"y/n...my love." Mark's thumb traces your bottom lip.

My love? This moment would be sickingly sweet if it wasn't for the fact that you're not his anymore.

"Mark...I'm not-" You start, the quiver in your voice matching the shiver of your body.

"Shhh it's okay, we don't have to do that tonight if you're not in the mood."

Do what?! Now you're so confused. Is he trying to get back with you? Does he think you're still together?

Does he have amnesia or something?

"Mark what are you-!" He pulls you into a hug. It takes you by surprise, you haven't seen him in months. Haven't heard his voice in forever. He inhales your scent, holds you like you're precious because he's scared to lose you. You hate to admit it but a small part of you like it. That same part of you yearns to have him back.

And wanting him back scared you so much. But not enough to stop him from kissing you. The brush of your lips against his sets off butterflies in your stomach. There's zero space between you and him, and yet he wants you closer.

It feels like a sick twisted version of heaven being with him like this again. The kiss deepens until for some reason he stops and pushes you back down on your bed.

That gentle look in his replaced with something much colder. That memory of you leaving him just resurfaced.

And now it feels like you broke his heart twice. But this time he'll fix it. This time he won't let you leave. Especially not with the way he's fucking you in a full nelson. You can't escape the pleasure and you don't want to. It's his name that you should have been screaming all this time. It's his dick that you should have been taking. It's his hand around your neck that you've missed so much.

It was always supposed to be him. It was always supposed to be this way.

And it's this way it's going to stay.

This time he'll make sure you'll never leave again.

VILTRUMITE MARK has no idea where he is right now. This isn't Viltrum. Everyone here is so kind and helpful, and weak. Why is this species so weak? That's not even the important part. The important part here is why do you know who he is? He's never been to this planet before, at least he thinks he hasn't. So why do you, a very attractive inhabitant of this planet, know his name?

"Mark, are you okay?" You look so afraid for his safety which confuses him even further. He's a viltrumite, no one stands a chance fighting him so why are you so scared? "Baby you look a little dazed..."

Baby?! Why did you just call him that?

"Who are you?" He stares down at your worried expressions that only worsens.

"Um y/n...? Is this a bad attempt at a joke?" You grin. Why is your smile so pretty? "You never joke around so something is definitely wrong."

"How do you know me?" He grabs your arm rougher than what you're used to.

"Mark you're my boyfriend, what do you mean?"

Your his lover? You mean to tell him he fell in love on this planet? He doesn't believe a word you're saying. Then you gently grab his face and look into his eyes with a softness that makes him falter. Why he's letting you do this, who knows but it feels nice. Mark ignores the pounding of his heart in his chest. He's not here to fall in love with your charming voice, captivating eyes, or soft touch.

But he does for a second time.

"Do you have amnesia? Is that what he did to you?" You ask. One second he's fighting some rando and the next he's acting like he doesn't know you. He has no clue what you're talking about and honestly he doesn't really care. He has orders to procreate with a species as close to viltrumites as possible and that's what you look like. Out of some random impulse Mark decides to kiss you. If you're who you say you are there shouldn't be a problem.

And there isn't. You have no problem getting on your knees in some random alley way, your hands locked onto his thighs as he shoves his hard dick down your throat. Looking down at you, your eyes teary and cheeks hollowed out Mark mentally scolds himself. How could he ever forget you, the first person to make him blush and see stars. He buries a hand into your hair, using it to pull your mouth up and down on his length.

He knows you can take it, you always do but a small part of him feels bad. First he completely forgot who you were and now he's using your mouth like a fleshlight. Not a single complaint comes out of you though. Because once he finishes he always returns the favor, how could he not give the most mind numbing head to his one and only?

SHIESTY MARK was a complete idiot before he got amnesia and a even worse one with it. You were helping him fight some poor hero, not that he needed help you just like watching. It was fun until Mark got hit with some kind of blast and let the hero get away. Now Mark looks all confused for some reason.

"Mark you okay?" You ask, tapping him on the shoulder.

You can't see his expression but you can tell he's looking at you weird.

"Who the fuck are you?"

"Huh?" You reach out for him but he steps back. "Mark what are you talking about?"

"Look hot-stuff either you start explaining how you know my name or else you're dead."

You completely ignore his threat because the whole he reason he likes you so much is because he can't kill you so easily. Mark always talks so big but you know who's really underneath all that talk.

"Mark you're my fucking boyfriend, what do you mean how do I know your name?" You start to think maybe he has amnesia or something.

"Wait boyfriend?....Actually...you're starting to look familiar..." His hand placed on his chin as if he's thinking.

"Really?" You ask surprised, this was easier than you thought.

"Fuck no." Ah. Of course he's not gonna believe you. "No way I'm falling for that sweetheart"

You grimace at his use of pet names, you forgot how lowkey cringe he was when you first met him. How you fell in love with him is a mystery even to yourself. You start to grow irritated with this whole amnesia situation, honestly it's just annoying.

You reach out and grab his flowy mask that you love hate so much, pulling Mark closer to you. He grunts, surprised at not only the contact but at how strong you are too.

"Maybe an ass-kicking might jog your memory then? Huh, Grayson?" In his eyes you're a sexy stranger with a temper who looks like they could beat his ass and nothing is more arousing than that to him.

"I got a better idea." His hands snake down your sides, thumbs drawing circles on your hips. You can see a smirk under his stupid mask and you start to catch his drift.

Of course even after losing his memory he's still down to fuck.

You often pretend it annoys you but you're just as sex addicted as he is. You pull his mask to the side and crash your lips onto his. Mark hungrily kisses you back, before you can really get into it he pulls away.

"Mark wha-"

"Holy shit you weren't lying!" He says a little too happy.

"No shit I wasn't lying, dumbass!" You were about to punch his arm until you ask him how he knows that.

"Seems like some good lovin' is the cure babe." His lips drag down your neck. "Only way to know is if we test it out yeah?"

His theory passes the test with flying colors. Apologies for forgetting you fall from his lips along with his moans from your hand jerking him off. "M' sorry babe..f-fuck...yeah keep going." Mark's head rests on your shoulders, his hands drag up and down the curve of your back. His touch once soft and caressing now desperate and clawing once you stop stroking him, your fingers clenched around the head of his weeping erection.

"You? Sorry? Nah I don't believe you." Such teasing words whispered in his ears. Mark's cockiness and hot-headed exterior dissipates the second he's in your hands, no one else could ever make him feel like this. No one could ever challenge him the way you do, and for you he'll lose every time. "You gotta show me baby, c'mon fuck my hand real good and I'll let you fuck me next."

The last part of your sentence barely gets out and he's already thrusting into your hand.

You vow to kill whoever gave him amnesia, how dare they try and take him away from you? Mark is a idiot sure.

But he's your idiot.