forum All Is Hell That Ends With ‘Fair’(Closed ~ One-on-One ~ Rated a possible M)

Started March 12, 2020 by @Toxic_Persephone group

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Marcus took the soap with a smile, running his fingers across Cyrus’s body. “I love you~ would you like some help cleaning up more?” He asked warmly, kissing Cyrus gently.

"No, that's okay," Cyrus replied, "I didn't need help. I just thought it would feel nice."
He returned the kiss, warmth flooding to his cheeks.
"I love you so much."

“It did feel nice. Which is why I’m offering.” He teased, smiling at the other.
“I love you more, you’re super cute, you know.” Marcus gently took Cyrus’s hand, intertwining their fingers.

"I'm not cute, I'm a gang member," Cyrus giggled, squeezing Marcus' hand.
He kissed Marcus and went back to washing his body clean of the sweat and dirt that had accumulated over the past couple of days.

“Now that was just repeating what i say” he mused, closing his eyes and letting the water wash over his body.

Marcus always took long showers. They left him feeling warm and comforted. He could spend hours just standing in the stream if he could.

"Exactly," Cyrus teased, "And doesn't it sound unrealistic?"
He shook his head a little bit to get rid of some of the excess water.

Marcus huffed, folding his arms and giving Cyrus a playful glare. "Okay maybe just a little. But you can't pull that on me. That was dirty." He watched Cyrus for a moment, admiring his features. "No wonder I feel for you. You're snarky."

"Hey!" Cyrus cried in mock hurt, "It's not that dirty! That's just what you sound like!"
He laughed.
"But then again, if that's one of the things you like about me, who am I to protest?"
He brushed a hand up against Marcus' shoulder.

“Mhm, exactly.” He replied, stealing a kiss and grinning at the other.
“I really like you, you know. Every part of you.” He wrapped his arms around Cyrus’s waist and pulled him closer.

Cyrus' eyes lit up. "I really like you too, Marcus. Everything about you."
He leaned into Marcus' grasp.

Marcus smiled.
He sighed softly and let the other’s warmth add to the comfort of the shower.
“What should we do after this?”

“Maybe eat something?” he suggested, “Eating just kind of slipped my mind today.”
Cyrus ran a hand through his hair to help wring out the water.

“Oh. That’s right. I forgot you had to eat to survive.” He giggled softly and once again let the warm water wash down his face.

"It's pretty important," Cyrus agreed, "But I was damn near too nervous to have kept anything down before now. Not to mention how busy I've been. What've you got around here that we can cook?"

“A lot of pasta.” Marcus blushed lightly, laughing at himself. “I don’t eat much. I have pasta and ramen. And some soup.”

"I'd love to start cooking for you more," Cyrus said, "It feels good to be able to cook for people you love, and… it's been a while."
He kissed Marcus again and stepped onto the bathmat.

“Now that is something I won’t say no to. We should go to the grocery store soon, get something other than my awful diet of mostly alcohol, nicotine, and pasta.” Marcus laughed again, making sure the shower was completely off before he stepped out after Cyrus, grinning as he stole another kiss.

"Yeah, that'd be great," Cyrus replied, laughing to himself at the soft tingle that his kiss left behind.
He grabbed two towels and handed one to Marcus, then began to dry off, starting with his thick, curly hair.

Marcus wrapped the towel around himself, closing his eyes and yawning “What’s your favorite thing to make?” He questioned casually, opening his eyes.

"I don't know," Cyrus said with a shrug, "I do a lot of Italian cooking because that's what my mother taught me. It's really all I feel like I have left of her. I also have a soft spot for baking sweets."

Marcus nodded gently, falling silent as he led the other back into the bedroom. “Was your mom a good cook?” He asked quietly, looking up at the other sadly.

"Yeah," Cyrus replied, looking away a bit, "She claimed she didn't even compare to the rest of her family, but… I swear to god you could taste the love."
He chuckled a little bit to himself.

“I bet she was amazing, Cyrus. I’m sorry you lost her.” He murmured gently, taking Cyrus’s hand in his. “I love you, Cyrus.”

“I love you too,” Cyrus murmured, “I… I don’t know… We don’t even know she’s dead for sure. She disappeared. But I lost her just the same.”

Marcus gently linked their fingers, leading Cyrus to the couch. He sat them both down and gently hugged the other.

“She might have just escaped. Maybe your fath- That man is threatening her by saying he’ll kill you if she comes near him…?” Marcus murmured slowly, afraid he’d offend Cyrus or hit a wrong note that caught the other in a bad mood.

He hesitated for a moment. “My mother’s gone too. Leukemia killed her. Th-the costs of my pain meds and physical therapy was too much… we couldn’t afford treatment for her. She didn’t tell us about her condition until she was hospitalized for it. When she died my brother and father blamed me and my bum leg.” He gestured to his malformed leg, the lower shin curving at a strange angle.

“I know what it’s like losing a mother. If there is any chance your mother is alive then I’m going to help you through it all. I won’t stop you. I’ll join you.”

“Sorry,” Cyrus said, resting a hand on Marcus’ head, “Just know that none of it was your fault. There’s no way. Cancer’s a bitch.”
He shifted a bit. “But no, it’s not like that. At least not as far as I know. She was being abused, and much worse than I ever was. I may have to go through being hit and berated, but at least I was never faced with sexual abuse. That alone would’ve been enough to make her leave if the opportunity arose. But she didn’t really pack any of her things, so… she might just be dead. He harbored all that anger and violence towards her. He could’ve snapped, or even just taken it a little too far. I don’t know if it’s worth looking for her. I-I… don’t want to be disappointed and have to grieve all over again.”

Marcus nodded gently. He’d heard those words before and yet they rang more true when Cyrus was the one speaking them.

He tensed at the mention of sexual abuse, his hands tightening into fists around Cyrus’s shirt. He had a first hand account of how awful sexual abuse could be. “God… that’s awful…“ he murmured, squeezing his eyes shut. “You don’t have to look… it might be better this way. For you.”

“Yeah. I figure if the old man dies and she catches word, she’d come back. But she’d come back to hear one of her kids is dead, one followed in her father’s footsteps, and/ well… you know what? I guess I’m doing pretty okay in comparison.”
Cyrus leaned into Marcus, nuzzling up against his cheek.

"You're doing very well in comparison. You're a good guy, Cyrus. A really good guy." Marcus wrapped an arm around the other's shoulders, hugging him close. "I really wish I could take away your pain and give you a good life… I want more than anything to let you have a normal life." He whispered softly. "Why don't we just run away…? We can take your friend with us so he's safe…"

“You’ve already done a lot,” Cyrus replied, “You have given me a better life than I have experienced in a long time, my love.”
He let out a soft sigh near the other’s ear.
“I don’t know how viable running away is. I-I know other people will still suffer.”