Chapter Four

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There's a dog in your heart

Dark left the room once again to rinse the wash cloth. He shouldn't have made the deal, he can't do it. Mark's too kind and loving, and the thought disgusted Dark. After tomorrow, it'd be over.
He went back to the room to see Jack shivering under the covers. Dark took a deep breath before getting under the covers with him, pulling Jack close to his chest as he wrapped his arms around him.
The boy seemed so fragile, so small. How did Mark not break him? How can something so small not be broken?
Dark sighed as he simply kissed Jack's neck. Part of Mark was still there. That was the part that enabled Dark to do this.
"Please give him back," Mark begged with a shaky voice. Dark shook his head, assuming he was just hearing things.
When Jack didn't stop shaking, Dark got up to go get another blanket.
"Fucking human," he muttered as he turned to go back. When he returned, Jack was crying.
"Help him. He's crying." Dark's mindset suddenly shifted completely, he suddenly yearned to help Jack. To comfort him.
"Jack, hey, shh... it's okay, it's just me. Just listen to me," Mark said. Dark wasn't in control, but he wasn't just an entity in the back of Mark's mind right now. "Baby, it's okay, I'm here," Mark said as he curled up next to Jack and wrapped his lover in the blanket. Jack rolled over and curled into Mark.
"Please, Mark, you can't go again, I can't do it," the Irishman begged, tears streaming down his face. "I can't, I'm not strong enough!" He cried. Mark pulled him close.
"Just sleep, I've got you... it's okay, baby, I'm here," Mark soothed. Jack began to slow his breathing as he drifted into sleep, leaving Mark alone to himself.
"Y̝o̴̞͓͇̜͇͈̤u̧̥͎̻̘̬̭'̴̭r̟̱̳̪͓͡é͚̫͉ ̫n̞̣̯͢ọ̺̞t̸̜̲̩͎̦ ̮̱̭̯̳͓͞g͡o͉̜n̲̼̝̫͈͡n̳̥̦̙̜̳a̦͙̦̯̜͓̜ ̲̻̦̳̦̗̫w̦̱̙͢i̢̯̜̭̫n̨̼͎͙̦̜͉͉ ̵ṭ̩͟h͚͕is ̗͈̫̯̺̱t͔̼̠i̩͎̩m͍̘̹͇̲ę̲̱̜̻.̖̱ͅ"

Mark shook the voice from his head as he felt himself slip back into replacing the voice he heard in the back of his mind.

Dark lay there, waiting for the sunlight to come creeping and crawling back into the world.
He didn't sleep, he just lay there with Jack holding to him like his life depended on it. Sometimes, Dark wondered if Jack's life depended on Mark.
He snuck out of the bed, quickly replacing his body with a pillow to prevent Jack from stirring awake. The demon searched in the faint light of dawn for clothes, and quickly slipped on a pair of boxers. He went downstairs into the kitchen and sat for a moment.
"You said today would be it. Make it worth while, yeah?"
If that fucking voice didn't shut it's damn mouth, Dark thought he'd go absolutely insane. He stood up, remembering the deal he made with Jack last night. If he made food, Jack could eat with him. He sighed as he began to make scrambled eggs and bacon, wanting nothing more than to just fuck the Irishman and use him.
Once he finished making the food, it was about eight in the morning, it was light outside. He went back upstairs into the room to find Jack sitting on the edge of the bed, looking out the window. He was slumped over, his arms crossing over as his hands made a small attempt to warm himself up. The voice screamed in the back of Dark's head, but he refused to let Mark take over again.
Dark walked around to see Jack with emotionless eyes, like he was longing to feel nothing. His head turned once Dark came into sight, and he flashed a forced smile at the demon.
"I, uh... made breakfast... thought I'd offer you some, you know, with your reward and... whatnot," Dark said. He clearly didn't understand how to be polite or kind, but Jack knew it was pointless trying to teach him. He was Mark's alter ego, he wouldn't learn to be like Mark when he was designed to be the opposite.
Jack gave a small nod with pursed lips before slowly standing up and walking down the stairs silently. Dark wasn't wrong when he questioned how something so small couldn't be broken, because that's exactly what he was doing to the boy.
The two sat across from one another at the table.
"Thank you, for letting me eat with you," Jack said kindly, "it means a lot, but I'm curious how long this reward will last."
"Today," Dark stated firmly, "I hope I've held up my end of the bargain."
"You're alright." Jack couldn't shake the memory of talking to Mark last night.
And his dream, oh God, that was a living nightmare.
Jack shook his head as his nimble fingers found themselves wrapping around the fork and he began eating.
It tasted just like Mark's.
Jack stood up abruptly, "Excuse me," he said as he began to make his way up the stairs. He rushed to the bathroom and fell to his knees in front of the toilet, taking deep breaths as his anxiety began to act up.
Mark would be here comforting me
Mark would rub my back and reassure me
Mark would actually love me
Jack began sobbing as the thoughts raced through his mind. He wanted Mark back. He longed to have Mark back. Jack closed and locked the door as tears began streaming down his face, sobs erupting from his throat.
He wanted his baby back, he didn't wanna be stuck alone for God knows how long.
"Mark, please..." he whimpered.

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