The trio had exited the common chamber only a few minutes after Marcus and Peter had arrived.  Eager eyes were all on Peter as they walked, Marcus leading the tall, dark marine with his chiseled arm wrapped snugly around the obviously frightened boy.  He bit his lip as the door to the private rooms were opened, and once more, he walked into the corridor lined with white doors.<br/><br/>Marcus fingered his key card anxiously, rubbing its edges with a hunger that seemed just as insatiable as when Peter first came in with him.  The card was swiped, the light turning green just before Marcus turned the handle to open the door.  His room had been cleaned while they were gone, fresh water, condoms, and lube set out and clean, white sheets spread on the bed.<br/><br/>The click of the door closing sent a chill up Peter's spine, and he pulled away from Chaz who was reluctant to let go.  The man held his arm tight, Peter's blue eyes turning upward to look at him before pulling a bit harder to free his arm.  The boy moved to Marcus, wrapping his arms around him like a lost child finding his father.<br/><br/>The man's scent calmed him a bit, the fur of his chest tickling his cheek as he nuzzled against his skin.  He knew why he was there, and he wasn't going to be rude to Chaz.  However, it was clear, at the moment, that Peter felt much more comfortable with Marcus.  The young man let go, looking up at Marcus who spoke softly and encouragingly to him.<br/><br/>He turned back to Chaz, swallowing hard before moving back to him.  "D-daddy...said I should...get to know you."  He said softly, looking up into the man's dark eyes.  His hands were hesitant, but slowly he moved to wrap his arms around Chaz as he had Marcus, his cheek touching the hot skin.  His body was hard and smooth, and each movement could be felt as his muscles flexed.