When Crickets Cry...

Zac sighed when Mark reentered the room. Mark lifted Zac from the couch and plopped down, re seating Zac in his lap.
Zac squirmed uncomfortably.

Aaron glanced at him, deciding to have some fun.
"Damn, you know he was always so comfy in daddys lap. Maybe cuz daddy wasnt so fucking bony." He shrugged.

"Excuse you?" Mark raised an eyebrow. "I ain't bony kid."
Zac nudged Mark but he said nothing to Aaron. In a way, he wanted to see how Mark would handle this...

"Yeah but you sure arent like daddy, daddy was perfect for momma, big, strong, sweet, everything he could ever want. Daddy protected him, and momma was always conformable with him."

"Well your momma's comfortable with me too. I ain't as big as your dad but that can be a good thing to." Mark said, an edge of warning in his voice.
Zac found this quite amusing. A small whine left him as he squirmed when one of Mark's defined bones dug into him.

Aaron laughed.
"He is not comfortable! Your bones are digging into him! Thats a problem daddy NEVER had."

"Well your momma aint with your daddy now is he? He's with me." Mark snapped and it took all Zac had not to laugh. This was a new side of Mark.

"But thats ONLY because daddy wont have him. Think Mark, he is with you but where does he WANT to be? Curled up against my fathers chest, warm, snuggly and safe...comfortable."

Marks hands clenched into fists.
"I think you oughta watch how youre talking to me, kid...."

" I think you might wanna watch who your talking to sir." He mocked like a small child just to piss Mark off.

Zac held back a snicker, shooting Aaron a smile that said "keep going." He wanted to see how Mark was when he flipped out.
Mark glared, jaw clenched.

Aaron winked at him.
"Yeah! And...Well...I bet money my daddy's dick is bigger. More...fulfilling if you would?"

Mark snorted.
"Not my fault your daddy is a freak."
Zac visibly tensed up, if Mark made a comment about Quincy, he'd go off.

"A freak who owns Zac's heart. Tell me, has he let you kiss him? Fuck him? No because the freak was so good he knows you would be so disappointing in comparison he wouldnt want you anymore."

"No, he won't let me kiss him because your father is an asshole who broke his heart and Zac is still loyal to him which I find adorable." He glared.
Zac pinched him.

"If I were him I would say that but...I just wouldnt want to touch you..." He pretended to gag at the thought.

"You know what kid? I think you better shut your mouth before I shut it for you."
Zac gave Mark a look.
"You'll touch him over my dead body." He folded his arms.

"Zac im not a kid, and im not scared of his bony ass, he couldnt scare a baby." Aaron rolled his eyes.

"You keep fucking talkin and I'll scare you." Mark glared, teeth bared.
Zac frowned.
"I know your not a kid Aaron. Neither is your father but someone lays ahand on him and I have a fit. I'm protective of all of you."

"HA! Im shaking in my shoes! Oh someone help! someone help! Bony ass little dick is doing to hurt me!!"

Mark abruptly sstood and Zac fell onto the floor, landing on his ass with an "oof"
Mark walked over and got in Aaron's face, growling.

Aaron pressed back, noses touching.
"LITTLE DICK BOG O BONES! LITTLE DICK BAG O BONES!!" He chanted.

Mark swung hard but instead of hitting Aaron, he hit Zac square in the jaw, hard as he stepped in front of Aaron to protect him.

Aaron hissed, jumping on Mark, hitting his as hard as he was able, and he hit hard like his father, Aaron was much like his father.

Mark cursed, punching Aaron back.
Zac shouted, forcing himself in between them.
"Knock it the fuck off you two! I'm the youngest one here and I'm acting as the adult! The hell?!" He pushed Mark off of Aaron with a glare and looked Aaron over.