Marco chucked softly, ignoring the protests. The boy was beautiful! Cat like grace and wolf-like determination all rolled into one! His eyes, gorgeous wavering things, were loaded with raw animal fear and yet he fought it so well... still... it would be cruel of him to keep such an awful game up... no matter how fun.<br/><br/>Plus, Marco was never too sure when someone could walk by. Sure these streets were empty, but he only had so much cover....<br/><br/>With a sigh of mourning, the photographer leant down, lips brushing the lilly petal soft flesh by his ear and whispered, "The bitch and the bastard? Sweet, I am the alpha and the omega-- and you'd do fucking well to remember that,"<br/><br/>Fingers sliding to the nape of the boys neck, he pinched fiercely, a small part of him remembering 'pressure points' from his boxing days years ago, not common teaching, but Marco was never one for common courses.<br/><br/>The part of him that wondered if it would work was quickly satisfied at Ryuu shuddered and fell limp in his arms, "Hmm!" it was a pleasant noise, the kind of noise a person might make it they'd discovered a new favourite flavour instead of knocking a man out cold.<br/><br/>He hoisted the lad up into his arms, marvelling at how dainty he was. At least he'd be easy to carry home, even took a moment to study the line of his face, tracing each and every feature. No. He was right to do it. He would not-- no, COULD not lose this one! He was too lovely a creature!<br/><br/>Still, back to the studio he supposed. He could maybe pretend the kid had passed out to any concerned passers by! Oh Ryuu! You made this too easy!