" Shut up. Take down your pants. I'm going to mark you as mine." Nick squeaked and held onto his belt, fighting Damian for possession of it. " Here? Everyone will hear. They'll know!" " I want them to know," Damian said, winning the wrestling match for the belt as was inevitable that he would." London!" Nick gasped. " London!" Damian stopped, his eyes clearing as he noticed how terrified Nick looked. After a long minute, he pulled him into a hug. " I'm sorry, baby. I didn't mean to scare you. I thought you'd like it. "