In Love with a Criminal (Septiplier Story)

Eleven

At some point, Sean fell asleep, and he woke up to the sound of the front door being open. Standing up, he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes when he saw Mark pass by, but it was alarmingly quick.

"Mark are you okay?" Sean asked, concern in his voice.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Why?" He asked, washing his hands.

He did another job. This time, it was breaking into someone's house, stealing money from the safe, taking precious belongings, and killing the victims. The screams were still in his head, playing like a favorite song of his. He couldn't help but smile to himself.

"It's just..you kinda walked away really fast..like something was wrong." Sean said.

Mark shrugged as he dried his hands off, relieved that the blood was gone. "My hands were a little dirty, and I needed to wash them."

Sean stood by the doorway to the bathroom. "I uhh..I gotta be honest..I kinda liked what happened."

His friend was confused for a second before that grin appeared on his face again. "Yeah..I kinda did too."

Going up to Sean, they were inches apart. He wanted that moment to happen again, to feel Mark's arms around him, like he was never going to let go. He wanted to feel his lips exploring his, memorizing every last detail. He wanted to feel his hands roaming around him, to be lost in his touch.

"Let's say you and I go get some food from somewhere around here." Mark said, snapping him out of his thoughts.

Sean blinked up at him. "Sure. Any recommendations?"

Mark shrugged. "I was gonna say In-N-Out Burger."

"Sounds good to me."

To his surprise, Mark leaned in, giving him a soft kiss on the lips. It's like he read his mind, his face red as he drew away.

Smiling stupidly, they both got ready to leave.

***

Slicking his hair to one side, that smile was still on Sean's face. He didn't even ask for Mark to kiss him, it just happened. And honestly, he loved it.

Heading downstairs, he stood by the door, checking his phone. Answering some tweets to pass the time, he heard Mark come downstairs.

"Ready to go?" He asked.

Taking in the fact that he was wearing his striped muscle shirt, his throat was dry as he gave a small nod. "Yeah."

Cutting in front of him, Mark opened the door, ushering him outside. "After you, good sir." He said in a British accent.

Laughing a little, he tipped his imaginary hat. "Why thank you, kind sir."

They decided to walk over there, since it wasn't too far away from where they were.

"It's nice to get out, isn't it?" Mark asked, trying to make small talk.

Sean nodded. "Yeah it is. I like getting some fresh air when I'm stressed about something too."

"Well, thankfully this is a stress-free vacation for you." Mark said with a smile, looking over at him.

Sean smiled back. "It really is. Thanks for inviting me over."

To his surprise, and slight shock, Mark took his hand, lacing their fingers together. "Not a problem." He said gently.

Sean didn't even bother to let go, his face red again as they continued on. People gave them weird looks, whispering to each other, probably bad stuff. But they weren't bothered in the least by that, and they're okay with it.

Reaching In-N-Out, it wasn't as busy as they thought it would be.

"This place smells so good." Sean said. "I want all the stuff."

Mark laughed. "Yeah me too, man." He took out his wallet when Sean looked at him.

"You don't have to pay for my stuff, Mark. I got my own money." He said.

Mark brushed it off. "I got it. Don't worry about it."

Placing a light kiss on his cheek, Sean giggled as they reached the front of the line. Ordering what they wanted, Mark paid for it before they grabbed their drinks from the soda machine.

"Hey.." Sean said, getting Mark's attention. "Look at the newspapers."

Mark turned to where they were, seeing the headline "Robbery ends gruesome for victims" making him quickly grin. It was his work, but once again, judging by the title, they didn't catch him.

"Yikes.." He said. "That's unfortunate."

"Yeah it is..that's what..three headliners this week?"

Mark nodded. "Something like that."

Their food was ready, and they walked out and headed back home, mostly in silence, Sean eating some of his fries.

Reaching the house, they headed inside, setting the bags of food on the kitchen counter.

Mark turned to him. "I'll be right back. I just remembered I forgot to do something in my recording room."

Sean nodded, and he walked off. He immediately let suspicion get the best of him. Mark's definitely been acting...off...in some way. Like..it's almost not him. Walking upstairs, he headed into his room, looking around. It was the same set up, except the bed sheets are a dark blue, his wall grey.

Seeing clothes strewn about, something caught his eye. It was in his duffel bag, and Sean moved whatever was covering it up to the side. His breath caught in his throat, picking up something he'd never thought Mark would carry.

A gun.

"Wh..what would he need this for?" Sean asked to himself. Glancing back down, he noticed something else that was right next to it. "Oh my god..."

Numbly setting the gun down, he picked up the other weapon.

It was a little silver pocket knife. And it had blood stains on it.

Just like that, the moment came flashing back in his mind when Mark quickly dashed to the bathroom to wash his hands. Everything began to click: the newspapers, the news on TV, the sudden absence, the two second pause before he said what he was doing.

Sean was breathing heavily, tears running down his face, his hands shaking, tightly holding the knife as he dropped his arm down his side.

"I don't want to believe this..." He whispered, not even bothering to wipe the tears that are falling down his cheeks.

"Sean?" He heard Mark ask from downstairs, and his heart started racing. He didn't want him to know...but at the same time...he wants to know. Mark has been LYING to him the whole damn time!

"Sean?"

He didn't even move from where he stood, although his brain was screaming at him to get out of there, that this is too risky.

"Sean you--" Mark stopped, freezing by his bedroom door. "S-Sean?"

Sean slowly turned around, Mark's face having full guilt written all over it.

He raised the knife again, showing it to him, his voice wobbly.

"It was all you..."