[CLOSED] common ailments?

[marcus owen foster]

Marc wrapped an arm around him, rubbing his arm gently. He wondered if he should let it grow a bit, then get it trimmed. He could always spike it up a bit. That's what he used to do, and it looked good.

"Penny for your thoughts?" He asked, leaning over to kiss him gently. He reached over, rubbing Tony's chest gently before leaning back and pulling the boy on top of him. He had no sexual intentions. Yet. He just wanted to lay back in the chair.

[tony angel martyn]

Tony smiled faintly, curling up in his lap, head and hand resting on Marc's chest. He stared at the wall, then tilted his head some to look up at him with affection hazed eyes. "I...love you..." He murmured, smiling a bit more. He kissed Marcus' chest through his chest, rubbing the area gently for a moment.

He really did feel worry for what Marc was, what it would mean for him. But at the same time he felt selfish for the reflief that they now had forever, so long as Tony did nothing to get himself damned. He would lose his family someday, he knew. But he had Marc..rigt? So long as they lasted that long. A content hum passed his lips.

[marcus owen foster]

"I love you too." He whispered, kissing the top of his head. He hugged him as close as he could, rubbing his back gently. "More than anything." He added after a moment. Marcus was slow when it came to, well, everything. But once he figured it was okay, he went ahead and did it.

He tipped Tony's chin back, realizing just how much he had missed him. How much he had missed kissing him and holding him close. He kissed him slowly and gently, running his thumb across his chin. He felt like he was kissing him for the first time all over again. Marc tended to have to get used to people all over again. Even the people he loved. And living alone, he had resorted further back into his shell.

[tony angel martyn]

Tony smiled, kissing him gently, plantig another kiss on his neck. He enjoyed the feeling of being in his arms, nestling close. He wrapped an arm around Marc's neck, the other still resting against his chest.

"You're amazing," He murmured, closing his blue eyes with another faint smile.

[marcus owen foster]

Marc smiled, rubbing his side gently. "Not as amazing as you." He said with a smile. He held Tony close, kissing the top of his head when he heard a knock at the door. He groaned, pulling himself to his feet. His body still changing, he was in horrible pain. His heart was still faintly beating. He opened the door, and saw a familiar face staring back, those bright green eyes unmistakable.

"I'm not dying, Deacon." He said, and Deacon just nodded slowly. The guys behind him looked scary, or scary to Marc. To anyone else, they looked normal.

"You're not dying, no. That's not why I'm here. Who's that?" He nodded towards Tony.

"Tony.." He said quietly, looking back at Tony.

"Hold out your arms." Deacon told him, and Marc shook his head. "Marcus. Arms." But Marc just shook his head again. He stepped back in, about to shut the door when Deacon's hand pushed it back open, his eyes slowly turning black. He stepped inside, forcing Marc to back up.

"Show me your arms, Marcus." Deacon said, eyeing Tony. He could tell he was already dead. But Marc shook his head again.

"This isn't fucking funny, Deacon!" He cried.

"You're not human, are you?"

"No. What's that got to-" He felt Deacon's cold grip around his wrists, tugging him forward. He got dizzy, what little life he had left leaving him. Deacon turned his arms over, then pushed Marc towards the nurse, the dizzy boy just stumbling forward.

[tony angel martyn]

Tony looked up at the knock, kissing Marc's cheek and watching him get up. He frowned as he studied who was at the door, hesitated.

The urge to protect Marcus kicked in, and he stood, tensing. Wings burst from his back, blue eyes pissed. "What the fuck?! Leave 'im alone!" He snarled, had never been more angry in his life as he threw himself forward.

[marcus owen foster]

Deacon smirked, grabbing the angel by his shoulders. "You're dead now. The worst that can happen is you pass out, right? I wouldn't go messing with what you don't know anything about, love. It just might earn you a ticket to hell." He let the dizzy angel go, following the men with the white suits on. Marc was screaming, trying to pull away from them. Two would have been easy to get away from. But six of them made things difficult.

"Lie down, Marcus." Deacon told him, but Marc shook his head again, trying to fight them off. Deacon grabbed him by the shoulders, pushing him down onto the stretcher as the men started pulling the straps across his abdomen, over his legs and arms.

"Be a good boy and Tony can come see you, yeah?" Deacon asked with a smirk, but Marc only thrashed on the stretcher, trying to break the straps.

"NO! YOU LEAVE HIM OUT OF THIS!" He screamed, fighting the straps for all he was worth. He had a hunch his dad had called them, told them Marc was crazy. And the cuts said he was, the gashes and scars. But Marc wasn't crazy. Marc was broken.

"Fuck you, Deacon." He spat, pulling on the straps.

"Death doesn't like to be cheated, you blood sucker. I'm going to make your life a living hell." That rhaspy voice said, a smirk on the lips that were no longer Deacon's.

[tony angel martyn]

Tony stumbled, tripping. He pushed himself off the floor. "What are you doing?!" He sobbed. "He didn't fucking do nothing!" He threw himself forward and wrapped his arms around the reapers neck. Tony had never been a fighter. His rage scared even himself as he dragged him backwards, tears rolling down his cheeks.

"You can't just fucking take him and not tell me what's going on!"

Marc had referred to him as Deacon. Connor's Deacon, right? "What if I went and took Connor?!" Rage darkened his eyes. "What then?"

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon's eyes flashed to green and he spun around, shoving Tony down to the pavement. Marc screamed and Deacon gritted his teeth, ready to make short work of Tony's pretty little face. "If you touch Connor, so help me God you will NEVER see your boyfriend again. I will beat the fuck out of both of you until you're nothing more than a mangled mess. And I will fucking do it until the end of time. Touch Connor." He glared at him, ready to tear his throat out.

"Why don't you go ask his dad? I didn't want to come knocking on his fucking door. No. I got called away from my daughter and my boyfriend because I got a call your boyfriend is fucking crazy. Why don't you go ask his father about it? And when you beat the fuck out of him, I won't say two words because the man is a damn bastard and deserves it. But it's my fucking /job/ whether you or Marc or I like it or not. And until he stops fighting and until he is proven to be sane, I can't do anything. But if you touch my fiance, he's going UNDER the hospital, do you understand me?!"

[tony angel martyn]

"HE'S NOT FUCKING CRAZY!" Tony screeched from the ground, arms scraped. "YOU ARE! He-...he just needs people who care. You fucking monster! How can Connor even love you?!" He couldn't help it... He couldn't stand to see Marc like that.

"He's not crazy..." He whimpered. He curled up in the middle of the pavement, shoulders shaking with his cries, wings draped carelessly. He made no move to get up.