Chattering Monkeys

Dark · Joined: 19 Apr 2007 Posts: 261

“No thanks, Alex.”

The brunette glared at him, eyes as blue as the ocean and olive skin. If Marcus was straight, he probably would have found her very attractive…

Alexis Rafael was his agent and close friend. She had all the patience in the world for his glamorous ways and always found jobs that accommodated him. He listened to her more than most people and would do most of the things she told him. This, however, was a no.

“You know I’ll ‘kiss’ girls on a set, I’ll hug them or lie on top of them since its” he did air quotes, “‘Pretend’. But I am NOT going to have sex with one. No thanks.”

“It’s NOT sex” she insisted, frustrated, “They just need your lower body.”

“Why am I doing porn again?” he rolled his eyes.

“It’s NOT porn…at least, in Europe it isn’t” she sighed.

“Stupid Europe.”

She sighed, rolling her eyes as well, “Fine, forget that one. I’m sure they’ll find someone with a nice…that area of the body.”

Marcus grinned smugly at her, “Alex, you’ll find no one with a nicer…that area of the body, as me.”

She smirked at him, raising an eyebrow and his eyes narrowed, still grinning, “Wanna see?”

She snickered, “I’ll have to pass…I’m not in a laughing mood.”

Marcus gawked at her, “LAUGHING mood?!”

She giggled and winked, blowing him a kiss before sauntering back to her desk. Marcus glared at her. Damn, his manhood had been insulted and he couldn’t do a thing about it in good conscience…

Propping her legs up on her desk, she sighed, “More pressing issues though…some guy called while you were away and demanded that you pay for his ‘emotional damages’.”

He glared at her, still angry about the slight, before snorting, “Huh…can I call someone to take care of mine?”

“No…”

“Then tell him to get screwed.”

Alexis smirked, scribbling down on a piece of paper, “How about…you have no proof I caused emotional damages?”

“I like mine more.”

“I bet you do…”

“…Seriously, do you wanna see it?”

“Marcus!”

“Ms. Rafael” peeked in a secretary, “You have a call on line 3.”

“Thanks” sighed Alexis, exasperated.

Marcus rolled his eyes and stared at the clock, “So I’m guessing you don’t have any shoots for me to do.”

“You have a free week this week. Next two weeks, you’re jam packed” she reported, picking up the phone.

“Okay…then I’m gonna go have some fun” he grinned, standing up to leave.

Alexis rolled her eyes, “Don’t have TOO much fun.”

“…C’mon, a little pe-”

“Finish that sentence and I’ll kill you, Marcus” she glared at him, holding the phone to her ear.

He held his hands up in defeat and let himself out, climbing into his Lamborghini. Returning home and wrestling with his alarm for about an hour, he was ready for a nap.
Sighing, he lied down in bed and drifted off…

High school was a miserable time…Marcus wasn’t really sure why he went when his father didn’t enforce it at all. He could just say, ‘I don’t like the color of the paint on the walls’ and he wouldn’t have to go. But he went…he was a good boy. Ha…

One day, though, he was dressing in gym after taking a shower. Scowling, he glanced behind him.

“Tiffany, are those grass stains coming out?!”

“No it’s not, idiot. I TOLD you not to skid in the grass, didn’t I?” she called back, hiding behind the lockers.

“Ugh, just keep trying.”

She didn’t comment and he sighed, scrubbing his hair. He frowned when the door opened from the other side facing away from Tiffany. Grunting, he was about to tell whoever that the locker was occupied…

Until a huge group of guys entered, looking around.

Marcus frowned and grabbed his towel, wrapping it around his slender hips, about to back out towards Tiffany…but they saw him and smirked.

“I told you that wasn’t a girl’s voice” muttered one.

Marcus scowled. He didn’t sound like a girl at all and he didn’t feel pleased that they thought he did…

Wait…Tiffany.

Another guy laughed and walked towards Marcus, grinning, “Maybe it’s him.”

“Oh really…?”

Marcus backed up against the wall, stunned, “L…leave me alone.”

He wasn’t sure why he felt intimidated…he could hold his own. No one messed with him so why was he shaking…?

“Hmm, maybe not” shrugged another, after hearing him.

“Still…awfully pretty for a guy…” said another, snorting.

They laughed and Marcus lowered his chin, trembling. They grabbed his bare arms and slung him forward into the wall of the shower. He screamed in horror, flashbacks of the past flooding his mind. They laughed though, groping and hitting him as he just sobbed and cried.

He could beat them…he could kill them. They’d never do this to anyone ever again but…

He was scared…

“Son of a--!”

Marcus looked up, stunned, his face dampened with horrified tears. What…? The guy that had thrown him against the wall was lied out on the floor, his nose bleeding. All the guys had backed away from Marcus and stared to the attacker.

Tiffany.

Leaning coquettishly on her cane, she had a wicked smile on her face…Marcus probably was the only one who could tell she was angry.

“My…messing with someone in the shower. You must feel big” she smirked.

“W-whatever, bitch, just--” started one.

She wheeled the cane around her head and struck him hard in the side of the face, threw it to her other hand and thrashed him in the bends of his kneecaps. He screamed and fell, whimpering from pain.

“Don’t…and I mean, don’t call me a bitch” she said shortly.

Everyone backed away, startled, before they growled, helping their fallen comrades up.

“You won’t get away with this! We’ll kill you and the ‘girl’! Don’t sleep at night!” snapped one.

Tiffany actually threw the cane at him, striking him in the side of the head, snapping, very irritated, “Get bent!”

They ran off and she grunted, limping heavily over to her cane, nearly tripping but managing to get it before doing so. Sighing, she glanced back at Marcus who was braced against the wall, his eyes wide. Sliding down the tile surface, he whimpered and hugged his knees. Tiffany slowly walked towards him and slid down beside him, kissing his cheek comfortingly.

“It’s alright, sweetie, they’re gone” she soothed.

“But you heard them…” he whispered.

“They’re just talking s**t, ignore them” she scowled.

“But they could--” he protested.

“I wish they would” said Tiffany haughtily.

Tiffany wouldn’t worry about that type of thing, not ever. But that was Tiffany…threats like that would probably scare Marcus forever. He hated it…it made him weak…but from that point on, he couldn’t sleep alone. He remembered wandering into his parent’s room at 16 and 17 years old, climbing into bed, Vincent grunting and demanding what the hell was going on. It was embarrassing, but at the same time, he couldn’t sleep…

Gasping, he sat up, his face covered in sweat. Grimacing, he whined and hugged himself, staring around the dark loft. Night had fallen and he was all alone in here, with the shadows of memories that would haunt him eternally. Swallowing hard, he stood and wandered into his kitchen, making sure to turn on every light. He picked up his cell and called Alex’s number. She usually came over and they pulled all-nighters…

“Hello?” she said, sounding preoccupied.

“Hey, uh…whatcha up to?” he asked, hoping he didn’t sound as stupid as he thought he did.

“Oh, I’m going out to dinner with Da--”

“Is that really important?” he questioned, feeling upset.

“Are you okay?” she asked, concerned, “You sound freaked out.”

“I…uh, nevermind. I’m sorry to interrupt your plans” he mumbled bitterly, hanging up.

She called him back almost immediately but he ignored it. Never failed…when he needed someone, they always had better things to do. He lifted his wallet, planning to go pick someone up, when a card fell from it…

Ethen Cawldor.

Staring at the small piece of paper, he smiled a little, taking his cell phone and calling him.

“This is the Cawldor residence” said a rather dead kind of voice.

“Uh…yea….is Ethen there?”

“One moment…”

Marcus raised an eyebrow but before long, a voice answered, sounding solemn and serious, “Ethen Cawldor.”

“Hi…this is Marcus…we met at the Sir Mahj in Adajia…I was wondering if maybe we could have dinner?”

Marcus moaned, forcing his hand’s against the elf’s chest, trying to get him away. Ethen was ridiculously forceful… his long blond hair veiled around Marcus, his lips soft yet cold and demanding. Marcus whimpered, pulling away. Ethen forced back though, pushing his tongue between Marcus’s swollen lips. Okay…this was not how Marcus wanted things to be.

They’d gone to dinner and the man had seemed charming enough. Marcus had suggested going back to his place and he’d agreed pretty easily. Thing was, he was a total dominator and Marcus liked being in control. Groaning loudly, he shoved Ethen off of him, frustrated. He was good, but this was violating Marcus’s rules: He was not used.

Ethen glowered at him as he stood, pulling on his pants, “What are you doing?”

“Well, it’s been a blast, but I SHOULD be going.”

Ethen stood, still naked, and grabbed Marcus’s wrist, pulling him back against him hard. Marcus glowered back at him but kept himself from slapping the elf. He was overstepping his boundaries.

“Who said I was done?” he whispered hotly in Marcus’s ear.

“I did” said Marcus dryly, shoving backwards.

Glowering at the floor to find his shoes, he heard the elfin man growl, “So you are the whore your reputation makes you out to be. That’ll have to be fixed.”

Marcus paused and glowered back at him, “What…?”

Ethen just stared and Marcus gritted his teeth, angry, “I do WHAT I want, when I want! I don’t have to spend a damn second longer on anyone unless I WANT to. So whatever’s going through your mind, forget it. I’m not tied down so there’s nothing to fix. I’m sorry I came…”

Stalking from the house, he thought he heard Ethen’s cold demeanor break and cause him to curse him out somewhere in the background but it didn’t matter. Marcus was furious…how dare he think he could control HIM? Marcus McCue…he could BUY that bastard.

Yelling at the alarm of his apartment, not in the mood to wrestle with it, it finally complied and allowed him in…however…

Alexis was sitting on the couch, frowning heavily, looking at her cell phone. He pulled his silently out of his pocket and saw she’d called him six times. He grunted and slammed the door behind him.

“Why is it that everyone can get in here except me?”

She jumped and leapt to her feet, glowering at him, “MARCUS, I was freakin’ worried about you! Where have you been?”

“Out” he said, walking towards his alcohol cabinet.

“Out. Out…you called me, got me worried, and you’ve just been out” she mumbled.

“I thought you had something to do” he said, mixing himself a shot of rum and vodka.

“I CANCELLED for you!” she snapped, snatching the shot from him, “If you don’t need anything--”

“Whatever, Alex! I got played by some damn dominator bastard trying to own me! I could’ve avoided it!”

She took the shot and grunted, wiping her lips, “Don’t you dare blame this on me. I CANCELLED for you…”

“Thanks, you’re a saint” he said dryly.

She glared at him and turned, stalking towards the door, “Forget it. I’m sorry I ever worry about you or anything.”

He groaned and grabbed her arm, pulling her back towards him. She crossed her arms and glowered as he cocked a brow before sighing, “Look, Alex…”

She glared a moment longer before sighing, “It cant be helped…are you all right?”

“I’m all right” he mumbled, mixing himself another shot.

“So who’s the dominator bastard?” she questioned, taking a bottle of Bacardi out of his cabinet and sitting on the couch.

“Ethen Cawldor…”

Alexis paused opening the bottle and stared at him as he took the shot, taking the rum and setting it on the coffee table to sit next to her. After a moment, he stared back and glowered.

“What?”

“Ethen…CAWLDOR? You messed around with Ethen Cawldor?”

“Yeah, so?”

“MARCUS!” she shoved him harshly.

“What!”

“That is one of the top five business tycoons in the United States! You do NOT screw around with Ethen Cawldor” she groaned, burying her face in her hands.

He rolled his eyes, drinking some rum from the bottle, before snorting, “And what difference does it make? Not like he can crush my career unless he came out. Bet he’d lose all sorts of standings if people knew he slept with boys.”

She took the bottle from him, taking a long sip herself, before sighing, “Maybe you’re right, Marcus, but I’d rather your career not be put on the line because of something like this…you didn’t attack him, did you?”

“Psh, no. Just told him I don’t get tied down and no one can change me.”

“Sounds ‘non-sueable’ enough” she smirked.

He smirked as well, taking the bottle back, “Have some faith in me, jeez!”

“Marcus, I love you, but you’re one of the most unreliable people I know. You’re spontaneous and erratic as hell” she said bluntly, swigging the Bacardi.

He chuckled, “You know me, never a dull moment.”

“It’s kind of sad that you’re willing to spend your whole life alone though…” she sighed.

“Meh, I have you, Tiffany, and my family back home. I don’t need some random bastard to take advantage of me” he growled.

She sighed again and dropped her head on his shoulder, “I think…one day…you’re going to be swept off your feet and you won’t know what hit you.”

He glanced down at her before taking another long drink of rum, “Alex…if that day comes…I give you complete permission to kill me.”

A month or two passed, Ethen becoming a distant memory in Marcus’s mind. He had much bigger things to worry about…like…

…Well, maybe not. Alex worried for him.

“Dolce and Gabbana called” said Alexis over the car phone, “They want you to do some clothes modeling in Italy.”

“I thought I had to do something for Louis Vuitton…”

“That’s next month” she replied, “And they might have to reschedule that anyway. Next month is looking to be rained out.”

“Okay…I’ll call you after I nap” he yawned, “I have wrinkles and I hate driving my baby when I’m tired.”

She snickered, “All righty then…I’ll talk to you later.”

“Later.”

Clicking off, he climbed out of his car after parking and shuffled into the apartment complex. He glanced towards the mailboxes in rows downstairs…he hadn’t checked his mail in forever because usually Alexis covered all his bills. But he might’ve gotten something interesting. Wandering over, he fished in his pockets for keys to the box. Glancing to his side, his eyes caught.

A guy was opening his mailbox as well…Marcus had lived there for a while but he had never seen him before…but wow…

He was kind of hot.

He was a brunette, hair reaching down his neck and messily strewn across his green eyes. He was wearing a wrinkled blue flannel short sleeve shirt over a white tee and jeans. Looked very unlike someone who lived in this place, really…

But he looked up, his eyes momentarily meeting Marcus’s. He had a somber calm look, his eyes showing little. He looked away a second later though, closing his box and going towards the elevators.

Screw mail, Marcus thought, quickly shutting his mailbox and walking towards the elevators to follow. He had new prey…

He made if just in time to be in the elevator with the guy, though he was looking down at his mail, rather transfixed. Marcus shot him quick glances and meant to say something…but the guy’s floor came too quickly. Growling angrily, he did take note of the floor number. Whoever he was would not get away that easily.

“He looks yummy, Alex” sighed Marcus, daydreaming.

They walked along the busy streets, Alex buying something from a street vendor who looked at Marcus strangely. She walked away, handing Marcus some cocoa and half a pretzel.

“That’s it, get me flabby for my next photo shoot” he snorted, eating regardless.

“You know how many pretzels you’d have to eat to get fat?” she questioned sarcastically.

“This one, drizzled in salt and butter. It’s lucky you’re not obese” he teased, licking his fingers.

She stuck out her tongue, fixing her scarf as a strong breeze teased her hair, “So who’s yummy?”

“I don’t know! I see him all the time in my apartment building but every time I try to go up to him, he disappears!”

“You probably should be careful” she warned, “This one would live in your apartment.”

Marcus grinned, “I don’t know…I might actually take this one out of the chest more than once.”

“Ooh, he must be hot then.”

He gave her a look and she laughed, tossing her pretzel paper, “You know it’s true, Marcus.”

“I know it’s true but you don’t have to point it out” he pouted.

“I’m sorry…want another pretzel?”

She squealed as he chased after her, capturing her up by her waist and threatening to throw her in the trash can.

“Marcus! If I fall, I will kill you SO many times!” she cried, trying to struggle from his gasp.

He laughed and set her on her feet, grinning, unrepentant. She just smirked at him as they made their way back to the apartment. Alexis stopped outside and checked her cell before frowning and punching him lightly in the shoulder.

“I have to go.”

“No you don’t.”

“Yes I do.”

“If I say you don’t--”

She punched him a little harder and sighed, “I will call you later…go find your hottie.”

He simply grinned and turned around, going into the elevator. It was empty but stopped at the 2nd floor where all the gyms and pools and spas were…

Oh yea, it was the guy.

He walked in, wearing a shirt and track pants, obviously just finished working out. Marcus would not miss this opportunity this time.

“Hello” he greeted amiably.

The man looked up, leaning against the rail, and nodded rather slowly, “Hello…”

He had a nice voice, noted Marcus. “I haven’t seen you around the building before…new here?”

“…Yes…”

What a conversational fellow. “Cool…how do you like it?”

“Snobby and repressing.”

Woah. Marcus laughed slowly, “We’re not all that bad…”

“I beg to differ” he said indifferently, “Caught up in this world where you can throw money around like it’s nothing.”

Marcus scowled, not sure what this guy’s deal was…

“Might as well wear animal’s as clothing too, huh…” he said airily, exiting the elevator as he did so.

Marcus blinked in confusion before looking down…his coat was leather…Alexis said it was very becoming on him.

He glared up as the doors closed. Great.

“He what?” laughed Alex over the phone.

“Sounds like damn Captain Planet.”

“Now Marcus, I’m sure compared to you, we’re all Captain Planet.”

“No, this is completely different. This is a vegan, save the whales, money needs to be spent on anyone but yourself jackass.”

“Sounds right up your alley too” she said sarcastically.

“I know, like, seriously.”

“You should buy a mink hat and wear it around.”

He laughed, pouring himself some orange juice, “Alex, a mink hat pushes it, even for me.”

“Well, you can be like Daniel Boone and wear a raccoon hat.”

“…Your American history bothers me, I hope you know.”

“Don’t worry, your Uchirian history bothers me.”

He chuckled, sipping the drink before sighing, “What do I do? I mean, I want this guy, but I don’t want someone who’s so…dumb.”

Dark · Joined: 19 Apr 2007 Posts: 261

“He what?” laughed Alex over the phone.

“Sounds like damn Captain Planet.”

“Now Marcus, I’m sure compared to you, we’re all Captain Planet.”

“No, this is completely different. This is a vegan, save the whales, money needs to be spent on anyone but yourself jackass.”

“Sounds right up your alley too” she said sarcastically.

“I know, like, seriously.”

“You should buy a mink hat and wear it around.”

He laughed, pouring himself some orange juice, “Alex, a mink hat pushes it, even for me.”

“Well, you can be like Daniel Boone and wear a raccoon hat.”

“…Your American history bothers me, I hope you know.”

“Don’t worry, your Uchirian history bothers me.”

He chuckled, sipping the drink before sighing, “What do I do? I mean, I want this guy, but I don’t want someone who’s so…dumb.”

“Then leave him alone, I’d say.”

He opened his mouth but stopped when his doorbell rang. Walking over, he peeked out his peephole and grinned evilly.

“Well, well, well, look who’s here…”

“Captain Planet?”

“Captain Planet.”

“Careful that you’re not wearing something that was alive once, darling, he might spray paint you.”

“Oh heavens, dear, I might have to mount him on my wall if that happened.”

She laughed, “Answer the door, dummy. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Laters.”

Opening the door, he gave the man a pleasant smile though he looked very disgruntled.

“What’s wrong? Came to tell me I was a waste of space?”

He opened his mouth but stopped when he glanced at Marcus’s hand. Marcus scowled and looked down to see what he was looking at……his glass of orange juice?

“Look, I really don’t want to ask YOU this, but--”

“Then don’t” said Marcus evenly, starting to close the door.

“But I don’t know anyone else in the building…I…can I borrow that? I’m having a meeting and I seemed to have run out of juice somewhere along.”

“Have booze. That’s the best way to have a party.”

“We’re all vegetarians and we don’t promote drinking” he said evenly.

“So…no meat, no alcohol…why do you wake up in the morning?” Marcus questioned, raising his eyebrows.

The male looked irritated, “Never mind! I’ll just run to the 7-11 ten blocks away!”

“All right, all right, you can have my damn carton of orange juice, jeez. But I have to say, you and your ‘followers’ sound like a grade A bunch of losers.”

“You don’t care about the environment? Nature?’

“Not particularly.”

He rolled his eyes as Marcus handed him the carton, “Naturally…”

Marcus crossed his arms, “From what I understand, you all spout s**t about how killing animals is bad and doing anything is horrible and the money you earn doesn’t belong to you. If complaining helps, then I can do it without being bored out of my mind.”

The man smirked at him, “Is that all you think we do?”

“Pretty much.”

“Then you should come to this meeting” he sighed.

“Huh…sure…if that’s an invitation.”

“I trust you won’t start spouting propaganda…?”

“Who? Me?”

Marcus stared at the girls wearing all natural stuff and things they’d probably made themselves, the guys looking as if they hadn’t bathed in months. Was BATHING a crime against humanity? If so, a whole lot of people were guilty. They were complaining about the local fish market or something…they were fish. For every hundred they caught, another million would pop up and take their place and those million would have a million babies. It was nonsense.

He fought off snorting, having remained quiet for most of this meeting. He wished Alex or Tiffany was here. They could throw celery at these losers. Or even better, hot dogs. Man, he was evil…

“He hasn’t said much” said a rather ugly girl snidely, referring to Marcus.

They all turned to him and Marcus had trouble staving off grinning. He pulled an innocent look, blinking cutely.

“I was just so enthralled with these conversations.” Full of crap.

“Do you have any questions?” asked Captain Planet quickly, probably scared of what Marcus might say next.

“Actually, yes…how do you feel about the legalization of marijuana?”

And, naturally, they went off into a tangent about how people should make their choice on whether to do it or not and it shouldn’t be illegal. And all it’s various medical benefits too…Marcus smirked.

“So people shouldn’t get the choice to eat meat products, shouldn’t buy nice things, because it ruins society and the environment…yet, marijuana, which people get addicted to, ruins their lives and the lives around them, should be legalized?”

Needless to say, that didn’t go over well and everyone left, grumbling. Captain Planet stared at him, stunned, as Marcus sighed, standing.

“Well, that was waste of two hours of my life.”

“Did you have to do that…?” he sighed.

“Look, frankly, I don’t give a damn what anybody does. But when someone comes in and tries to tell me how I should run my life…it doesn’t sit well and I think it’s a load of bull, got me?”

The guy raised his eyebrows before sighing, standing and running a finger through his hair, “Yea…”

Marcus felt a little surprised, “Really…?”

“While I don’t think you should spend money just because you have it, I do indeed eat meat and drink on occasion…”

“What! What the hell was all that bull earlier?!”

“I was just being difficult.”

He started picking up plates as Marcus leered at his back. After a moment, he glared back at Marcus.

“Why are you still here?”

“You just put me through hell because you’re a bitch! I demand repayment.”

“Don’t you make enough?” he rolled his eyes.

Marcus smirked, raising his eyebrows coquettishly, “I had…other repayment in mind.”

The guy stared at him, stunned, before grunting, “Sorry…”

“You’re curious and you know it.”

“I’m not curious and I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“One try…I promise, I’ll make you like it.”

He rolled his eyes, “Even so, I don’t do sex without even knowing a person’s name and not getting to know them first.”

“Then let’s go out to dinner. Your repayment for being an ass and using my orange juice.”

“That’s a HUGE repayment.”

“No it isn’t. Just dinner, my treat” Marcus smiled seductively.

“I doubt it’d be…just dinner.”

Marcus sighed, “If you don’t want sex on our first date, fine…we’ll wait until our second!”

“And…how do you know there’ll be a second?”

“I’m charming” Marcus said cutely.

“Try again.”

Marcus glowered and he waved a hand, “Fine. I’ll go to dinner with you. But there will be no sex, even if there is a second date. I have a minimum of five dates.”

“FIVE dates?! I don’t even go out with myself that much!”

“My conditions.”

Marcus growled before crossing his arms, pouting, “Fine, Captain Planet, we’ll do it your way.”

“…Captain Planet? What the hell is that?”

“Your name.”

“…My name is not Captain Planet. I’m Ian Ellis.”

Marcus smirked, “I like Captain Planet more…Ian. But I’m Marcus McCue…and I promise, you won’t have any regrets.”

Dark · Joined: 19 Apr 2007 Posts: 261

Horror movies had further declined from the days of his grandfather, or so he’d been told. Somewhere along, they’d just turned into seeing how many people you could kill in two hours with no plot whatsoever, and he meant no plot. While he got minor joy from seeing stupid teenagers walk into a forest that anyone else would never in their right mind do and get slowly slaughtered by some mental case, it was, well, very minor. So when Ian suggested going to one for their ‘first date’, Marcus had prepared to nap through the entire thing…unless there was a hot actor, that is.

But this movie…it had plot. It had…suspense. Marcus couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so enthralled by a horror movie. He almost had forgotten Ian was there except for the fact he had the popcorn. Marcus turned from the movie finally to glance at his date.

He was really pretty…his side view was almost perfect and his tanned skin was flawless, his outline glowing from the light of the movie. Marcus grinned lightly and leant slowly over, blowing in his ear. The whole theater jumped when something happened in the movie…Ian jumped and glared at him. Marcus just winked.

“You can’t even control your hormones in a movie?” grunted Ian, once they were walking out.

“I blew in your ear. If I couldn’t have controlled my hormones I would’ve groped you or tried to go down...”

Ian rolled his eyes, glowering, before sighing heavily, “Where to next then…?”

“I know this great pizza place…”

“Huh…pizza. I didn’t think you’d lower yourself.”

Marcus sulked, glaring at him, stopping. Ian didn’t notice until he was a few steps ahead and stopped himself, raising an eyebrow over his shoulder.

“What?”

“You really are an ass…you say I’m the stuck up one but here you are, judging me, and you don’t even know me.”

Marcus wasn’t kosher so he walked away, angry. Alexis was right…this guy was not his type in any way, shape, or form so he would just leave him alone. Bastard.

Practicing strange patience with his alarm, it allowed him in quicker than usual, and he slammed down on his couch, turning on the television.

He’d seemed like a nice little two week diversion, Ian…pleasant on the eyes but a complete jerk. It was no fair…why were the cute ones useless?

An hour later, as he was dozing off, he heard a knock at the door…scowling, he sat up and walked over, wondering who it was. Alex was busy with something and Tiffany was off messing around…

“Hey.”

Marcus leered at Ian who looked a tad uncomfortable before sighing, “Look…”

“I’m really not in the mood, nature boy, so whatever you have to say--”

“I’m sorry.”

Marcus cocked a brow as he handed him a pizza, pinking a little, “I didn’t know what you liked so I just got pepperoni…”

Marcus frowned and Ian stood there before clearing his throat, “Well, I best get going.”

“The hell you are…do I look like I can eat a whole pizza by myself?”

Ian glanced at him and smiled softly.

“Next time, I am choosing where we’re going dancing” scowled Ian, his face bright red.

Marcus grunted. He’d taken him to the club where he usually picked up men to sleep with and where women who didn’t know he was gay would leave him alone…yea, a gay club. He thought because he was there with Ian, he’d be left alone. But, of course, past flings came up and hit on him. They were more flamboyant than he remembered them being though…kind of bothersome.

But then, they started hitting on IAN.

Ian had been all but pleased when they started grinding up on him. And Marcus hadn’t been either…he’d ended up punching one, just to make a point of leaving what was his alone. Naturally though, they’d been kicked out and it’d taken all Marcus’s flirtation skills to not be banned permanently though he wasn’t sure that would necessarily be a bad thing…

“I’m sorry” grunted Marcus, “I guess they’re dumber than they look.”

Ian stopped at Marcus’s door and scowled, “I don’t think they’re dumb…just regardless.”

“They know I’m possessive.”

“Huh…and how would they know that?” Ian questioned, raising an eyebrow.

Marcus smiled secretively. They’d gone out three times so far, this time being their fourth. It had started out nicely though it hadn’t ended well…thing was, Marcus was starting to get a little anxious and…well, horny. But hell, Ian hadn’t even let him kiss him yet…he was starting to wonder if he was gay at all. He had to be a little gay though, he was going out with him…and he DID just take him to a gay club…

“Ian…can I ask you something?”

“What…?”

“You…ARE attracted to me, right?”

It would be a crime against humanity if he wasn’t.

“…Why?”

“Because if you’re not, then there’s no point in me going out with you” he muttered, disgruntled.

Ian sighed, “I’m…bi, if that’s what you’re getting at. I just haven’t done anything with guys much…”

Bi. Great. All he needed was Tiffany or someone to come and ruin things. But…he could work with that. If he had his way, he’d never look at another girl that way again…grinning, he crushed against Ian, slamming him back against his door. Ian looked surprised as Marcus, sultry, stroking his cheek.

“Then we should change that…”

Ian stared before licking his lips, “I thought I said…fifth date.”

“That’s next time though…don’t you want something to look forward to?”

Before Ian could answer, Marcus kissed him, finally. He pulled away to see Ian’s rather shocked expression and laughed lightly.

“You know, if that’s how you kiss…”

“You startled me” he blushed, glaring off.

“I have to give a warning? Such a bother…” Marcus sighed, “I’m going to kiss you again, by the way.”

Ian snorted but leaned in, kissing back this time. Marcus moaned, the kiss intensifying, pressing against him, slowly reaching into his pants.

Ian stiffened, startled, but Marcus just chuckled. Might take some effort to get him to loosen up…but it would be fun.

Ian gave in, however, allowing Marcus to touch him as they kissed. Ian pulled away, his breath steamy and nipped at his neck. Groaning, Marcus wished they were inside suddenly…his couch would be so much better. But somehow he got the idea pulling away and saying, ‘excuse me for a couple minutes, I need to argue with my door’ would be a turn off. Jeez, he needed to get that thing fixed…

He jumped himself, a little startled, when Ian suddenly returned Marcus’s gesture, unbuttoning his pants. His jumping surprised Ian who lost his balance a little and Marcus’s door suddenly opened…

Falling forwards on top of him, Marcus found himself quickly bringing his hands under Ian’s head…he hissed as they slammed hard against the wood flooring. He was a little surprised at himself…what made him do that?

“…Wow, Marcus, making out against the door, huh?”

He glared up at, naturally, Tiffany. A black haired guy stared, mortified, at him and Ian, lying on top of each other with their pants undone. Marcus snorted.

“Screwing with a man in my house, huh?”

“I don’t know anyone else that has a nice guest bed” she giggled.

The guy quickly mumbled his good byes and rushed out as Marcus sat up, glaring after him.

“What an ass.”

“I know…he was such a jerk and wasn’t that good” she sighed.

“Well, I really meant--”

She swatted at him playfully and he grinned, standing up. Ian, who looked more than a little embarrassed, stood and stared at Marcus, confused. Marcus glanced at him and sighed.

“Sorry…this is my cousin, Tiffany. Tiffany, this is Ian.”

She stared at him and he could tell she was sizing him up. Tiffany was usually good at such things. After a moment, she smiled and shook his hand.

“Pleasure to meet you, Ian…I suppose I should get out of you and poodle’s way.”

“Poodle?”

“Ignore her” he grunted, glaring at her for revealing such a humiliating nickname.

She giggled and blew him a kiss which he just stuck his tongue out at. Ian cleared his throat and shook his head.

“No, don’t go. I have to be leaving anyway…”

Marcus pouted, “We’re going out tomorrow, right? The park?”

“Yes” he nodded, “I’ll come by at 7.”

“Can I have a kiss good night?” Marcus smirked.

Ian grunted, “I think you’ve had enough kisses for the night.”

“You’re right...knowing what happens tomorrow we’ll get me by” he sighed airily.

Ian flustered and waved quickly, leaving. Tiffany closed the door behind him and glanced at Marcus.

“And what happens tomorrow?”

“We have sex” he said happily.

“You could’ve tonight. I have to go somewhere tomorrow anyway” she sighed.

“No, he required we go on five dates before hand.”

She seemed stunned, “And you went along with it? How have you been getting along without sex??”

“Porn, pretty much.”

She rolled her eyes and sat, sighing. He stared at her and quickly darted next to her, sitting.

“Okay, what do you think?”

“Of what…?”

“Ian!”

“Oh…well…”

He stared, shocked, “‘Oh…well’? What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“He seems like a good guy. Environmentalist?”

“Yea, we’re working on that.”

She snorted, “I bet.”

“Then what’s wrong?”

“…I…don’t think…just be careful with him, okay? I mean, I don’t get a huge vibe but…just watch out for him.”

He stared at her and sighed.

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Marcus lied, stretched out across the blanket in the park, staring at the stars as Ian seemed enthralled with the concert. He’d rather the brunette be enthralled with him but he was really adorable…he’d been so excited about this outdoor concert. Marcus sat up as Ian applauded the end of one of the longest guitar solos Marcus had ever heard. Tucking a few loose strands of hair away from Ian’s neck, he nibbled and licked the flesh there, whispering into his ear.

“Enjoying yourself…?”

“Yea…” said Ian, blushing a little.

He’d probably forgotten Marcus was even there. Chuckling huskily, he continued his ministrations, nipping at his ear as well. Ian softly sighed but didn’t try to stop him.

“Are you ready to leave yet?” Marcus asked, starting to get impatient.

“But this is the best part…” Ian whined.

Marcus groaned and lied down on his back again, “Well, whenever you’re ready…”

He so hoped this was worth it…this was a whole week of no sex. Blasphemous for him…but he wasn’t tied DOWN to this guy, right? He could’ve had sex…so why didn’t he? Ian stared down at him before sighing, randomly reached down and gripping the zipper of Marcus’s jeans. He stared at Ian, confused, but his questions were cut short by his hand slipping around him, rubbing, grasping. Mewing contently, he stared up at Ian but was startled to find he was still absorbed in the concert…

“You asshole! Pay attention to me!”

“I can do this and listen to music at the same time…”

“I’m more interesting than this music!”

Ian finally glanced at him, his hand pulling a little harder forcing a startled gasp from Marcus’s lips. Ian smiled impishly, more impish than Marcus thought he could ever be and whispered into the night.

“Patience is a virtue, Marcus…”