Stripped Down - A Septiplier Story -

Chapter Six (XXX)

I feel Mark's eyes on me, as I redress myself. I turn around, seeing no one in the locker room, I whip around and eye Mark down.

"What the fuck is your deal?!" I yell. "We fucked last night and we haven't spoke more than 3 words to each other."

"I was drunk. You were drunk. It was a mistake." Mark mutters.

"Then why are you getting pissed over the hickey."

Mark turns around, throwing down his leather jacket.

"Because you're mine." He growls. Cupping the side of my face and pulling me into a kiss. The kiss was angry, harsh. He pushes his tongue into my mouth,

I pull away, breathing heavily. I look up at him, my eyes wide. "If it was such a fucking mistake then why are we about to do it again?"

"Because I can't help myself." He presses his lips against my neck,  kisses down to my shoulder, "Mark.. Mollie and Chance are still here."

"I don't care." He whispers, he pulls away; going towards the doorway "Tony! Sean and I are staying in tonight. Long story. I'll explain later. Thank you." He turns to look at me.

Mark grabs my hand, leading me into the small room that we used last time. He pressed me into the wall, and began kissing my neck.

POV SHIFT: 3RD PERSON

Sean tilts his head back, allowing Mark more room. Mark trails his hands up Sean's sides, pulling his shirt up with them.

Sean moves his head slightly downward and connects their lips. Mark pulls on Sean's pants and tugs them down to his knees, then pooling to the floor. Mark's tongue plays against his, while Sean pulls on Mark's shirt.

Sean pulls away, pulls Mark's shirt over his head. Mark pulls him over to the futon, pushing him down onto it. Mark lays on top of him, his hips in between Sean's.

Mark begins to kiss down Sean's body, biting down hard on his hip; leaving a massive hickey.

Sean lets out a strangled moan, arching his back needily. "Mark."

"What?" Mark says somewhat angry, biting down harshly on his thighs.

"Please.. Please hurry up.." Sean whimpers, his forearm covering his eyes.

Mark pulls Sean up, rolling him over to his stomach. He grabs his hips and pulls him up onto his knees and elbows. Mark grabs the bottle of lube from under the futon and pours some over his fingers.

He presses a finger into him, Sean letting out a soft moan. He presses in another, curling them upward.

Sean pushes back against him, moaning softly. Mark pulls his fingers out, Sean whines. He's shut up by Mark's hand. Mark begins to press into him, letting go of his mouth. Mark groans softly. "So fucking tight.."

Sean moans, as Mark bucks his hips. Mark gives no time at all before he's thrusting harshly.

"M-Mark!" Sean moans, back arching downwards.

"Yeah, Moan for me you fucking slut." Mark growls, grabbing onto his hips. "You're fucking mine. My little toy. My little fuck toy. So fucking beautiful.."

Sean moans at this, "I'm gonna cum.."

"Then do it." Mark says roughly, thrusting harder.

Sean moans, cumming onto his stomach and the futon. Mark continues his actions, chasing his own release. He pushes Sean down onto his chest, with just his lower half up in the air. Sean moans and cries from overstimulation.

Mark groans as he cums into the condom, breathing heavily. He stands up. He walks to the door.

He had no intention of staying with him another night.

Mark looks back at Sean, still breathing hard and on his stomach. He sighs, seeing the man look around for him. Sean closes his eyes, still trying to catch his breath.

Mark pulls on his shorts and walks back over to the small futon and crawls onto it. He wraps his arm around Sean and props himself on his elbow.

Sean looks up at him, his eyes full of wetness and sadness. "Did you m-mean what you said? That I'm just a toy?"

Mark sighs, "No, Sean. You're not a toy. You're not anything I called you. Other than beautiful."

Sean looks down, a small smile covering his features. "What are we?"

"I-I don't know. I really don't." Mark whispers, leaning down to kiss his forehead.

"I just really.. like you.." Sean mutters.

"Do you want to come over for dinner sometime?" Mark asks. "Actually have a proper date?"

"Yeah.. That would be nice." Sean says softly. Wrapping his arms around Mark's torso. Mark pulls Sean closer. Sean nuzzles his head against Mark's chest, feeling Mark's breath on his cheek.

"Are you going to not talk to me again tomorrow?" Sean asks softly.

Mark sighs, removing his glasses. "Sean. I was scared you thought it was a mistake. I pushed it away because I'm not used to feeling something for someone I have sex with. Being in our kind of work nulls you to that."

Sean leans up, kisses Mark softly. Mark freezes, unsure of what to do. Did he want to let himself fall deeper into the rabbit hole? He begins to kiss Sean back softly.

The kiss was slow and sweet. Like innocent teens in love. Sean slowly takes Mark's hand into his own. Mark slowly pulls away, looking down at their hands. He smiles, looking back up at the other.

"You look so good without your glasses." Sean whispers, tracing his hand down Mark's face, the stubble making his hand tingle.

"You don't look too bad yourself." Mark smirks, kissing his cheek.

"This may be the hormones.. But I think I lo-" Sean is cut off by Mark's hand rising to his own lips.

"N-No. Please." Mark whispers softly. "Not yet. It's too soon. I'm a dick, remember?"

"Fine. Then I greatly appreciate you in a passionate manor." Sean smiles.

Mark returns a small grin, combing his free hand through Sean's short hair. "And you aren't a dick. I was just mad." Sean says.

"Yeah.. Me too." Mark says, his eyes falling closed. "Get some rest, please?"

Sean smiles, nuzzling into Mark's neck. "Your nose is cold." Mark giggles.

"Goodnight, Mark."

"Goodnight Clover."