(that last chapter was something. XD I promise my smuts are better than that.)

((Narrator's Pov))

Mark awoke to a grey and rainy Ireland morning, jack cuddled up close to him the gloomy morning felt perfect. Slowly to not wake the sleeping irish boy he got out of bed and got dressed, going to the kitchen he put on a pot of coffee and got out his phone, calling one of his closest friends Wade. "Mellow Yellow?" Answered Wade after letting it ring for a bit. "Wade, you gotta help me." Said mark as he sat on the couch. "Was the Irish guy really a big smelly rapist?" Asked Wade in his tired state. "No way! He's adorable and looks like his picture. But my real problem is I think I'm in love..." Trailed off the fire red haired man. "Dude your screwed. What's he gonna say when you tell him about your other job besides YouTube? Ya know, as a guy prostitute?" Asked Wade "I'm not gonna tell him that! And you know I quit a month before I moved here." Whisper yelled mark. "I know. But what about, him? Ya know, him." Asked Wade, referring to marks other side, dark. "He'll understand... I hope." Said mark, worry in his voice. He soon hung up with Wade, hearing footsteps coming from his own room he followed behind jack and hugged him around his waist from behind, placing a soft kiss on his porcelain neck as the sleepy irish boy poured himself a cup of coffee. "Morning princess." Purred mark in his lovers ear. "Morning markimoo." The shorter man turned to kiss his dominant partner. "Your so cute when you beg for me by the way." Said mark, referring to the night he fell for jack. Jack only blushed and hid his face in marks chest. "Shut up ya fuck!" Said jack, giggling to himself. "You gotta make me babe." Chuckles mark. "So you love me?" Asked jack, looking up at mark. "U-Um... I mean, yeah! Totally..." Said mark blushing to the point of his cheeks being the color of his hair. "Well I love you too. So yay!" Cheered jack, kissing his new found boyfriends cheek. "Well you got me to shut up." Said mark, still blushing as he chuckled. "And don't worry about a dark side mark, anti is dying to see him." Said the Irish man, strutting his way to the living room and leaving his poor boyfriend dumbfounded and blushing.