Don't Tell Jack... (Mark X Anti)

Part 19

Jacks POV

I didn't think-

Ye didn't think what? Ye didn't think he'd be mad? People say things all the time. Ta make other people feel better. But deep down, he still hates you. And I still need ta sort it out. Vidicon is mine. Ye can calm down, it'll turn out okay.

I sighed shakily. He was right. As always. But I had actually started to think mark still liked me. And it felt good... how stupid was I?

Would ye mind if I took over just a few minutes? Just fer some small sorting out.

He'd been taking over a lot lately. But every time, things did get a little better. At least for a while. I'd have to be an idiot to decline him when he offered. My Partner always knew best. I put my faith in him.

Of course... only a few minutes.

Thanks a million Sean...

You're welcome... anytime. You don't need to ask.

Ooh. Really?

He seemed to perk up. Like he'd been anticipating the question. It seemed odd... but who was I to question it? He made my life better. Why would I care when he did it?

Really. Anytime I need help.

Hm... deal...?

He seemed so unsure. He was My Partner. I needed him. Of course I didn't mind.

Deal.

There was an odd feeling in my chest as I spoke the word. Like my chest opened, my inner self became my outer self, sort of... free?

Ye have no idea how much that means to me. Partner.

I felt myself drift off. He remembered to let me fall asleep first this time. I silently thanked him as I closed my eyes. I felt him shift foreword and envelop my limbs. They weren't mine anymore. And I was glad.

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/dialogue/; He was waiting. I couldn't wait to put my hands on him again and see him melt into that impressionable mold. I could shape him. I could use him.
/action/;*grips hands*
*giggles*
/dialogue/; I think different from people. People ask "why" this and "why" that. Frankly I think it's boring to answer. Their minds don't work correctly. They run on those questions. "Who what when where why". Their world would change without them. But me, my mind doesn't work like that. So here's some simple answers that can place hold for me. Who? Whoever. What? Anything. When? When I feel like it. Where? Wherever seems right. Why? ...why the hell not?
/action/; *approach _MARK_*
/view/; _door_
/action/; *knockX2*
/dialogue/; As I waited I imagined him. That Mark. Such prey to emotion. Such an easy target. He cared about My Host. Was I supposed to stay put and let this potential victim go unbothered? I hate objectives. they make life seem stoic and cold. Boring. But if I was asked to name mine?
/objective//; _CHAOS.exe_/action/;disperse_//action/;remove_order
/dialogue/; A good one isn't it? And it got better. Because this particular chaos happened to feel... pretty good.
/view/; _open door_
/view/; _MARK_
/action/; *giggle*
/dialogue/; His wide eyes made me laugh out loud. No matter how many times I told him I'd be back, his eyes filled with wonder each time he saw me. I didn't see any point in putting it off. For my intentions to play out I needed to step up my game.
/action/; *kiss _MARK_* *remove _shirt;_MARK_* *remove _shirt; _SEAN_
/action/; */run//SEX.exe
/dialogue/; And it felt just as good as always. His moans drove me. I imagined each sound from his lips as a bit of order slipping from the lives of both he and My Host. I stole each one with my own lips, savoring it. Confused? Good. It's my job.