Say My Name

Confusion

I woke up in bed the next day. I knew three things, I went to a party last night with Mark, my head hurt, and my ass hurt. I ran my fingers through my hair trying to remember what happened after I arrived at the party I looked to my left to see out my window to figure out what time of day it is. I jumped when I saw the top bare half of a back and shoulders. Broad shoulders that led to muscular arms. Who the hell was the half naked man in my bed? I looked up to see black and red hair. Oh. My. God. It's Mark!! Why is he naked in my bed? Why am I naked in my bed?!? Wait...is he fully naked or just shirtless? I gently lifted the sheets to check and he was. I saw his ass facing me, it was bigger than it looked when he wore jeans, and it looked smooth to the touch.

Mark rolled over and faced me, his eyes still closed. His hair was messy and actually made him look really cute. When I looked at his lips a flash back of last night came to me. I was on top of Mark on the couch, he had me pulled in close to him while we made out ever so passionately. Soon he pulled my shirt off over my head and shoulders. I immediately did the same to him. He was surprisingly muscular and I was more surprised at how turned on I was by him. I admit that he was a very handsome guy and girls at school went crazy over him, but I never would imagine that I want him at this level. When I came back to the real world I touched my lips, they were still soft from the countless kisses from Mark's lusciously soft lips. I quickly came to the conclusion that we didn't just stop at kissing, seeing as how we were both naked in my bed and my ass hurt a lot. I just honestly wish I could remember more!

Mark opened his eyes and looked at me. He shop up in bed and looked around quickly, obviously confused. "What happened last night?" He asked still groggy from just waking up. He looked at me again and looked down away from my face and his eyes went wide. "Oh Jack, I.....I'm so sorry! I didn't mean for this to happen." I looked at him confused. "You might want to go look in a mirror."

I found my pants luckily on the floor next to me and slid them on under the sheets, blushing at how much Mark had seen of me, is seeing. I walked to the joined bathroom and looked in the mirror. My green hair was messy and my neck was covered in small, but dark hickeys. Instead of worrying about why all of this happened, I just REALLY wished I remembered it, it seems that Mark did, but why didn't I? When I came out of the bathroom Mark was almost fully dressed, minus his shirt which must still be downstairs by the couch. He turned to leave when I grabbed him by his wrist. "Please don't go" I begged.

He sighed heavily "Last night was a mistake, you clearly don't feel that way about me. Plus we were both drunk." Mark said, looking away from me. I could tell he was hurt or sad.

"I'm not sure what I feel, I don't remember much of what happened. I wish I did though.....because....to be honest, I really like ya Mark." He looked up at me hopeful. I slowly let go of him, "can I make you some breakfast? I'd really like ta talk about this." I could feel my cheeks burning as I thought about how badly I wish I could get another passionate kiss from him. He just nodded and we went downstairs to the kitchen. I was actually disappointed when Mark found his shirt and put it on. We stayed silent while I made us eggs, bacon, and sausage. Typical breakfast with typical coffee. While we ate I stopped and just stared at Mark. Thoughts I've never had before flooded my mind and scared a part of me. All I wanted was to kiss him again, repeat last night but remember all that happens. 

"What?" I blinked and came back to reality yet again. Mark was looking at me confused.

"Sorry" I blushed again. "I'm just trying to figure this all out. I really like you more than I thought I did. I always wanted to be good friends with you, until we....uh....."

"Had sex?" Mark finished my thought.

"Yeah, sex. I didn't think I'd want you soo badly on this kind of level."

"You really don't remember last night do you?" Mark almost sounded disappointed. I shook my head.

"All I remember is up to us kissing on the couch." He actually looked relieved. Did he not want me to remember?

"Jack, can I tell you something no one know about me? Something....dark?" I nodded. "I have one of those split personality disorders. You know the regular me, but last night, when I was drunk, a little of my other personality...he calls himself...." he gulped, "Darkiplier. He's the nasty side of me that takes my deep urges and acts on them. A side that made what happened last night, well...happen. I don't want anyone, especially you, to ever see me go full dark. It's just not me."

I laughed a little, "I think I can easily handle it, I have the same thing actually. Very rarely do I go what I call Anti." Mark looked surprised and comforted all at once.

About a month passed and we hung out a lot more outside of our Video Producing college classes. I guess we wanted to figure out exactly how we felt and what we wanted, though we never talked about what happened that night. It was such a change for both of us. I know I really enjoyed it. So much that I got the daring idea to invite Mark over tonight. After a long time of wanting and dreaming about being with him, it was time to make this official. It was also time for me to meet Darkiplier.

"Hey laddy, wanna come over tonight?" I texted him.

"Sure, I wanted to talk to you anyway. It's important." Important? Does he want what I want? What if I ask him to make us official and he doesn't want to? No, he must have, if Darkiplier came out that night, Mark did say he acts on Marks urges. All I could do was wait eagerly for tonight. The hours seemed to last forever. Until finally, I saw his car pull up and park in front of my house.