[Open] Listen to the heart

[tony angel martyn]

Tony laughed. "Fine, I'm completely sure.." He murmured, voice trailing into a hum as he was kissed. He kissed back tenderly. The house seemed to be silent now.

"Good...You don't need to leave..you would break too many hearts and you still got a full life ahead of you Marc." He kissed him again, but suddenly realized one thing. Werewolf or not, Marcus was mortal, he himself was not. He kept his own thoughts in his own head, refusing to bring that up.

[marcus owen foster]

"Yeah but.." He moved onto of Tony, kissing him deeply. "I'm not sure.. that I would-.. I don't want to have to live without you, though.." He mumbled, looking down at him. "I'm not worried about breaking anyone's heart but yours.. I don't want to keep going if.. you're not gonna be there beside me.."

[tony angel martyn]

Tony met the kiss, pulling him close, and bit at his lip some. "I know..." He whispered softly, blue eyes confused. He honestly didn't know what to think of it, didn't know what he could tell him. Because 'All that matters is right now' was too cliche.

He wanted this to last honestly, not just be a fling. But even if it did, how long could they hold out? Marc was only getting older every day...Even Zoey was getting older every day. Tony was going to lose all of them eventually. Sure, he had a second chance at life, somewhat. Be he didn't have a second chance at ever growing up.

[marcus owen foster]

"You have to go when I'm better, don't you?" He asked quietly. He knew if Tony left, he wouldn't last. He wouldn't live to see the next day. "I'm not going to live without you.. I can't.. And if they take you from me, I guess I'm just going to hell because I can't.. I need you here.." He was falling for the boy, no doubt about it. But he didn't want this to just last awhile, he wanted it to last forever.

"I need you, Tony.."

[tony angel martyn]

"As long as you need me I'mma be here.." He whispered, jaw trembling. "Besides, I can always come back and see you..you can't go to hell..I'd never see you again Marcus." He hugged him tight. This wasn't like Caine and his little girlfriend. They had forever together. This....this just seemed temporary.

He stroked Marc's cheek gently. "I'll always be here for you..." He desperately hoped it to be true..but even so, Marc would be far older than him. "What I would give to be mortal...to grow old..I was always afraid of that...but being young forever doesn't sound so great now, not without you Marcus.." He kissed him gently. "I never should have taken those pills.." He rasped. But then, he may not have ever met Marc in the first place, either.

[marcus owen foster]

Marc stroked his cheek, looking down at him. He couldn't die for selfish reasons and not go to tell. That isn't how it worked. But he couldn't have Tony leave him either. Something about this seemed seriously unfair.

"I don't know how to be immortal like you.. I don't even know what the hell I am.. But I don't want you to go either.." He kissed his cheek, then his jaw. "You're the only person who ever tried to help, Tony.." He bit his lip, laying back down beside him.

[tony angel martyn]

"I don't know," He murmured softly. "Let's..just not think about it right now okay?" He hugged him close, but it didn't matter, he couldn't shake such thoughts so easy.

Sighing, he kissed Marc's bare shoulder tenderly, closing his eyes as he curled up against him again, listening to the beat of his heart.

[marcus owen foster]

Marc held him close, running his fingers through his hair. It was hard not to think about losing everything you cared about. But if that's what Tony wanted, he could try. He kissed the top of his head, rubbing his side.

"You know, for not being experienced, you're pretty good in bed." He kissed him softly. "Not to mention how cute you are when you moan." He said with a smile, kissing his neck.

[tony angel martyn]

Tony blushed, burying his face gently against Marc's chest. "Nu uh..." He mumbled with a sheepish, hidden smile, hugging Marc tight. "And for you not knowing what to do, you did pretty damn good..." He teased, voice hushed, affectionate.

He trailed kisses across his collar bone gently.

[marcus owen foster]

"I was only good because you were telling me what to do." He said, rubbing his stomach gently. "Why didn't you say you wanted to? I wouldn't have tried to bang you through your jeans." He said with a laugh, then kissed him deeply.

"I think your kisses are my favorite." He said with a smile, stroking his cheek.