Author's Note: This chapter was mostly made by Indypopcorn, featuring myself in some parts of it. If you enjoy her writing, please make sure to check out her other Septiplier work as well on her own account!

Thanks for your support throughout the development of Nutella: A Septiplier Smut.

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"Mark, how long are ya gonna take at the store?"

"Twenty minutes, Jack. We do need food to survive."

"But that's almost half an hour! And I'm suuuuper tired."

"Jack, of all the people that should be tired, it's me. I rode you last night, for god's sake!"

"...good point."

"Just watch something while I get food, okay? I'll be home soon."

"Okay then. Bye."

"Bye, babe."

Mark sighed happily, ending the call. He liked being worried over by Jack. It was cute.

He took a hold of a shopping cart and started pushing it towards the produce section. As he stopped it and looked over the fruits, he saw that an old lady was also shopping. And she was looking at the melons.

Mark covered his mouth, (hopefully) muffling his uncharacteristically loud snort.

The woman looked back towards him, quirking an eyebrow suspiciously. Mark nearly lost it, trying to transition his breathy laughter into a coughing fit. Thankfully, she looked back towards the rack of melons, and Mark took his cart and scrambled towards the chips. Produce could come later.

He looked through the chips, lazily pushing his cart down the aisle.

Wait. He saw something.

He backtracked a few steps and looked through the shelves to see...a huge jar of Nutella.

Mark bit his lip, a few giggles spilling over again. He swore riding Jack possibly had some weird side effects. Or, he was just on a Nutella-induced sugar high. Nutella everywhere.

He bit his lip harder, recounting the moments of last night.

He'd admit it, he enjoyed having a dick up his ass.

He gripped the handle of the shopping cart, flushing as he tittered more. He should stop before people got concerned.

But his arousing yet oddly amusing thoughts continued as he pushed his cart towards the spreads aisle and the Nutella. Oh, sweet Nutella.

His lips felt a little worn-dry from the constant biting, so he resorted to muffling his spurts of laughter into the sleeve of his - Jack's - blue sweatshirt.

He took the large jar and put it inside his cart, resuming with the grocery shopping.

As he cleared three aisles and managed to pick up the produce without bursting into an immense laughing fit, he neared his way to the registers. There was a self-checkout, so Mark went there.

As he scanned his things, he finally had one thing to scan: the big jar of Nutella.

He smirked to himself, getting a faint idea on how he could use this.

On a good piece of bread.

On a pancake, maybe.

Or...

On Jack's pale, ivory skin.

He shuddered. Then grinned.

Jack was going to have a good time today.

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Jack slowly stretched as he woke up from his nap. He felt slightly groggy, rubbing his eyes as he looked at the clock on the wall.

Five-thirty pm.

He cursed under his breath. He'd fallen asleep and Mark had probably been home for a while now.

However, he wondered why Mark didn't wake him up when he got home. Where was that douche anyways?

Letting his curiosity get the best of him, he decided to roam around the house until he found Mark.

He felt his stomach growl, remembering that he didn't even have dinner yet.

Mark was suppose to be making dinner tonight, but as he entered into the kitchen, he found that there was nothing cooking on the stove.

Jack frowned slightly, but smiled as he turned his attention to a plate of donuts that seemed to be recently made.

Before he dug into the tasty treats, he noticed a note that was attached to the plate.

"Jack,

I made some donuts just for you. Try and guess what the secret ingredient is. ;)

Love, Mark."

Jack grabbed one of the donuts, biting into it with delight. However, as his taste buds processed the glaze of the donut, he realized that Nutella was purposely spread onto them.

"Son of a bitch." Jack smirked, shaking his head as he continued to eat the donut. Hey, it was a good donut. Why not eat it?

He finished it, licking off the remaining Nutella from his fingers. Speaking of licking...he shivered as he remembered the moments of last night.

His licking slowed as his thoughts advanced, and he hummed, turning around and leaning against the counter, crossing his arms.

Where was that Mark?

Jack wanted him here, now.

He frowned. Something was off about this and he didn't know why.

He looked at the clock again, and shrugged, turning around to take another donut and walking out the kitchen.

Jack silently ate the donut as he looked through the bedrooms, their recording rooms, even outside, but Mark was nowhere to be seen.

He sighed, giving up his little search adventure, making his way to where he slept. Might as well sleep more.

He sat on the bed, facing away from the bedroom door. He ran a hand through his lime-green hair, crossing his legs.

"Goddamnit, Mark."

Suddenly, Jack felt the bed dip and a warm body press against his back, making the Irishman gasp and nearly jump, were it not for the firm hand on his lap keeping him down.

He felt stubble on his shoulder where his - Mark's - shirt was loose and a bit large on him, and a deep chuckle, warm breath tickling his ear.

"Did you like my donuts, Jack?"

"And where t'e fock were ye?" Jack returned after his breathing had calmed down.

"I was hanging out in the closet."

"Figured." Jack let out his own chuckle, slightly but hesitantly leaning into Mark's touch. Hell, they'd had kinky sex last night and should be pretty comfortable with each other, but Jack still felt a bit insecure. Mark hadn't said anything about feelings yet. Would he?

"Did you even eat a donut?"

"I ate two, and they weren't funny, Mark." Jack wouldn't look at Nutella the same way ever again.

"But I bet they tasted delicious..."

"Frankly, yeah." Jack shrugged, trying to figure out what to do. Damn, why was Mark always so in control?

Mark scooted closer, and Jack felt a rigid hardness rub against his rear.

Hot damn.

"Do you still feel hungry?" Mark's voice had gotten softer, and Jack shuddered and shook his head. His heart started to thunder at the sensation of Mark's dick pressed up against his rear.

"Good..."

Mark ran his hands up Jack's torso, skimming over the material of Jack's borrowed shirt. The younger swallowed, knowing what Mark wanted but for some reason he didn't feel particularly aroused.

Mark's fingers gently tugged on his shirt, seeming like he would take it off, but the Eurasian only repeated the action, teasing Jack and Jack didn't want that.

"Mark, w-what t'e fock..."

He felt Mark's arm slide down again, going under his shirt. Mark's hand felt warm. Jack shivered.

"What?"

"Yer're teasing me..."

"I know..." Mark gave a pleasant little hum, finally taking the hem of Jack's shirt and pulling it over the younger's head. Jack held back a sigh. At least Mark wasn't going to be an asshole. Mark's hand fell downwards again, all but tickling the Irishman. He tittered slightly, and Mark hummed, stimulated a bit by the resonance of Jack's titter.

"Hmm, you're not fully hard yet..."

"I-I saw." Jack bit his lip. Was he disappointing to Mark?

"Here, let me help." Mark's hand drifted downwards slowly, gently sliding under Jack's pants and boxers. Jack quivered, rolling his hips slightly and biting his lip as Mark took a hold of his half-chub.

Jack's hips moved again, and he felt Mark's other hand hold his waist. The younger swallowed harshly as Mark started to slowly tug on his cock.

Jack bit his lip harder as Mark used his other hand to pull Jack's sweatpants down further. The older scooted backwards to the center of the bed, pulling Jack closer so his legs were completely on it. Leaning forward, Mark took Jack's pants and boxers and pulled them off, throwing them in a random direction.

Mark sped up his hand, causing the Irishman to gasp and roll his hips into Mark's hand, making the older chuckle. Jack shivered again, pressing up to Mark and letting him do whatever he pleased. Just this once.

He let out a small whine and licked his lips as Mark's other hand danced downwards, grazing his nipple. The hand on Jack's cock slowed, but moved differently, twirling upwards as it pulled. Jack moaned, biting his lip immediately after. Mark's hand pulled Jack's shirt upwards, and Jack bit his lip harder. Mark was taking over and a part of him didn't want that.

He tried to steady his breathing and not make any noise. It worked for just a bit - Jack's heart beat faster and breathing through his nose wasn't enough. He opened his mouth, taking shallow breaths as the room got hotter and hotter and Mark's hand went up and down and up and down.

Jack groaned - not moaned, groaned - when he felt warm lips press to his temple and a hand pass over his nipple. Mark did it again, and Jack's back arched as he let out a small moan.

"God, Jack, don't hold back...I wanna hear you sing..." Mark's voice came out in a deep whisper, but Jack shook his head. He fought to keep his control. Mark chuckled, amused and simply kept going with his actions.

Jack groaned again, partly wishing Mark would go faster but also wanting to turn over and push Mark down to the bed. But every time he tried to get up, Mark kept a steady grip on his waist and slowed his hand on his member.

"F-fock..."

"Fuck you?" Mark questioned playfully, licking a strip from the base of Jack's neck to Jack's ear.

"F-ock you." Jack grumbled slightly, face flushing from his ears to his neck.

"Too late..."

Jack didn't get what Mark meant by that until he felt fingertips lightly press against his entrance, causing him to let out a loud moan.

"M-ark, s-stop it..."

Mark made sure if Jack really wanted him to stop, but he knew he didn't, assured by how the Irishman didn't try to resist any further.

"Stop what? You seem to be enjoying this..." Mark made his point by pressing his finger against Jack's entrance again, and Jack bucked his hips, groaning and really wanting to push Mark over.

"I-"

He was cut off by Mark quickly pushing his finger into his entrance. Jack moaned loudly, cursing under his breath. Mark bit at his shoulder, experimentally curling his finger as he pulled it out and pushed it in steadily. Jack's mouth fell open again. He sighed shakily as he threw his head back. Mark started kissing his neck, humming in delight as Jack's moans grew.

"Focking bastard..." Jack thought as he felt his burning face.

Jack would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy being Mark's little play toy. However, his craving to take over increased as seconds went past.

He growled with both pleasure and irritation, causing a chuckle to come from Mark.

"Feisty, are we?" He smirked as he saw the look on Jack's face.

"That smug douchebag!" Jack yelled within his mind.

He attempted to distract himself, anything to keep his mind away from the unbearable craving for dominance. Jack started his pathetic attempt by scanning the room, hopelessly trying to find anything to assert his dominance.

Then, on the nightstand next to the bed, he spotted it.

Nutella.

Oh, glorious Nutella.

Jack bit his lip as he tried to form a plan as Mark's constantly moving finger wouldn't let him think straight.

He closed his eyes, whining, mentally pleading that Mark's finger would stop. Even a second and he could get the Nutella.

But Mark seemed to know what Jack was going to do, and slowly added a second finger into his entrance, sending the Irishman into nearly keening with delight. There was the slight stretch but it made the sensation more pleasurable than anything.

"God, you look so hot right now..."

Fully naked, mouth open, panting softly and legs spread open, Jack was sure he was quite the sight. But he didn't care about how he looked as Mark's damned fingers kept up their pace.

He felt Mark's fingers pull back and thrust in quickly, going in deep. He let out a loud cry.

"F-ock...!"

Mark had found his prostate.

Mark deliberately curled his fingers as he pulled them out, making the Irishman whine in annoyance. Why was he so damn amenable?

Mark's fingers sped up again, and Jack's hips moved of their own accord as he tried and failed to keep his vocalizations at bay.

Mark's fingers almost always grazed Jack's prostate, and it was nearly too late for Jack to take over, until Mark pulled his hand away and Jack immediately turned around and pushed Mark down towards the bed, straddling his hips. Finally, he'd gotten in control.

Mark gasped, looking up at Jack as the Irishman stared hungrily. He hummed, grabbing the hem of Mark's shirt and pulling it upwards as the Eurasian man allowed Jack to take it off and throw it in a random direction. The younger's hands ran over the older's torso, fingers tracing every bump and curve of muscle and skin and the scars at his navel, making the older moan softly. Jack looked up to the Nutella on the nightstand, and grinned.

Reaching out to the jar, he grabbed it and quickly took off the lid, ripping off the golden seal and scooped up a bit with his finger. Mark's eyes widened slightly, and Jack smirked.

"I wonder what ye were planning ta do with this..." Jack licked off the Nutella from his finger, humming softly at the familiar taste and rolled his hips slowly into Mark's.

"N-othing in particular..." Mark returned, hoping Jack would put away the damned jar of hazelnut spread.

"Oh, ye sure about t'at?" Jack reached down Mark's pants, making the older gasp at the contact Jack's hand made with his cock. Feeling frisky, Jack gave it an abrupt tug, making Mark's back arch slightly as he whined. Jack chuckled hungrily as he slid back and down Mark's legs, pulling his sweatpants off.

He set the jar next to him, scooping up more onto his index and middle finger and started running them down Mark's chest. The older gasped softly, arching his back more from the cold substance. He tried wiggling away, but Jack was heavier than he looked.

"Did ye really t'ink ye could take over me?" Jack whispered teasingly, leaning down and giving a little lick to Mark's Nutella-covered navel and purring in delight when Mark flinched slightly. He could tell the older man was struggling for control. Jack was having none of that.

The younger smirked and started giving quick little kitten licks upwards Mark's torso, lapping up the Nutella and making Mark whine in protest. His hands scrambled to grip Jack's hair but Jack held them down, gripping his wrists firmly.

As Jack's tongue got closer to Mark's nipples the Eurasian started to struggle even more, knowing that whatever chance he had to take over again was dwindling quickly. Jack hummed, biting down gently where he was licking Mark's skin, making the older let out a strangled noise.

"Ye've got ta learn, Mark..." Jack licked slowly, almost torturously slow over Mark's right nipple, eliciting a guttural moan from him as his back arched.

"Jack, p-lease..."

"Please stop or please make me come?" Jack growled, grinding his hips into Mark's, revealing in the small noises Mark made as he kept licking the Nutella off his skin.

Jack looked upwards to take a gander at Mark. His eyes were half-lidded with lust, and he was panting lightly, face red and flushed. His hips bucked upwards, making Jack moan softly and return the gesture. Mark looked hot.

"Answer me." Jack stopped licking Mark's chest and went down to his boxers, pulling them off swiftly as Mark groaned softly, still trying to take over. Jack ran a finger up Mark's member, making him shiver and buck his hips up again.

"N-no..." Mark shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut.

"Answer. Me."

Mark was about to protest again.

Until Jack pushed two Nutella-covered fingers into his entrance.

"N-oh my f-uck!"

Jack chuckled darkly, steadily increasing the speed of his fingers.

Mark writhed in ecstasy, hands gripping the bedsheets until his knuckles turned white.

Jack started licking up the length of Mark's cock, nearly driving Mark wild as Jack's tongue lapped over his slit and his fingers went deeper.

Mark felt Jack add a third finger and hissed at the unfamiliar feeling. Jack's tongue dipped into his slit and suddenly a huge surge of pleasure coursed through his body as Jack's fingers sped up, making him mewl like a cat in heat. Jack took the tip of Mark's cock into his mouth, moaning around it softly, and Mark bucked his hips up again, feeling the overstimulation and his desire to take over dissipate.

"Please m-make me c-ome...!" Mark moaned out, finally giving up as Jack chuckled, taking out his fingers from Mark's sensitive entrance and lining up his cock with it.

Mark looked at him when Jack took his hands, gripping them tightly as he smirked.

"I thought ye'd never ask, Mark..."

The older nearly started to beg for Jack to move already till Jack pushed in and buried himself deep inside Mark, making the Eurasian wail loudly just by the sheer sensation of being filled.

Jack groaned, starting to move his hips slowly at first until Mark urged him to go faster. He obliged, feeling Mark grip his hands and moan.

Jack snapped his hips into Mark's at a faster pace, Mark making a moan so loud that every pornstar would be jealous. Jack gave in and captured his lips roughly, and Mark sloppily returned the kiss, moaning loudly every time Jack's thrusts grazed or hit his prostate.

Jack groaned, close but wanting Mark to come first. He took a hold of Mark's cock again, tugging it as his thrusts grew more erratic by the second. Mark's moans went higher and higher, prompting the Irishman.

The bed rocked with their efforts, and Mark pulled back from their kiss, moaning louder than ever before and threw his head back.

"Jack, I-I'm...f-fuck!"

Jack's hand sped up and he leaned down to Mark's ear, whispering low.

"C-ome for me, Mark..."

Mark's eyes shot open and his mouth opened as he gaped and let out a soundless moan, a small tear of pleasure running down his cheek as he came the hardest he'd ever come in his life.

Jack moaned loudly as he felt the Eurasian clench around him, thrusting hard before he came inside Mark with a long, drawn-out groan.

Both men were panting hard, and Jack fell down to Mark's chest, breathing heavily and taking in Mark's small whimpers as he floated on his cloud of bliss.

Jack gently eased his limp cock out of Mark's entrance, making the older gasp softly. He felt Mark's hands pull on his arms, scooting him upwards as he was pulled into Mark's chest.

"That was fucking amazing..." Mark's voice had gone hoarse from his vocalizations, making Jack chuckle.

"Did I really make ye yell t'at much?"

"Yes you did, you fucking dick."

"Yer're welcome."

Mark pulled Jack into a soft yet firm kiss, making the younger moan softly, gripping Mark's shoulders and pressing up flush to him. They pulled back slowly, and Mark giggled tiredly as he snuggled up to Jack and closed his eyes, tired as all hell.

"What's so funny?"

"I got bottomed twice, somehow..."

Jack giggled along, caressing Mark's face and leaned into his neck. Even if Jack did just top Mark, he liked being the little spoon. He sighed, closing his eyes.

"T'at's right. Ye can't mess with me..."

They lay in silence, hearing each others' heartbeats until Mark suddenly said:

"I love you."

Jack gasped slightly and opened his eyes and looked at Mark, seeing that Mark had been looking at him too.

"S-say what...?"

"I love you," Mark said with more finality, smiling contentedly as Jack blushed.

Jack's heart swelled in his chest as he took in Mark's sincerity, wrapping his arms around his waist and hugging him close.

"I love ye too..." He whispered, feeling Mark's hand reach down and pull the covers over them, sighing as he let fatigue take him into a deep sleep.

Neither of them knew that they would've been brought together like this.

They thanked a certain hazelnut spread for that.