Septiplier One-Shots

The House

"Why are we here?" Jack asked, a little annoyed. Mark had promised him a fun day, and so far, they'd been in a car for three hours only to arrive at a crappy old house in the middle of the woods. That wasn't exactly Jack's idea of fun. In fact, it was the complete opposite. Had he not known Mark as well as he did, he would've suspected that he was about to be murdered.

"If you'd quit looking so agitated and get out of the car, I'd show you why!" Mark replied.

"Fine," Jack sighed.

The two got out of the car and began the short walk to the house. When they got to the door, they found that it was locked.

"Boost me up." Jack requested.

"And what will that accomplish?" Mark asked.

Jack merely shook his head at Mark's idiotic question as he pointed to an open window on the second floor.

"Oh." Mark said, embarrassed by his own stupidity.

Mark positioned his hands and crouched, ready to boost Jack up. Jack got a slight running start before stepping onto Mark's hands and jumping up to grab the windowsill. As he jumped, Jack's lower region accidentally brushed against Mark's face, making both of them turn redder than a tomato.

"S-sorry about that. I didn't mean t-"

"It's fine," Mark said, interrupted. "Don't worry about it. Accidents happen."

Jack scrambled to pull himself up and into the window, making sure to help Mark do the same.

"So why are we here?" Jack asked again, still confused.

"Because this place is haunted, and I think it'd be cool to spend the night here!"

At that point, Jack was convinced that Mark was either a bigger moron than he originally thought, or he was absolutely insane. Possibly even both.

***

After a while of exploring the house, the two men began to notice strange and creepy things. Old, dry blood painted the walls, there were random holes everywhere, and, possibly worst of all, there were loud, unexplainable noises. Gunshots, screaming, footsteps, growls, and several other alarming sounds could be heard constantly. Mark was right. There was something in that house that was definitely otherworldly. And they were the current prey of whatever beasts were lurking in the darkness, just out of view.

As they wandered the halls of the creepy, abandoned house, Mark and Jack steadily got closer to each other with each step they took. They were both frightened, and although they tried, neither of them succeeded at hiding it. 

"M- Mark..." Jack whimpered, "I'm really scared... I mean, what if something happens? No one even knows we're here..."

"Shh... it'll all work out fine, Jackaboy. I promise." Mark said, struggling against his cracking voice, the only thing that made him seem even slightly worried or afraid.

As Mark said his nickname, Jack blushed, then immediately took a moment to thank God that it was hidden by the darkness. The Irishman was extremely fond of the man he was currently being soothed by. But, he was much too chicken to admit that to anyone. However, Mark faced the same dilemma.

"Jack..." Mark started, "if we don't make it out of here... there's something I want- no, need- to do before I die. Do I have your permission?"

Jack's heart fluttered at Mark's words, along with the butterflies in his stomach.

"O-of c-course, Mark." He gulped nervously. "Do whatever you need to do."

And with Jack's permission, Mark leaned in and kissed the younger male. The kiss was full of passion and desire, the best first kiss any new couple could hope for.

***

After a few more kisses and a bit of flirting, the two managed to navigate their way out of the front door they'd attempted to enter through. And when they got to the car, they kissed each other more, thankful to be alive and together.

"Mark," Jack started, taking a break from their embrace to breathe, "we may've almost died, but that was the most fun I've had in years."

"Are you kidding me?" Mark asked, genuinely shocked.

"No. Well, maybe not the being-hunted-by-demons part of it, but just being with you made all that bearable. And your lips are what made it fun." Jack said, blushing without hiding it for once.

"Jack... will you be my boyfriend?"

"Of course, ya big goof! I thought you'd never ask!"