[CLOSED] you know you can't hide.

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe's teeth gritted as his hair was pulled. "I pay entirely too much for you to go pulling on my hair." He said, eyeing Dyson. When he took a step forward, Monroe grabbed him by the wrists and shoved him back. He pressed against him, unnaturally grey eyes staring at Dyson.

"I'm gonna die? No. Your boyfriend is gonna die. What are you gonna have then? A few pictures on a wall? You're too worried about yourself to realize the boy has an expiration date." He shoved his hips against him, rocking them harshly.

[dyson montgomary shylk]

Dyson bit his lip at the harsh actions. He squirmed, but no matter how strong he was, he was completely pinned. "Don't we all?" He huffed, jerking at his wrists. He had never really believed in other species, but kind of had his ideas now. Anger flashed through his eyes at the harsh thrusts. "You fucking bastard," He hissed through clenched teeth.

[monroe owen hughes]

"We do. But we know when he's going to die. A bullet through the brain." He drove his hips against him, turning him around. He slammed him against the wall, his face in Dyson's neck. "I'll fuck you if I have to. You're going to beg." He breathed, slipping his hands up Dyson's shirt before dragging them roughly down his chest.

[dyson montgomary shylk]

"No he won't," Dyson snarled, grunting as he was flipped and pinned again, chest pressed to the wall. He winced at the nails tearing down his chest. "You really think I haven't learned not to beg?" He huffed. "It does nothing. I'm not a fucking beggar." He pressed his hands to the wall, trying to use them to push himself away from it, but Monroe's weight was.making it difficult.

[monroe owen hughes]

"What's Lucas see in you? He has to see something to not want to be with me anymore. Guess he must not mean that much to you if you're just gonna break his heart all over again." He slammed his hips against Dyson again, kissing up his neck as his hands slid down to the waistband of his jeans. He undid the button, running his hand across the newly exposed skin.

[dyson montgomary shylk]

"You're the one breaking his heart," He spat. "You think I'm not trying for him? Why the hell didn't I go to work today and risk getting my ass beat for it then? ! Because of him." He knocked his head back harshly, still trying to fight him off.

[monroe owen hughes]

"Oh?" He asked, gritting his teeth as Dyson's head hit his. He got dizzy for a second, spinning him around and pinning him harshly to the wall. He slammed his hips against him, glaring at him.

"Don't you ever fucking hit me. Your little boyfriend isn't here to save you, now is he?" He asked, then walked nonchalantly back to his chair. A few seconds later, the door opening, and they brought a sleeping Lucas back in. He raised an eyebrow at Dyson, and walked around the side of Luc's bed, running his fingers through the boy's dark hair.

[dyson montgomary shylk]

Dyson pushed away from the wall, rubbing at his chest. "I'll hit you if I fucking want." He watched them bring Luc in, grinding his teeth as he watched Monroe. Finally he stalked over, yanking him back by the shirt. "Leave him the fuck alone."

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe gritted his teeth, but walked to his chair nonetheless. When it came to Lucas, Dyson has the say so in what happened while he was asleep now. He picked up his magazine, watching Luc groan and stir, then settle down. The boy's hand dug into the bed, and Monroe finally looked down at his magazine again, pretending to be occupied by an article.

[dyson montgomary shylk]

Dyson sat down close to him, taking his hand and unfurling it gently, holding it close. He stroked his cheek gently, had pushed down his own grief to deal with these things. He glared back up at Monroe.