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Exiled (Mark and Jack) (Part 5 v1)

A/N Take note: This version of part 5— due to the inquiry of quite a few people before I closed requests— will contain something called vore (SFW). If that's not your cup of tea, then mosey on to the non-vore version that is/will be located right after this post for your regular g/t content, and feel free to ignore this discretionary one so that others may enjoy it.

It was just like before, with the silence only being interrupted by the loud pattering of rain, and the occasional rumble and roar of thunder. But this time, Jack felt a sort of peace, calmness, even though he still flinched when the thunder boomed so loudly that the windows rattled. The lights were still out, leaving the human almost completely blind, but he had something to ground him, to keep the overwhelming openness of the darkness at bay: Mark.

Jack opened his eyes now to peek up at the giant. He was still nestled in the curve of Mark's hand, and he could just barely make out the looming silhouette— but the soft awe and gentle care in those caramel eyes was still somehow plain as day. He found himself staring back again, seeing those eyes in a new, less threatening, light. He wasn't sure if eye contact was considered a challenge in giants' culture, like most animals out in the wild did, but Mark had already been doing an awful lot of it; maybe it was meant to be disarming, even. A reassurance that he was seen, and acknowledged.

Mark's vision, on the other hand, could handle the darkness a bit better. It was good enough to make out all the thoughts that were visible on Jack's countenance, but he tried giving the human a soft smile of reassurance as he remained still otherwise.

"Are you still cold?" He quietly murmured, at as gentle of a baritone as he could manage. Jack blinked, finally sitting up from the hand. Mn, no, he didn't like how cold it felt still. But before he could respond, Amy's voice from back in the living room called out.

"Mark? Everything okay in there?"

"Oh, uh yeah!" Mark had turned his head and leaned in hopes of his voice not startling Jack; it still made the Irishman wince, but he felt nowhere near as much fear as earlier. "We're okay," Mark continued reassuringly. Lightning flashed again, but this time a different rumble accompanied it, making Mark pause. "Well, I'm actually a little hungry," he added, making Amy giggle.

"You're always hungry," she called back amusedly, "Do you want some hot cocoa?" Mark paused and looked back at Jack.

"Hot cocoa?" He offered. Jack hesitated before giving a small shake of his head. Mark nodded back, turning once more to relay the message.

"Not right now, thank you!" The giant then settled back down with a soft exhale, then gave Jack a sheepish grin. "You'd think having two stomachs would mean not having to eat as often," he chuckled. Bewilderment sparked in Jack's eyes.

"Two?" He echoed in a small voice.

"Yeah—" Mark had started to pull his hand away, but he was surprised to feel Jack instinctively press against it, fearful of it going away. So the giant let his hand remain, and placed his other hand above his upper abdomen. "The first one just stores food, but the second one does the digesting," he explained, "When food was even harder to get, having a full first stomach could help stave off any hunger." Jack felt his mouth go dry. By food, did he mean...? "Course, there was only so many animals to eat before proper preservation programs were set in place. The one for cows is really popular, it's the most fulfilling meat," Mark added with a small chuff. Jack relaxed; so he didn't mean humans. "Speaking of which, though... Should I get the rest of that back in the fridge?" Jack looked over at where he thought the plate was, but Mark picked up on this and frowned.

"Over here." Mark tapped the bedsheets next to him, making Jack turn again to stare blankly, trying to make out something in the complete darkness. "Can you not see in the dark...?" Jack ducked his head before shyly shaking it. Once more, Mark felt another wave of protectiveness as he realized yet again just how hard humans had had it. He sighed and shifted his thumb, giving Jack's frazzled hair a light rub to reassure him. "It's okay, I can see good enough for the both of us." Jack couldn't help but close his eyes and relax as his head was gingerly pet, eyelids feeling heavier than they were before. But another low rumble made him perk back up, shuddering and opting to nestle further against Mark's fingers. Mark's brow curved upward into another concerned frown.