Sean glared at Mark as he sat on the bed, his arms crossed over his chest and his lips out in a pout, grumbling irritated words out, directing them to Mark who rolled his eyes, placing his new glasses on the desk.
"Why didn't you let me kill the bitch!?" Sean suddenly snapped, throwing his hands up in frustration, glaring angrily at Mark. "You think I'd actually go through with you actually beating her face in? Not a fucking chance Sean" Mark chuckled, leaning back on the dresser, smirking.
"But you said yes! That is the opposite of no!" Sean declared, standing and walking towards Mark, jabbing his finger into Mark's chest angrily.
"Congrats, you actually know the opposite of yes and no" Mark laughed, ruffling Sean's hair playfully, watching as he growled and leaned away from Mark's touch.
"Fuck you Mark!" Sean slapped his hands away, stomping out the bedroom, grumbling profanities under his breath. Mark had to admit that Sean's bipolar disorder symptoms have improved since the first day he had met him, which were 5 months ago.
"I know you want to Sean!" Mark followed him, watching Sean glance over at him, his cheeks red. "S-Shut up!" He stuttered shyly, looking at the ground in embarrassment, digging his foot into the ground and twirling it, playing with his fingers.
"Why? I thought you liked that?" Mark purred into Sean's ears, wrapping his arms around him, pulling him against his chest, hearing Sean yelp, his face reddening.
"S-Stop!" Sean cried shyly, pushing Mark away and walking to the kitchen, Mark smirking and following him, his hands tucked into his pockets, watching Sean's every move.
Sean glanced at him, his face red from all his embarrassment, letting out a shaky sigh, turning to face Mark and leaned back on his counter, staring at him. "What?" Mark chuckled, inching closer to Sean who held up his hands to put distance between the two of them.
Mark grabbed his hands, yanking him towards Mark, hearing him gasp, their lips smashed into each other, Sean's hands placed on Marks shoulders, shocked.
Mark kissed Sean roughly and hungrily, immediately adding his tongue to the kiss, Sean yelping behind his lips but he didn't argue to allow it.
For once, Sean knew he could go all the way with Mark, it made him smile into their kiss, his arms wrapping themselves around Mark's neck, feeling Mark wrap his own arms around Seans hips, bringing them towards his own.
Sean let out a pleased moan as Mark lifted him up, sitting him on the counter, continuing to kiss him, Sean smirking and playing with the red strands of Mark's hair, tugging on them lightly, hearing Mark moan.
Mark pulled away, his lips trailing from Sean's jawline and down his neck, showering him with kisses, hearing him let out frustrated moans and grunts, telling Mark to go on.
"Mark~" Sean breathed, cupping his cheeks and making him look into his eyes, a dirty look swam in his blue eyes. "Yes~?" Mark purred, leaning up, his lips just barely touching Sean's.
"Fuck me" was all Sean said before the same dirty look grew on Mark's face, him leaning up and kissing Sean softly, before he pulled away, staring into his eyes lovingly. "With pleasure~".
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"Fuck!! Mark!! Video games!! Can we get some!? Please please please?!" Sean squealed excitedly, grabbing Mark's hand and jumping up and down like a little child as he saw the video game store, Mark sighing and smiling, kissing his nose and nodding, Sean smiling and running inside.
He waved to the glaring parents who eyed him disgustingly, clearly not agreeing with their homosexual desires, him winking before he walked in after his boyfriend.
He was taking Sean out to get him some new clothing and necessaries, as well as some medication, to help him with his disorders.
Sean squealed at every little game he saw, clapping his hands as he ran from one game to another. Mark ran his fingers through his newly dyed red hair, smiling as Sean fixed his no beanie, the newly dyed green locks peeking out of the hat.
Mark had finally taken Sean out to really dye his hair properly, so it wasn't actually just ink from a stupid sharpie, but great and professionally done by an actual professional.
"Holy shit!!! Shadow of the Colussus!!" Sean squealed, picking up the box and turning to Mark, showing it to him. "My favorite game!!"
Mark took it from him and inspected it, Sean picking up another game which seemed to caught his interest. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, Bloodborne, looks interesting" He hummed and Mark chuckled, looking up at Sean.
"Don't spend too much time here baby, we've got a lot to get" Mark said to him and he pouted, staring at Mark. "Okay, but remember you promised" Sean said, handing Bloodborne to Mark and picking up another game which said Undertale.
"What did I promise?" Mark asked, taking Undertale from him and reading the back of the box. "You'd play games with me!" Sean said, picking up another game and smiling.
"Of course I'd play games with you, but not all those games are gonna be in a video game" Mark purred into Sean's ears, watching as his face grew red and he looked to the ground, clearing his throat.
"Oh... Ok" Sean smiled shyly, walking over to a new set of games, Mark chuckled and looked at the games in his hand until the television caught his attention, showing a breaking news story.
"Mental patient Sean William McLoughlin has seemingly escaped from the Fronrose hospital, Rodney Stewart, the owner of the building has not been found and his whereabouts remain unknown as well as Mr McLoughlin. Investigators say that from what they could gather, there was no struggle in freedom for the patient although in the office of the building has been seemingly covered in weapons and blood, the cause or where it could have come from has not yet been identified" the lady spoke, Mark's blood ran cold as an old picture of Sean flashed on the scream, one where he didn't even have green hair or any facial hair.
"Mark? What's wrong?" Sean walked to his side, frowning in confusion. Mark turned to him, the news story ending just as Sean approached him, his jaw slightly agape and his eyes wide.
"Nothing, I just thought I saw someone familiar on the television" Mark cleared his throat and Sean squinted at Mark, wondering whether he was talking bullshit or not. "Okay?"
"Just... Just take these to the counter and pay for them" Mark said and Sean slowly took the games, still eyeing Mark curiously before walked on to the counter.
Mark could see some people eyeing Sean, proving that they had saw the broadcast message but he huffed loudly, covering his face in frustration, groaning loudly.
Sean couldn't find out he was a wanted man, Mark knew he'd lose it. He was determined to keep Sean from finding out and from the police finding him.
Mark wasn't going to lose Sean. Not after he had just gotten him out, not now. Not after what they've done. Not now, not ever.
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Fanfiction"Oh, and also Mark" He said, Mark looking up at him with pursed lips. "Don't look, listen or talk to Sean for too long". "Why?" "He'll drive you to insanity"
