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 pressed a warm kiss to Cyrus's cheek before he cuddled into the other, humming in satisfaction. "Thank you Cy. You give me all sorts of hope and I want you to know that."

"Of course, love. I just hope I can follow through, " Cyrus replied, "I want you to have more than hope. Hope is a temporary fix for problems, but it does help you push through them better."

"I've never really had hope like this. I kinda like it. But if there's something more than it then I want that. As selfish as that may sound, I wan't it all… I want to stay with you and be happy." His fingers paused for a moment in Cyrus's hair, a smile growing on his face.
"Even if it's just for a small moment, Cy, I really do enjoy being with you."

"You deserve the whole world, Marcus," Cyrus said, "I know you've probably been gaslighted into thinking wanting some of the most basic human needs is a selfish thing, but it's not. You are deserving of love and happiness."
He kept stroking through his hair, trying to distract himself from the strange thoughts that hounded him. There was lingering fear, but also anger and a sense of… bloodlust? Yet, love and affection drowned them out a bit.

“It’s nice hearing that.” He admitted, rubbing soft circles into Cyrus’s arms and sighing happily.
“You deserve it too, you know. And I’m going to shower you with as much love as I can.”

"Thanks, love," Cyrus said softly.
He shifted a bit.
"I might turn in for the night early, though, if that's fine with you. I'm just really stressed and tired. There's so much going on…"

"May I join you?" He asked quietly, chewing on his lip as he glanced up at the other. "If not, that's okay. I understand if you need a moment to yourself. It happens, you know? And I am pretty clingy. You just… give me so much positive attention and I like it…" He blushed lightly, looking away.

"Of course," Cyrus replied, "I think I sleep just a little better knowing you're there with me."
He rubbed his eyes.
"It's not that I don't want to spend more time with you, or that I need time to myself. I'm just exhausted. I really could use some rest."

Marcus hummed softly, scooping Cyrus up into his arms. "Come on then, lets go." He murmured, carrying Cyrus to the bedroom and placing him down on the bed.
"I understand that, love. Now, get some rest, you look tired." He murmured, pressing a soft kiss to Cyrus's forehead as he climbed into the bed.

Cyrus managed a little smile.
"Thanks. I love you."
He paused a bit.
"I like it when you take care of me. You're just the right amount of nurturing."
His eyes began to look a bit heavy.

"I love you too, Cy." He wrapped the other in the blankets, smiling brightly at him and planting a soft kiss on his nose.
"Then I'll take care of you more often. I like taking care of you. I'm a bit domestic, if you haven't noticed. I actually really love being a house husband." He giggled softly, pressing more soft kisses across Cyrus's face.
"Sleep, love~"

Cyrus slowly drifted off, soothed by Marcus' presence. He was very lucky to be able to temporarily forget about what he had to do tomorrow.

Marcus cooed soft and loving phrases at Cy clear up until he slept. He was half gone himself when he realized the other was asleep, his eyes closing softly.
“I love you my Cy…” he purred, drifting off himself.

Cyrus miraculously slept through the whole night. He smiled a bit when he looked over, to see Marcus dozing next to him. A few small streams of sunshine made their way through the window, casting a soft glow on the floor.
We'll be free soon. I swear it.

Marcus slept quite well though he didn’t wake with Cyrus.
In fact it took him almost twenty minutes after Cyrus to wake up, stretching out his limbs and groaning.
He blinked open his eyes blearily, taking in the soft of his boyfriend laying next to him. He grinned sleepily, the action nearly making his eyes close again.
“Mmph, good mornin’”

"Good morning," Cyrus replied, brushing a strand of Marcus' hair from his face.
"How're you feeling?"

His eyes slipped closed at the attention, a soft hum leaving his sleepy lips.
“Sleepy, but good.”
Marcus leaned forwards, stealing a quick kiss with a soft laugh.
“How are you?”

"A bit better, I think," he said.
Maybe he wasn't as anxious now. But he felt a weird hollowness sitting in his chest. He was in a stage of empty, burning anger towards his father. If anything, he was just antsy thinking about tonight.
"I slept well."

“Mm that’s good.” Replied the small gang member, none-the-wiser to Cyrus’s apparent bloodlust.
Or at least if he had noticed it he hadn’t said anything or hinted towards it.
“Take it easy today… up until it happens.” He murmured, nodding softly.

"Of course," Cyrus replied, "I'd hate to do anything stupid, or worry too much and squander my one chance."
He rubbed Marcus' arm gently.

“Thank you. Be safe. I’m expecting you home so I can make you a good dinner or lunch or whatever for when you get home.” Marcus leaned into Cyrus’s touch, nuzzling the other softly.
“Everything will be alright.”

Cyrus nodded.
"I didn't intend anything else, you know. I'll be back. It'll be tonight though."
He brushed back his hair a bit.
"Can you be on call for me, though? In case anything bad happens?"

Marcus stole away Cyrus’s face for yet another quick kiss, offering a comforting smile.
“Of course. You can call me at anytime. I’ll make sure to be there quickly for you. If all else fails, we still have fire… arson and the likes. I’m actually really good at it… which isn’t something to be proud of.”

"I doubt it'll come to that, but thanks," Cyrus replied.
He leaned in and kissed the other's lips a bit harder.

Marcus nodded his understanding, smiling warmly at Cyrus.
When their lips met in the harder kiss, Marcus sighed happily, pulling the other a little closer to continue it.
He loved the kisses Cyrus gave him.

Cyrus was a bit rougher than usual. Perhaps is didn't faze Marcus, considering what he was used to, but it was definitely different coming from Cyrus. He pressed his chest up against Marcus', and he lightly bit on Marcus' lip. His hands squeezed over where they were placed over the other's arm and shoulder.

Marcus let out a soft whimper, clutching Cyrus’s clothes. He let the other take over, letting out soft sighs and slight groans as the other grew a little rougher than usual.
It was strange but Marcus really was used to it.

Cyrus' mind wandered back.
"Shit, did I hurt you?" he asked, his voice laced with something like surprise.
"Sorry, I'm… tense…" he admitted.

Marcus took a moment to catch his breath, bringing his fingers to his lips and shaking his head gently.
“N-no! You didn’t hurt me at all Cy, I was just taken off guard is all.” He studied the other’s face for a bit, biting his lip.
“If you’re tense you can use me to blow off some steam. I wouldn’t mind at all.”

"I just don't want to be like… him…" Cyrus muttered, "Just- just let me know if I need to ease up, okay?"
He took a deep breath, then let out a heavy sigh.