Punk Meets Pastel [Septiplier] [COMPLETED]

♡ Twenty One ♡

"Now that we're comfortable, tell me what happened." Jack sighs.

"Well, I followed Tyler, but then people started leaving their lecture halls, and I almost lost him. I found him again, and he was crying. I brought him back after trying to get him to talk. He wouldn't, and I joined him on the couch. But, when I tried to ask what that was about, the storming off and crying, he kind of... well... he said he was in love with me."

"Was he drunk?"

"That's what I asked!" Jack sighs. "But, no. He said he was serious. And he..." tears starting welling in his eyes. Mark noticed something wet on his shirt. It was dripping. He looked at Jack, and lifted Jacks head lightly. Jacks eyes was pouring out tears faster and faster. Jack began wailing, and Mark put his head back down on his shirt so he could finish his cry. Jack did, and sniffled while looking at the wet spot. "Your shirt is soaked." He giggled, Mark laughing with him. Jack started playing with Marks shirt a little, drawing invisible shapes with his finger. He sighed. "He kissed me."

"What did he do?" Mark asked. Jack looked at him, scared because he half yelled and became dominant all of a sudden. He was also a little turned on. Mark took a mental note after feeling Jacks pants bulge up a little.

"He um... He k-k-k-kissed me." Jack mentally face palms. Stop stuttering. He thinks. Mark nods. "Please don't do anything to him." Mark grunts. "Baby, please. I'm begging you." Mark looks at Jack again. Jack gets off him, allowing Mark to sit up. He sits on Marks legs. Mark looks at him. They sit like that for a few seconds before Mark says, "Why are you being so protective of him?"

"What do you mean?" Jack asks. Mark sighs. "Look, you just keep sticking up for him, and you keep on trying to keep everything fine and dandy, but he almost tried to kill me, he is the reason that we weren't friends for the longest time!" Jack nods. "And he's the reason we're in a fight as well baby." Jack nods again.

"Mark, if it weren't for him, would we be together?" Jack looks down before asking this.

"I don't think so, why?" Jack hums and looks up at Mark.

"What about our child? Would they even be a thought if it weren't for him?"

"Well, no, but-"

"Or maybe the fact that I wouldn't be alive if he hadn't done anything in the past. He's the reason I was driven to you. And, sure, he kissed me once. But who has kissed me millions of times, and wakes up next to me half the time?"

"Oh, and I also took your virginity." Jacks breath hitches as he changed the subject fast. "So, I heard there was some drama going on with Beth and her fam-"

"Jack," Mark grabs his hands. "You changed the subject. Did you lie to me?" Jack slowly pulls his hands away and looks down. "Jack?" Mark puts his finger on Jacks chin, lifting his head up and towards Marks face. Jacks eyes glistened. "Please by honest."

"N-no. I w-was not h-honest. I-I l-lied."

"Why did you lie, baby?"

"I was nervous you'd be mad."

Mark sighs. "Don't worry. I'm not." He wraps his arms around Jack, Mark allowing Jack to sink into his touch, making his boyfriend comfortable. Mark plays with Jacks hair a little. "How many guys? Or girls?"

"Umm... I'm being honest! I've uh... ugn... I've lost count." Mark looks at his kitten. Jack looks up at him. "Please dont be mad daddy I didn't mean to!" Jack whimpers a little as he curls into a ball and hides in Marks shirt. Mark, confused, looks at his boyfriend. "Baby? What's wrong? What are you doing?" Jack doesn't answer. "Okay, we're going to take a nap. You're confused and need sleep. Come." Mark carried Jack to his room, then turns off the kight, closed the blinds, then the door, and finally lays down with Jack, keeping his lover comfortable and safe.

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Jack finds a new person to dance with. He swings his hips, trying to ignore some of the looks men were giving him. He was wearing more "feminine" clothing. He felt comfortable in them. He had a lovely for shirt that had showed off the curves he normally hated. It was a light blue pastel type that said, "Daddy's Little Monster" on it with big, bold, black letters on the front. He was also wearing black skinny jeans, which just showed his legs off a little.

He was dancing with one of the women until after someone grabbed his hips. He was already a little drunk, so when the man grabbed his hips, Jack turned around and held onto the man.

"Hello." He looked Jack up and down.

"Hi." Jack slurred.

"Do you want to go bang in the bathroom or at my place?" Jack burped a little, then looked back at the man.

"Why would I want to do that?" Jack asks. The man chuckles.

"Because it's fun. And, yours feminine enough." Jack, dumbfounded asked what he meant. "Oh, that won't matter. Just come with me."

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Jack and the man had finished.

"You have both female and-"

"Yes. Now shut up and let me enjoy the rest of the night please." The man raised his arms up in the air showing he gave up, then left the room. Jack felt dirty, but also a little pleased.

Both were because he lost his virginity.

Both was because it was to someone he didn't know.

Both was because it wasn't with the one he liked.

Many weeks later, the cycle continued. Jack would sleep with some guys since he had female body parts. He was a toy to them, but never noticed. He just saw it as fun.