Of Smiles & Skulls.

"Okay." Cameron grinned, pecking the man's cheek. "Thank you momma." And with that, he slipped out of the room, calling a soft "Goodnight!"

"Night." Finn called back, his shoulders slumping as he let out a sigh. Finally his son was home, and he could retire back into the bedroom with his lover. Pausing at the door of Morgue's room, the boy watched first, laying his eyes on his lover before entering.

"Hey beautiful." Morgue grinned, eyes flickering to his lover's face. "Coming to bed now?"

"Dont f*cking call me that or you'll damn well sleep alone." But even as he spoke such harsh words, he found himself crawling onto the bed. Finn rested his head on Morgue's shoulder, sighing softly.

"I missed your sweet demeanor." Morgue teased, kissing the man's cheek gently.

Finn sat up rather abruptly, his eyes narrowed as he stared down at Morgue. He took a moment, but when he spoke, his words were sharp.
"Kendrick's f*cking asking my son out, isn't he?"

"I'm not positive but yes, he was talking about it." Morgue nodded lightly. "Don't worry babe, he's a good guy."

"Yeah, just like im a good f*cking guy." Sarcasm was evident in his voice, his upper lip curled in a snarl. "I just f*cking know he had better not having feelings for you anymore. If he does, and hurts Cameron, i'll f*cking kill him." Finn couldnt help himself, he worried for his son.

"Honey, he's been over me for years." Morgue smiled softly. At least Morgue thought he was.

"Bullsh*t!" Finn snapped violently. "Do you not see the way he looks at you? The f*cker hangs on your every word! He is at your beck and call! He f*cking still has a thing for you!"

"It's called being my friend, Finn. Trust me, he's going to be good to Cameron." Morgue smiled. Cameron didn't know Kendrick had ever had a thing for him and he intended on keeping it that way.

Finn grit his teeth in frustration, sitting himself on the edge of the bed. He had hated Kendrick when the man had openly loved Morgue. Competition had never been his strong point, especially whenever he turned around Kendrick was out doing him in something when it came to his lover. "I just hate him, Jeremy." He finally spoke, shoulders sagging in defeat.

"And I find it adorable that you're jealous, darling." Morgue smiled softly. "But really, I don't think there's anything to worry about."

"Im not mother f*cking jealous of him!" Finn fumed harshly, flopping himself back down onto the bed. "And if he hurts my kid, its on you Marilyn!"

"Of course." Morgue nodded. "But I trust him not to." He smiled softly. "Goodnight." He kissed Finn's temple before laying down beside him.