[CLOSED] don't wake me up...

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe's heart started to pound in his chest, and he bit his lip. He met the kiss gently, his breath catching in his throat at the grip on his wrist. He leaned closer, drawing his nails down slowly over his chest. He couldn't help being turned on, and he knew Zain knew it. Anything rough and Monroe was addicted. "Let up.." He mumbled, those words echoing in his head again.

[zain marshal rhoston]

"Mm...why..?" Zain mumbled, kissing over his jaw slowly, teeth teasing the skin. But his eyes flashed dangerously before he was sucking on his neck, consciousness wavering in and out with the parasite at work.

[monroe owen hughes]

"Z-Zain.." He whimpered, digging his nails into his shoulder. He tipped his head to the side, closing his eyes. He didn't think he could get any closer, but he would have tried to. His heart was pounding so hard in his chest, he could hear it in his ears. "You said earlier you didn't want sex.." He breathed, trying to work his wrist away. But Zain had a grip on it that Monroe couldn't break.

[zain marshal rhoston]

"I said it doesn't always have to be about sex.." He mumbled against his neck, nails digging into his wrist a little more than he probably would have let them normally. He eased up the slightest when he realized it, not sure why. He threaded the fingers of his free hand into his hair, pulling him close.

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe moaned, pressing closer. He reached up, gently leading Zain's lips to his. He kissed him deeply, his hand falling back to his shoulder. He suddenly wanted him closer, felt like he was missing something. He shifted his weight, his back hurting more from the awkward position. He ran his tongue over Zain's teeth, slowly pulling away as his lungs started to burn for air.

[zain marshal rhoston]

Zain kissed back gently, leaning over him some. 'Make him pay for not believing you. What are you anyway, but a monster to follow my footsteps? Nobody loves you, just the amazing sex you give,' That voice taunted. Zain's eyes flashed again.

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe's grip tightened on his shoulder, kissing him slowly. He ran his fingers gently over his shoulder and up his neck, but it wasn't long before it felt like his lung were on fire again. 'Stupid broken ribs..' He thought, looking up at Zain. His eyes.. That's all Monroe could focus on was his eyes. "You know you don't need to use those eyes on me.." He breathed, but he couldn't look away. The thought 'Medusa' crossed his mind, and he smiled a bit.

[zain marshal rhoston]

Rage at the taunting had taken over though, and that gold color didn't cool down, jaw set. No, Monroe loved him, he wasn't just a sex toy..he wasn't a monster... was he? He sure had been raised by one, treated like one. His hand fisted at the nape of Monroe's neck, the other still gripping his jaw mid lean for another kiss. But the taunting mingling with his own thoughts was to much.

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe saw Zain lean closer for a kiss, and instinctively parted his lips a bit. But when Zain didn't lean any closer, he bit his lip, his eyes searching the other boy's. He ran his hands slowly over his chest, the one that had been in Zain's grip throbbing. "Zain.. Babe, what's wrong?" He asked, slowly tracing his fingers over his chest then his shoulders. He was getting dizzy, looking at Zain for so long, and could feel himself slowly losing any control he had before. He was submissive to begin with, but now, Zain just might be able to con him into murder.

[zain marshal rhoston]

Zain's teeth grinded together quietly, grip on Monroe's jaw tightening. "Why don't you love me?" He cried angrily, gaze never wavering. His tightening grip dropped completely before it tightened enough to cause real damage, and he gripped at his head. "Shut up!" He snarled. "shut the fuck up...."