Wicked From Innocence

Is this my Mark?

"Mark?!" Sean looked up, being pinned down hard by Mark. "Shut up, Sean.. That's enough out of you~ it's your fault we're in this mess!! If you hadn't let me kiss y-"
"I didn't let you kiss me. I let M-Mark kiss me!" Sean struggled to get up. "What are you talking about? I am Mark!"
"Maybe.. But not the Mark I let kiss me." Sean glared at him. He was right, though. This wasn't his Mark.
"How dare you!?" Mark yelled, his eyes flaring a deep red. He clawed down Sean's chest, causing him to bleed. "Ah!! Mark, stop, that hurts!!!" Sean cried, struggling to get away. Mark scratched at his sides and neck, growling. "I am Mark!! There's no one else I could possibly be!!" He dug his nails into Sean's chest, scratching harder. He then covered Sean's mouth and nose. Sean tried to yell, twisting and turning in an attempt to get away. He muffled "Mark!! Mark!!" Over and over. Finally, he ran out of air. Mark grinned, watching Sean beg for air and slowly die.
"Haha.. Hahaha.. Hahaha!!!" Mark laughed, staring down at Sean. "What's wrong love?~ Still not your Mark?!"

"No!!!" Mark jumped up, breathing heavily. He looked over at Sean. "Oh.." He smiled, laying back down with an arm around him protectively. He kissed the back of his neck, smiling. "I love you, Sean..."
"Love you, too, Mark~" Sean mumbled tiredly. "And I know you're my Mark..." He snuggled close to him. Mark smiled, pulling Sean close, falling asleep.
After all, VidCon was tomorrow.. He didn't want to feel too upset.