I Promise. (Nateiplier)

"I'm always okay when I'm with you baby~"(MATURE THEME)

(INCLUDES A MATURE THEME)

Mark's eyebrows furrowed as the dream slowly became a nightmare again. This time, he was the crazy one. In his dreams, Nate, Matt, and AJ were brutally murdered by Mark on the last night of their recording FNaF The Musical. Mark stepped back, his face full of mistakes and tears. "N-no..." He looked around and saw the FNaF set torn to shreds with blood on the wallpaper, proof of the victim's struggle. He dropped the kitchen knife and started to shake. On the floor where his friends, all bloody and lifeless. Except for one. Nate. Nate was stabbed too, but he didn't let go that easily as the others did. He still had hope that Mark was not a killer.

"M-Markimoo..." He groaned, his eyelids flickering. At first, Mark had a ping of sadness for his date. But suddenly, he picked up the knife again, and his grin came back...

Mark gasped as his vision suddenly changes to a third person view. Mark raised the knife toward Nate, and Nate tried to shield himself, but he was too weak.

Mark silently cried as he killed Nate again. He stabbed him over and over until Nate's eyes closed. "I-I'm sorry... My love."

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Mark's vision slowly goes black, and then he woke up in Nate's arms, sighing.

Nate was sound asleep, exhausted from his panic attack, as well as all the pressure his body had been under. He didn't dream at all tonight. All he saw was darkness.

Mark's heart calmed down, and he smiled before closing his eyes again.

Nate snored softly, sleeping deeply. A smile slowly formed on his face as the happy memories from earlier flooded his brain. He nuzzled Mark further, mumbling his name sleepily. "M-Mark.." Mark kept an eye open while daydreaming, just in case something happens.

Nate simply held onto him, smiling as the memories played in his head.

_MATURE THEME_

Mark smiled and closed his eyes, trying to have a peaceful dream. He reminded himself of the wonderful times he had with Nate. As the shower incident replaced in his head, he slowly heated up unknowingly.

Mark grunted a little, the heat growing a little more.

Nate shifted slightly, confused as he heard Mark grunting. He rubbed his eyes tiredly, yawning softly. "M-Mark?.."

Mark shifts to the side, his heat slightly increasing.

Nate opened his eyes slowly, lightly nudging Mark's arm. He was groggy and confused as to what was happening. "Mark? You okay?.."

Mark panted lightly and shut his eyes tight. "N-Nate.." He grunted slightly under his breath.

Nate glanced at him worriedly, a bit more awake now, rubbing his arm gently. "Baby, what's wrong? What's happening?.."

"Natey~" Mark muttered, not hearing Nate. "I wish I never got that call~ I wish I could go back into that shower and take all your worries away~" Nate tilted his head, thinking back to the shower. Mark had never even told him who he was speaking to. Curious, he nudged Mark gently, leaning up to whisper in his ear.

"Hey, Markimoo? Who called you when we were in the shower? What did they need?"

Mark groaned slightly. "Nothing important." He nipped at Nate's neck, his heat increasing my the second.

Nate gasped softly, shaking his head as he pulled away. "No, I-I wanna know.."

Mark played with his hair. "It was just static, I assumed it was a wrong number, and hung up..." Then he continued nipping at his neck.

Nate nodded, still a bit confused as to what was happening. He sat up, wincing from the pain in his rib. He glanced down at Mark, stroking his hair gently. "What's happening, Markimoo? Why are you acting like this so suddenly?.."

Mark doesn't answer, and instead, kisses him lightly on the cheek.

Nate just gazed down at him, tilting his head. "Mark? Are you okay?.."

Mark nods. "I'm always okay when I'm with you baby~" He smiles, slightly twitching.

Mark's eyes closed and once again, the shower incident plays in his head, making him blush and groan. Nate rested on his chest, confused as to what was happening. "You sure you're okay?.. Should I get the doctor?"

Mark looks at him and shakes his head. "N-no... No d-doctor. J-just us..."

Nate pointed down, at himself. "My broken rib. I-It hurts to move. I can't.."

Mark looks down. "I-I'm sorry, " he says, his heat slowly dying down. "I forgot about that..."

Nate shook his head, weakly leaning up to kiss his cheek. "It's okay."

He scrunches his knees up to his chest. "I'm sorry... I-I didn't... I was in heat." He admitted, looking down in shame.

"Hey.." Nate shook his head, kissing him again. "You have nothing to apologize for. You couldn't control it. Besides, you at least asked for permission. When I said no, you stopped. You did nothing wrong, Mark."

Mark but his lip. "I guess.." He intertwined their fingers together. "How long will it take to heal? I can wait..." Nate shrugged, squeezing his hand gently. "Not sure. Broken bones tend to take a while..I can try painkillers or something? See if that helps? I'm not sure if there's much I can do.."

Mark looked at him. "Didn't you say painkillers didn't work? It's fine... I can wait for it to heal with nature." Nate nodded, nuzzling his chest gently. " 'm sorry.."

Mark smiled and pets his hair. "You did nothing wrong..it was them... They beat you up for trying to save me." He wrapped the blanket around them both.

Nate relaxed slightly, finding the warmth comforting. Though he shook his head, unable to get the thoughts out of his head. "T-They were gonna kill you. You..y-you looked so dull and lifeless..I-I don't even know what they were planning on d-doing with me.." Mark held him close. "They were... " He stopped himself. A tear falls from his eyes, but he turned away, in an effort to hide it.

Nate glanced up at him. "What? T-They were what?.."

"Mark." Nate nudged him nervously. "W-What were they g-gonna do?"

Mark gulped lightly but kept his mouth shut.

"M-Mark." Nate teared up, wincing as he pushed himself up to a sitting position. "Tell me. W-What were they gonna do? I-I have the right to know.."