Intensity: A Septiplier Fanfic

Recording

Sean swiveled over to Mark in their recording room. 

"Heeey, I'm done recording."

Mark waved his hand, trying to focus on the game. 

"As you all can see, Jack is here with me," Mark laughed. It was always their joke; fans from both sides had seen the men in the background of each other's videos. 

"Now wheeere are the notes," Mark mumbled, hunching into his keyboard again.

"Oh oh, over there!" Jack yelled, pointing to an area on the screen.

"Damnit Jack, I wanted to find them all by myself!" Mark groaned. He walked over on the game, begrudgingly picking up the note.

"Well sooooorry. I'll just go play Happy Wheels or something to kill time then." he sighed, pushing his lime hair back in pseudo annoyance. 

"No babe, wait," Mark said. He stuck out his arm, grabbing the Irishman by the wrist and pulling him towards the seat.

"Are you mad?" He asked sincerely.

"I don't know," Jack mocked, "Am I?"

"Are you testing me?"

Jack grinned, folding his arms over his chest. He went to walk away, but he was pulled onto Mark's leg before he could get away.

"You want this to be a war, don't you?"

"So what if I do," Jack sneered. His back was turned to Mark in defiance. 

Mark wrapped his muscular arms around Jack's waist, pulling his back to Mark's face. He pushed his nose into Jack's shoulder blade, making him shudder. 

"Don't test me," he growled. Mark nipped at Jack's shirt, his dark eyes drowning his pupils. 

Jack turned slightly, only to be met by a powerful kiss. Mark pushed their lips onto each others, never breaking contact from Jack's waist. He fought against Mark's advantages, trying to get on his nerves. 

"I'm going to break you," Mark whispered, placing kisses on Jack's jaw. All at once, he lost his grip, wrapping his arms around Mark's neck and deepening the kiss. Their heads moved from side to side, their arms entwined with each other's bodies.

"Wait," Mark gasped, pulling away.

"Mnh, what is it?" Jack whined, kissing his ear.

"My camera is still on."

Jack stopped for a moment, looking into the lens of the recorder. The light was red, showing that Mark was right.

He looked to the ceiling in thought for a moment, then grinned, bringing his topaz eyes back to Mark's chocolate ones.

"Leave it."