Hoarded Ships

The job wasn’t all that fancy and you could be pretty casual with your work wear but there was always that one meeting where his boss insisted that everyone wear suits. Maybe now it was because he stressed the point of looking presentable to new clients and the extending partners overseas. But wether it was back home or not, Mark did not like fussing with it. 

Its not like suits are bad, but he’d rather be willing to wear one then be forced to. He still felt like shit, and moving alone was a task, adding a stiff un-breathable suit in the mixture, he’ll look like a malfunctioning rumba --And the STUPID DAMN TIE was being a pain in his neck. His fingers didn’t seem to want to work either. He threw his head back, elbows falling to their sides as he exhaled his frustration loudly through his mouth silently crushing the stars for making him even more shit at the things he was already shit at.

“Need some help?” Jack smiled from the bathroom doorway and the look Mark gave begged for mercy. 

“Here, here,” Jack strode up and took the tie in his hands, smiling while undoing the mess Mark made. “You take those tablets I gave ya?” Mark nodded; he’d given him some Iron supplements along with breakfast. Sad to see he was still in a bit of a mess though even after all that rest-then again he was out about a quart of blood. That shit doesn’t grow back over night. 

“You really think their going to believe it was a mugging?” Mark perked up among the silence as Jack fixed his tie pulling it through the last hoop and adjusted it. “I think so, as long as you don’t try to convince anyone other wise,” Sean’s tone was light, smile still atone but his eyes were intense. The same red ring Mark had seen when he had bitten two nights ago appeared once more. Dancing along his pupil and mixing into the blue of his iris as if it had always been there. It wasn’t as vibrant as it was then, though it still struck fear into him and Jack’s smile grew as he watch Mark gulp nervously.

Jacks eyes wondered back to his tie again, finishing off his work but caught sight of his neck before pulling it up to the collar, “Oh no, looks like its opened up again.” He gave a ‘tsk’ sound and moved the white of Mark’s shirt away from his neck, lucky none of it had touched the fabric. “May I?” 

Mark was confused by the question. Sean’s eyes weren’t intimidating anymore however. They were rather gentle actually which added to Mark’s confusion. He wasn’t sure of what he was going to do but Mark nodded anyway; he didn’t want people to know so he wasn’t like he going to bite him again. Right?

Jack delightfully smiled when he returned his attention to Mark’s neck. He unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt before pushing the cloth to the side. The next movement surprised Mark as much as it made him flush a shade of red. Sean licked from the base of his right collar up to his jawline, the motion making Mark shutter and he could hear a soft giggle escape Sean. He lapped once more for good measure before returning his stance away from Mark’s personal space, admiring his work. “All better!” He stated proudly.

Mark looked passed him to the mirror and was shocked. It look like it had been healed for about a week suddenly. Maybe more by the fact the bruising didn’t seem to look so heavy now. “Wow…” was the only thing to escape Mark’s lips as he moved his head around to examine it but was quickly snapped back to face who patted his chest roughly and gave him a stern look. He shook his head no before buttoning the shirt back up then fixing his tie in place and adjusting his coat.

“It’s only temporary and is meant to keep it from bleeding however if ye stress it to much it’ll come back open.” Jack brushed some lint off his shoulder and took in the sight of Mark.

He was pale. Looking far too tired for his own good and the bruising coming up from his collar still looked pretty badly but that aside he was rather handsome in a suit. It made Jack cock a brow, "You know, you look good in a suit.” He looked up to him and Mark scoffed at the statement, “I look like shit.” He sighed before looking down to the floor and blushing slightly; which with the paleness of his skin made it very noticeable, “…but thank you.” 

Jack seemed to smile genuinely at that.

—————

Mark was quickly brought back to reality again. Even though the man was taking care of him, feeding him, even helping him dress for that matter! This was still a hostage sort of situation. …a really shitty job of a hostage situation. It was more like an over protective parent watching over a teenager.

Mark was leaning his right elbow on the door of the car as his hand held up his head. He sighed. Sean was next to him fiddling with his knees that keep knocking into Mark’s. The Taxi was cramped but Jack refused to let Mark go to work alone.  

“Don’t you have videos to make?” Mark’s eyes glanced over, slight annoyance to his voice as the car hummed through traffic. Jack rolled his eyes keeping himself looking ahead. He seemed focused. “I have backups, besides I will work on more when I drop you off.” Oh so you weren’t going to follow me into the office then? Mark thought, by this point he could have swore the man wasn’t going to let him do anything on his own. 

“Why are you even here with me?” Mark questioned, raising a brow. He was being a bit boorish but he wasn’t comfortable with all of it. Though honestly he kind of enjoyed the attention but he tried to push that feeling down; no one enjoys being taken against their will. Well in this case more like Baby-sat. Mark’s a grown ass man.

“Cause I want to get my point across,” Sean’s voice was quiet from its usual loud and Mark straightened a bit. He could tell he was being serious, or the look he gave said so. It was the same look that made him fearful. It was almost expressionless if not for the way his eyes danced with tones of royal. It was becoming common now. Sean squinted, body leaning in slightly as he continued, “You know that you’d suffer heavy consequences if anyone were to find out. I wasn’t kidding when I said you’re not to breath a word of this and to try your best to convince your coworkers that your appearance was indeed that of a mugging.” He finished and sat back in his seat, crossing his arms as he sighed. There wasn’t a word spoken between them rest of the ride and the thick atmosphere was awkward and unpleasant.  Mark shouldn’t have questioned him. His curiosity was always present but so was his attitude, and it was his attitude acting out this time. Being stuck in this position wasn’t exactly ideal for him. He was away from home and he was hoping to actually be able to be his own man for the duration of his stay in the country. Unlike at home where he still lived with his mother. Guess some things will never be in his favor. Its what he gets for jumping the gun. Acting like a little fun wouldn’t have consequences. He thought for once though that maybe he could. But life hasn’t been that way for him so far so what’s coming to a new country going to do? Then again he found out vampirism is a real thing.  

They finally arrived and at least Mark could be free from the tension. Swept into a whole other kind of tension but at least he wouldn’t have to feel this between Jack and him. It didn’t seem right. Sean had grabbed Marks arm just before he shut the taxi door however. He wasn’t rough and this serious laced body language died significantly and almost seemed concerned? It took Mark back a bit. “Remember no funny business alright? Or I’ll have to do something drastic,” He didn’t make eye contact with Mark. He was looking down, almost avoiding eye contact but he squeezed slightly on Mark’s forearm as he spoke. It was like he felt guilty about he said. Mark couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. Even if he was being unreasonable, Mark wasn’t being the best either. He seemed to keep reminding himself that they both didn’t ask for this. As stupid as that one, he couldn’t help but feel differently about the whole endeavor. Mark smiled kindly, genuinely as he could offer. Nodding at the man in hopes the other would catch his acknowledgement. Sean glimpsed at him for a moment. It seemed like he was relieved for a moment. His kind blue eyes less fearful and real? Mark couldn’t explain it. It was all so strange and like that the moment was over. Taxi driver called out and Sean let go him, shutting the door and leaving Mark to be conflicted again.

—————

Work was long, annoying, and draining… but Mark was finally at his cubicle taking a breather. He’d long abandoned his jacket that laid hap hazardly over the back of his chair and he was already ready to roll up his sleeves to alleviate the heat coming off him but the idea was put to a halt when his focus was more on the pounding of his head. He really didn’t need to get sick on top of this. Was this what it was like to have blood loss? 

“You okay Mark?” A small voice caught his attention and Mark looked up from where he held his head and glanced to the right where a semi tall lanky man with large ears and a concerned face stood. 

Mark gave sigh as he smiled gently to the man, ”Hey Marlilnden.” Mark sat up now and swiveled his chair to properly look at his friend. “I’m doing alright just really sore and tired still.” 

“I wouldn’t doubt that. Its it true what they said happen, bat and all?” The man looked relieved, relaxing a bit as he approached Mark, leaning on the cubical giving him worrisome yet curious eyes. 

Mark was caught off guard by that one. Had he missed something in Sean’s texts? Whatever the case he made sure not to let it show through and made a mental note to ask the ass what he had exactly said happened in the supposable mugging. “Yeah, its true. It hit me out of no where if you catch my drift.” He chuckled sarcastically and Marlilnden bought it, shaking his head at the poorly made pun. 

“I’m really sorry that happened, you always seem the catch the bad streaks of luck. Is there anything I can do for you Mark?”

This hadn’t been the first time for Mark, not that he get bitten by crazed vampire Youtubers all the time but bad luck always runs into him. From getting his wallet stolen, to getting sick and in the hospital, or being blamed for a work incident that wasn’t his fault. Guess it’s different when you’re excited about it. 

Mark shook his head that thought and smiled up to his friend. ”Nah Marli, I’m okay, just need to get some proper rest.” 

He returned with a kind smile and placed a hand on Mark’s shoulder. “Well if there is anything you need, don’t be a stranger Mark. I will be here if you need anything,” he stated before he was off. Marlilnden was a good friend. Not someone he personally knew outside of work, other then the few times they’ve hung out. He was a very shy and nervous man but always stuck up for Mark, which was nice to have in a shitty place like this.

—————

It’s always the last few minutes of work that seems like the longest. You think school was bad but work was a whole new environment of strain and stress. Mark was thankful though. He didn’t want to be here anymore and knowing if Jack was as serious about bringing him to work, Mark wondered if he was just as serious about bringing him back home? He didn’t want to chance him waiting. “Hey Mark, boss wants to see you in his office before you go okay?” Mark glanced over quickly to see Marry as she smiled and nodded, bouncing as she lingered on the side of Mark’s cube. Ready to move and go; Mark didn’t make her wait longer as he acknowledged her and she was off as swiftly as she arrived. Great. Finally getting to go home and now this. Now it made him worry if Jack was going to do anything ‘drastic’ with Mark being late on leaving. He hoped not, and assumed he wouldn’t be inconsiderate but with how fast he’d go from person to... whatever that was.   It worried Mark now. Needless to say however, he was equally worried about what his boss was going to do. As intimidating as Jack could be, his boss was a worry that plagued him for years and he new the consequences of negative actions. Mark took a deep breath as he stood in the large office. Gifted to the man by the head of the Irish project. A lot of space to have just to sit and point people to here and where. His boss wasn’t there, which wasn’t unusual. He was busy talking to the partners and this was like any other day being called to discuss something. Mark knew the drill and it was better to wait then to wait for the other to show before stepping in. He wasn’t the most patient of men. Mark learned that the hard way. And just like his patience he had no consideration for anyone else. Way to make Mark even more worried and anxious about his position. It had been almost twenty minutes! And with every minute passed he grew more and more uneasy. How was he even going to explain himself? What was worth so much time wasted? Mark jolted suddenly. Flinching from the instant arching of his head moving backwards. Unable to catch the grunt that escaped his breath was rough hands manhandled him.   The hand held him at the base of it, pressing into the juncture between shoulder and side, grazing the wound as a thumb moved across the skin. Warmth of breath creeping along with it. He tried his best to keep his composer in the awkward position but couldn’t keep himself from swallowing the lump that formed in his throat. Mark winced as he was finally let go. Held quickly on to the side of his neck, rubbing the back of it to sooth the dull pain that erupted as he watch the man strode around him too the large desk and took a seat. “Sorry about that, just making sure if the rumors were true.” The man had no subtlety, and where at least he was honest, bore the crude and careless nature of a man who only concern was diligence and numbers. Mark didn’t think he was that heartless but he found that out shortly after working under him. His name was Marvin. 5’8, thin, with flat dark hair that covered his ears and touched his brows. Eyes were small, tired, but with a wide mouth it seemed like he was smiling at all times. Not an inviting one though, more like of one of those creepy smiles that weren’t intentional. His expression was emotionless other then that. Mark stood nervously as he watched Marvin eye him up and down. Looking for any sign of doubt; or fake façade. “Got yourself in a harsh tussle the other day huh?” Marvin finally spoke, sighing as he turned his attention to papers on his desk. “Can’t say I approve of such behavior.” That wasn’t directed toward his potential ‘attacker’. No that was at Mark directly. Marvin believed the reason incidents happen isn’t because of the cause but because of the person who allowed it to happen. Like it was as much fault to the abused, if not more then the abuser. Things he really didn’t like about the man, but bore with along with everyone else. Marvin slipped on a small pair of reading glasses, framed in a gold metal as he picked up papers staring at them in a more attentive manner humming. A moment passed where it seemed like he’d forgotten the other was in the room and sighed, “Some things that can’t be helped though. And knowing how that feels...” He slid down the frames, giving Mark the once over again, “ and how this looks, I’m assured you won’t get caught up in the wrong part of the city again.” It was more of a demand then a request, which it came out like a statement. Mark eternally rolled his eyes. “But seeing as you’re in distress, and I can’t have anyone lacking on this project. Everyone needs to be at their peek- You have tomorrow off.” Mark blinked. What? He returned his focus on the papers, “Just make sure your measures are in order and paper work is up to schedule.” He stated as an end of conversation and gestured for Mark to leave with the small wave of his hand. “Y-yes sir, I’ll make sure all is in check. Thank you,” he blurted out quickly and hurried on his way, he was already late. But this is something that never happens, Mark was grateful. Maybe his luck was turning. “And Mark,” he glanced back, cautious as he stopped midway out through the door. “If this isn’t an honest incident, I will find out.”

————— 

The ground was fresh still; dampen dark by the rain that had commenced earlier. Mark tested the traction on the top step with his shoe. Wasn’t too slippery and deemed safe to proceed down the steps. It was quiet out.

Though the weather was poorly it hadn’t detoured people from being out and about. It was the norm of Ireland after all. Rain was common, however it was just odd how calm everything seemed. Even with people walking around and cars passing here and there, everything seemed muffled. 

Maybe it was his head. His boss really worked a number by yanking his neck back like he did. Mark rubbed at the recollection. At least he was free from work for tomorrow and the weekend. Maybe he could get a prober rest from all that’s happened the past few days. Making it to the final step, Mark looked around as he waited. Though the odd muffled silence that was present, it was peaceful. Normal almost to the chaotic strange mess he got himself into the past few days.  It had been a while sense he had just stopped and people watched. Speaking of which, where was Jack? Maybe he thought he got off an hour later then he stated? Assuming as much he died down his nerves. He wasn’t as worried about making the right time out with out suspicion. Mark was thankful for that cause he was in pain now and it was irritating. He didn’t want to put much focus on anything else right now or deal with an upset Jack. Looking at his watch now it was still quite a bit of a wait till the next hour and looking at the sky Mark didn’t want to stay that long and get wet. Looking back forward he either go back inside or hail a Taxi himself. Possibly go next store and wait in the flower shop or the pub across the way. That’s when he spotted two men. Officers. They were standing around the outside of the pub. Talking to a person, looking like they were catching up with them with how casual it seemed. Mark contemplated. He looked to his left then to his right, the road wasn’t busy. It wasn’t that wide either so he could easily cross it quick enough if he had to. Run even in his state, desperation makes anyone do crazy things. He looked back over at the duo and stared for a moment, what was holding him back?

Lord knows how much his boss would nag him for not getting enough sleep. “Engineers have to be at their best to preform the best!” Bullshit, but still he needed to get up and get ready for the long day ahead of him. In the thought of /needing to prepare himself for work/ he couldn’t help but recall the weird ass dream he had last night. Having a one nightstand with a Youtuber who happened to be a vampire that held you hostage because you where a fan. He really should stop playing those weird indie horror games. Sitting up; Mark urged himself to wake more knowing nothing would get done with him laying there. However the motion caused him to reel back Just as he got up. He gasp for air when hot pain mix dizziness surged through him. Grabbing at the source as it throbbed immensely hoping the touch would ease the pain. Alarmed when his fingers ran over a protrusion that stung with the caress.   He began to panic. His eyes weren’t good to begin with but the intensity of pain made his focus worse and unwilling; not having registered someone was talking to him till different colors came to vision as sound finally followed. "Sean?” was all he asked before realization swept over him. He closed his eyes before sighing and it was just like that his shock dissipated. “Fuck it wasn’t a dream…” Sean raised a knowing brow or so it looked like it? “Why are all you humans insistent that when things that are un-normal happen, you always assume its a dream?” 

Mark laughed. Still loosely in denial but pain reminded him just how real it all was, “Cause this shit doesn’t happen in real life.”

“Well I hate to break it to you man - but this is reality,” Jack rolled his eyes before wigging his fingers mockingly towards Mark. He shook his head at the childish display, pain quickly dulling the longer he adjusted to his sitting position. Just becoming more annoyed by the fact rather then relived. Then it suddenly came back to him. Considering the light coming in from the window to his right that was black before he’d passed out. It was the next day. “Shit I’m late!” He cruised loudly then spun quickly to the left side of the bed before getting up. It was much to fast and if sitting up caused him such pain, standing was ten times worse. His head swirled and body gave stumbling forward. If Jack hadn’t rushed over to him his head would have surly met the wall.

“You can’t move so fast ya silly, ya can’t barely even sit properly yet,” Jack said guiding and placing him back on the bed gently. Mark gave a pouty look that was hardly visible with his lack of focus-jumbled head. “No thanks to you,” he spat breathing heavily as his body caught back up to him again. Jack shrug off nonchalantly. The man could barely keep his head upright but Jack’s consideration for the matter was making it worse in his opinion. It was apparent he wasn’t going to be able to go to work today. In this condition he’s pretty useless but the other didn’t have to act like an ass; it was his fault he was like this in the first place. Mark looked around at his surroundings after he gathered himself once again. The room was more decorated then he remembered last night. The room seemed ‘too nice’ for a guessed room, at least he assumed it was one. May be it was Jacks? Glancing at his shirt, he wasn’t in the clothes he wore last night. Can’t say white was best idea but to think Jack dressed him was a thought he didn’t want to ponder long about. And speaking of the man was just staring at him. How did he get stuck in this situation? Not wanting to question it anymore, and ready to move on Mark looking around searching for his phone. ”Where did you put my phone?” Asking since it wasn’t near by on the night stand or bed and Jack had changed his clothes so he must have placed it some where along with his glasses and other items. The longer he waited the more his boss would ring his neck for being a ‘no call, no show’ but it took him by surprise when Jack handed it to him. He had it in his pocket. The next sentence left him modified. “Your boss is pissed by-the-way, but don’t worry I took care of things.” Mark fumbled. He hurried to look through the device, distress washing over him. “You went through my PHONE!?” he exclaimed in a higher tone. 

“What?” Jack questioned. “How else was I going to make sure no one came looking for ya? I have to say ye really don’t have much of a social life. Ye would’ve been a perfect target if ya hadn’t watched my videos.” Jack sighed light heartedly ignoring the concern coming from the other.

“Thanks…” Mark retorted shortly; at this point as he just rolled his eyes, not trying to take that too personally at the moment. He was too focused on what crazy man had said to his boss. Or anyone else for that matter! Jack nodded in return almost as if proud of himself for doing something good. It wasn’t long before Mark snapped back at him after reading the texts, “You said I got mugged?!” The messages between him and work were horrible. None of it sounded remotely like they way he talks and he was going to be a hell of a time trying to explain himself when he went back to work. If he was even able to after all of this!

“Sounded convincing …enough. At least enough was said for them not to recognize yer neck as some kinky stranger sex,” Jack proceeded with a wiggle of his eyebrows and Mark glanced him a vexatious look. “My boss is gong to hurdle me,” he slapped his face with his hand and dragged it down along the expanse of it letting out an exasperated sigh.

“Hey just see it as a day off!” Jack smiled reassuringly, hands proudly on his hips as he looked at Mark.  

“A day off trapped HERE! You better be glad I can’t move,” Mark hissed getting more then annoyed with him now. He was acting like it was some kind of fucking game and Mark didn’t appreciate it. Jack simply curled the sides of his lips deviously as he focused his eyes onto the other. He jolted at Mark, pinning him back flush to the bed as either hand trapped Mark in place. The American didn’t know what was up till he saw Jack’s half lidded eyes and the small distance between them. “Don’t underestimate me Mark,” Jack spoke smoothly. “I’m more powerful then you, even on a bad day.” He grinned playfully as Mark swallowed nervously. Jack finally lengthened the space between after satisfied with making his point, or making Mark feel uncomfortable.

He returned to his upright stance then sighed, “Plus yer not fully trapped, yer welcome to rome the apartment. Though I can’t say ye’d get far in yer condition. But at least I had yer things brought from the hotel so ya can use them. That place was shady by-the-way, if I didn’t bite ya something there probably would have.”

“WHAT?!” Mark was appalled. “You not only invaded my phone and privacy, but you broke into my hotel room too?!” Regardless of the occurrences that just happened, Mark was still baffled at the man getting into everything that was his. IT was confusing the way he acted so calmly then jump as soon as Mark got to rowdy. He couldn’t believe this; literally his hands were open in front of him as he sat up once more just in awe of the situation. “Yep,” Jack smiled placing the palms of hands flatly together staring at Mark who’s only option was to sulk at this point. “Don’t get yer panties all up in a wad, its not that bad,” he waved.

Mark sighed in defeat, almost; giving up reason to be understanding of the man. “Yeah, like being drained alive isn’t. Not to mention be held captive by some vampire who doesn’t want to blow his cover. God forbid being discovered that you’re some fucking blood sucker by a fan.” He cupped his face with his hands, rubbing at the annoyance nagging at his temple. It was apparent the statement had changed his mood. He was silent and Mark looked up as atmosphere had suddenly halted. “You’ll be fine…” His tone was flat; he patted Mark on the shoulder carelessly which sent chills through him at the cold expression Jack gave him. He turned and walking out of room. Mark caught his eyes as he glanced back mid doorway before he shut the door roughly behind him.

Mark kind of felt bad now. He shouldn’t feel bad because he’s the one that was holding him against his will now on top of all the other shit. But maybe that was a bit harsh…

—————

It was probably midday. Yeah half passed four now that Mark checked his phone. His glasses had been kindly placed next to it on the nightstand; Sean must have set them there while he was sleeping. Mark sighed. He still felt bad about earlier, but there wasn’t much he could do about it and put the frames over his eyes as he sat up slowly. Feeling just as tired as he did earlier and that didn’t help it either. Rubbing the palms of his hands into his eyes he groaned vocally before readjusting the glasses. Still frustrated but didn’t like the fact that he was tired more then anything. He hated feeling tired, probably because he felt tired all the time and he was annoyed by it’s constant upkeep in his life. His head snapped up as he heard the door click open.

It shouldn’t have surprised him that it was Sean, and it didn’t; but what did was the fact he had a tray in his hands. Mark was instantly hit with the smell and god did it smell good. Sean finally met his eyes and smiled softly, acting a bit nervous as he walked in. “Sorry this took so long, I didn’t have food in the house so I had to go get some and let me tell ya, I remember why I hate going to the mart,” he chuckled. He bought this for him?

Sean made it over to the left side of the bed and Mark adjusted his siting position as he set the tray on his lap. It was a large steak, tenderloin by the looks of it. Covered in a whitish cream sauce with what looked like fresh Lima beans and broccoli. There was also a side of mashed potatoes, the skins still left on mixed with a clear leaf he guessed was cabbage by the way it looked and smelled. Everything was dressed in herbs and a tall glass of orange juice garnished with a strawberry complemented the presentation. The steam of it alone was fogging up Mark’s glasses and he hadn’t realized how hungry he was till just now.

“You made this?” Mark tilted his head up curiously at Sean, eyes filled within awe and the man blushed. Swiping his left hand through his greying hair, he looked away from Mark shuffling a bit, “Y-yea. I can’t say I’d be any good, I haven’t cooked in a long time—“ "Oh my god its fantastic!” Mark interrupted after he eagerly took a bite. He couldn’t wait anymore! His voice was muffled with food and but Sean staggered and looked back to Mark, voice perking up, “Really?”

“Yeah! God this is really good, and I’m hungry so this is the worst thing to put in front of me right now. How were you able to make it so good?” Mark spoke with his mouth full again, covering it with a hand this time being a bit more discreet as he chewed. Plus the food was a lot hotter then expected and he was impatient. He swallowed and cleared his throat, “I mean you had to go and buy the food so I take it you only consume, -ah, blood and stuff?” Mark avoiding Jacks eyes as realized what he was saying. Jack simply took a seat at the end of the bed; across from where Mark was before crossing his legs comfortably and smiling gently.

“No, though honestly I could survive off of it alone. I can consume foods as a means of energy if I haven’t had blood for a while, or for pleasure. ‘Heighten senses and what not’ as ya all put it. Things are just better as a ‘Vampire’, hence the taste of food.” He added quotations with his fingers before rising his brow, giving Mark an eloquent look but smiling none the less. It was nice to see Sean’s face so relaxed and easy. It was similar to his videos and Mark really enjoyed that about them. The feeling of remorse was setting in again but Mark set it aside and continued. “So it’s just like a back up then? Then why did you bite me?” Mark eyed him as he took another bite of food. Sean rolled his eyes. “It might be a ‘back up’ but I still want blood. Plus it’s 100% better for energy and all that mumbo jumbo. It’s like people who have cravings accept it’s all the time and it’s always for blood.” Jack said flatly before sighing as he watched Mark eat.

Mark got nervous again. Thinking about this, everything and what it was. These kinds of situations could be a lot worse. Even with as crazy as an idea this was he didn’t have to be treated like this. If it was helping for alternative reasons Mark didn’t feel like just someone that the other only wanted to use. Swallowing his food before taking the napkin and wiping his mouth clean, Mark cleared his throat, “Thank you.”

Sean arched his brow. He was taken back by the gesture before grinning delightedly, "Yer welcome.” His smile was warm and contagious; Mark couldn’t help but return with one himself. And now that Mark had time to appreciate it, he had to admit it was better in person. “I’m just glad it tastes good. I tried to go for more hearty things considering you need the nourishment and hopefully can bring your iron levels back up.” Jack looked over the half eaten plate before glancing back up to him. A kind look plastered on his face.

“Do you treat all the people you bite of this well?” Mark chuckled not realizing he said that aloud. So when Jack furrowed his brow Mark quickly added in hopes to not make it seem like he was being cheeky, “Not that you don’t, you just said you usually just give them a good night and send them on their way… so I guess what I’m trying to say is that I feel special? Considering the predicament and not having the energy to make much of a choice. Its not as bad as it could be, being held against my will.” Mark smiled kindly. Genuine almost cause who likes being held captive, though if its ever like this he’d be willing to change his mind. He laughed trying to play it off as cool  as he could and Jack just smirked at him. 

“At least I’m not making ya be my servant, or some sex slave …but the way you were moaning last night I don’t think ye’d complain much about that.” Jack leaned his head back and grinned licking the bottom of the tops of his teeth and the sight made Mark almost choke out the next bite. Jack giggled at him while he coughed, struggling to compose himself and admiring how he tried not to make himself not seem so obvious he was red in the face. It was too late for that.

“It had been a long time okay! And your one to talk Mr. grind.” Jack laughed at the remark as Mark patted his chest to will his food to go down smoother, “Speaking of, how far where you just going to go last night?” That question making him perk up at Mark, only making him even redder in the face then he already was. Awkward to the response he  shovel more food in his mouth so he wouldn’t say anything else stupid.

Sean thought for a moment. He eyed him down before breaking into a sweet smile, which was defiantly full of dirty undertones, catching Mark’s own making his heart bounce. “If I’m honest I was going to go through with it. Yer not bad looking and though the pub was quite the act for me I still would have enjoyed the off. It was just a bonus you had an attractive spiel to ya. Just a shame ye came to yer senses so quickly but I guess that was my own fault for not having feed in a while too.” Jack inhaled and exhaled as he place his head in his hand and elbow on his knee looking at the other man. 

Mark was kind of flattered by that. Sex was what he was after but he’s glad it kinda didn’t happen that way, why was he glad about that? Well sad in a sense they didn’t get go all the way but he was kind of enjoying himself now. It was something different in his boring routine and habits. It took being bitten by some crazed Youtuber during a one night stand then getting kidnapped and held against your will but it was exciting. Though he finds it hard to believe most of it, he actually feels better; a lot better then he has in a long time considering.  

He took a swig from the glass licking his lips of the juice afterwards and moving his lip to one side “I’m flattered really, thank you. But you mean to tell me that wasn’t the usual you?” Mark arched a brow as mouth arched to one side. “Well you are Jacksepticeye so I can see why that wouldn’t be you but looking back I having a feeling that could be very much you. Mischievous and playful; especially when horny.” 

“Oh really?” Jack bit is lip, eyes half closed with a raised brow again. “How can you be so sure?”

“Its just a theory really,” Mark closed his eyes and hummed. “But I’d have to get to know him in person to prove it.” Mark grinned and Jack gave him a look he couldn’t quite read. It seemed interested and devious but holding back a little. Maybe he shouldn’t have said it, then again he hasn’t flirted in a while, years actually and who flirts after this kind of thing? Why was Mark even enjoying himself? "You should get some sleep right now. You have work tomorrow.” Jack finally spoke before he got up and cleared the tray from Mark’s lap. Mark’s previous concerns were out and groaned vocally at the reminder like a small child. “But I’ve been sleeping all day!” He whined.

“You know, you don’t have to do that…,”came nervously behind me from the other voice in the room.

“Like Hell I do! Have you seen howhorrifically bad your heating plates are on this thing?” I exclaimed, taking aglimpse over my shoulder to the tall brunette with a hand raised in questionwhile poking around in the oven. He raised his brows as if surprised by thefact. He was the one who pointed them out to me, no need to play dumb now causeyou feel bad for calling me Xephos!

Examining his expression however, I diedmy intensity down a bit. He knew as well as I did that he didn’t like callingme for help. He felt bad about it every time but I was his only hope at thispoint considering how his co partners scared everyone else off. Taking my hand form the air back I rested it on my knee as I glanced back downat the tools by my feet. Taking a calm breath I reiterated.

“This wont run properly if I don’t.Everything is jagged and out of place on your levels. It’s a wonder that youguys were able to make cookies for so long as it is with out blowing somethingup.” I looked back up to him. 

He looked like a frayed mess of bakinggoods mixed with exhaustion that cooked too long in the oven and burned if youasked me. His hair was all out of place and sticking to his forehead. The majority of himwas covered in flour; honestly he really should invest in a longer apron. Hewas too tall for a Honeydew size.However if you minus the few dark spots along his face and fore arms from whenwas fiddling with the oven previously, one would say it was just another day inthe bakery. 

Xephos usually wasn’t so fidgety though,today hadn’t seemed to be his day and knowing how I felt about working on selfmade contraptions it didn’t seem to make him feel any less wrecked.

“Look Xeph, its okay,” I tried to sayreassuringly, with out letting my demur seem deflated and annoyed; that washard, mind you. I had to close my eyes to gather myself before hand. I don’tlike Stone Age technology for a reason. Anything under a gas stove for that matter.

“Its no trouble to fix this, It’s justbeen a while. Some readjusting to the brick placement, which isn’t a hasslegiven you all still have a lot of material from the build, and some caulking tofix the crack then your oven should be as good as new,” I instructed. “If notbetter then it was – Let me guess Duncan was responsible for this one’sdesign?” I could hear him chuckle and I shook my head in the same manor.

That blonde was a “crazed scientist” whenit came to half the contraptions in ‘JaffaFactory Pastries and Home Comforts’. They really should have a professional do the stone work if they weren’t goingto bring in anything electrical.

They were all stubborn though.

I tried not to look back up to Xephosnow. I know what the reaction would be and my cool would falter because of it. Butdespite my efforts I still turned and gave him a positive smile for the added assurance.

God I really shouldn’t have though.

He looked so damn relieved. His browswere still knit so closely together, arched in such way that the pain and tirednesssimply washed away leaving him with a sweet caring smile; and those deep blues pouringout appreciation with every passing moment–Mybreath hitched–Good lord its no wonder I agreed to fix half of thebusiness shit all the time. I should have a cut by now.

I quickly looked away. Picking up whereI left off in the lopsided oven desperately trying to get that face out of myhead,“Ya don’t have to look so damn cute about it, Xeph. I just said itsno trouble. You can go back home and rest now. You’ll be able to make yourbaked goods again by tomorrow.” I grumbled at this point, hoping he’d take mytone as a means to leave now. The job was hard enough as it is with out himstaring over my shoulder really.“Did you just call me cute?”

…

There was a deafening silence before Irealized my mistake.

I could literally hear the smug lookroll on his face and I didn’t dare look back to him. Damnit of all the things, why did I haveto say that right now?And God he’s never gonna to let melive that down! Stupid Stupid Stu— BAM!

I could only hear airhissed through teeth and barley registered the hand taken from my back. Hewas probably wincing as much as I was cringing as I desperately held onto myhead after removing it from the oven contemplating if I caused anymore damageto the damn that from the force of that impact.

“Jesus Xeph, you can’t sneak up on aperson when their head is in the oven!” I spat, or tried to. It was difficultwhen your slightly whimpering like a dog.

“Sorry Rythian, I didn’t know you’d jumplike that.” He said apologetically as possible though I could still catch theslight humor that played in his voice. The bastard.

“Here let me see it.” He saidsoftly as he gently took my hands away and assessed my now injured cranium.

“Its not so bad,” he said at firstbefore I shot my head away when pain enveloped for a moment when he touched thetender spot. “Sorry, sorry.” I only grumbled as he cooed to me, rubbing thetender area soothingly. 

Godis it getting hot in here or did that oven mess with my head? Why did I have to say that to him. And why does Xephos always have to be theone to find me in situations like this. Why didn’t the oven just take me out?

I was caught off guard; taken from mythoughts as he pulled me into his arms, barring my head into his collar. When did he get on his knees? And mostof all why did he feel the need to hug me. His motherly nature was taking over,Jesus it wasn’t that bad of a hit. This certainly wasn’t making the heat situation any better.

I immediately froze though as soon aslips made contact to the top of my head. 

“I think your cute too, Rythian,” Heleaned his head on top of mine, gently rubbing my back in a comforting manner.I swear I could hear him smile and it all was only making me more hot and wishingI could take it all back or just die…

He closed his fist tightly, digging hisblunt nails into his palm trying to steady his thoughts and keep himself fromreaching over and taking the other’s hand as they walked.

His emotions probably wouldn’t be soancy if it weren’t for the event. That and the fact the two were sharing aroom. Hotel costs are high and for anyone who wanted to go to a convention ingeneral would need to get roommates for the weekend. College was bad enough asit is, so freely agreeing to room with him again was the right choice but theworst idea.

He let air leave through his mouth. He hadn’treleased he was holding his breath in till now. 

“You okay?” came softly from thatfamiliar yet painful voice. 

Now, now, you love that voice, its onlypainful cause you know he’s not interested. Don’t take your lack of acceptanceout on him. The raven-haired composed himself quickly and turned to his right offering agentle smile in return giving as much excitement he could to his voice, “I’mdoing great!” 

He caught eyes with the other however.It was apparent he didn’t sound convincing to him. Concerned plagued thosewonderful blue eyes and he couldn’t help but think that it should never be there,especially if caused by him and his lack of control.

He couldn’t keep eye contact much longerafter that and he looked to the floor. 

“I’m just a little uncomfortable,” helaughed. Acting nonchalantly about it before looking forward. Brow arched upwardsas he watched the mass amount of people walk around them. “As many times asI’ve been to conventions it still never gets easy,” he shook his head andsighed attempting to change subjects.

It wasn’t completely a lie either,crowds where never his thing; not that he couldn’t handle them. But conventionswere way worse when it comes to being too close for comfort with people. Andpeople who usually weren’t used to crowds all shoved into a space. It was chaosreally. Plus it was a good enough excuse for Jack not to question it. 

“Mark.“Or so he hoped.

The voice brought him out of his thoughtsas he turned to the right of him again. The warmth of a slender hand squeezedhis shoulder as the other’s expression was filled with concern though it stillbore a smile. 

They had stopped now and Mark was stuckwith facing his friend. Friend. It pinchedhis chested to use the term. He actually adored that term in honesty butcouldn’t help but feel sadden by it when comparing it to the other.

“We don’t have to do this,” Jack spokesoftly, voice apparent with worry but his atmosphere was clam and gentle. Bluemet brown and he smiled wider towards Mark confidently and Mark couldn’t helpbut stare back at him in awe. He took in every inch of his face, the warmthradiated off of him and the way it seem so kind and understanding could makeanyone feel like they were the center of his universe. Even if it wasn’t fullythe truth, his caring nature always brought the man a comfort he’s never feltbut always adored.

Jack was the first to break contact thistime looking over to the crowds as if collecting his thoughts to speak. If youblinked you could have missed it but Mark swore that he blushed. Mark’s browgrew to the center once more before looking out to the crowd along with him. Hedidn’t know his build up tension was making Jack uncomfortable.

“I know your fondness for crowds aren’t ah-the best, but you were excited for thiscon for weeks.” Jack said quietly, almost sadden by the statement. 

That was true, he had raved about thegaming convention end on end and he was stillexcited about it. But during the last two weeks he couldn’t bring himselfout of the rut he put himself into about his feelings towards Jack. It was hisown fault really, Jack loved him, not in the way he wanted and in honesty hedidn’t mind that. Its just hard finding yourself wanting more from someone whenyou can’t have it. That ‘expectation’ that you create that leaves youdisappointed even with people you care most about. 

He shouldn’t be doing this to Jack, thiswas their weekend away from school drama and life stress. He didn’t need tobring Jack down with him.“Look I know I seem a little off but I am still excited about this Jack,” Mark lookedover form where he had been staring off and smiled genuinely as possible overat his friend. 

Jack’s expression was still knitted but Markwas serious, in as happy a manner as he had been in a long while because he wasexcited about the con, and getting to experience with Jack was something helooked forward too. Being able to do anything with him was exciting. He just needed to get over himself.

“I-“

“I know when something’s eating at youMark. I have roomed with you for over 3 years, and counting. I have seen you atyour best and at your worst,” Jack cut him off and sighed looking down. The  ‘problem’ was causing him to worry and Markwas kicking himself for being so transparent. An unexpected chuckle came from Jack before looking over to Mark with smug andknowing look, “Mostly worst cause fuck it if anyone can make it a week with outbreaking down in Mr. Hanson’s class.”

An involuntary chuckle spurt from thehalf Asian that grew into a hardy laugh along with Jack’s. Professor Hanson’s classwas the absolute fucking worse. You can literally hear him from a mile a waywhen he starts an argument and could practically sense the fear in everyonearound you. Everyone knew the lashing that waited the poor student whochallenged him.

“But in all seriousness,” Jack let hislaughter die down and took a breath to calm himself ignoring the random staresfrom people around them. “Whatever it is, ‘who’everit is. Is taking you from your enjoyment here. This is a weekend away from allthe issues and enjoy in something you love to do man.”

Mark wanted to say something to that. Anythingbut he couldn’t bring himself to speak. It’s like being caught in a lie and youcan’t say anything other then the truth and the truth was the last thing he wantedto spill.

“You know we don’t have to stay here ifyou don’t want to,” Jack spoke softly watching Mark as he c=gave him a confusedlooked.“What do you mean, we kind of already paid for the hotel room and everything sothat be-“ 

“No! No,no  I didn’t mean-damnit,” He was fumbling withthe misunderstanding for a moment till he closed his eyes. ”We can still go tothe convention, I mean we’re standing right here in the middle of the damnthing, but what I meant –you’ve been stressed. We don’t have to add to thatwith he crowds and people, we don’t even have to go back to the room but youneed to get this off your chest dude. I want you to enjoy yourself, I hate tosee you strung up in a mess over things, you deserve a break Mark.”

That stung. At the same time it alsomade him happy, stupid for not realizing what he meant though. He was toocaught up in himself in the moment to see things right in front of him.The care the other had, the attention to detail and able to pick up onothers.  Either it was Mark’s poor senseof containment or just Jacks ability to read people; which he was sure was thelater. Mark needed to get over this, not for the sake of Jack but for himself.Accepting what is and letting it go of what won’t be. Mark took a deep breath.

“I’m okay Jack…. I mean, I’m not okaybut I am getting over it.” He sighed looking down letting his should fall withthe breath.“Sometimes we all can’t get what we want. And I’m just being difficult aboutit. I can’t expect to be in a relationship with someone who doesn’t share thesame feelings as mine and I can’t hold them to that. I will be all right though.I’m being mopey but I realize that even passed all this stuff they still careas deeply for me as I do for them, it’s just not the same motives.”He’d get over it, and it wasn’t like he was losing. Jack just meant a lot tohim and he still does; nothing is going to change that. He smiled and looked over to Jack kindly, “I’ll be fine.” 

Jack studied his face for a momentbefore he sighed in relief. He must have known for a while now. Mark had the tendencyof not realizing how brunt he could be about things without actually sayingthem. More often then none. Things to work on he supposed.

He placed his own hand on top of Jacksand gave it a squeeze as his  smile grew,“And I do feel better now Jack. I think I did need to get that out of mysystem. Thank you.”

Jack smiled brightly to where Mark’s heartswelled; more then usual. Maybe it was the moment. He may not have the more hewanted with him but he wouldn’t lose anything from him and his admiration andrelationship with Jack would only grow. That he couldn’t be happier about, andthings would be okay. 

Jack chuckled. Smiling in his reliefseemingly glad it wasn’t something far worse which Mark suspected he thoughttoo cause he always did. “I’m glad to hear it, honestly I was scared you had gotten yourself in a nastyrelationship without telling me like you had with Batts back second year.”

He knew he thought worse but not that worse! Mark physically cringed at thename, “Oh god dude, never-not in a million years ever. A fire like that I knowI could never handle again.” He laughed at the notion; he wasn’t the best atpicking the right people to date, or more so was a push over when saying no topeople.  Poor Jack always got the bruntof that drama. He was thankful it wasn’t that kind of situation.

Jack squeezed his shoulder once morebefore relishing his hand from between it and Marks, bringing it back to hisside. “Honestly I’m relived to hear you hadn’t gotten into another nasty relationship,or one in general, would’ve made my chances slim.”

“Trust me, if you taught me anything isnever to go for—“ Mark stopped and blinked a few times. Was that? He’d turned to look at Jack who was staring down at the ground with wideeyes and a furious flush across his face.

Mark couldn’t help but smile, “Did youjust?”

“Did I just what?” Jack shot up. Hesmiled widely and changed his stance quickly as his eyes looked from side toside nervously before changing subject just as fast, “Well hey since you gotthat out of your system, how about we go and check out that new games booththen? You’ve been talking about how you  wanting to check that out while we were here.We still have some time before Pewdiepie panel!” 

Jack just rambled chuckling as he fiddlehis pockets to find the con map. Mark hadn’t really paid attention to what elsehe had said as that sentence played over in his mind as he stared at the other.Jack stopped talking as he looked up from the paper over to Mark. If he wasn’tflush before he was now as Mark’s eyes lidded and a large grin grew across hislips.

“Jaaack,”Mark hummed drawing out the vowel in his name.

“W-What?” Jack quickly looked awayand scratched his under nose furiously with the top of his index finger, ahabit he did when he was nervous.

“You just confessed a secret didn’t you?”Mark leaned in and raised a brow. In any other instances this would be a jokebut Mark just knew better and Jack gave away all the guilty signs.

“N-No I didn’t, I don’t know what yourtalking about!” Jack rocked on balls of his feet looking at the paper heclutched before shooting forward, quickly walking away where Mark followed swiftlyalong.