Marcus hummed happily as he spread the picnic cloth across the grass. From where he knelt in front of the old fashioned picnic basket, Marcus literally almost sold his soul for, James smiled. He loved Marcus's singing. In his opinion, he had the voice of an angel.

Marcus felt James's eyes on him and looked up, smiling. "What are you looking at?"

"An angel," James said lovingly causing Marcus to blush lightly.

"You bought the meat, right?" Marcus asked, looking back at the cloth then slowly sitting onto it.

"Sure did." James replied, hauling the basket over to the cloth and sitting across from Marcus. He pulled out two sandwiches, carefully wrapped in a paper towels and handed one to Marcus. "Yesterday while you were at school."

Marcus, who had just taken a bite of his sandwich, leaned over the cloth and spit it out, turning his wide eyes on James. "You what?" he shouted, looking down in horror at his sandwich.

"What's wrong?" James asked, through a mouthful of food.

Marcus gawked at him. "Can you be anymore retarded?"

James just chewed his food.

Marcus heaved a deep sigh and placed his sandwich on the ground after carefully rewrapping it. "This meat is old. I told you to buy it today."

"I don't see the difference," James said looking down at his sandwich. "How is it old?" he asked as a side thought.

"For all I know you could have made these sandwiches yesterday and left them out on the counter in an attempt to give me food poisoning." Marcus said matter-of-factly.

"What?" James said, choking a bit on his sandwich, pieces of lettuce falling out of his mouth. "Now look who's being retarded." He said after he cleared his throat. "If that was true then wouldn't I be getting food poisoning, too?"

"Well, maybe you just left my sandwich out?" Marcus acquired, shrugging slightly.

James was starting to get pissed off. "And how the hell would I be able to tell the fucking difference anyway?" he shouted, snatching up Marcus's sandwich from in front of him and shoving both of their's into the basket and slamming the lid shut.

"Because, you cut the crust off of mine like I asked you, too." Marcus said nonchalantly, closing his eyes and leaning back on his hands, pointing his face towards the warmth of the sun.

"Like the good boyfriend I am." James said, hunching his shoulders forward, glaring at Marcus's obvious teasing. At the moment he wanted nothing more than to bite him, and Marcus knew it. Hence the exposed neck.

"And that's why I trust you so much." Marcus said, smirking slightly and opening his eyes just enough to see James through his thick lashes.

James back when straight and he stared at Marcus in utter disbelief and confusion. "That doesn't make sense, dammit! You totally just contradicted yourself and you're confusing the crap out of me!" James leaned forward again, running his fingers through his thick black hair in frustration.

Marcus leaned back up, propping his elbows on his knees as he sat cross-legged. "Good," he said evilly, a grin spreading across his face. "That means it's working."

James glared up at him, dropping his hands and making a sort of growling noise. Marcus's eyes got wide with demented pleasure as his lips spread into a vicious smile. James raised one of his eyebrows and smiled slightly, growling again, a bit louder. Marcus giggled and sat back again, watching James carefully. He closed his eyes for a long moment and opened them only when he felt hot air blowing against the side of his face. He glanced up as James slid his lips gently into Marcus's hair.

"I'm really pissed at you right now." James said, reaching his hand up and sliding it down Marcus's side. Marcus shivered with pleasure he wished he could deny and leaned back a bit more.

"I noticed…" he said, his heart beating wildly in his chest as James loomed over him. James smiled down at him as he leaned down slowly, pressing his lips lightly to Marcus's neck. Marcus laughed slightly, raising his hand up and running it slowly through James's hair. "You're terrible." Marcus breathed against James's ear.

"I know." James said shortly, amusement in his voice, before he pushed Marcus roughly to the ground and bit him.