Marco fought to keep him pinned, ragged for breath eyes glowing for all the adrenaline roaring through his veins. He'd barely drawn back the breath to speak when a sudden, sharp dose of pain split through the skin of his arm.<br/><br/>Hissing through gritted teeth, nearly doubling over, the photographer, kidnapper, hell, whatever anyone wanted to call him these days dropped his wrist for shock, but determined not to let this one go-- not ever-- he plunged his free hand into the boys scalp, grasping a hefty handful of that beautiful, black hair, holding his head still, not exactly tearing his jaws off of his arm, in some part of his twisted logic Marco felt Ryuu had won that bite, but stifling every head movement could make, "Quit," his chest heaved for breath, "being, a, little, bitch!" this time it was a real growl, "I have an offer for you! Now I'm going to do something incredibly fucking kind. I'm gonna let go of you, IF-- now this is a pretty big, fucking 'if'-- you listen to my proposition! Got that princess?!"