Stripped Down - A Septiplier Story -

Chapter Ten

I wake up, rolling over to the edge of the bed. I begin to stand, wincing in pain before falling down. I fell to my knees, a soft cry coming from me. Mark stirs awake, sitting up.

"Sean?" He says, his voice deep and rough.

I let out a soft whine, "Everything fucking hurts."

Mark scrambles up, sitting down on the floor next to me. He gently pulls me into his lap, murmuring sweet things.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so so sorry." He whispers. Rocking me back and forth.

"You're a dick. Your dick is the thing that did this to me." I whisper, laughing weakly. He chuckles, vibrating my whole body. He pulls me into a position where my legs are on either side of him, he picks me up as I whisper soft 'ow's. He lays me on the bed, before picking up his phone.

"I'm calling Tony. You can't work like this." Mark says, I try to protest. But Mark is already out of the room before I could get a word in.

He comes back in a few minutes later with a few heating pads. He plugs them in, tucking one under my lower back and one on my stomach. "Tony gave both of us the day off." He smiles. The heating pads begin to warm up, soothing the deep pain.

"I'm sorry." Mark whispers. He lays down with me, gently pulling me into his chest.

"It's fine. It was amazing last night. You're amazing." I mutter, a sharp pain goes through me as I attempt to move my leg. I hiss in a breath, rolling over onto my side to get closer to Mark. He comforts me, kissing me all over my face.

I smile, pushing his head away. "You're tickling me." I look at his chest, littered with claw marks and a bright purple hickey. "Sorry about that." I poke at his chest.

"It's fine." He smiles. "Here, how about we go to the couch and watch Deadpool." I sit up, nodding my head. He slides off the bed, coming around to pick me up gently. I wrap my arms around his neck.

"I swear to god if you drop me." I laugh. He carries me out the couch, sitting me down. He turns on the TV, shuffling into the kitchen. He comes back with a quart of ice cream, and a big spoon.

"Thanks, babe." I say as he hands them to me. He smirks.

"I think I like that." Mark says softly. He sits down, flipping on Deadpool. He wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me a tad closer. I take a spoonful of ice cream and press it against his lips. He opens his mouth and I feed it to him.

"Thank you." He smiles, licking his lips.

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Later on in the day I got better. The throbbing stopped and the soreness went away. I just felt better in general. It was in the middle of Pulp Fiction when I got a phone call.

"Hello?" I say.

"Hey! Sean, It's me Odin. I was wondering if you wanted to grab a drink?" He says.

"Aren't you supposed to be filling in for me at the club?" I say.

"No. Chance is filling in. Tony doesn't want me on the floor without you or that Mark guy present."

"Oh, I see." I say, "Well, I mean.. I'm kind of hurt at the moment. Maybe some other time?"

"What happened?!" He says loudly, making me wince.

"Nothing I want to get into right now." I mutter. Mark looks over me, giving me a questioning look. I mouth the word "Odin." He grumbles something that I couldn't quite make out. Mark leans in to hear our conversation.

"Sean I think you're really nice. You're unbelievably hot, and have a rocking ass. I really could see us together."

Before I could even get a word in, Mark snatches my phone from my hand.

"You, need to back THE FUCK off. Sean is mine. That rocking ass you're talking about, is mine. Mark's." He hangs up the phone. Laying it on the coffee table.

"Well I didn't think we were that official yet." I laugh, wrapping my arm around his.

"You're mine. I'm yours. It's the yin and the yang." Mark leans over and kisses me gently. I smile, running my other hand through his black and red hair.

He pulls away, interlacing our fingers. "You're the best." I smile.

"I know."