[OPEN] Like father like son.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey smirked, meeting the kiss and taking another bite of ice cream before curling up close to him. She laughed sheepishly at his comment. "I'll have my fangirl moment when my mom gets here," She insisted, leaning in to steal another kiss. She seat her half empty bowl aside, pulling her legs onto the couch and hugging him tight. "Love you.."

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

Britt smiled, kissing her gently. He hugged her close to him, gently running his hand up and down her side. "Love you too, baby." He breathed, kissing her neck softly before he turned his attention to the TV. He gently ran his hand through her hair, his other hand trailing slowly up and down her leg for no real reason. He chewed on his lip ring for a second before he yawned. "Your mom doesn't still despise me, does she? I mean, we haven't had sex with her home. Yet.." He bit his lip to hide the smirk on his face.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey laughed. "No, she doesn't despise you. Yet," She wrinkled her nose. "In fact, 'you're a very respectful young man'," She mimicked perfectly, then covered her nose and mouth so she wouldn't snort. She kissed his shoulder gently. "So, kudos to you." Leaning up for a gentle kiss, she smiled and touched his chest, focused on the beat of his heart, rise and fall of his chest.
'You thought you ruined me, Satan,' She thought. 'But somebody like him is all I ever dreamed of.'

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

He snorted instead, shaking his head. "Yeah, said no woman ever." He said with a chuckle. He couldn't see how he was respectable; he worked at a tattoo parlor, had killed his entire family, and sold his soul. Sure, he was raising a baby that wasn't his, but that didn't make him a saint in the least.

He pulled her close, kissing her slowly before he pulled away. He got a sharp pain in his chest and coughed into his arm, the room going dizzy for a moment before it finally came back into focus again. "Well, then I guess I shouldn't do this, then, huh?" He asked, sitting her bowl on the floor before he pressed her gently to the couch.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey laughed. "She did, I'm serious," She insisted, smiling at him. She watched him cough, huffed when he pressed her to the couch. "Mm, maybe not," She teased, but didn't dare push him away. She kissed over his jaw gently, fingers dancing up his back slowly.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

He smiled, slowly slipping his fingers up her shirt. "But you and I both know I don't li-" He gagged as he was hauled backwards, only aware of the fact that he didn't need to kick Zoey, especially in the stomach, and that something was wrapped around his neck.

"And as for you." That familiar voice said, but Britt was finding it harder and harder to breathe, and harder to fight back. "If you dare move from the couch, you're gonna go into labor a few months early, princess."

Britt took in a shallow breath, trying to arch against the couch and get whatever was around his neck out of the way. "Now be a good girl.." He said as Britt finally passed out, and he started to tie his wrists. "And go tell Tony I need him."

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

"BRITT!" Zoey cried, shrinking back against the couch. She glared up at Jason, tears falling down her cheeks as Britton fell unconscious, her heart racing. She kept her arms around her stomach, called Tony. She could hear his phone ringing upstairs.
"Hello?"
"Get down here.." She hung up, texting him to drain the tub, tell the kids to be quiet and lock them in the room. After the message sent, she deleted it with shaking hands, pocketed her phone. "Britton.." She whimpered, reaching out.
Tony came down the stairs, froze as he spotted Jason. Or Nixon. Whatever his name was now.

[nixon dimitri allen]

"You really are a stupid bitch, aren't you?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. He smiled that charming smile of his at Tony, beaconing him over with a finger. "I heard your boy toy has some new little puppies in the family, doesn't he?" He ran his fingers through Britt's hair before he glanced back at Zoey. "I'll just cut to the chase. Tell me where the red headed heathen is and I won't kill your baby daddy. And I won't bend your brother over the coffee table." He felt along Britt's legs until he found his pocket knife, flicking it open.

"Because I'm sure he wants to see that little brat of his grow up. Where is she?"

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

"His?! You fucking raped me! Again!" She bit her lip, torn. Tony eyed her with a steady gaze, clearly telling her to shut up. She didn't want to listen.

"She already went home," Tony breathed, voice wavering as he stepped closer. "You just missed her, they just got back from dropping her off.." He swallowed. "Leave Britt.. Leave the puppies, and leave Zoey alone..please.." He whispered hoarsely.

"Ton-"

But he held up a hand. She closed her eyes, crying softly.

"I-...you can do whatever to me.." He choked. "Just leave them alone.." He couldn't die, no. But he knew Nixon could torture him to the point that he would want to. He refused to have them hurt, though.

[nixon dimitri allen]

"You never got pregnant for me before, did you?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. But he didn't offer her any more. If she couldn't figure it out on her own, he sure wasn't going to give it to her.

"See.. I'd love to do what I want to you, Tony baby." He breathed, smirking over at him. But his hand remained in Britt's hair. "But the problem is your boyfriend is really big. Like.. massively big. In more ways than one." He tapped the blade of the knife against his leg. "And the three of you here think I'm stupid. You all take me for being ignorant. But if you're waiting on me, you're going backwards. Because I know that bitch is in this house. And sooner or later, she's going to get hungry. Or cold. Or bored. Or grumpy. And she's going to start making noise. So you have one of two options. You can go and get her, and bring her to me. Or I'm going to /cut/ that bastard out of your sister, I'm going to gut her boyfriend, and then I'm going to shove a knife in your eye and go searching for her myself. Don't play games with me, Tony. I'm not stupid. I'm crazy."