Chuckling good-naturedly at Chaz's comment, Marcus ran a meaty, long fingered hand over the dark-skinned man's back, feeling every tendon and sinew and muscle. The Marine was as fine a specimen of human flesh as he'd ever seen, and Marcus had seen plenty. "Damn...would've liked to have seen you in action, Chaz. Bet you sent more than your share of those Taliban fuckers to see their 72 virgins, huh?" He murmured into the other man's ear, brushing up behind him as Chaz bent, spreading the young man's cheeks and tasting the boy's sweet pucker.<br/><br/>Marcus watched eagerly, watched Peter moan and shudder at the lapping of the warm tongue on his hole, watched Chaz knead the soft buttocks in his grasp. "He's tight, but he's sweet, ain't he?" Marcus grinned and rubbed his tumescent organ along the cleft of the Marine's taut cheeks. His hands roamed the man's skin, deceptively soft over the finely chiseled exterior. At the man's mention of ripping however, Marcus could see Peter tense and cower, and look over his shoulder in fright.<br/><br/><em>Shit,</em>he thought to himself,<em>The kid's gonna be screaming in here, and that's not good.</em><br/><br/>Marcus moved out from behind Chaz to kneel on the bed and slip a hand into Peter's dark locks, petting them. "It's okay, baby. Daddy's here, Daddy's not gonna let anyone hurt you." He glanced back at the dark Marine. "Just ease him into it, okay? Stretch him real good, and everything'll be fine." Marcus peered back at the boy. "Give Daddy a smile, baby." He brushed the dark hair back from the boy's forehead gently and smiled warmly at the young man.