Dirigo

Marcus wasn't quite sure how he'd gotten here. What had started as a casual recollection of events that felt like a dream to his human mind, had ended with him on his back in the surgery bay, the door locked behind them. The metal of the operating table was cold on his bare back and he could feel the goose bumps rising on his skin. The day had been long, longer in that John had gotten in another fight with Kate, eventually arriving at Marcus' door looking for a fight as much as he was a fuck. But as usual, they'd ended up oddly tender, careful with each other in a way that Marcus had only ever felt with Allison.

But that was all difficult to focus on when he was lying prone under a bright light. Sneaking in here with Connor had been strange, but appropriate for what they were doing. Marcus took a deep breath and closed his eyes. I wanted you then.

( Fuck, you're going to kill me like this, aren't you? )

Cowritten with worlddescending