AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Hey guys! I know, it's been forever. Honestly, I was going to take a small break and then come back, but then life got in the way and I forgot about this fic. Until one day I opened the email for this and found all these reviews from people! It made me feel so good and happy, that I decided to get back into posting. I hope you enjoy this update; leave a review if you did! I moved forward a bit to give you guys a bit of happiness between our boys. Smut warning!

If you guys like my work, I started two other fanfictions. On a separate account, though. Because originally I was going to not return to this, but I had a change of heart this morning and now I regret not putting all my stories under 'ellie-lovie', which, by the way, is the new account name for me! If you'd like to check out my other fanfictions, they'll be posted under my other account, LotsOfSmiles. Last night, I started two: One is a fic of Mad Max: Fury Road, the 2015 movie. There will be a slow burn between Max and Furiosa ;) The other fic is from Game of Thrones. It's a Sansa/Sandor(The Hound). Feel free to check them out and let me know what you think!

As usual, I don't own any of these characters or anything related to Saw. Enjoy!

Parental love is the one thing that everyone craves. Children seek to earn their parents' approval and praise, bathing in the warm glow of their love and care. It's why abused children don't report their parents and will even go as far as lying about their home life and hiding their injuries to protect their guardians from getting in trouble. It's sick and twisted, and Lawrence had seen far too many child abuse cases in his time at the hospital. He'd lost count of how many children had sat battered on the examination table before him, their swollen eyes downcast as they mumbled about falling down the stairs or playing too roughly with their friends, their flesh littered with bruises and lacerations. Their mothers or fathers would stand behind Lawrence with their arms crossed over their chests, their eyes daring the children to tell the truth. Telling the truth would warrant a far worse punishment back home, and the children knew that. It broke Lawrence's heart because sometimes there wasn't anything he could do. If the story was prepared too well, the best he could do was to treat them as gently as he could. Other times, the stories were too messy and didn't make enough sense. When that happened, he would call the CPS to have the parents interrogated and the case closely examined.

Adam reminded Lawrence of those battered children. The kids shouldn't love their parents; they should want their parents locked away forever. They should want to be placed with a family who would give them the love and care that they deserved. But it rarely happened. Because there's always that instinct deep inside that screams for parental love. They feel that perhaps if they tried harder, did better, maybe their parents would one day stop hurting them and start loving them. Adam had that mentality. His insecurity had driven him to hope that he'd appear better in his parents' eyes but it never happened.

Lawrence watched Adam laugh with Diana at the dining room table. He acted as if nothing had happened, as if he hadn't been unresponsive for days, as if he hadn't tried to kill himself by slitting his arms in the bathroom. He told silly stories to Diana, cracking up and cursing too much. Diana seemed pleased enough; she'd missed him terribly and in her eyes, he was okay. He looked the same, except the shadows under his eyes were a little darker, and he looked a little skinnier. She didn't notice the way his hands trembled lightly, or the haunted look in his eyes. But Lawrence did.

"Mommy has a boyfriend and I don't like him very much," Diana announced, crinkling her nose. It snapped Lawrence out of his thoughts and he looked up from his mashed potatoes with a look of concern.

"Why don't you like him?" Lawrence asked, his tone carrying a slight tenseness that caught Adam's attention. The younger man glanced at him and then looked back at Diana, worrying his lower lip.

"Because he's not funny like Adam. He won't let me watch TV before bed, and he won't drink the tea I make for our tea parties," Diana pouted, flicking a pea at Adam, who grinned at her and moved to retaliate. Lawrence stopped him, placing a hand firmly on his wrist.

"Stop playing with your food, both of you," he said. "Diana, he doesn't hurt you or yell at you, right?"
Diana shook her head and shoved a piece of steak into her mouth. "No. He's just boring."

"Good, because if he ever tries to hurt you, just kick him right in the nuts and tell him that Adam will come beat his ass," Adam announced, holding his fist out. She bumped it with his own and gave him a beaming grin. Lawrence shook his head and took a sip from his water. Diana was staying with them for the week because Allison's new boyfriend was taking Allison on a cruise. They had decided not to bring Diana, which had upset the little girl. But Adam told her that he would have all kinds of tea parties with her and that they could have a photoshoot at the park. She'd cheered up, asking if she could be the model. Her friends were jealous of all the pictures Adam had taken of her at her birthday party in the beginning of their relationship. Diana had started filling a scrap book of all her pictures.

"Diana, if you're done with your dinner, please start showering and getting ready for bed," Lawrence said gently. She nodded and scooted her chair back, scraping the floor loudly. It was something Lawrence had told her a thousand times not to do, and he forced his irritation to dissipate. Things were finally going back to normal, and he didn't want to somber the mood. He watched as his daughter skipped to the bathroom, silence falling at the table. There was an audible click as Diana locked the bathroom door. A moment later, the shower turned on.

He stood up to start collecting the plates, but Adam was suddenly standing beside him. The younger man pushed him roughly back in the chair, eliciting a startled gasp out of him.

"Adam, what the hell?" Lawrence demanded, looking up. The breath caught in his throat, though, when he saw the dark lust in Adam's eyes. The younger man moved to straddle him in the chair, taking Lawrence's head in his hands and tilting it back, ducking his own head to bite down on Lawrence's neck. He could feel Adam's erection scraping against his groin, his tongue sliding over the love bite to soothe it. Lawrence groaned low in his throat as Adam proceeded to press hot kisses along his neck and jaw before finally reaching his mouth. His lips were warm and slightly chapped, and they parted so that his tongue could taste the inside of Lawrence's mouth, still salty from the steak they'd eaten. It was a dizzying kiss that turned Lawrence on; he wrapped his arms around Adam's back and pulled him closer into a tight embrace.

"What if Diana comes out?" Lawrence mumbled nervously once the kiss had been broken, glancing at the bathroom door. He could hear her faintly singing the theme song to Strawberry Shortcake. Adam shrugged with the devilish grin that Lawrence had missed.

"I don't know, cry?" Adam said sarcastically. But Lawrence stood up, still holding onto Adam, who quickly wrapped his legs around the doctor's waist.

"I'll make you cry, just not out here," Lawrence promised. Adam grinned, pressing kisses along his lover's throat as he was carried to the bedroom. The moment their door was shut and locked, Lawrence turned and slammed Adam up against the wall. The younger man looked surprised, his eyes widening, but before he could say anything, Lawrence had attacked his mouth, kissing him roughly and nipping at his lower lip, his tongue delving back into Adam's mouth to taste him again. Adam groaned, curling his fingers into Lawrence's hair painfully tight, arching his back against the wall, tilting his head back and allowing Lawrence to explore his neck and throat with his lips and tongue. The doctor's tongue traced his collarbone, curving into the dip and tracing back up, taking Adam's earlobe between his teeth and sucked on it.

"God damn," Adam breathed, closing his eyes. Lawrence turned and lowered Adam to the ground, pulling his sweatpants down and grinning as Adam's hard, dripping cock sprung up.

"Lawrence, I – " His words died as Lawrence took his weeping dick into his mouth and gave it a tight suck. The younger man cried out, reaching forward and grabbing Lawrence's head, pushing it down further until his dick nearly gagged him. He laid back and closed his eyes, embracing each warm wave of pleasure that crashed over him. It had been far too long. Small sounds of desire fell wordlessly from his lips as he rocked his hips forward, writhing as Lawrence fondled his balls. Suddenly, Lawrence withdrew his mouth and took his own shirt off, stripping in front of Adam, who quickly removed his own T-shirt. He'd barely taken it off when Lawrence bent down and pulled him up off the ground, pushing him forward against his desk.

"I want to fuck you against the desk," Lawrence growled into his ear from behind, his own erection pressing against Adam's ass.

"Shit, you're a horny little fucker," Adam breathed. He could hear Lawrence rubbing lube onto his cock, and seconds later he felt the tip pressed against his entrance.

"What are you waiting for? Fuck me," the younger man snapped impatiently. Without further ado, Lawrence pushed in, causing Adam to cry out. He gripped the desk tightly, bent over and panting against the wood as Lawrence didn't even wait for him to adjust. Lawrence pounded in and out, hard, and Adam gasped for air, obscenities and pleads pouring from his mouth. The doctor was talking to him, his words sounding dark and sexy, but he couldn't hear what he was saying; his blood was roaring in his ears from the ridiculous amount of pleasure he was experiencing. It only increased when Lawrence reached forward and grabbed his cock, jerking him off in rhythm to his dick sliding in and out of Adam's ass. Adam cried against the wood of the desk, actual tears spilling down his flushed cheeks and he cried out over and over, flinching as Lawrence leaned forward, his sweaty chest pressing against Adam's back, his dick sliding in deeper, and bit Adam's neck.

"It feels…so fucking good," Adam gasped out, panting through his tears. He felt Lawrence smirk against his neck. It was only a matter of moments before Adam came harder than he ever had. The orgasm wracked his body and he jerked against the wood, his scream muffled against the desk. Darkness blurred the edges of his vision, his hot cum pouring over Lawrence's hand, and he felt the older man orgasm inside of him. His legs went weak as he gasped for air, and the moment Lawrence stepped back, he crumpled to the ground and lay there shivering out the last wave of his orgasm. The doctor laughed and scooped him up into his arms in a tight embrace.

"Fuck, man," Adam said, unable to say anything else. Lawrence grinned and released him, giving the top of his head a kiss. They took a shower together and dressed in their pajamas; Adam wearing a fresh pair of sweat pants and a baggy, long-sleeved shirt, and Lawrence wearing plaid pajama pants and a green shirt.

"You know, I want to talk to you after Diana goes to bed…About the past few days. I want to make sure you're okay," Lawrence said carefully as Adam finished brushing his teeth. The younger man tensed slightly and gave a single nod of his head.

"I'm okay," he said, shrugging one shoulder. He turned, and Lawrence captured him in a hug, holding him close. He breathed in the smell of his lover; a faint trace of cigarette smoke, his Old Spice body wash, and something that was just entirely Adam.

"I love you," Lawrence said softly, rubbing his hand against Adam's back in a warm massage. He felt the younger man melt against him, the tension leaving his muscles and he nestled his head against the crook of Lawrence's shoulder.

"Yeah, I love you, too," Adam mumbled. When the embrace ended, they left the room to check on Diana. The living room and kitchen were dark, and the shower wasn't running anymore. Adam turned the kitchen light on.

Diana stood on her tippy toes in her Barbie nightgown, one hand reached into the cookie jar. She turned quickly, her mouth dropping open in a small 'O' of surprise. Adam burst out laughing.

"Caught red handed!" Lawrence announced. She hurriedly backed away in guilt, clasping her hands in front of her.

"I wasn't gonna eat any! I was just gonna count to make sure that…that…Adam hadn't eaten any!" Diana insisted, unable to meet their eyes. Adam gasped in mock shock.

"Way to throw me under the bus, Diana!" he said, laughter dancing in his eyes. She pouted by the counter. Lawrence walked over and scooped her up into his arms, tickling her sides until she squirmed, shrieking with laughter.

"In that case, let's have some cookies before bed. Just this one time, alright? And you can choose an episode of Strawberry Shortcake for us to watch," her father said. She let out a gleeful cry and grabbed the cookie jar. He carried her to the living room, Adam flopping down on the couch beside them, and Diana curled up next to him, offering the jar. He kissed the tip of her nose and accepted a cookie as Lawrence popped in Diana's favorite disc of Strawberry Shortcake.

As the three of them sat together on the couch, watching the show and snacking on chocolate chip cookies, Lawrence felt an incredible warmth spread in his chest. Everything was going to be alright and he knew it. He glanced at Adam and Diana, who were cuddled together, their eyes glued on the screen. Everything he wanted was right there on this couch with him. He smiled, turning his eyes back to the TV.

I hope you enjoyed this update! Feel free to review, favorite, and/or send me a PM! If you want, check out my other two fanfictions based on Game of Thrones (SansaxTheHound) and Mad Max: Fury Road (FuriosaxMax) They're under my other account, LotsOfSmiles. Happy Easter, enjoy your day and this update! BYE! 3