Septiplier.

Excuses.

Mark pulled into the drive way as he turned off the car. Yami got out of the car and yawned as he opened the trunk. Mark helped Yami bring his bags in as he set them down by the door. Mark shut the trunk as he walked inside with Yami and locked the door behind them.

"Ah, I missed this place.." Yami said abs he ran his fingers down the paint chipped wall, slowly climbing the steps. "Join me~?" Yami said seductively as he opened Marks door. Mark chuckled as he followed after Yami. Mark grabbed Yamis waist and pulled him close as they embraced in a deep kiss. Mark pulled up Yamis shirt as he traced his fingers down his chest and to his pants, tugging on the bottom of them as they moved to Marks bed. Yami lay on the bed as Mark took off his shirt and knelt over Yami, kissing him before biting his neck softly.

Mark kissed down Yamis stomach as he licked around the buckle of his pants. Yami ran his fingers through Marks hair, messing it up as Mark took his glasses off. Mark undid Yamis buckle and unziped his phe ts before a vibration was felt in Yamis back pocket.

"Shit, shit! Mark, get up!" Mark sat up and looked at Yami as he struggled for his phone, flipping it open to see a missed call from his mum. "What is it?" Mark asked as he looked at Yami worryingly. "It was my mum, Mark I got to call her ba-" Mark flung his arms up in the air as he stood up, placing his hands on his head. "Yeah, what ever, call her back.." Yami got up and dialed his mums number as he placed the flip phone to his ear. It dialed as Mark heard his mother's frantic voice through the other side.

"What?!" Yami exclaimed as he stared at the floor with a worried expression on his face. "Y-yeah.. I'll tell him.. Yeah. Okay, love you too.." Yami slowly pulled the phone away from his ear as he closed it. He sat on the bed with his face in his hands as he moved them up through his hair. "Bloody hell.." Yami muttered as he moved his hands from his head to his mouth, cuffing them around his chin.

"What, what is it?" Mark said staring Yami down. "My pa.. He got into an accident.. I have to leave wensday.."

Marks face went dull as he grabbed a tiny box Tim off the shelf and threw it across the room. It hit the wall as Yami jumped, tears filling his eyes.

"For fucks sake!!" Mark yells as he sits on the floor, his face in his hands as Yami softly cries.

"Mark.. Please don't be this way.." Yami pleaded as tears rolled down his face and off his chin.

"Well what fucking way can I be, Yami?! You want me to be all Mr. Nice guy when my fucking boyfriend has to leave in 2 days?!" Mark shouted at Yami as Yami cried louder.

Mark stood up and hugged him as he cried with him. He shifted Yami into his lap as he stroked his hair. "I'm..sorry..Yami. Please don't cry.."