Killer Love(Septiplier)

Home? Home.

I lay on top of him, gasping for air, but the happiest I'd been in a long while.

He smiled, a real smile. It was more beautiful than anything I'd seen tonight. I slid off him, and pulled my jeans and boxers back up, closing the button. He did the same.

I laughed a little, at his messy, but still ridiculously attractive hair.

"Tonight has been the best one of my life." I grinned, kissing him again. "I'm almost glad you kidnapped me."

His face fell. "Mark...? When do you want to go home?"

Home. My heart soared at the thought of seeing Matt and Ryan again; and our dogs Lego, and Chica again. But I looked at his face... but home.

"As soon as I can..."

He nodded. "I have one condition."

"Which is?" I asked quietly.

"You... I... I can control myself, when I'm with you. You give me something to hold on to. A reason to stay human. I don't ever want to be without you. So... I want to go with you. That's my condition. I go with you."

"And if I say no?" I said, not sure if I wanted the answer.

"Then nothing. You go home. I'll try to hold on for as long as I can."

"Of course you can come with me." I kissed his neck, and pulled him close to me.

He stiffened, and his eyes flashed green, and he squeezed them shut, and muttered something. It was my name. Over and over. When he opened his eyes again, they were blue. "Thank you... My- My other side didn't like the thought of me letting you go. It tried to take over, and the thought of you helped me keep control."

I rubbed his back, and bit his ear a little, making him gasp in pleasure.

"Good. I'm glad I can help... Now... Can- can I have my phone back? To tell my friends I'll be home soon?" I asked hesitantly, tangling my fingers in his hair.

He got up and went into the house without a word.

I sighed. "Oh fuck."

He returned. With a knife. He threw something else at me. It was my phone.

"Jack...?"

He stayed silent. I had no missed calls, but a text from Matt that was from two days ago.

Hey Mark. I know family emergencies can take a while, but when do you think you'll be back? It's been a month and a half.

"Jack what do I tell him? And what did you grab a knife for?"

He picked up the cheese and started to cut slices.

"Oh. Okay, but how much of the truth do I tell him? Because he's gonna question the scars."

"However much you want to tell him. Just... I want him to meet me, and not have his first thought be 'Oh, this is the man who hurt my best friend.' Do you get what I mean?" He went back to cutting the block of cheese.

"Yeah. I understand." I dialed Matt's number.

"Hey! Mark!" Matt laughed, "How are you man?"

"Uh... There was no family emergency. I uh..."

Jack whispered. "Can you put it on speaker? I'll keep my mouth shut, I just want to know how he reacts..."

I nodded, and put the call on speaker. I explained everything, except I said that Antonius and Jack were two different people. When I was done, Matt was crying.

"Oh my God Mark..." He choked, "I can't imagine..."

"I'm okay Matt. Anti is gone."

"Yeah, yeah, just come home soon..." he begged.

"I will. And uh, Jack's coming with me. We're kind of together."

Matt laughed. "No shit? Well, I look forward to meeting him. And I'll tell Ryan you're okay. And Chica really misses you. See you soon?"

"Yeah. See you soon." I hung up, grinning at the thought of seeing them all again. Then the laugh that had been building up, crawled back down my throat to die.

Jack had had his fist in his mouth, trying to hold back tears, and he stopped trying. "Thank you... For not making me look like the enemy."

"Of course. Hey, c'mere." I pulled him onto my lap and let him cry. "It's okay."

He collected himself, and kissed me gently, his lips barely brushing mine. "Wanna start packing now?"

"No. I want to enjoy this night out here with you." I kissed him a little deeper.

"Okay. I'm okay with that." He pulled away, and replaced his lips against mine, with a cracker and cheese. I bit into it, laughing. It was good. Kind of a... more-intense Parmesan.

"It's called Dubliner. It's the best, isn't it?"

"Oh definitely. It's really good." I nodded. It was pretty damn good. "But real talk. How did you even get me here?" I asked. I was desperate to know. I mean, come on. He had to get me halfway across the planet. I ate another cracker and cheese.

"I kept you sedated, and put you in a coffin. Pretended I was shipping a dead soldier home."

"That's... Inventive. I like it." I laughed.

"What?" He looked confused.

"It's creative. And genius."

"If you say so."

I pulled him to me, and slid an arm around his waist. "So. How do you want to spend the rest of the night?"

"I don't care how we spend it." He threw the knife, and it stuck perfectly into the cheese block. "As long as I get to keep spending it with you."

I grinned. "Same goes for me. Know any constellations?"

"All of them."

He taught me the constellations, and told me the Irish myths behind some of them, until the sun rose and we couldn't see the stars anymore.

He started to get tired, and I hummed him to sleep with Beethoven's "Egmont Overture."