[CLOSED] i'm forever yours. faithfully.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon hugged the boy close, running his hand slowly over his chest. His eyes darkened at the pounding on the door, slowly running his hand down to Connor's stomach before he trailed it back up to his chest. 'If you think you're taking my husband, you're crazier than I thought.' He couldn't help thinking. But he also knew that if he killed the man without reason, they'd take his family away. He carefully climbed over Connor, taking the side closer to the door before he pulled him close again.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor's heartbeat picked up and he tried focusing on Deacon. But the darkening f those eyes didn't help. "D-don't, Deacon.." He mumbled.
"I know you're home!" Jon snarled from the downstairs front door.
Connor swallowed, couldn't help his fear. He wasn't sure what time it was, knew he'd missed out on his medication, but figured he could stay calm enough without it. As long as Jon didn't get inside.

[deacon reid rudman]

"I'm not gonna leave your side." He said, wrapping his arms around his waist. He reached up to run a hand through Connor's hair, his medicine the last thing on his mind right now. All he knew was he had to keep him safe first and foremost. "If he gets in, grab my phone off the nightstand and run into the bathroom and call Marc. Okay? Nothing's going to happen to you. Not today and not ever." He kissed the side of his head, holding him close.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor buried his face in the crook of Deacon's neck with a shaky breath, a hand fisted and pressed to his back. The ounding had turned violent. He wasn't sure how desperate Jon was. It had been a long time, though, and he knew Jon was dangerous when he was determined.
Connor kissed Deacon softly, glad they'd had a perfect wedding, no matter what Jon thought. Wood splintered and then there was silence.

[deacon reid rudman]

A million things managed to run through Deacon's mind when he heard wood splinter. Had he gotten inside? Had he gone around and found a ladder and decided to come in through a window? Had he gotten hurt and just left? Did he decide to just leave them alone? Or was he climbing the stairs right now looking for his son? The only son he had left, the son Deacon had taken away and married.. He pulled Connor close, kissing him slowly. "I love you." He breathed, knowing he had one thing to do no matter what the man was doing: he had to protect Connor.

[connor crayze sykes]

"I l-love you, too..." Connor whispered. He yelped as the bedroom door flew open, and his grip around Deacon tighened, sobbing as three shots were fired towards them. None hit him, but he wasn't so sure about Deacon, seeing as that had been the intent. Connor knew Deacon couldn't die, but it still broke his heart. "You can never have him," Jon hissed. A hand closed around Connor's ankle and jerked him from the bed. Connor gagged as his head hit the floor, trying to scramble away as Jon pulled him from the room.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon gasped, his hand covering the hole the bullet had made when it went straight through his side. At least Connor hadn't been laying there. There was a burning in his shoulder, but he wasn't too concerned about it. "You're not taking my husband.." He moaned, closing his eyes as blood seeped through his fingers. His eyes soon turned to black, Death in complete control. He got up from the bed, reaching back to the bullet in his shoulder before he plucked at the man. "Let go of the boy or you're getting a one way trip to hell. Courtesy of me."

[connor crayze sykes]

Jon eyed him warily, a grimace passing his lips. "You really think hell wouldn't do me good?" He sneered, shoving Connor into the bathroom with a harsh kick, locking the door behindthem. Connor sobbed, throwing himself forward and reaching for the lock before he was being dragged back by his tie and shoved to the wall. Defenseless, and he had nothing on.

---

Jon let Connor drop to the floor as his constant fighting turned feeble. He reloaded his gun, aiming it down at him. Connor curled up, shuddering and gripping at his aching legs as Jon opened the door. "You let me walk or I kill the piece of shit," He growled. Connor cringed, knew Jon was just trying to tear them apart.

[deacon reid rudman]

Death paced back and forth, knowing if he managed to get the lock open, he was just going to kill Connor. And in turn Deacon would die, leaving Death to find a new body. He knew he couldn't let Deacon take control either. Not now. He would die from the blood dripping down his leg and back. He already had a trail down the hall.

"Oh, please. You aren't going to kill him. You lost him once. If you killed him again, you wouldn't have anyone to torture. And you clearly can't come torture Deacon." Death mocked, waiting by the door. "Give me a reason I shouldn't kill you. The ball's in my court now, fucker. You tried to kill the body I'm in, and you raped his husband. Which, in case you didn't know, is the same is raping Deacon himself. They wouldn't take Connor away if I killed you now. I have two good reasons. Give me a reason or be a man and come pay your price for hurting Deacon's husband."

[connor crayze sykes]

Jonathan scoffed. "Yeah I killed him once, and I'll do it again," He slurred.
Connor yelped as a shot rang out, pulling his legs close just barely quick enough, cringing at the knick in his leg. He looked up at Jon, terrified and submissive.
He'd never trusted Death much, but for once wanted to beg him to let Jon go, that he really would.
"D-"
A gasp passed his lips at the echoing crack, the pain in his chest and the flower of blood that began to flow. He gazed at Jon, stunned.
A mangled cry finally bubbled past his lips and he got sick, clutching at his bleeding torso with a wheezing breath. He fumbled with the phone and dialed Marc, didn't say a thing. But when he looked up, Jon had ducked past Deacon and was stumbling down the stairs.