[CLOSED] common ailments?

[marcus owen foster]

"I don't care if you're 'fine'. You're mine and I don't like seeing these scratches on your pretty arms. So when we get home, I'm going to clean them and wrap them up and you'll be good as new." He kissed the top of Tony's head. He didn't mind walking. He walked everywhere pretty much. Except to work because it was half way across town. The hospital was actually really close to his apartment, so it wasn't like they had to walk far.

"And besides, I like walking with you. It gives me an excuse to keep you as close as you can be." He said with a smile, reaching over with his other hand to stroke Tony's cheek.

[tony angel martyn]

Tony smiled at him crookedly. "Mm..." He pulled him to a stop, kissing him deep and slow, a hand rubbing at his chest. "You-...I..can't even explain my feelings for you.."
A rain drop hit his nose and he scowled. But he didn't care, laughing sheepishly. He kissed Marc gentky again, then let his head find his shoulder once more as he took up his hand again.

More rain drops fell. He gazed up at the sky, complaining as they spattered against his face.

[marcus owen foster]

Marc held him close at the kiss, his arms finding their way around his back to pull him closer. He smiled, reaching up to cup his cheek gently. His smile widened when Tony spoke and he leaned down, kissing him softly. "You're everything to me, you know that?" He ran his fingers through the boy's hair before he started walking again.

The rain was just beginning to pour when Marc finally got the door open with a bobby pin in his pocket. Picking locks was the only reason he carried the things around. But they came in handy, if you knew how to use them right. He tossed them onto the counter, bending over to shake his hair out in the sink.

[tony angel martyn]

Tony smiled the rest of the way back, shivering faintly once they were inside. He hadn't even had time to grab a jacket before leaving earlier, the rain leaving faint red streaks down his arm from the scrapes. They looked worse than they really were now, nothing but small scratches in all actuality.

Watching Marc shake out his hair, he stood there awkwardly, then decided to slink to the bathroom and dab off the blood on his arms.

[marcus owen foster]

Marc tugged his shirt over his head, then undid his jeans. They weren't as wet as his shirt, so he just walked to the bathroom in his room, hanging them over the shower curtain rack. He changed into a pair of pajama pants, then grabbed a towel out of the bathroom. He was drying off his hair when he stopped. He looked at Tony, admiring the way he moved, the smooth way his muscles flexed everything he moved his arms. He was mesmerized until he realized he was standing there looking like an idiot. He finished towel drying his hair, then ran his hands through it, trying to tame the sticking up strands.

He walked over to Tony, wrapping his arms around his waist as he kissed his neck slowly, running his fingers up and down his stomach. "Hey handsome." He whispered, then kissed just below his ear.

[tony angel martyn]

Tony went about tending to his scrapes, then shaking out his own hair and pulling a brush from his overnight bag, brushing it out. He paused when he finally spotted Marcus in the mirror, smiling faintly.

As the arms wrapped around him, and at the kisses, he tilted his head, eyes closing. "Mh...hey.." He murmured softly, leaning back against Marc some.

[marcus owen foster]

"I wasn't looking.." He mumbled, trailing kisses down his neck. "Just admiring. There's a difference." He smiled, looking up at him in the mirror. He slipped his cold hands up Tony's shirt, wrapping his arms tightly around him. He kissed his neck gently again before resting his head on his shoulder. The hunger he felt around everyone else, he didn't feel around Tony. Probably because he could never hurt Tony in any way.

He smiled at him, making those adorable dimples in his cheeks. "You're so precious. Like a little bit of perfect I can keep." He said, turning Tony around to kiss him gently.

[tony angel martyn]

Tony laughed, shivering faintly at the hands up his shirt. He pressed his bacm closer. "How can I tell the different?" He murmured, head still tilted for him, eyes still closed. He wasn't worried about Marc being a danger. Hell, technucally they were both already dead. Kind of.

He smiled at the next words, opening his eyes. "And you're my chance at a true forever.." As he was turned, he wrapped his arms around Marc's waist, resting a hand on his back as he kissed him softly, slow. "...I love your smile."

[marcus owen foster]

Marc rested his hands on the counter behind Tony, enjoying the kiss. He smiled when Tony pulled away, kissing him gently at the compliment. "I dunno. Your entire face is pretty lovable. And your hips." He shrugged. "Not that I was looking. Or anything." He smirked again, kissing him softly. He felt strange, being shirtless around Tony. Again. Something about being able to see all of his tattoos and scars made him feel vunerable. Like at any moment Tony could point out his flaws.

"Why? What's so amazing about my smile that you have to love it?" He asked, kissing the corner of his mouth.

[tony angel martyn]

"You sure you weren't looking?" He traced his hands up Marc's body, memorizing every scar and mark before his hand's found his shoulders, rubbing them in a massaging manner. "Everything about it," He mumbled. "Everything about /you/."

He kissed him again, parting their lips slightly, tongue hesitantly brushing his lower lip, almost in a shy manner.