Table Tongue (Markiwade/ Wadiplier )

Gaming Shenanigans

"No! N-ngh! No, don't you even-ugh!!!!! gODDAMNIT WADE!" A sudden burst of laughing and screaming erupted in front the camera, the wave of moles and rabbits ceased to pop up. "You son of a mother humper! How the hell are you so good at this game?!"
"I guess I'm just a better gamer than you." A smug smirk played onto Wade' s face, killing Mark even more. An evil idea popped into his mind.
"Hello everybody, my name is Markiplier, and welcome to another episode of mole hammers with this cheating son of a bitch, Wade, and I-"
"Shut up! We already started this episode six minutes ago, you sore loser!" Wade yelled through fits of laughter. Truth be told, this had already happened once, and it still killed him. The dork had invited him over for a game montage, and he was ultimately kicking his ass.
"It's time to play table tug already!" The other man had already gone into a fit of laughter, he loved messing with his taller friend.
"Okay, okay! Well everybody, remember that Wade always cheats, and now time for table tug~!" Before Wade could protest more, Mark turned off the camera to set up the next game.
After a few minutes of setting up and readjust the camera, the game was back on.
"Welcome back everybody, it's time to play a little game we like to call tUG THE TABLE!!! Time to show Wade his place~" Giving an 'are you kidding me' look to Mark, Wade looked into the camera and rolled his eyes.
"Like, comment, and subscribe if you think Mark is full of crap." He pointed at the bragging youtuber with his thumb, a tiny smirk on his face.
"Ah shahtup, let's play."
It felt so intense, the competition was fierce. Each struggling to stay on their own side, the table almost seemed to choose the winner each time. Seven minutes in, each had won two games, this was the tie breaking game, each had four points.
"This is for allllllllllll the diceeeeeee!!!!" Up and W ready, the two engaged in the tug or war. The odds against blue, dizzy with slippery floors, Wade was in trouble. About to admit failure, an idea popped in his mind. Without a second thought, Wade leaned over and licked the side of Mark's face. Freaked out by the sudden action, Mark was caught off guard. Seeing his chance, Wade swooped in and pulled the last point to blue, winning the tie breaker.
"yEAA!lORDMINION777 bE dA wINNERRRRR!!!!" Bursting into uncontrollable laughter, Wade actually fell put of his chair. Wiping his face furiously, Fischbach started emitting loud walrus noises.
"wHAT THE HELL WAS THAAAAAAAAAT?!?!??? yOU, AUDIENCE, YOU SAW HOW MUCH OF A CHEATER HE ISSSSS!!!" Table flipping the air, Mark looked as though he didn't know what to do, face flushing red. Returning to his seat, LordMinion777 was still laughing, that was too good.
"Mark, your skin...tastes... not like chicken." Speaking between his little spurts of laughter. Finally calming down, Wade wiped a tear from his eye.
"Dude, what the hell was that?!" Mark's flusteredness made Barnes' smile even wider.
"Table Tongue, that's what!" Realizing what he had meant, Fischbach joined in on the laughter.
"Oh my God, how do you remember that? God, that was forever ago!"
"Yea,last month, dumb bunny. Now come on, let's play soccer physics already!" Getting ready to change the game, Mark cut him off.
"No wait, gotta check something first, be right back guys." A smile still on his face, Mark shut off the camera, looking at Wade. " Heh, bro, what you did before.."
"Okay, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, licking the Markiplier is against the law, whatever." Rolling his eyes, the other man got up to get beer or some lemonade.
"No wait," the Markimoo caught Lord's arm, forcing him to stay. "What you did... it confused me... I mean, it wasn't the best thing ever, and it was weird... it gave me weird shivers..." As he spoke, he saw Wade' s face flush a bit as well. "Can I... try something? Like, an extreme challenge?"
"Uhh... Yea, sure, try away..." Looking genuinely surprised, Wade put his hands up, letting the other man do what he wanted.
"Close your eyes, would ya.." Cupping Lord's cheek with his hand, Mark slowly leaned in. Molly's not gonna like this... Closing his eyes, Wade waited for the inevitable. Hesitantly, Mark brushed his lips against Wade's. Surprisingly, they're soft... And nice... This shouldn't happen... But why stop... why did I want to do this...
The kiss was soft, cautious, something that you wouldn't expect from the two strong-willed men. After a few seconds, Markiplier pulled back, eyes still closed. Damnit, I don't want to open my eyes yet... he's probably staring at me in disgust... god damnit Mark... Finally, curiosity overthrew embarrassment, leading him to open his eye back up. When his friend was visible to him again, he realized that neither anger nor disgust seemed to show, only what seemed to conclude as confusion... and disappointment? Backing up a bit with his chair, Mark became rather flustered.
"I, I.... I'm sorry, that.... that was uncalled for... I mean, justー"
"Oh would ya shut it for a moment? I wasn't finished yet."
Pulling Mark's chair towards him, Wade pulled him back over and brought their lips back together, sincerely surprising the both of them. This time, the kiss lasted longer. Wade, being impatient, tried to pull the other man even closer, causing Fischbach to fall out of his seat. Out of panic, Mark tried to grab onto Wade's shirt, resulting in two dorky men sprawled on the floor. Rubbing the side of his head where it hit against the dark wood , Wade attempted to sit back up. This attempt was stopped short by a certain man looming over him, pinning him back to the ground.
"You dare throw me, the one and only Markiplier, down onto his own floor? That's against the law from where I'm from!" Using his overdramatic voice, Mark tried his best to put on a serious face. Still a bit confused, Wade raised an eyebrow.
"Okay deputy drama, what are you gonna do about it?"
"What am I gonna do about it? WHAT AM I GONNA DO ABOUT IT?! I'M GONNA... What am I gonna do about it?" Losing his sense of having the upper hand, Mark started to knit his brows in confusion. He honestly never expected this to happen, and he definitely never thought he'd get this far. Wade, realizing that as well, decided to take charge. Grabbing the shorter man's arms, he rolled them both so that he was on top, chucking smugly.
"Well deputy, if you're not going to do your job, I guess I'm gonna have to do it for ya." Pinning down Mark's wrists, Wade pressed his lips against his "prisoner's". At first, Fischbach resisted, trying to free himself from his confinement, but gave in after Barnes had started straddling his waist. As the man above him pressed against him, Mark emmited a quiet moan, causing Wade to add more heat to the kiss. Craving more of the wonderful noise, Barnes grazed his teeth against Mark's lips, making his moans rise. Damn, how does he do this so well? Even just this makes me want him... But he can't be mine... Not now, anyways...Damnit, I hate having to be the good guy...
Going against all of his wants, Mark forced himself to separate from his friend... They were still only friends, right?
"Wade... We can't do this..." feeling the weight of his friend shift and his grip on his wrists loosened, Markimoo sat himself up, leaving Barnes still straddling him.
"What? But why?... You can't say you didn't enjoy what I was doing, I heard the proof." Confused, as well as slightly aggravated, Wade frowned at the man. He didn't understand what could've been wrong, he thought his friend had liked what he was doing.
"It-it's not that," Mark started, feeling his skin grow hot at the mention of the noises he had been making. Biting his lip hesitantly, he continued. "It's just not fair to Molly. You know that you would be pissed if you found her making out with one of her friends." Knowing this was true, Wade nodded, pushing himself off Fischbach's lap and onto the floor. "Unless something happens and you two aren't together anymore, I just can't do this."

"I guess we got a bit carried away..." Embarrassment and guilt suddenly flooded through Barnes, he was being selfish, believing he could get away with showing love to not only his girlfriend, but his amazing friend as well. To tell the truth, he felt as though Molly and his relationship had been progressively weakening. In the beginning, it had been great, Wade felt like the happiest man in the world. As time went by, however, a feeling began to gnaw at him. Though he couldn't place why, he started feeling as though he was missing something in his life. At that time, he decided he was being irrational, that he could drown out the feeling in his love, but this could only last so long.

After what felt like too long, Wade had decided to talk to Mark about it. He knew that if he didn't talk to someone about how he was feeling, it would only make him feel worse. His visits with Mark started to become longer and more personal, though Mark never seemed to mind. What had astounded Wade though, was that when he was around Mark, those nagging, biting feelings seemed to be fulfilled, though he didn't know quite why. What he did find out though was how many of the little things that he started to pick up about his friend. Just like his freckles. He hasn't really noticed them before, but now he had realized how many tiny ones there were. That he had an adorable freckle on the middle of his forehead, above the edge of his left eyebrow. No, it isnt weird that he noticed it. Or that he called it adorable. Or that he wanted to kiss that freckle... Okay, it's weird. After he had noticed this weird feeling towards his buddy, he had realized that he needed to back up a bit from the situation. Soon, those visits became few, then stopped, Wade faking about how he felt better conpletely, though he was far from it. Now that he had known his issue, he couldn't get it out of his mind. Often distracted by his this thoughts, Molly wasn't getting him to engage in different things full heartedly, causing a rift.
I could end it now with her... He wanted to say, thoughts back in the present. I could give up what I have now, we could do this. He wanted to tell Mark that he was willing to end it all to try to make it work, but he knew now wasn't the time. With a sigh, the taller man rose off the floor in defeat.
"Well, first things first, we need to finish recording soccer physics." An apologetic smile on his face, Wade held his hand out to help his friend. Nodding, Mark took his hand and rose from wooden floor panels.
"Know what Wade?"
"Hm?"
"Since I feel bad for starting this, I've decided that I won't kick your ass too badly this round." Grinning, Wade rolled his eyes.
"Pfft, as if I need help to win against you."
"Oh shush, ya dingus"

-About twenty minutes later-

Finished with the game session, the two men were having a difficult time editing the video. When they had gone through that shenanigan earlier, the camera was shut off... The sound recording program had not.

((Hey guys, that was chapter one. Sorry to septiplier fans, I prefer this shipping... even if this first chapter was crud o.o'))