Compatibility

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Before he could even registered what could happen to him, or to his relationship with Simon for that matter, Markus found himself scooting over to him. He tried to make it seem casual but nothing about this seemed causal.

He knew he had been way too close for Simon's comfort. He knew and yet he continued to push it. Even though Markus could read it all on Simon. The uncomfortableness, the awkwardness. And yet, Simon didn't say a word. The only noise he made was the sound of his clothes, rubbing against the wood from scooting back. He was having faith that this was all in good reason. Having trust that Markus would only do such a thing for a good reason, only he knew about. He didn't need to hear it. He just had to trust.

Soon, Simon had been squished up to the railing at the ends of the row of seats they had been sitting in. At this point, it had seemed like he was over heating. A normal Markus would never make such an irrational decision. But somehow, somewhere in Markus' system, it was saying to keep going. To push it even farther. Simon had been trying to rationalize what had been going on. It felt like trying to solve a puzzle with a 10-foot heater inches away from him. They were so close. So close that Markus was surprised that Simon confided in him this much.

Markus' drive to do this was not lust. He wasn't doing this for his sexual pleasures.(whatever that was) He was trying to find something, anything in Simon's facial expressions that indicated something other than friendship. Something that told Markus something like 'Kiss me' or 'I've been secretly in love with you since you saved me from Stratford Tower'

He was looking more for the second one.

Simon finally surrendered into Markus' aurora. His presence, his existence was more than Simon could handle with him as close as he was. He licked his lips, ready to say something. "Markus. . . you're. . . you—" Simon had trouble getting those words out, but when he did, something inside Markus snapped. And when it did, that voice that was telling him to keep pushing, was now telling him to stop. Like when a traffic light randomly turns red, and you're nowhere near stopping. But despite his strongest efforts, it was now his own brain that had been controlling his decision, and he didn't want to precisely stop yet. He had come too far to start all over. If he backed away now, he would never know the answer. "Markus." Simon's voice was quiet but firm. He sounded confused, like telling him to do what he was going to do, or get away from him. Markus figured his plan was completely useless and proved nothing, meaning he just made a deep cut in their relationship.
He was about to give up when he had a thought.

If he actually didn't like me here.. he could get up and leave.
Why isn't he doing that?

Markus knew there was something there. He wanted to dig for it, but he didn't know how. He didn't know how to dig into Simon's heart. He would have to rip it out, and dig through the deepest ends of it, just to find his answer. Simon kept so much of himself deep inside him. He never let anyone in. Not until now that he had met Markus. Something about him gave Simon comfort, and Markus knew it. He'd studied him before when he first arrived at Jericho. He observed the way he carried himself. He wasn't like this with other androids. Markus brought his lips less than an inch away from Simon's. Their eyes met, and Markus could see his panic. He could feel his blue heart pump a million times a second. Markus was so tempted to rest his palm against his chest, to feel it on his hands. Now that he was thinking about temptation, kissing him right then and there would be one of them too. So tempting. There eyes had been digging into each others souls. Simon may have as well downloaded all his thoughts onto a flash drive and plug it into a computer to watch. Markus could feel his breath on the tip of his tongue. But at the end of it all, all Markus was proving was how much he himself actually liked Simon. Which was ironic because it was supposed to be the other way around. Markus closed his eyes and sighed, disappointed in, not only his results, but his behavior. He wanted to curse himself out in a different language so Simon wouldn't have to hear such words coming out of his mouth. His initial action was to back away, give Simon his well deserved personal space. But that's not exactly how things turned out. Simon grabbed Markus' collar, and kissed him. At first it was harsh, but only because of how they entered it. But soon enough, they both relaxed into it. Markus was more surprised than he should've been. What did he think would happen? Markus was not thinking of this at that moment though, and soon enough, the voice telling him to keep pushing was back.

Simon: ^^^ Companion?

Simon put his hands on Markus' chest and pushed him back, he quickly got up and rushed out of the room as his hands covered his mouth.

Markus couldn't help but get a burst of hot blue blood travel to his face -almost coming out of his nose- In a couple hours; North, Josh, Markus, and Simon would have to go to the next board meeting together. With what just happened, Markus highly doubted that Simon would even show, let alone sit in a car next to Markus. He needed something to take his mind off Simon, then he remembered the canvas in front of him and got an idea.

He would paint.

He always loved painting, well actually not always. Carl taught him how to love the art, and Markus would always thank him for that. He went around the room,  trying to find were Simon would have put the art supplies. Probably somewhere in the bottom shelves Markus thought. He found them exactly where he thought they were, and set them down on the seat behind him. The canvas was flipped around, so Markus flipped it the right way.

Except, it wasn't what he was expecting.

What he was expecting was a blank, ready-to-use, new canvas. What he got was what he suspected was a painting of himself. He couldn't be sure because there had been no features on the face, only color. What did it for him though, was the blue and green, heterochromatic eyes.

Markus couldn't help but to wonder if Simon had been drawing him. Markus felt extra extra guilty. Not only did he make Simon wait so long, he pressured him into kissing Markus. He needed to apologize. Markus knew he would be forgiven within three seconds of his apology, but he just wanted Simon to know Markus didn't mean any of it in the way he thought. Although, Markus knew Simon. He knew Simon liked being alone with his thoughts when something happens. What he needed was time, and space. Markus was willing to give him as much as he needed.

Markus sighed, and set out to find a new canvas around Jericho. He found one and set it on the stool, painting whatever his heart desired.
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Like thanks for much for 100 reads like I didn't think this many people would like my crap fic but glad you all are enjoying it💖💓💕💘💖💗❤️