After 8 hours of working hard at the office, Terry Young pulls his Ford Focus SE sedan into the driveway of his beautiful, two-storey house, with the trees towering behind it and shuts off the engine. Resting his head back on the seat Terry exhales a deep sigh, looking up at the house in which he shares with his boyfriend of 6 months, Chris Hughes. Yet, for the last month, Chris' health has been slowly deteriorating and the worse part of it all is that the doctor's don't know what's causing it. On their last visit to the hospital they told them that he should get plenty of bed-rest, eat properly and drink lots of fluids before giving them some antibiotics to help boost up his body's energy, which he's surely lacking. It's been a week since then and Chris' health still deteriorates. Tears begin to fall from Terry's crystal blue eyes, running his hands through his short blonde hair and screaming out in frustration through clenched teeth. He loves Chris with all of his heart and hopes to spend the rest of his life with him. Hopefully even ask him to marry him but with the way that Fate's put in motion, he might not even get that chance…

Slipping his keys into the door and turning it, he pushes it open and he instantly feels the warmth, the feel easing him a little before letting himself in and shutting the door behind him. Placing his briefcase beside the wall next to the closet and his keys into the small bowl on the table next to the stairs, he looks up them and calls out but not too loud, "Chris? Babe, I'm home!"

No reply. That's to be expected, he's probably resting, he deduces before slipping off his jacket and hanging it on the coat stand, heading into the kitchen to pour himself some much needed coffee. Yet unbeknownst to Terry as Chris sleeps in their queen-sized double bed, something under the covers is causing him to groan with pleasure, speaking out Terry's name as he tosses and turns. Hearing Terry call out Chris' name that particular something stops whatever it's doing and slips out from under the cover at the foot of the bed. Standing up the naked form wipes some of Chris' pre-cum from his lips with the back of its clawed hand, seeing as he's been disturbed, and turns to face the closed door, his blue eyes narrowing at them, "Seems your lover is back. Time for me to make due my exit but don't fret young one, I shall be back to claim what's now rightfully mine," it growls before disappearing into the shadows just as Terry enters with a glass of cold water and two of the pills that Chris needs to take for his "condition".

"Hey babe, brought you your tablets." Terry places the glass on the coaster that rests on the bedside table and gently coaxes Chris out of his sleep.

Chris moans huskily, stretching out and smiling once his sleepy eyes look upon the concerning glare Terry's giving him as he caresses his cheek, "Hey there yourself beautiful. I was just having an awesome dream about you pleasuring me in ways in only I can imagine." Terry smirks at this as Chris then picks up the glass of water, taking the pills from him before throwing them into his mouth and swallowing it down with the water, the cool liquid sliding down his hot throat. Once he's finished Terry takes the empty glass away and watches as Chris throws the blanket over, attempting to get out of bed.

"Hey, hey, hey," Terry gently holds with one hand while placing the glass down with the other, "Doctor says you need plenty of rest."

Chris lets out a husky laugh, his throat sounding like it's going through a grater, "What? Even when I want to go to the bathroom?"

Terry laughs at himself, pulling back, "Oh? Well, that I can allow. Here let me help you up." He allows Chris to lean against him as he stands up, Terry noticing that he's fully naked. It's nothing really, he's does that all the time and he glad he does, one look at the fine ass and he goes weak at the knees but something odd catches his eye.

"Chris? Where did you get that mark?" Terry enquires, pointing at one of his tight buttocks.

"What mark? Where?"

Twisting his body to one side Chris looks down to try to see what Terry's talking about and strangely enough there's a circular mark coloured in red, black and blue like a love bite. The blonde huffs at it, "It's just a love bite. One you probably gave me last night."

Terry looks worryingly at it, "But I haven't touch you since you first got sick. The doctor specifically told us that you weren't to have "sexual intercourse" as he so put it until you're well again."

Chris shrugs it off, "It'll go away eventually. Don't worry too much about it or your head might explode." With that he opens the door to the bathroom and closes it behind him, leaving Terry to ponder on what to do, what the hell that mark is and where the hell it came from.

Taking the empty glass with him downstairs, he enters the kitchen, puts the glass in the sink and fishes out his cell from his jacket pocket. Opening it up he enters "Contacts" and skims his way down until he gets to a certain name and presses the "Call" button.

Waiting anxiously for the person to answer, they eventually do on the fourth ring, "Hello?"

"Bobby? Bobby Singer? It's me Terry Young, remember from when you helped my Mom and Dad rescue me and several other kids from that vampire clan way back when?"

Terry Young's parents, Isaac and Bethany, were both demon hunters just like Bobby but instead of following in their footsteps like so many other children born into the world of hunting, Terry chose a normal life and, to this day, has never regretted it.

"Sure I do, what's up kiddo?"

Terry takes a deep breath, as though thinking that Bobby's not going to believe what he's about to say, "I need your help. There's some strange mark on Chris' right buttock," he says that last part lightly, "And even though I don't know a lot about hunting and stuff, I think it was made by a demon but I can't be sure. Can you help me, please?"

There's silence on the other line. Terry can hear Bobby's breathing, his heart thumping at the thought that he might not be able to help him, until he hears his voice again, "Of course I'll help ya but I'll need to make a call first. It'll take me a few days to get there but I know some guys who're much closer and are just as good in helping with your problem as I am."

Terry nods as though he can see him, "Thanks again Bobby. You really are a true friend, I mean it."

Even though he can't see it Terry swears that Bobby's blushing right about now, "Aww, don't mention it kiddo. If I guess it right, the boys I'm sending should be there in a day, maybe two. I'll see you in a few."

"Gotcha and thanks again Bobby, really."

"See you later Terry." Bobby then hangs up his phone.

Terry flips his cell closed and clutches it to his chest, hoping that the boys Bobby's sending will come and do the job quick. He doesn't know how more he can take of this…