a quick snack, he went for a run or to the gym. The responsible and dangerous work of a firefighter required him to be in perfect shape at all times. Even a short break in training could one day cost him his health or even his life. Nathaniel tried to avoid his attention, disappearing all day in the library. Although he agreed to move in with Hall brothers, for some reason, even in the several years that he knew Marshall, he could not get used to the incomprehensible anxiety and trepidation that he caused in him.And now, running into the kitchen to answer the phone that had been forgotten on the counter, he winced when he came face to face with Marshall. Although, “face to face” was not quite the right expression, since Marshall was almost half a head taller than him – and Nathaniel himself was above average height.“Sorry,” Nathaniel muttered.Marshall smiled lazily, revealing fangs that were longer and sharper than anyone Nathaniel had ever known.“That's okay… it’ll take a few of your kind to knock me down,” Marshall responded and handed him the phone he’d left behind.Nathaniel took the phone from him, their fingers brushing for a second. If it hadn't been for the insistent ringing of the phone, he would have wondered how hot Marshall was, like the fire he'd been fighting at work...“Yes, Miles,” Nathaniel said, a little distractedly. “What? Oh, well… don’t take too long.”Nathaniel pressed the reset b@tton and turned his gaze back to Marshall, who had opened the refrigerator door.“Miles is running late for extra classes. He asked me to tell you not to worry about him”.“I wasn’t going to, he’s not five years old,” Marshall replied sharply and fished two glass bottles out of the depths of the refrigerator. “Want some beer?”Before Nathaniel could either agree or refuse, Marshall had already thrown a cold bottle of beer in his direction. Nathaniel instinctively caught it in mid-air. Marshall was a very decisive man – so much so that it was not uncommon for him to make decisions even for those around him.“What are you standing there for?” Marshall asked him mockingly. “You're a student, beer should be the basis of your diet”.And, pleased with his own joke, Marshall laughed. Nathaniel clutched the cool bottle in his palm and looked around the kitchen drawers, wondering where the can opener might be.“Give it to me,” Marshall said irritably and without any effort he opened the bottle with his bare hands, pure brute strength, which he had in abundance.“Thank you,” Nathaniel said quietly and sat down at the table with Marshall.There was a thriller on TV, and they watched it for a while, sipping their beers. It was the first time Nathaniel had ever been alone with Marshall; usually the talkative Miles was there, keeping Nathaniel quiet. But with no one to take over the role of animator that usually fell to Miles, Nathaniel began to think of something to talk about. Maybe he should ask Marshall about his job, which interested him a lot. How had the firefighter enlistment gone, had the physical test been hard, or had it seemed like a piece of cake after the army? But just as Nathaniel was about to speak, Marshall himself broke the silence.“Why is Miles in some class and you're not? You two are always hanging around each other. I don't remember ever seeing you apart from him.”“I don't need it…It’s remedial teaching,” Nathaniel managed to squeeze out the last words.“He's quite the idiot, isn't he?” Marshall rolled his eyes tiredly. “So you're a good student?”“Yes... I think I will graduate from university with honors.”“So what, are you going to treat people?”“In a month my internship will start, I will work in a hospital.”“It seems that falling into your hands is not scary… unlike Miles,” Marshall finished with a grin. “He might get confused and send you to the skies instead of saving you.”Nathaniel said nothing. In all his years of life, he had never learned to accept compliments, always considering them undeserved, although Marshall seemed not to expect an answer from him.Taking advantage of the pause and the fact that Marshall was once again engrossed in watching the film, Nathaniel stole a glance at his powerful figure. There was no way he could be mistaken for an office worker – Marshall exuded strength and superiority, a man like him created to be in the epicenter of tense events. Danger was his natural element. He had an aroma of experience and authority around him, and coupled with the toughness inherent in his character, he made an indelible impression. Marshall used to cut his hair short, in a military style, but in the last three months he had been shaving only his temples shorter, leaving the top untouched. The new hairstyle suited him very well, Nathaniel involuntarily noted. As far as he knew from Miles’s stories, Marshall had served in Iraq, in a real combat zone. The young man could easily imagine Marshall dressed in camouflage, holding a machine gun in his hands.Now Marshall was wearing gray sweatpants and a tank top that revealed arms with pumped-up biceps and bulging veins, a muscular chest and a sculpted stomach. His left arm was covered with a huge tattoo from the collarbone to the wrist. It depicted a cyborg limb - some kind of mechanisms, a hose, a piston. It looked quite impressive. Nathaniel swallowed hard. For some reason, Marshall's appearance always distracted him, although neither before nor after meeting him, men had never aroused Nathaniel's interest.The young man had no idea that Marshall, who had excellent peripheral vision, had noticed his secret scrutiny. Marshall's brows furrowed slightly. Curious...“Do you have a girlfriend?”Marshall's sudden question caught Nathaniel mid-sip, and he choked on his beer and began coughing. Tears welled up in his eyes. Marshall watched his suffering from a distance and waited patiently for the boy to regain his ability to speak.“What?” Nathaniel croaked, clearing his throat. “Why did you suddenly…”“I see,” Marshall interrupted him. “But have you at least been with a woman?” Not receiving a response from Nathaniel, he continued calmly: “And with a man?”Nathaniel, pale as a sheet, looked at him with all his eyes, unable to utter a sound.Marshall sighed heavily and took a sip of beer.With an incredible effort, Nathaniel jumped up from the table. Something was pulsating in his head, confusing his thoughts.“I think I'll be going. Thanks for the beer.”And, leaving the bottle of unfinished beer on the table, the young man hurried out of the kitchen. Marshall followed his slender figure with a look of darkened eyes.“You won’t be able to run far anyway,” he said barely audibly after him. “We’re living under the same roof now… in case you hadn’t noticed.”And, as if nothing had happened, Marshall returned to watching the film.***The days that followed that evening were to Nathaniel like the calm before the storm. He and Marshall still saw each other rarely, and when they did, they were deliberately polite and distant, yet there was an uncanny tension that sometimes lurked beneath the politeness. The only thing that had changed was that Marshall began to walk around the house shirtless more often. More than once, Nathaniel had caught him emerging from the bathroom with only a towel around his hips, his wet hair falling over his forehead, and beads of water running down his broad, hard chest. At such times, Marshall looked more like an ancient statue come to life than ever before.Nathaniel bit his thumbnail and buried his nose in a medical reference book. His internship was just around the corner, and his excitement was growing with each passing day.Nathaniel flinched as a large hand landed on his shoulder.“Come on, you can help me with something.”Nathaniel looked up from his reference book and tilted his head back, meeting Marshall's gaze. He was shirtless, as he almost always was these days. Like he didn't give a d@mn about anything or anyone in this world.“What can I help you with?“Hold my legs while I do crunches.”“And Miles…” Nathaniel began to stutter.“In the toilet,” Marshall cut him off. “You know he won't come out until he's watched all of YouTube.”Miles's muffled laughter and some music came from behind the bathroom door, confirming the truth of his words. Even though the brothers didn't always get along well, and sometimes their fights turned into actual hand-to-hand combat, they still knew each other very well.“Okay,” Nathaniel agreed, standing up.He followed Marshall into his bedroom and looked around once inside. There was a small exercise mat on the floor and some impressive looking dumbbells laying nearby. Marshall's body was glistening with sweat, it looked like he had finished his weights and push-ups and only had crunches left.Marshall sat down on the mat, clasped his hands behind his head, and looked at Nathaniel expectantly. Nathaniel dropped to the floor after him, pressing his hands into his feet, holding them in place. Marshall resumed his workout, leaning his body back and forth. His abdominal muscles were so tight they felt like they were carved out of stone. Nathaniel stared at his hands, because every time Marshall flexed his torso, his face was dangerously close to his own. So close that he could feel the warmth of his breath on his skin.“Maybe you should join me sometime?” Marshall asked suddenly. “You're so skinny I could snap you in half.”Nathaniel gave him a dark look from under his brows.“No, thank you.”“Don't be so quick to refuse,” Marshall responded, not stopping his work. “If something happens, you won't be able to fight back against someone like... me.”Nathaniel's heart skipped a beat in his chest.“I don’t think such a situation is even possible,” he answered dully. “We live in a fairly safe city…”“What does the city have to do with it?” Marshall laughed. “Danger may be waiting for you next door, you know.”There was a distinct ominous note in his voice.Nathaniel gathered the courage to look him straight in the eye, and his grip on Marshall's feet loosened. Marshall stumbled back, nearly losing his balance.“D@mn, can you do anything right?” he growled.“Maybe if you hadn’t threatened me!” Nathaniel retorted passionately.Marshall chuckled, and Nathaniel steeled himself. It would take all of his adult self-control to confront an opponent like Marshall, even if it was only in a verbal battle. He had witnessed the brothers' squabbles many times, and he expected Marshall to make another attack, but his next words stumped Nathaniel.“Sit on me.”Nathaniel blinked in shock.“You seem to be a smart guy, Nathaniel, you study excellently, but you are not able to understand such a simple command.”Nathaniel thought that Miles in his place would have sent Marshall to hell long ago and perhaps even shown him the middle finger, but... Nathaniel hated being drawn into a conflict, and if one was brewing, he always tried to smooth it over.He shifted his weight off Marshall's legs, replacing his palms with... his butt.“Will that do?” he asked in a pointedly neutral tone.“Wonderful,” Marshall responded with a predatory smile.Nathaniel felt a shudder run down his spine. He tried to breathe slowly through his nose, steadying his heart. Heat spread from his cheeks to his neck and then to his chest. There was a pleasant ache in his lower abdomen. He was even closer to Marshall now - too close to Nathaniel liking. Marshall resumed his exercise, and now Nathaniel was acutely aware of the intimacy of the situation they were in. But what made him even more uncomfortable was the intense gaze of Marshall's dark eyes.“Is there something wrong with my face?” Nathaniel couldn't take it anymore after a while.Marshall had already done more than fifty twists, how long did he intend to torment his body and him? Besides, Marshall's constant movements and friction in the groin area caused a completely unwanted reaction in him, and if it remained unnoticed by Marshall... The thought alone made Nathaniel freeze in icy horror.“What, you don't like it?” Marshall's lips twisted into his signature wolfish smile. It seemed like he was amused by the whole situation. “But I'm not complaining.”Nathaniel looked up at him, stunned.“What?..”“Do you think I didn't notice you staring at me?”Marshall stopped doing his sit-ups and leaned forward toward Nathaniel, who instantly turned crimson, invading his personal space even more. There was a strange glint in his eyes that Nathaniel had never seen before.“I don't…”“Maybe you should have given your number to that guy at the bowling alley,” Marshall interrupted.Nathaniel felt as if he had been doused with cold water from a bucket. His tongue was frozen to the roof of his mouth, his pupils were dilated, covering most of his irises. Marshall smelled strongly of musk, which was understandable, considering what he was doing. Nathaniel sucked in a breath. A bead of sweat rolled down Marshall's stomach, and Nathaniel watched it, fascinated. Marshall suddenly leaned down to his face, and Nathaniel felt his pulse quicken. He wasn't going to...? No, that couldn't be... Marshall's gaze moved from his eyes to his lips, he tilted his head slightly to the side, and at that moment...
The bedroom door swung open, startling them both. Marshall immediately backed away from it and turned to the door, where Miles stood beaming.“I lost you!” Miles announced to the entire room. “The last thing I expected was to find you here.”Nathaniel climbed off Marshall's feet, but he still couldn't get up. His legs wouldn't obey him.“What's the matter, our internet is down?” Marshall asked sarcastically, standing up without any difficulty.Miles grimaced.“Ha-ha. Very funny. Nat, why are you sitting around, it's time for us to go to university.”Nathaniel took Miles's offered hand and walked out of the bedroom on stiff legs.Chaos reigned in my soul, caused by Marshall and his last words.The worst part was that they made him think. No, that was just out of the question. There was no way he was attracted to guys. Not guys, Nathaniel mentally corrected himself. Marshall.There was a week left before the renovation was completed.“God, give me strength,” Nathaniel prayed, recalling the words of a famous prayer. “Lead me not into temptation, but deliver me from the evil one...”Nathaniel risked a glance over his shoulder.Marshall stood in the middle of the bedroom, looking at the floor, his hands unconsciously clenched into fists, his eyebrows drawn together.It seemed that Nathaniel was not the only one who was currently torn apart by internal contradictions.***
“Nathaniel... wake up.”Someone was shaking him by the shoulder, tearing him out of the sweet embrace of sleep. Nathaniel moaned discontentedly, rolled over onto his stomach and buried his face in the pillow.“Come on, Nathaniel... get up.”
The night visitor tore the blanket off him. Nathaniel sleepily opened one eye, but made no attempt to fully wake up. Maybe if he pretended to be dead, they would leave him alone?..
But whoever came into his room in the middle of the night wasn't going to back down so easily. A huge hand suddenly squeezed his left buttock.Nathaniel let out a soft cry and was practically thrown off the bed.“What?.. Who? M-Marshall?” he babbled incoherently.“Rise and shine,” Marshall said with a familiar sly expression on his face.Marshall switched on the floor lamp, and in its dim light Nathaniel, blinking dazedly from sleep, could clearly make out the late visitor squatting by his sofa. It was still dark outside, no sign of dawn, so it was no later than four in the morning.“What happened?” Nathaniel asked warily, pulling the blanket to his chest.“I need your help.”“Again?” Nathaniel couldn't help himself. “What is it this time? Should I help you do push-ups? Can't it wait until the morning?”A slight smile touched Marshall's lips. It seemed that the joke of the frightened Nathaniel was to his taste.“I need you as a doctor. You see... I got cut a little.”Nathaniel instantly felt a sense of clarity. Medicine was his calling, and helping people was his sacred duty.“Show me the wound.”Marshall pulled his sweatshirt over his head, revealing a white T-shirt underneath, the right sleeve of which was already stained red.Nathaniel examined the wound carefully.“A stab wound?”“Yeah, some kind of sharpening,” Marshall responded. “That @ssh@l@... realized that he had no chance in a fair fight...”“The wound needs to be cleaned,” Nathaniel muttered. “And stitched.”“Prepare everything you need. I'll be waiting for you in my bedroom.”Marshall rose from the floor and headed for the door.“Why didn’t you ask Miles about this?” Nathaniel asked after a pause. “He’s a medical student, too.”“As much as I love my little brother, I would prefer that straight-A student takes care of me... and not the C student.”Marshall left his room, and Nathaniel took out his rather large first aid kit. A few minutes later, he entered Marshall's bedroom with everything he needed in his hands.Marshall sat in a large chair, prudently bare-chested.Nathaniel dropped to the floor in front of him, picked up a piece of cotton wool and a bottle of chlorhexidine.“ It will hurt a little...”“I served in a war zone. A scratch like that won't scare me.”Nathaniel began to clean and disinfect the wound.“You don't take care of yourself at all... Isn't there enough danger in your job? Why do you have to get involved in a hooligan fight?”“If I hadn't intervened, there would have been one more corpse on the streets. And you say it's a safe city,” Marshall laughed quietly.Nathaniel looked up at him in surprise and continued his work without another word. Marshall also remained silent, watching his actions.“It’s done,” Nathaniel finally said, tying the ends of the bandage into a knot.
  
    
  
“Thank you.”For a moment they stared at each other in the dim light of the room. Another provocative pose: Marshall sitting in a chair, his legs spread wide, Nathaniel kneeling between them. Nathaniel's wandering gaze slid from the guy's face to his bare chest and stomach. He could physically feel the heat from Marshall's strong thighs. It seemed as if he was trapped between them. Hot, so hot... Involuntarily, Nathaniel's gaze fell on Marshall's crotch, which was not even half a meter away. Was it his imagination, or?.. No, Marshall was not aroused, but the outline of his p@n@s was clearly visible even through the fabric of his jeans. It was big, if not huge, wasn't it?.. The same as the rest of Marshall. Nathaniel felt his throat go dry. His heart was pounding furiously in his chest, and in the silence of the night its beat echoed in Nathaniel's ears like an alarm.Nathaniel forced his brain to work again and opened his mouth, intending to say something, but changed his mind and bit his lip.“Speak, Nathaniel,” Marshall said in his deep, low voice. “I always wonder what's on your mind. What's going on... in that clever head of yours.”Nathaniel just shook his head slowly and rose from the floor.“If I am no longer needed...”Marshall moved forward in a flash and grabbed his wrist. Nathaniel turned around. Marshall's expression was strange, and he stared in confusion at his own hand holding Nathaniel, as if the limb were not his own and had a will of its own. Finally, he loosened his grip and released him, but from what Nathaniel could tell, it took a great deal of effort."No,” Marshall said dully, regaining his momentarily lost self-control, and leaned back wearily in his chair. “Go…”Nathaniel didn't move.“Come on, go away!” Marshall barked, noticing his indecision. “Hurry!”He clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white, just like the day he asked him for help for the first time.Nathaniel walked quickly out of the room, closed the door behind him and clutched the medicine and bandages to his chest.“D@mn it...” came from behind the closed door.***
Nathaniel had only three days left to stay with Hall brothers. He had been tossing and turning for a couple of hours now, but sleep stubbornly refused to come to him. Perhaps it would have been easier for him to go to the realm of dreams if Marshall had spent this night, like many others, on night duty. But alas, today was his day off, and his presence at home usually made Nathaniel anxious... but this time there was something else mixed in, from which his entire body seemed to be engulfed in flames.Despite Marshall's opinion of his inexperience, Nathaniel had experience with a girl. He had been dating Beatrice for four years, and they were already on the verge of marriage, but their love was forced to end. Nathaniel had a hard time and for a long time going through their separation, Beatrice seemed to him the love of his life, the one and only. But at that moment, Nathaniel wondered if the strict and pedantic Beatrice had aroused as much passion in him as Marshall?Nathaniel rolled over onto his back and frowned at the ceiling, as if it were somehow to blame. It was well past midnight. Miles had probably been sleeping like a log for hours. Even though tomorrow was Sunday, and therefore there were no classes, insomnia was rarely a welcome guest for anyone.Ah, if only Marshall could come and put out his flames... He's a fireman, after all, it's his job.And then, as if his desperate mental call had been heard, the door of the room opened slightly, revealing a tall silhouette to his eyes accustomed to the darkness.“Marshall…” Nathaniel whispered, refusing to believe what was happening.The young man sat up abruptly, tense as a spring compressed to its limit. Marshall walked silently inside and stood motionless opposite Nathaniel.Without uttering a sound, Marshall extended his hand to him.Nathaniel stared at the outstretched hand for a few seconds. The simple gesture seemed to him like the swing of a raised sword.And then, in a fit of uncharacteristic recklessness, he raised a trembling hand and intertwined his fingers with Marshall's. It felt like he was sticking his hand into a fire. Nathaniel closed his eyes, his whole body shaking violently.The sofa creaked softly as Nathaniel rose from it, drawn by the unexpected guest.He followed Marshall, clinging to his hand like a drowning man. Nathaniel consciousness fell dull, everything around him was drifting in front of his eyes.Marshall's bedroom door closed behind them with a soft click.There was no turning back.'
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