Mark's POV
I felt the door reverberate against my palms. I'd slammed it louder than I should have.Way to act natural, Fischbach.
I'd panicked way too much. The exhilaration of the night before still lingered, making me a little extra jumpy. By which I meant totally fucking wired.
My lip stung. Now that I didn't have Jack's body as a distraction, my focus amplified the pain. Goddamnit. I should have gotten the numbing gel from Jack. I couldn't though, now that I had left in such a hurry. Did I honesty think he'd be suspicious of my perfectly logical excuse that I bit my own lip and somehow figure out that I'd actually gotten kinky with some odd alter ego of himself?
I sighed at my own stupidity and got to work running cold water. I wet some toilet paper, pressing the wad to my lip. I hissed at the unexpected sting. Water trickled down my chin, wetting my shirt collar. I reached under the vanity and pulled out a tub of Vaseline, smearing my lip with the goop. It turned pink, but it felt a little better.
I suddenly noticed something odd about my wound. I leaned closer into the mirror, examining the small cuts. Each mark was rimmed with a faint green tinge. I brought my tongue to it, feeling nothing odd or frightening except for the color. And an odd, almost static aura that surrounded the bite. Like licking a battery. What was happening to it? It wasn't like Jack was diseased or anything.
The reason it was there could wait. I needed to cover it up and treat it. I washed out the wound, the bright green, almost septic, tinge never left as I washed. Weird. I applied some Neosporin to the outer edge of the wound, making an effort not to get any in my mouth.
The weirdest part about it all, though, was that I didn't mind. I wasn't particularly worried. I knew logically that I should have been, but I knew the other Jack would come back to explain. The thought of him coming back drowned out any worries I had. And as I thought about how amazing he felt, my mind left my lip altogether.
I thought about the night before. He'd been just as amazing as i'd imagined. More. I could still feel his hands on my back and his lips on mine. He knew everything i liked even before i did. He knew what to give me, how to give it.
He wasn't Jack. I wasn't stupid. i knew he wasn't Jack. But he looked like Jack. He felt like Jack. And he was the closest to Jack i would ever get. He was the Jack i would get. And he was perfect in every way Jack was perfect and then some.
was when I realized... He had given no guarantee that he'd be back at all. He'd left the night before with no explanation or plan. The thought terrified me. I needed him again. He'd hooked me. The way he moved, the way he felt, the confidence that flowed from his every word. I needed my hands on him again, I needed his hands on me. I craved his lips on mine. It was painful how much I needed his touch again.
"Mark?"
Speak of the Devil. His voice was muffled through my door. The deja vu crashed over me with ferocity as i recalled the night before. His trembling voice. Mark?
Jack was calling me. I didn't want to go out yet though. I had a fear that if I saw his face then, it would destroy me. I'd have to touch him, whether he was the right Jack or not. I couldn't let that happen.
"Busy!"
"Need any help?"
"No, I've got it!"
There was a pause. I knew he was still outside my door. There had been no footsteps to signify otherwise. A few more seconds went by. I could swear i heard him mumbling to himself. I tried to make it out.
"Ye told me he'd want my help!"
Pause.
"I didn't... I was confused too..."
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Don't Tell Jack... (Mark X Anti)
FanfictionMark has always liked Jack, but to his disappointment and heartbreak, Jack is insistent on being friends. He sadly accepts the fact that Septiplier is in fact dead. Until one night, he discovers that Jack has a weak spot. every once in a while, he a...