Misunderstood

Chapter 2

Mark yawned and stretched as he got out of bed as quietly as possible so he would not wake up the sleeping Irishman. He put on his dressing gown and went into the kitchen to make breakfast for him and Jack. Flicking on the TV, it was on the news, which he listened to every morning.

''Shocking news this morning. A woman was murdered on her own doorstep, the cause of death was a stab wound right to the heart. Countess witnesses at the scene described the murderer as pale, with dyed dark green hair and a striking lime green eye as well as a blue. If anyone has seen this highly dangerous individual, please inform the police''

Mark stopped what he was doing and fell to the floor.

''Oh no'' Mark said in a trembling voice. ''They're back'' after he said that a sleepy Jack came walking in and saw his boyfriend sitting on the floor in shock. He immediately ran over and checked if he was ok.

''Mark! What's wrong?'' he said as he dropped onto the floor next to him, placing his hands on Mark's shoulders. It was then his attention was turned to the TV screen. Jack gasped in horror at the broadcast.

''Oh SHIT'' Jack cursed, looking terrified at the screen. ''When the fuck did they become active again?! They've been gone for ages! Unless they were just really good at not getting caught...so then why would Anti let himself be seen NOW?''

Mark and Jack exchanged worried glances.

''Anti is too sneaky to just get seen like that...what are they up to? And Dark wasn't with him...I don't like this Mark...it's not like them...what are they planning?'' he spluttered out.

Mark looked at him and slowly stood up.

''Looks like we're going to have to keep our eyes open, but lay low. We don't want them to know that we are onto them, don't want to cause a fight. So we will have to be quiet. Unlike how you were last night'' Mark said with a smirk to Jack.

Jack gasped and playfully tackled Mark for his comment.

''You can talk!'' he yelled back. Mark started laughing and then got up. He helped Jack stand upright and gave him a warm hug and a kiss on his forehead.

''We'll keep a close watch on them, if they do anything like this again then our investigation will have to go further'' Mark suggested.

Mark then went to make breakfast which was pancakes, as Jack when to lay and sit at the table while he waited. Jack watched Mark as he made the pancakes. Knowing he was doing so, Mark looked at him with a cheeky smile and got the maple syrup and poured it on the pancakes slowly. He then teasingly dipped his finger in the golden syrup and slowly licked it off.

Jack looked at Mark with wide eyes and blushed a bright pink. He quickly got a nearby cushion and covered his crotch area.

''Something wrong my Irish bean?'' Mark cooed in his seductive voice.

''You know DAMN well 'what's wrong'! You fookin' tease! You had your fun doing that in the bloody '#SEXYMARK' video! I thought it was bad enough when I just watched it, but seeing it in person is so much worse!'' Jack blurted out, looking embarrassed as he looked away, crossing his legs more with the cushion.

Jack hated it, but Mark had to do very little to get him excited.

But Mark LOVED it.

'Though I remember when I did first see it, how much I wanted to be there...' Jack thought to himself.

''I'm sorry'' Mark apologised. He set down the plate of pancakes and started to dig in. Jack decided to get revenge for what Mark did, so as he ate a pancake some syrup drizzled down his chin. Jack got his finger and wiped it off and put his finger in his mouth and very slowly took it back out again. Mark's face lit up with a blush as he was trying to hold it back.