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 nuzzled Cyrus gently, rubbing soft circles into the other’s arm.
“I love you too, Cy. I’ll be here for you until the day I’m unable to.” He murmured, kissing the other’s neck softly.

"Good," he replied, "I don't know what I would do without you at this point."
Cyrus sighed and leaned into Marcus.
"God, I feel strange. I just can't seem to like- ground myself, if that makes any sense."

Marcus chuckled softly and offered a warm smile. “Well for one you wouldn’t be cuddling.” He joked, pulling away slightly to see Cyrus’s face.
“It makes sense. Would doing something help you? A distraction? We could even just go for a walk.”

"I… don't know," Cyrus admitted, "Not a walk, though…"
He glanced at Marcus' leg that he'd just stitched up a couple of nights ago.
"Maybe some coffee first, and we can decide how to spend today."

Marcus's eyes followed Cyrus's gaze to his leg. He shifted in discomfort and moved his leg a little to try and hide it. A walk might not have been a good idea. He had completely forgotten about his leg.
"Coffee sounds good." He admitted, nodding his head along with his words. "I can go start it if you'd like me to."

"Yes, please," Cyrus said softly, "I would… I just want to spend a quiet day with you, if I can. Any more action would be too much, you know?"

“I don’t mind a quiet day. I’d love to have one with you. I’ll be right back, okay?” He gently pulled away from Cyrus, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead as he did.
“I’ll go start the coffee.”

"Y-yeah, thank you," Cyrus whispered.
He gave a slight smile.
"I love you a lot."

Marcus smiled back, ruffling Cyrus’s hair. “I lot you a lot too.” He hummed. Once he had slid on his boxers he slowly slipped out of the room to start the coffee.
He sighed deeply as he turned on the coffee maker, leaning against the counter next to it and watching as the dark liquid dripped into the coffee pot.
He shivered lightly at the sound, reminded of one particular time Marx had been a little too sadistic.

”Now now, Marcy~” The voice didn’t interrupt the constant dripping somewhere to his right. Marcus pulled against the chains binding his wrists to the pole above him. He was on his back, stark naked, chained, and blindfolded.
”If you hadn’t been so bad you wouldn’t be here. No one leaves me and gets away with it.” A rough hand palmed over his abdomen, making him writhe away from the touch. He was met with a cool metal against his cheek and instantly stopped; there was no mistaking the gun held against his face, it was his own.
”Good boy,” Crooned Marx.”

Marcus was thrown out of the memory when the coffee machine beeped, signaling its end. He stared at it, paled and shivering until he composed himself enough to pull two mugs from the cupboard and prepare both him and Cy coffee.

When he returned to Cyrus he had stopped shaking but his face was still paled.
“Here you go, Cy.”

"Thank you," Cyrus replied, "Come her- Hey, are you okay? You look sick. What's the matter?"
He reached out a hand towards Marcus.

“I’m fine.” Marcus murmured, setting his cup on the nightstand and crawling into the bed to curl up with Cyrus. “Just a bad memory is all.”

"Do you wanna talk about it?" Cyrus asked, "Or would you prefer to stay distracted?"
He took one hand off his mug and ran a hand through Marcus' hair.

“Not now. Maybe another day when we’re not so stressed.” Marcus leaned into the touch and sighed deeply. “I think we’re both stressed and scared. It’s bringing up bad memories of Marx.”

"Right…" Cyrus said softly.
I did that, didn't I?
He took a sip of his coffee then leaned his head onto Marcus' shoulder.

Marcus hummed softly, kissing Cyrus's head softly and closing his eyes. "You're warm, you know. And you smell good… I love cuddling with you."

"I'm glad," Cyrus said, "You smell pretty nice yourself. And you're so soft…"
But why can't I ground myself again?
"Anything else I can do to help you feel better?"

“Just stay here for a bit, okay? With me.” He rubbed Cyrus’s back in slow, smooth circles, cuddling more up against the other.
“And thank you… I didn’t know i was soft…” he admitted, the tips of his ears growing pink.

"Yeah, of course," Cyrus said, nuzzling into Marcus.
"I love you so, so much."

Marcus smiled and laughed, ruffling Cyrus's hair as he nuzzled into him.
"I love you so much more." He teased, littering a soft line of kisses across Cyrus's head. "My love, my life. I feel like I need to quote some romantic poetry or some of that kind of stuff." He mused, closing his eyes and drinking in the warmth of the other. "But I do love you too. So much."

"I'm not really one for romantic poetry, but I suppose," Cyrus replied, "I dunno, I just wish I could show you what you mean to me more than anything."
He shrugged, then shifted his train of thought back to his dad. Cyrus frowned a bit.

"You already do show me, Cy." He reassured, adding in a smile to add to it. Marcus shifted a little bit before he pulled a blanket over to them, biting his tongue as he attempted to pull it over them.

Cyrus helped Marcus adjust the blanket.
"I do try," he said.
He grew quiet for a bit.
"What are you doing tonight? I'm worried I'll come back an emotional wreck, and I need to know if it's okay to come back at all yet, or if I should just stay at my own place until further notice. And besides, I might need some comfort."

“And I appreciate it a lot.” Came the loving response. It was true, Marcus really did appreciate Cyrus showing his love. It made Marcus feel… well, loved. He didn’t feel that way often.
He brought a hand up to cup Cyrus’s face, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. “You can always come back here, okay? If you don’t want to then I can come to you. I’m here to help and comfort you, Cy.” He purred with each word, a sound that he gained through loving Cy. In a way it was proof that he felt so much better around the other; proof that he didn’t feel afraid or broken or hurt.

Cyrus gave a short nod.
"Okay, I've gotcha," he said.
He closed his eyes and gave a soft exhale.
"I think I'm ready," he muttered, "Now I just have to wait."

"It'll be okay." Marcus reassured quietly, biting his lip as he thought over all that was to come.
Was it a good idea to kill off Marx as well? Cyrus's father had to go for sure, Marcus wouldn't allow Cyrus to be hurt anymore by that man.
But maybe Marx would leave Marcus alone if he stood up to him.
Either that or he'd be locked back down in the basement and tortured again.
He wasn't looking to ever go back down there.
It was always dark and musty and smelled of blood and sex. It was Marx's own little torture chamber for those who disobeyed or went against him.
That included his toys and they got a different method of torture. Less of a slow killing and more of a sexual hell.

Cyrus shrugged. "Yeah, I guess. I wish I could just… sleep until it's time, but I'm far too high-strung."
He shook his head.
"I guess… I want to fast-forward, is what it is."

“I understand Cy. I wish we could fast forward it all too… I don’t like how anxious it all feels…” he admitted, nuzzling into Cy and sighing deeply.

(Any other events before the assassination?)
"Yeah," he agreed halfheartedly.
Anxious was the wrong word for what he was feeling right now, but he wasn't about to openly disagree. Not when he couldn't put actual words to it anyway.

(Nope! I have something planned for after it tho, regarding Marx’s assassination and Marcus)

Marcus shifted in Cyrus’s arms, cupping the other’s face and placing a gentle kiss to his lips. “Thank you for being here with me and letting me help.” He murmured softly, kissing Cy again.

(Same, I have something of a scene planned for it, but that's all.)
Cyrus gave a soft nod as he kissed Marcus back.
"Why wouldn't I?" he said.
He looked down at his lap a bit, thinking to himself.