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Post by devon splyce parker on Jun 6, 2012 16:01:52 GMT -5
Devon bit his lip, staring down at his juice quietly, to afraid to help himself to anything else in the fridge. He didn't know this guy, no matter what he said.
"No he doesn't.." He insisted, words barely anything but a mumble. He swirled his juice, watching it curiously. He could hear someone talking somewhere outside the door, shifted his weight.
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Post by marcus owen foster on Jun 6, 2012 16:07:13 GMT -5
"No, guess not." He said, honestly didn't want some boy he didn't know on his case because he had said something about Zander.
He looked up at the talking, and walked over to Devon, whispering in his ear to follow him. He gently took his wrist, guiding him back into the bedroom. He grabbed the cuff off the bed, and yanked the blankets back. "Get in and pretend you're asleep." He said, taking his juice from him. He sat it quietly on the nightstand, walking over to flip the light off and close the door a bit, walking into the living room to grab his glass.
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Post by devon splyce parker on Jun 6, 2012 16:12:54 GMT -5
Devon tensed at the sudden touch, eased up a bit. He glanced down at his scarred arms, following him to the bedroom and crawled into the bed. He buried his face, snuggling up in the blankets with a soft breath as the light went out, listening to Marc moving around in the other room. He scratched at his wrist, then hugged one of the pillows close.
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Post by marcus owen foster on Jun 6, 2012 16:17:51 GMT -5
Marc finished his drink, sitting the glass in the sink before he walked to the door, locking it carefully and flipping off the light. He walked back into the bedroom, and to his dresser. He stripped out of his jeans, and pulled on a pair of pajama pants. Then he climbed in behind Devon, pulling the blankets up around them. "I'm not gonna hurt you.. Just pretend I'm Zander and try to go to sleep, okay?" He whispered, standing up on the bed to unscrew the light. 'If they can't see, he may as well be Tony." He thought, laying back down behind him. He wrapped an arm around him, looking over at the wall.
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Post by devon splyce parker on Jun 6, 2012 16:22:11 GMT -5
Devon tensed up all over as Marcus climbed in bed, growing even more uneasy at the touch. He drew in a breath, teeth gritting noisily as he gripped the bed, trembled. He couldn't help it, beyond fearful of anyone but Zander lying with him, had been hurt far to many times. Gentle tears fell down his cheeks and he sniffed, wiping at his face. "'M sorry.." He whimpered. "Dun' hurt me..."
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Post by marcus owen foster on Jun 6, 2012 16:30:48 GMT -5
"I'm not gonna hurt you.If I touched you, my boyfriend would have my head." He moved his arm up a bit, hoping it made him a little more comfortable. "I promise I'm not gonna hurt you. Just relax and close your eyes and think of something, okay? I'm not gonna move an inch." He stayed as still as he could, closing his eyes. He kept telling himself he was just keeping him safe, that he would bring him back to Zander as soon as the clock read four. They were bound to be gone by four, right? But what he was trying to do most was stay completely still and try not to smell the blood on the boy.
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Post by devon splyce parker on Jun 6, 2012 16:36:00 GMT -5
Devon just worked his jaw, refusing to relax however. He shifted his weight uneasily, heart racing as he closed his eyes, trying to be still, terrified of what the guy might do it he didn't listen to him. Perhaps after knowing him better it wouldn't have been so hard. But he didn't know him at all, just knew he was stuck here unless he wanted to get caught.
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Post by marcus owen foster on Jun 6, 2012 16:42:23 GMT -5
Marc kept his eyes closed, thinking about everything besides having some boy he didn't know in his bed. He wanted Tony there, or at least for the smell of blood to be gone. It was beyond strong, and it was taking everything he had to stay still and not bite into his neck. He glanced at the clock, praying that time would pass faster. He yawned, trying not to shift his weight no matter how uncomfortable he was. But he wasn't about to ask Devon to relax against him.
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Post by devon splyce parker on Jun 6, 2012 16:47:15 GMT -5
Devon rubbed at his wrist, shifting his weight again with an agitated, uneasy breath. He clearly wasn't going to calm down, patience wearing thin in his discomfort. He was unaware of Marc's own predicament, not to mention the fact that, while he was a full demonic creature, his blood was still human enough because of his father.
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Post by marcus owen foster on Jun 6, 2012 16:52:01 GMT -5
"My God.. Please don't wiggle.. You already smell like blood." Marc pleaded quietly, drawing his arm away from him. The more he moved, the worse the smell got, and the harder it became to control himself. He turned over on his back, running his hands over his face. He drew an arm over his eyes, the other hanging off the bed. 'This is torture. I've never been so hungry in my life..' He thought, his stomach growling in response.
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