26. Blood
"Oh my God are you okay?"
"Yeah, this blood isn't mine."
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Mark screamed when someone with a knife in one hand, other bloody hand poking his back, staring down at him. The figure put a hand over Mark's mouth, gesturing for him to be quiet with the other. "Senpai, it's me." The soft accent threw Mark off guard, until he realized Jack was at his bedside, not a serial killer that came to murder him.

"Jack? What're you doing here?" Mark asked, ignoring all of the rational thoughts bouncing around in his head. He stood up, shimmying past Jack to hit the light switch. His face turned a shade of pink when he realized that he was only in his boxers, but the embarrassment quickly dissipated when he saw Jack.

"Oh my God are you okay?" Mark asked, looking Jack over. He was drenched from head to toe in blood, and the knife that Mark thought he saw was now gone, his bloody hands gripping his sleeves. Must've imagined it. Mark vaguely wondered how the Junior in high school had gotten into his house, then realized he got in easily because Mark's parents were away.

"Yeah, this blood isn't mine." Mark swore his heart stopped, gathered his thoughts, and nearly fainted. Mark hated blood and anything related to it, and his boyfriend was covered in it, an innocent smile on his face. Then, Mark suddenly recalled that, yes, he was basically dating a serial killer.

"Jack, did you kill someone again? What have I told you about that?!" Mark scolded, cringing at how calm he seemed about it. He loved Jack, he really did, so even a big thing like murder couldn't get his feelings for him to go away.

"That I didn't need to kill people for you because you're already mine." Jack said, mischievously leaning closer to Mark with a grin on his face. That wasn't what Mark had said, but it was the basic point.

"Sean!" Mark said frustratedly. "I'm serious this time! You always come to my house as soon as you kill someone and you're going to end up getting me or my parents thrown in jail! You need to stop or this is over." Mark said it with so much seriousness and sternness in his voice that Jack practically dropped to his knees right then and there and begged for forgiveness. He hated when Mark was mad at him, and he knew he was really serious when he used Jack's real name.

"I'm sorry." Jack said quietly. He choked back the tears, knowing Mark had every right to be pissed at him and that crying would only make Mark feel worse. It was selfish and Jack knew it; killing people out of sheer jealously and envy when he already had Mark at his fingertips. He was also putting Mark at risk, which always hurt Jack a little inside when he thought about it that way. "I'll try not to do it again, I promise, Mark, I promise."

Mark smiled softly, not being able to resist. He knew Jack would try, of course, but if he succeeded in holding himself back would be an entirely different thing. "Okay, Jack."

"Mark, I love you." Jack said, hugging Mark like he was the only thing keeping him from falling.

"I love you too, Sean."