The Angel And The Youtuber

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After a quick shower and way too many painkillers, Jack was asleep on the couch. Mark chose to stay up, watching over the sleeping Irishman with the help of coffee. He watched the sunrise from the open window, then began to make breakfast, separating the meals onto two plates. He silently thanked himself for getting groceries the day before, and made a mental note to pick up extras and anything he forgot.

He heard a yawn from behind and turned, seeing Jack walk in behind him. He smiled. "Morning, Mark."

Mark smiled back. "Morning." He gestured Jack to the table, and he sat obediently.

Mark gave him a plate, along with silverware and a mug of coffee. Mark joined him, sitting next to him. He grabbed the sugar and creamer from the counter and placed them in the middle of the table.

Jack stared at the mug, picking it up and sniffing it. "What's this?"

"Coffee. It helps you wake up in the morning. It's also pretty damn good." Mark drank some of his, then added more sugar. "Go on. Try it."

Jack took a small sip, then widened his eyes. "Holy shit. This is really good."

"See? I told you. Now eat up."

The two ate in silence, and Mark cleaned up after. Jack dragged Mark into the living room, sitting them both on the couch. Jack stared at Mark for a moment. "Were you up all night?"

Mark sighed, rubbing his face. "Is it that obvious?"

"Kinda, yeah. I can read people easily."

Mark nodded. "Yeah. I was."

"Were you worried about me?" Mark nodded. "Mark, I'm fine-"

"No, you're not." Mark began to get choked up. "I thought they were going to kill you when I left. I spent the whole day yesterday with Matt and Ryan, trying to take my mind off of you, because I thought you weren't coming back to me. And then I wake up at two in the morning to someone in my house, and when I came downstairs you were asleep on my couch with a blood soaked shirt and missing wings. I couldn't-" A few tears leaked from Mark's eyes as his voice broke, and he sniffed, wiping them away. "I couldn't leave you alone down here. I had to make sure you were okay."

Jack's eyes had filled with tears. "Mark, it's okay. I know you're scared. I am, too. But I'm okay. We'll be okay." He carefully took Mark's hand, lacing their fingers together. "As long as we're together. Okay?"

"Okay." Mark paused for a brief moment. "Wait. Hang on. Don't you have healing powers?"

Jack's expression brightened. "Holy shit, how could I forget?" He let go of Mark's hand, standing up from the couch. He hovered his hands over his shoulder blades. He took a deep breath, and his eyes turned silver. Light transferred from his hands to his wounds. Jack suddenly stood up straight and returned to normal.

"Did it work?" Mark asked, standing from the couch.

"I don't know." Jack took of the shirt he had been wearing, which was one of Mark's old shirts that no longer fit him. "Look and see."

Mark stepped around him and gasped, eyeing the two thin pink scratches on Jack's back. "They're just small scars now."

He reached up, dragging a finger down one of them. Jack shivered from the touch, and Mark felt it. He stepped in front of Jack, reaching up to cup Jack's jaw in his hand. Morning light filtered in through the windows, shrinking Jack's pupils until all Mark could focus on was the bright blue of Jack's eyes.

Jack tilted his head. "Is everything okay?"

"Shush." Mark whispered.

Jack raised an eyebrow, puzzled, until Mark leaned forward, connecting their lips together. Jack widened his eyes, taking a step back. Mark pulled away after a moment, blushing.

"What was that?" Jack asked quietly.

"I-it was a kiss. It's how couples show how much they love each other."

"Oh... hey, Mark?"

"Yeah?"

"Can we kiss again?"

Mark chuckled, pulling Jack closer again and wrapping his arms around Jack's waist, pulling Jack up on his tiptoes. "You don't have to ask."

Mark leaned forward again, and Jack met him halfway, connecting their lips again for a much longer, passionate kiss.