Feral - A Septiplier Fanfiction

Ch.11

The first official thing Jack found out about Mark's new persona, was that he hated baths.

After having found slightly used razors and hair-cutting shears a few days later, Jack was almost back to his normal looking self, though he did have more bags under his eyes and more stress wrinkles around his face. But he felt clean finally and that was all that mattered at the moment. He even shaved other parts of him like his armpits or groin, just to keep the smell from building up again, and used someone else's deodorant.

Jack wondered if Mark would recognize himself, or at least feel better if he was shaved. Granted he wasn't hairy like Jack, but he was sure there were bugs and gunk crawling around his pits and crotch, so even though he wasn't too keen on touching Mark while a sharp object was in his hand and able to be smacked out or grabbed and used against him, he felt the need to try.

Of course that meant trying to wash off at least one layer of dirt first so that it wouldn't be too much of a hassle for Jack. He didn't know how Mark would react however, which made him nervous.

Mark seemed to know as of late when to be close to Jack during his moments, and when to give him space when he was at his breaking point. Jack was fragile from the infant's death and would go off because of minuscule problems or cry at random moments, and was just now beginning to recover. At the moment, Mark was laying comfortably on the floor of the living room, sleeping soundly.

Jack crept up beside his former friend and watched the man sleep quietly, long mustache and beard burying his face along with his unkempt hair. It probably helped shelter Mark's face from the bitter cold, but Jack wasn't planning on either of them leaving the warm, working house for a long time unlike the previous owners. He imagined they got too cocky for their own good, or too bloodthirsty for murder to care, and Jack wasn't about to go down that path.

The Irishman waited patiently for Mark to wake, knowing it probably wouldn't be a good idea to wake a Feral himself. After a while of sitting, staring, and imagining Mark clean and proper once more, Jack noticed Mark stir quietly from his sleeping state. Those dark eyes popped open slowly and Mark turned to stare at Jack in confusion.

"Mark," Jack said to confirm he wanted the Feral's attention. "Come."

Mark was very good at understanding basic words and commands- just like a dog, except faster- and stood up slowly to follow Jack up the stairs. Jack didn't want to lose the trust he had somehow managed to gain from Mark but he couldn't stand the man to be so filthy and... wild.

Entering the bathroom and closing the door behind the both of him, Jack then nervously pulled the shower curtains back and turned on the faucet. Mark stared suspiciously, backing into the nearest corner to watch. Jack sighed, knowing this wasn't going to be easy.

Once the tub was filled and the water was turned off, Jack cautiously walked towards Mark, touching his shoulder lightly, and that's when all Hell broke loose.

Jack wasn't sure how he got into the situation he was in but after a flurry of flailing body parts he found himself holding Mark in a headlock, trying his hardest to drag the man into the water, while Mark's nails screeched along the floor. Mark was whining and jerking his head back and forth, and Jack noticed despite the aggressiveness he was still trying his hardest not to hurt the other. This distracted Jack and he didn't realize he was right against the tub, until he tripped over it and went falling backwards with his grip still on Mark.

Mark's nails sliced across Jack's stomach as the two went tumbling in the water together, causing the both to groan softly. Jack struggled to keep his head above the water as Mark slid all the way in and pushed the man down deeper.