Septiplier One-Shots

Mistakes were Made

"Who the hell is he?!" Mark questioned, screaming.

"M-Mark! You weren't supposed to be home for another couple hours!"

"What the fuck, Jack?! I came home early to surprise you... I wouldn't have if I knew I was going to find this..."

"I-its not what you're thinking, I swear!" Jack said as Mark began to tear up.

"Sure it isn't..."

And with that, Mark stomped out of the apartment, slamming the door behind him. Right before he got to the elevator, he felt a tug on his right arm. He turned to see Jack, crying and pulling on his sleeve, begging Mark to let him explain himself. The sight made Mark break down.

"There's nothing to explain, Jack. You cheated on me. It's best if I leave."

After hearing the pain in Mark's voice, Jack felt even worse.

"Mark... I wasn't cheating on you. I was planning a party for us."

"A party for what?"

That question hurt Jack more than anything anyone had ever said to him.

"Our anniversary, you asshole..." Jack practically whispered as he let go of Mark's arm. "And I wasn't sleeping with that guy, we were planning the party and we got cold. We got a blanket, took a break and started wrestling a bit, and that's when you walked in. I'm sorry you thought I was cheating, but..." Jack paused, sobbing profusely before finishing his sentence, "at least I remembered our fucking anniversary."  Jack stomped off, still crying, leaving Mark alone to feel bad for himself.

"Jack..." Mark started.

"WHAT?!" Jack screamed so loud his voice cracked.

Mark couldn't even respond. He couldn't think of any words powerful enough to express how truly sorry he was. He ran down the hallway towards Jack, grabbing him and pulling him into a tight hug as tears streamed down both of their faces.

"I'm so sorry..." Mark whispered.

"Don't be... Nobody's perfect, and in your defense, it probably looked really bad when you walked in and that guy was on top of me..."

"Yeah... but I should know you'd never do anything like that. I love you, Jack. And I know you feel the same."

"You bet your American ass I do." Jack said, laughing through tears.

Mark kissed him passionately in response before picking him up and carrying him bridal style back into the apartment. He proceeded to gently place Jack on the bed and crawl on top of him, looking into his beautiful blue eyes as he hovered above him.

"Wait a minute... where's that friend of yours? I don't want any interruptions... or witnesses..." Mark said in a deep, sexy voice. 

"He left while we were talking. I'm all yours and you're all mine." Jack said seductively.

"Jack... can you promise me something?"

"Anything. Just name it."

"Just promise me that, from now on, I'm the only guy you allow on top of you."

Jack blushed at Mark's words, which were filled with lust and a hint of firmness, as if it was an order and not a request.

"I promise." Jack said, still blushing.

Mark smiled at the Irishman's obedience. Although he was used to it, he still found it adorable.

"So... do you plan on being this obedient for the rest of the night?" Mark asked, smirking seductively.

"Only if you want me to be... Master Markimoo~" Jack cooed.

*insert sexy smut scene here*

"Ya know, I've been a troublemaker all my life," Jack started, "but I gotta admit... it's fun to be obedient..."

That made both of them smirk.

"Yeah, but it's funny when you try to be dominant." Mark said, laughing.

"Shut up..."