Love Matters in the Dark (Septiplier/Jack x Dark AU)

Step 20: Unwanted mergers may threaten your business. Arm yourself.

If I had been in Ethan's shoes, I would have spent most of the next hour screaming too. The poor guy. Just trying to get through the work day, delivering packages in the hot California sun. Doubt he ever got a second look from customers, let alone a tip. What must he had been thinking this morning getting up and showered?

That maybe he would get to see some interesting new neighborhoods, or perhaps this was just a side job. A means to an end until he got that awesome acting job on that sitcom he would watch after taking off his shoes and relaxing his aching feet.

I haven't had a chance to ask him of his dreams and goals yet, because of well...the screaming for the past hour.

The small man was huddled up in the thick blankets of one of the beds on the right side of the house. His hazel eyes so huge whenever he even sensed that Mark was near him that I was concerned that they may pop out all together. His youthful face seems to be aging right in front of me, but at least he allows me to get close enough to give him water when his throat gets scratchy from all the screaming.

"Mark," I hiss as I see my boyfriend try to peer around the corner into the room to check on us, and a fresh wave of screams leave Ethan's mouth. "Stop coming in here. You've already done enough for that poor kid to need therapy for years."

The wings and horns are gone, but the slight glint of red in the chocolate gaze still flash as he throws his arms across his chest in an incredible pout as I push him into the hallway.

"I don't like that human," he mumbles, the slightest growl still in the deepest parts of his voice. "He's in bed with you, and his roars of delight are making me need to rip something apart. Him, preferably."

"He's not in bed with me," I mutter back, trying my best to be patient as I can. "I'm trying to keep him calm enough until we can figure out what the fuck to do, and roars of delight? Is that what you are calling the noises coming out of him?"

Mark knits his eyebrows, clearly confused.

"He makes the same noises as you do when you're in the throws of passion, my love."

Oh my god. Do I sound like that when I climax? Like a fucking bagpipe being run over by a truck?

"Darling? You look like I've upset you."

"It's just...never mind. Just never mind. Please just don't get anywhere near - "

"That homewrecking fiend?" He asks, the pouting back in full force.

"Ethan," I grumble back, pushing him further away from the bedroom. "He has a name, Mark. You can't try to kill anyone who gets near me. It's not good for your company or our relationship."

His eyes suddenly become wet with tears, and the dopey smile is dancing on his lips again.

"Relationship? Does this mean...that you belong to me? It's official?"

His hands are clasped in front of his chest as if his only prayers have been answered. The delighted look is almost too precious that it pulls at my need to stay angry at him.

"I...well yes, I guess that..."

A fresh wave of screams from Ethan breaks whatever tender moment we are having, and we both jump at the sound. Mark narrows his dark eyes towards the still opened bedroom door, but says nothing.

"I'm going to continue to try to talk to him," I mention in a lower tone so that Ethan can't hear. "But I need you to work on some sort of plan to fix this. Use your incubus powers to make him forget what happened or something like that."

Mark gives me another confused look, as if I had asked him to grow a new head.

"I'm sorry my love, but I don't have that type of power. I am able to enchant and entrance the people I sleep with, along with some other magical gifts, but I can't change or erase memories of events."

I groan and he shrinks away, obviously unnerved by my annoyance. The desire to please me seems to be outweighing the need to murder Ethan.

At least for now.

"Then what the fuck do we do?" I whisper back. "There's no way in hell that we can have him leave your house in his condition. He'll end up in a fucking mental institution, and that's if no one believes him at all or tries to come here to investigate what he says happened.

Tentatively, Mark raises his hand, like he was a problem student trying to show his teacher that he could behave.

"Oh for fuck's sake, Mark. Just spit it out. How I'm the world are we going to get him to forget this, and don't suggest killing him again."

He shook his head.

"I can't erase his memory, my love, but you can."