My Boyfriend From Heaven- Septiplier

Seven

A few weeks later

Jack's POV

     "I really don't want to have to do this to you."

     "Please. I'd like to see you try."

    "If you're sure then. But I can guarantee it'll end with you dead."

    "Bring. It. ON."

    "Boom! Headshot! I win again!"

    "Darn it Mark! Do ya have to win every single time?"

    "I don't know Jack, do you have to lose every single time?"

    "I'm ok with it as long as I'm losing to you, Markimoo." Sean leaned forward and pressed his lips to Mark's. Mark pushed against the blue eyed male's force and slowly brought his hands to his green hair and gently tussled and pulled at it. Jack let out a small moan and kissed harder. 

      "Mark. Oh Mark. Mmm. Hggn."

      "Come on, Sean. You know you like it."

      "Mm, I do Mark. Give me more Markimoo."

       Suddenly, Mark stopped kissing Jack. He suddenly buckled over and started moaning.

       "Mark, what's wrong? Are you ok?"

       "Jack, something, there's something inside of me. I don't know what it is, but it- AHHHH IT HURTS!!! JACK HELP ME!!!!"

      Mark kept screaming for what felt like ever, but it was only for a minute or two. Then he suddenly stopped, his eyes rolled to the back of his head, showing only the whites, and then he fell.  What Jack saw next almost made him fall over himself. He saw Mark stand up, but it wasn't Mark. It looked like his spirit was rising from his body. But it wasn't his spirit, it was Dark. 

     Oh no, Jack realized. It had been one month already?! 

     "No. No No NO!! I'm not ready!! You can't have Mark! He's mine!"

     "Oh we don't want Mark. We only need one of you." Sean turned towards the voice and saw Anti walk into the room.

     "Wait, what? But you said you were coming for us."

     "Really? Did I say those exact words?"

     Jack thought about what Anti had said. Then we're coming for you. They had never said who "you" was. 

     "So, you only want one of us."  Jack heard Mark moan and rushed over to help him up. 

     "Jaaaack. What happened? My everything hurts."

     "Shh. Mark. Don't say anything. It's going to be fine. Don't worry."

     "Yep. Just one of you."

     "And what are you going to do us when you have us?"

     Anti smirked and reached into his pocket and pulled out a dagger. There was a green septiceye Sam engraved on the hilt. 

     Jack's face paled when the realization hit him. But he didn't cry, or scream. He wouldn't give Dark or Anti that satisfaction. 

     "So, which of you is it going to be? Come on now, I haven't got all day."

     Jack slowly lifted his hand up but suddenly felt it being pulled back down. He looked over and saw Mark, with tears in his eyes.

     "Mark no. You can't." Jack's voice broke as he spoke.