Septiplier One-Shots

Drunken Betrayal

This one's a bit longer than the ones I normally write. Hope you enjoy!                                             ^-^

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"Happy Birthday, Jack!" everyone screamed. 

"Thanks, everyone!" Jack screamed, him alone using the volume that it took everyone else at the party to reach.

As much as he was enjoying the party, the one person he really wanted to see was no where to be found. Jack asked everyone he saw where Mark was, but nobody had a clue. 

After talking to literally everyone in the room, Jack walked out of the party room to hide himself away in the bathroom, where he'd be free to cry and whimper in peace. However, he stopped mid-step the moment he opened one of the large doors. 

Mark and Danny stood in the small hallway, entangled in each other's arms. Jack stood and stared as Danny, oblivious to Jack's presence, slowly inched his hand down from it's original resting point on Mark's upper back.

He didn't stop moving until he was tightly gripping the shorter man's ass.

Jack couldn't contain himself anymore. He tried not to make a sound, but the whimpers flew from his unwilling lips and tears streaked his fair, pale skin. 

"J-Jack! I swear, it was... um... an accident! You gotta believe me!" Mark pleaded, pushing Danny away and advancing towards the Irishman. 

"Get the hell away from me..." Sean whispered.

"What? Baby, speak up." Mark requested softly, his words slightly slurred.

"Don't you dare call me 'baby' anymore, you bastard! And I said I want you to get the hell away from me!" Jack screamed, catching the attention of every guest in the building.

Mark opened his mouth to speak, but Jack was long gone before the American uttered a word. 

***

After running as far away from the building as his legs would take him, Jack stopped suddenly before sitting down on the stone-cold sidewalk, resting his back against the wall behind him. 

Dammit. I'm too tired to walk home now. Guess I'll have to call someone...

It was in that moment that Jack realized he didn't really have a lot of friends. Mark was his best friend; his boyfriend. But Jack had absolutely no desire to see him at the moment (for some pretty obvious reasons). All of his other YouTube friends were already drunk off their asses when he left the party, and his old friends from college were back in Ireland. He was all alone.

"Hey, bro. You look like you need a lift. You're... um... let's just say you're not looking very fabulous right now."

Jack lifted his head from his knees and sniffled.

"F-Felix?" he stuttered.

"Last time I checked." he chuckled.

"Could you uh... could you drive me home?"

"No problem. Except Marzia has my car. I'd be happy to walk with you, though."

"That'd be great."

As the two walked to Jack's apartment, Jack told Felix everything. He told him about the situation with Danny and Mark, how bad his ass hurt from the sidewalk, and he even told him about all the insecurities he had experienced about moving to America.

By the end of the night, it was decided that Felix would spend the night with Jack, one in the bed, the other on the couch. And soon after they reached their destination, they were both asleep.

***

Mark's POV:

Ugh...my head... What the hell happened last night? I remember Vodka... and Tequila. God, I must've gotten drunk off my ass... 

I sat up and scanned the room. Apparently, I wasn't the only one who got drunk and passed out last night. I stood up and maneuvered my way through the sleeping people, careful not to wake anyone up.

Come to think of it... Why were we all here, anyways?... 

That's when I remembered. The party; Jack's party. Bob and Wade's love confession. Me and Danny...

Damn, I'm an idiot! Jack...I'm so sorry...

And without another thought, I was running as fast as I could to Jack's apartment.

Felix's POV:

I woke up to the smell of bacon and a soft hand gently moving my arm.

"Wake up, Felix. Breakfast is ready." a sweet, Irish voice said.

"You didn't have to make breakfast, you know."

"Yeah... but I did. So just eat!" Jack responded, laughing.

***

Jack and I had just finished eating and sat down to watch a movie when the doorbell rang. 

"Damn it all..." Jack said, frustrated. "That's probably Mark. Can you get it? I'm just gonna go to my room..."

"Ok. I'll get rid of him."

"Thanks." Jack softly smiled before disappearing into his bedroom.

I opened the door slowly. Sure enough, it was Mark. 

Mark's POV:

As soon as I saw the door open, I remembered a bit more. 

Felix was the one who bought me drinks. He was the one who got me and Danny to talk. He was the person in the background chanting 'kiss'. And he was the one who disappeared as soon as Jack saw us. He set me up. And now he's standing in the doorway to my boyfriend's apartment, shirtless, wearing a smug grin. 

Without even realizing, I punched him in the face so hard it knocked him out.

"What the hell is go- Mark, what the fuck did you do?!" Jack questioned, clearly concerned about the Swedish bastard.

"He's the one who got me drunk and encouraged me and Danny to... get a little too close."

"Oh."

There was a long pause before I asked a question that I wasn't sure I wanted an answer to.

"Jack... Did you two...um..."

"Fuck?" Jack finished for me.

"Yeah...that... Did you?..."

"Of course not."

"But...I cheated on you an-"

"Mark, you were drunk. And set up. I don't blame you for anything that happened. Plus, it's not like you two kissed or anything. Although... I didn't like him touching your ass like that. I'm the only one who's allowed to do that..." Jack said, blushing at his own jealousy as he stared at his feet.

I quietly chuckled at the Irishman's flushed cheeks. I stepped towards him, engulfing him in a hug and softly kissing his lips as I did. 

"Well... I suppose all's well that ends well. Right, Jack?"

"Guess again, Mark. You're still gonna be punished."

"And just how do you plan on punishing me?"

He quickly moved Felix's unconscious body into the hallway, closing and locking the door behind him. With a look of lust and determination in his eyes, he grabbed my wrist, pulling me all the way into his bedroom before closing and locking the door behind him, just as he had the previous one. In one swift motion, he pushed me down and onto his bed, hovering over me and pinning my wrists above my head. 

"You'll find out soon enough." he replied, smirking.