Pure~Markson

War Of Hormone (s)

Of course, Jackson would stay home the next day. He saw how desperate he was for him while he was gone, and it pained him, physically and mentally.

Though, when he realized what staying home and taking care of a heat - stricken Mark, part of him regretted it.

"Come on, please?" Mark placed himself of Jackson's lap and was grinding down onto him. "This feels so good, I want more..."

"Mark, I swear, if you don't stop-"

"What are you going to do?" His eyes lit up.

Jackson wrapped his arms around Mark's body and pressed their chests together. His fingers intertwined with his tail.

He simply looked him in the eyes and said, "Nothing."

"Why are you teasing me~ You said you stayed home so you could take care of me. Take care of me, please!"

"Oh my god, Fi-"

There was a knock at the door. Mark opened it and was once again greeted by BamBam.

"Sorry if I keep coming by and bothering you."

"You're not bothering us," Jackson shouted from the couch. Mark shot him a look. "I invited him."

Invited him? Mark thought. If he really took the day off to "help" him, why would he invite anyone over. Sure, he was fueled by the hormones and had more sex drive and stamina, but Jackson hadn't done as much as touch him since they woke up. Not a kiss, not a sensual stroke of the face, nothing.

The one time Mark was asking him for something and he was refusing. This is what he was afraid of before. He was asking Jackson for something and now he didn't love him anymore for being too needy. Jackson was going to leave him and he couldn't do anything about it.

"Mark? Are you okay?" BamBam saw his eyes tearing up.

"Mmmhmm," Mark grinned fakely.

***

"Wait! I got it! Let's watch Shrek 2!" BamBam exclaimed.

Ugh, Mark thought. This has to be my least favourite Shrek movie.

"I might just go to sleep," He rested his head on BamBam's shoulder, closing his eyes. A hint of jealousy flashed in Jackson's eyes. He was sitting on a completely opposite couch, with someone who wasn't him. What was he trying to pull?

About 10 minutes into the movie, Mark did fall asleep. To make him more comfortable, BamBam laid back and let Mark lay on top of him.

Just as BamBam himself was about to fall asleep, he heard a small sound. A moan perhaps?

He listened harder. A small whine, a staggered breath...

BamBam opened his eyes to see a familiar kitty grinding into his thigh.

"Jackson!" He whisper - shouted. After all, he didn't want to wake him up and embarrass him. "Wake up!"

"Hm?" He groaned. "What?"

"Can...Can you get him off of me?"

He looked over to see the kitten quietly moaning as he rode their closest friend's thigh.

After the 10 minute long struggle of getting him off of BamBam and into the room, he woke up.

"Why did you wake me up...I was comfortable..." Mark groaned.

"A bit too comfortable, one might say. Come on, you can't be tired now." Jackson massaged his cat ears.

"Let me sleep..." At this point, Mark's sadness and knowing that he wasn't wanted overshadowed his horniness.

In a confused daze, Jackson left the room.

Back in the living room, BamBam was asleep under a blanket that he took from the closet when he left the room.

For the first time since Mark got his heat, Jackson wanted to fuck him senseless. When it ever came to sex, it was always Jackson who brought it to the table and Mark went along with it. It's not like he didn't like it, he just wasn't the type of person to actually demand sex. He never demanded much of anything, really.

Was he afraid to ask him for things? There was no reason to be, almost every other day he told him the same things.

"I'll give you the world", "If you asked me to die for you, I would", "Anything your little heart desires is yours, kitten," everything.

If he was refusing to put out, even during his heat, there was definitely something wrong. And he was going to find out.

"Mark..." He shook him awake.

"I said let me sleep...Please let me sleep...."

"The last time you said please, what were you asking me to do?"

"W - What?" Mark sat up and looked at him with sleepy eyes.

"You were asking for me. And you never ask for me. Why don't you ever ask for me?"

In the dark, the reflection of the suttle lighting bounced off of his suddenly tear - filled eyes.

"Please don't make me talk about this, I just want to go to bed." His voice was low and shaky.

"Baby, please don't cry, It's just that-"

Mark clamped his hands over his ears and shook his head. "No..NO! I - I don't want to know! I know you don't want me anymore, you don't love me anymore!"

"What? Mark, I - "

The hybrid just simply curled up on the bed with his face buried in his hands and his tail tucked between his legs, his cries muffled by the blanket.

There was nothing Jackson could do right now, clearly anything he did upset him, so he just left the room and tried to forget what he said.

"I know you don't want me anymore, you don't love me anymore!"

It just echoed in his head. Why he thought that, he didn't know; He wasn't sure if he ever would know.

"I know you don't want me anymore! You don't love me anymore!"

God, he just couldn't stop thinking about it. His baby, his kitten, his Mark's voice crying and saying that he didn't love him anymore.

From the living room, he could hear his cries start to fade away into whines and sniffles. He really wanted to get up and go cuddle him, pet his stomach and tell him that it's okay, he that he loves him, but he didn't want to see him cry again.

It took an hour, but Jackson allowed himself to escape in the realm of sleep.

"I know you don't want me anymore! You don't love me anymore!"