"Mark?" Jack called from downstairs.
"Yeah?" Mark replied from their bedroom upstairs.
"Could you come down here for a second?"
"Sure, baby. I'll be there in a minute or two."
Jack waited impatiently for Mark to walk down the stairs. It was Mark's birthday, and Jack had a gift for Mark that they were both sure to love.
"Hurry up, ya goofball!" Jack playfully shouted.
"Okay, okay. I'm coming!" Mark said, laughing as he started down the stairs. When he reached the bottom step, blood rushed to his cheeks, resulting in a crimson coloration.
"What took you so long, Markimoo?" Jack inquired, smirking at the older man's reaction.
Mark slowly walked closer to the couch where Jack was laying, wearing nothing but warfstache boxers and a devilish grin.
"I-I was cleaning.." Mark stuttered.
"Well that blows," Jack said bluntly as he sat up. "That means you made me wait for no important reason."
"Actually," Mark started, leaning towards Jack, "the only thing that blows around here is going to be you."
Then it was the Irishman's turn to blush. At Mark's statement, Jack was gently forced onto his knees.
"Oh really?" Jack asked, smirking more than ever.
"Yeah. So get busy." Mark said in a firm tone.
Jack loved when Mark was being dominate, but he also loved playing hard to get. Especially when Mark wanted complete control.
"Make me," Jack said with a mischievous smile.
"That can be arranged..." Mark said in a sexy, deep voice.
***
After several hours of fun and a shower, the two men cuddled on the couch, watching a horror film. Every time something scary happened -or every time he thought something scary was about to happen- Jack hid his face in Mark's chest and got so close that he might as well have been sitting in Mark's lap. Mark, of course, had no complaints about that. In fact, he thought it was adorable when Jack was scared and looking to him for comfort.
Just as Jack had successfully hidden his beautiful, ocean-blue eyes, a bloodcurdling scream erupted from the flat-screen television, giving the smaller man a little jolt.
"Aww, don't be scared, Jackaboy," Mark said, smiling down at the love of his life. "I'll always be here to protect you."
Mark's sweet words made Jack blush and nuzzle further into his chest.
"Thanks, Markimoo. I'm glad I have you to protect me," Jack said as he reached up and played with Mark's red floof.
"And I'm just glad I have you..." Mark said, happily.
Jack sat up and looked into Mark's chocolate-brown portals, and all he could do was melt on the spot.
"I love you, Mark."
Mark didn't say anything at first. He instead leaned forward, and the two shared a deep, passionate kiss before Mark finally responded.
"I love you, too, Sean. And I always will."
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Septiplier One-Shots
FanfictionThis is a book of Septiplier one-shots. It consists of mostly fluff, and some extremely light lemon, but no full-on lemon or smut (I don't have a problem with it, I just don't write it). Enjoy!! :D