A Wee Chat. [Marton/Catherine. Marton/Will]

“She what?”

Marton patiently recapped the more important parts for his wife only to have her fall into ominous silence once he was done.

“Catherine?”

“Mmm? Oh sorry. I was thinking.”

“Something specific?” He asked in a falsely innocent tone.

“Something harmful and possibly murderous.”
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Hey! I love you. [Marton/Will]

Marton lifted his head, a little reluctantly, and bought up a hand to cup the undamaged side of his lover’s face. “Can we talk? You feel like it?”

Family Affairs

[A few hours after Johnny and Harry have lunch and a few minutes after Harry and Christian talk.]

Johnny was kicking back on the sofa, idly scritching Obie with one hand but mostly staring at the ceiling. His talk with Harry at lunch had bothered him. He'd thought of telling Liam about it, but somehow he'd never found the right place in their afternoon talk to bring it up. It just... it sounded like the wrong problem.

Harry'd said Johnny was "self-deprecating" but that wasn't really it. It wasn't so much that Johnny was surprised that someone liked him, it was that someone who liked him -- which meant a regular person, not some asshole like Carstairs or Jake or whoever -- didn't like Harry. It meant something was wrong with the world and it was nagging off in the corner of Johnny's brain, irritating and demanding to be solved. If Gwyn hadn't liked either of them, if she'd been as nasty to him as she'd apparently been to Harry, then he'd be able to just write her off as a nut job or something and that'd be that. But why would she be normal and nice to him and so awful to Harry?

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Poolside Conversation. [Marton/Christian]

Marton nodded. He was sure alright. Many a sleepless night had been spent in ensuring he was making the right decision. “I love him.” he said simply. “If I have to pull him out of there bodily, I will. But he’s coming home.”

Maybe Love. [Marton/Christian]

“Dad . . .” he began.

Marton shook his head. “No.” He was equally emphatic. “I’ll not interfere.”

“But you . . .” Christian shook his head, his frustration clear.

“I what?” Marton looked at his son.

“You love him.”
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Parting. [Marton/Will]

“Tell them I love them?” he asked. “Everybody?”

Marton nodded, kissed Will’s temple softly. Will buried his face in Marton’s shoulder. He was shaking, just a little.
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BitterSweet [Will/Marton]

Will was very subdued, passive in his arms and in bed and had been that way the last few days. But he understood why and Will would soon bounce back; he always did.
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Complication. [Marton/Will]

Follows on from this.

Will was gone, headed off not long ago to meet Christian for their usual morning routine, Marton walked around Palace, picking up his discarded clothing and putting bits of it on in a distracted fashion. His mind was full of flashing snippets of memory from the previous night; quick, random and erotic snapshots.

Ruination. [Will/Guy/Marton]

“But you’ve never been with anyone else from downstairs. Never booked a . . . wait. If it’s only Sean and me, have you ever even fucked more than one person at a time? Like a three-way or something?”

Marton smiled and again shook his head. “Nope.”

“Oh dear God!” Will rolled his eyes. “That settles it. We’re fixing this, soon as we get home!”

“You’ll ruin my reputation.” Marton commented mildly, not at all bothered as he once would have been.

“Good!” Will shot back. “It could use some ruination.”
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Vroom-vroom. [Will/Marton]

“So you won, did you?” Seemed like a logical conclusion to draw as Will was lying back in Marton’s bed, hands behind his head and looking decidedly smug. His lover lifted his head for a moment and grinned.