palace Marton

[Takes place in the late-ish evening, the same day as Marton, Will, Christian, Johnny and entourage arrive at Liam's]

Waking from his doze in front of the fireplace in the living room, Marton found himself alone and cursed softly, grinning to himself. Seemed everyone had gone up to bed and no one had bothered to disturb him. He checked the clock and it wasn't that late. Oh well. He was still pleasantly tired; he'd head up to bed now, maybe see if Will was still awake. Today had been good, riding, talking, lying around, but damned if doing nothing wasn't bloody tiring! He got to his feet and picked up the book he'd been reading to put it away. ( Handling the volume reminded him and he cursed again, patting his pocket to make sure before leaving the living room and heading out to the hall, hoping Liam was still awake and in his study. )

“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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“I’ve come for Will.”

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24hrs after this.

Christian leaned back in his seat, despite the twinge it caused, and put his bare feet up on the side rungs of Liam's seat, sipping at his coffee. Liam was halfway through the paper and munching on toast as he read, Christian sitting beside him and working on his second cup of coffee while he waited. He wanted to talk to Liam if he got the chance, but there were certain other things that would need to be dealt with first, any second now if his senses were pinging him correctly and Johnny and Adrian really were waking up this time.

There, they were awake. Good. And... they'd found his little surprise. Excellent. He felt humor and just a touch of embarrassment from Johnny, and could hear giggles from both of them coming from down the hall. Liam looked at him from over the top of his paper, one inquiring eyebrow raised. Christian just grinned at him and held one finger up in front of his mouth. Any second now....

And then it came, startled dismay from Johnny, then a howled chorus of "CHRISTIAAAAANNNN!!" flavored with feelings of dire vengeance. ( He grinned and sipped his coffee. Ahh, success. )

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Again it was the act of rolling, of coming to rest on the cold side of the bed that woke Marton. He sighed, flipped onto his back and peered at the clock on the bedside table. God! He'd only been asleep for little over an hour and he knew damned well that he'd never get back to sleep now. He grumbled to himself as he got out of bed, tugging on a pair of sweats and a jumper, he padded barefoot to the window. No. He wasn't going to stand here staring out at nothing all night. Not again. Surely to God, someone would still be up. He checked his com and smiled at the listing, switching screens in order to call. "Angel? It's Marton."
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The morning after Will farewells Guy.



Marton hurried down the hall from his office in answer to the urgent summons, a frown marring his forehead. He was about to shoot into the living area when he spotted Will, the message’s originator, standing near the lift bay and pulled up.
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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.( Read more... )

“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.
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