In Love with a Criminal (Septiplier Story)

Twelve

Come break me down

Bury me, bury me

I am finished with you

Look in my eyes

You're killing me, killing me

All I wanted was you.

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(Content warning!)

Mark raised his empty hands. "It..it's not what you think.."

"It's EXACTLY what I'm thinking!" Sean said. "All these murders and robberies...it's all because of YOU!"

"No, Sean, listen to me! I--"

"SHUT UP!" He said, pointing the knife at him. "I thought we were honest with each other...about everything..." His next words were like poison in his mouth. "But I guess none of this...whatever it was..was real, was it? It was all just some kind of fucking trap to have me killed."

Mark's expression was a combination of regret and hurt. "Sean...it's not like this...I still love you, you know I do."

"STOP TELLING ME LIES!!!" He snapped suddenly. "I WANT THE FUCKING TRUTH, MARK!!!"

"I am telling you the truth!!" Mark said, beginning to get emotional. "Just...just put the knife down and I'll talk.."

"Talk first and I'll drop the knife." Sean said.

"You idiot, I'm NOT gonna play this game with you!"

Flinching at what he just said, his hand shook, but he lowered the knife anyway.

Mark sighed in relief. "Alright..good." He began, taking a couple steps forward. "I know what you're thinking...but it's not the reasoning behind it..you see blood on there because I've messed up..I accidentally cut myself.." He lifted up his sleeves, revealing a couple slash marks on his arms. "See? That's just because I screwed up and cut my arm on accident."

Sean shook his head. "I don't believe you..."

"You should." He said. "I would never kill anybody...you know this.."

He didn't realize until now that Mark was inches away from him. Sean's hands ached to touch him again, but he resisted, although it was tempting.

"I can prove it.." He said. "Just let me..."

Sean didn't even move, his hands at his sides. Mark moved the duffel bag off the bed, still showing his hands that are empty, proving he didn't take the gun out of there. Slowly moving them, he put them on either side of Sean's face, gingerly wiping the tears away.

"What're you---" Sean began, but got cut off, Mark putting a finger on his lips. Leaning in, he gave him a light kiss before he drew away slightly.

"I still love you." Mark said again. "It won't change."

Sean's feelings caved in once more, just like last time. Even when his thoughts told him not to do it, he ignored them. Grabbing the back of his head, he kissed him passionately. That spark wasn't fully there like before..as if it felt different. He didn't care. He wanted this. He needed this. He craved it right now.

Suddenly falling backwards, they landed on the bed, not letting go of each other. Mark's legs straddled Sean's hips, opening up his mouth more. He felt one of his hands slip underneath his shirt, making Mark shudder.

Climbing up onto the bed the rest of the way, Mark pulled Sean up to him, having his hands waiting by the hem of his shirt.

"It's okay Sean." He said, moving them up slightly, taking the shirt with. "It's okay."

Swallowing hard, Mark helped him take it off, tossing it on the floor somewhere. Doing the same with Sean's shirt, he fell back on the bed, taking Mark with him.

Fitting himself against Sean, he kissed him again, his hand trailing down his arm, gripping his hand.

Sean's brain was mixed with feelings: anger, frustration, love, and lust. That argument was still taunting him, telling him to stop doing this. That it's not right. That this is wrong. Right now, he doesn't think it's wrong. This is something he's been wanting forever. Ever since he met Mark.

Mark drew away from the kiss, dragging his lips down Sean's neck. Arching his back, his grip tightened on him, tilting his head to the side. He closed his eyes in pleasure, a smile on his face. Whispering his name, it made him crazy for more.

Rolling them over, everything was a blur of motion from that point on.

***

At some point, Sean fell asleep, Mark getting himself dressed quietly, being careful not to disturb him. Zipping up his black hoodie, he grabbed the knife and the gun, walking out of the room, composing himself after what happened earlier. He smiled to himself, relieved that the lie worked. He was worried it wouldn't, but he made it work, loving him unconditionally.

Walking up to a local store, he also had some spray paint, and decided to paint a threat along the front of the building since it was closed. Taking out the red spray, he painted "Nobody's Safe". Smiling, he threw it away, breaking down the door. Sirens immediately started going off, meaning he was on a time frame. Opening up the register drawer, he snatched all the money that was in it.

Not too much later, he heard the sirens, and he grabbed whatever else he could before he took out a bomb he snatched from his bag, setting it on the ground. Climbing out the back window, he heard the police walk inside, shouting orders when they saw the surprise.

"Grenade!!!" They shouted, but it was too late, Mark hearing it blow up. Smiling again, he walked back to the house without hassle.

But when he opened the door, however, he saw that Sean was awake, sitting down on the couch, fully dressed in a black shirt and jeans, looking right at him.

Mark dropped the bag of money, knowing that this time, he can't hide his tracks.

Sean stood, those tears back in his eyes, a knife from the kitchen in his hand.

He raised it up to him. "I knew you were lying.."