"What happened to yours?" he asked quietly as he started to eat his food.

Marucs was silent for awhile. He hadn't really talked about his parents deaths since he had been forced to go to therapy. A part of him questioned whether it was a good idea to tell Richard. What did he really know about this man? His hands shook a bit as he had this internal battle with himself.

"Nevermind," Richard remarked quietly, "I don't need to know. I was just curious," he stated before leaning back against his chair and looking at the food infront of him. Dick sighed and ran his fingers through his hair trying to figure out if it was such a great idea to even ask the question in the first place. Probably not.

"They were murdered." He whispered. It felt kinda of nice to get it out there in the open. He was just staring at his food.

"Mine too," he replied as he looked at the table and frowned. "Do you know why your's were?" he asked quietly.

"Not for sure. You?" He asked picking at his food now.

"Oh, yeah," he admitted, "He killed my parents as a threat to the group they worked for. This is going to sound crazy but I grew up with a traveling circus.... My parents were acrobats and their wires were cut," he replied quietly. "It was my first show... I didn't get to perform though," Dick explained.

"I'm so sorry." He said truly meaning it. He took Dick's hand giving it a squeeze. "I think my parents were killed by the mafia." He stated soflty.

"It's okay. I was taken in by one of the richer men in town so that worked out okay," he explained with a nod, "I'm sorry you lost yours too," Richard apologized giving his condolences.

"Thanks," He said with a smile. "So this man who took you in, anybody I might know?"

"Unless you know a Mr. Wayne, I sincerely doubt it," he replied with a grin.

"You're the charge he took in? Why the hell are you working for me? You could be living in the lap of luxury." He said with an audible gasp.

Richard laughed, "I'm not going to spend his money for the rest of my life. He adopted three other kids too. Besides, he has already given me so much... I don't want to take anymore from him. I want to become more independent," he replied, speaking fondly of the man.

"Good for you." Marcus said with a smile.

Soon they were done eating and the bill was paid. Marcus stands offering his arm to Richard.

"Thank you," Richard replied as he went back to eating.

Hesitantly Dick took his arm and allowed Marcus to lead him out of the restaurant and to his limo.

The driver opened the door for them.

"After you," Marcus said with a smile. As Richard got in he gave his ass a squeeze.

"Thanks," he told the driver as he got in only to pause half way with a surprised yelp and turned back to look at Marcus. Now he was starting to get nervous... and excited.

Marcus smiled at the yelp. For some reason it was a satisfying sound. After Richard got in Marcus got in and leaned over and kissed the young man.

Richard at first tried to get away but soon enough gave in. He was curious and his lust was starting to cloud his mind. Eagerly, Dick pushed his lips back against Marcus's and parted his lips.

Marcus groaned slipping his tongue into Richard's mouth. He explored his mouth groaning his hands rubbed up and down his sides.

Richard moaned as Marcus pushed his tongue into his mouth and started to run along his teeth and cheeks before Richard wrapped his tongue around Marcus's. Richard pushed up against Marcus's hands as he moved his hands along his sides.

After a moment Marcus broke the kiss panting. He buried his face in the crock of Richard's neck breathing in deeply. "wow." He finally managed to whisper.

Richard laughed softly, "Impressed?" he asked quietly grinning ear to ear.

"Very." Marcus said with a smile. "Most intense kiss I've ever had." He hated that they had to get back to the office but it couldn't be avoided. "Are you doing anything this evening?" He asked stroking Richard's hair.

"R-Really?" he asked a little shocked. "Well, I'm flattered," he admitted only to frown when they stopped at the office. "Do we have to go back? I don't really think I will be able to get any work done like this," he admitted sighing as Marcus stroked his hair. Boldly, Richard crawled into Marcus's lap.