I own nothing. I suck at knowing where to stop a chapter. Sex a few times. Enjoy.


When I woke up Mark was still wrapped around me. I was confused at first, but then I remembered what happened last night. What Mark said was really getting to me. He thought he wasn't good enough for me.

I understood what he was talking about, everything with his family made him fearful. Now he was trying to get used to be with people. I was afraid that he would never get used to it though.

"You're thinking too much," Mark muttered against the skin of my neck, "I'm sorry that I had a relapse. I'm sorry that I stopped eating. I'm sorry that I hide my feelings. I'm sorry that I hurt you."

"Shh," I said kissing the top of his head, "I know that you're sorry, but I'm afraid that you're going to hurt yourself."

"I know you are," he said moving so we were staring into each others eyes, "But I'm not going anywhere as long as you want me here I'll be here, with you, with our family."

"Mark," I said grinning widely, "You said 'our family'."

"I know," he said running a hand through my hair, "You were right. I was afraid of getting too close to them, but I can see that it's hurting you. I don't want to hurt you."

"I know,"' I said kissing his lips softly, "Just take it slowly, and if you need help, because tell me. I'll help you if you ask."

"I know you will," he said sighing, "Can we just stay in here? I don't know if I can face anyone yet."

"Of course," I said sitting up, "But before we decide to lie in bed for the rest of the day, I'll go get us some food and you take a shower."

"I have a better plan," he said wrapping his arms around me, "How about you get some food after we take a shower, together?"

"You were always better with plans then me," I said pulling him down into a kiss.

Feeling Mark's lips on mine I felt complete. Mark was everything that I ever wanted. He was sweet, kind, loveable, sexy, smart, funny, sarcastic, and he was everything to me.

When I said that I would kill myself if Mark ever died I was telling the truth. I knew I couldn't live without Mark. He was my life now and there was nothing that would make me stop being with him.

"Chris," Mark said breaking the kiss, "Are we taking that shower or not?"

"Oh we are," I said pulling him up and into the bathroom.

I shut the door behind me and said a spell to sound proof the room. My hands moved to Mark's body and I pulled off the shirt he was wearing. Seeing his chest I felt lust break through me.

Mark's body was amazing. The tattoo's fit him perfectly, the muscles were well defined, and the little rings on his nipples made me want to lick every part of him I could get my tongue on.

My hands started to work on his pants. Last night we had fallen asleep in our street clothes so we were both wearing jeans. I unbuttoned and unzipped them as quickly as I could before pulling them and his boxers off.

I felt Mark's hands on my stomach as he unbuttoned my shirt. I smacked his hands away and smirked at his shocked face. My hands moved from his body and I started to teasingly take my shirt off.

Seeing Mark's eyes widen as I slowly slipped the shirt off my shoulders. I bit my lip when I ran my fingers over my nipples and to my jeans. As I slipped them off I heard Mark groan softly.

When I was finally out of all of my clothes both Mark and I were hard. The lust that was rolling off of us was so strong, but mixed in with the lust there was love. I could feel how much Mark loved me and I knew he could feel how much I loved him.

I moved closer to Mark and pressed myself against him. He let out a shuttered breath. My hand brushed over his ass before I turned the water on for our shower. Mark's body was starting to shake and I knew it wasn't going to be long before he took control.

Getting in the shower I grabbed his arms and pulled him in with me. As the water fell on us I looked into Mark's eyes and saw how dark they were. I barely had any warning when he let out a soft growl.

"Chris," Mark said through gritted teeth.

"Take me," I said nibbling on his ear, "Fuck me. Love me."

"Shit," he said ramming me into the shower wall and kissing me roughly.

Mark's hands traveled to my hips and lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around him and thrust against him hopeful. A moan slipped through his lips. He pulled back from our kiss only to attack my neck.

"Mark," I said whimpering.

"Love you," he said moving my head so he was looking into my eyes, "Love you so much."

"I love you too," I said kissing him softly.

"Are you ready?" he asked moving so it was easy to thrust into me.

"Yes, god, yes," I said moaning loudly.

When he entered I threw my head back and hit the wall of the shower. My hands clutched his shoulders and I tried to get him deeper in me. Mark moaned and dropped his head to my shoulder panting.

"Please," I begged trying to make him move.

"Yeah," he said pulling out and thrusting in quickly.

As Mark thrust into me his mouth latched onto my neck. Moans and screams were slipping through my lips. With Mark in me I had forgotten everything, but the pleasure. My fingernails dug into his back and as I raked them down I could feel the blood drip from them.

Mark broke away from my neck and moaned at the feeling. His thrusts became more frantic. It wasn't long after that when we both started to cum. I heard Mark moan my name loudly as I screamed his.

I felt him lean heavily against the wall and myself. After awhile he turned his head and kissed me lovingly. I broke the kiss and rested my head on his chest. He lifted me off of him and let me stand on my own.

"I love you so much," I said running a hand through his hair, "I love you."

"I love you too," Mark said smiling, "I love you."

"What I said was true," I said looking into his eyes, "When you die I'll kill myself."

"I know," he said sadly, "And you know I'd do the same for you."

"Yeah," I said nodding, "I know. Now, weren't we going to take a shower?"

"Yeah," he said adjusting the water to make it hotter, "Got distracted."

We took a quick shower knowing that we were about to run out of hot water. When we were down Mark and I went back into our bedroom. Both of us put on simple boxers and Mark got back in bed.

"What do you want to eat?" I asked resting my hand on the doorknob.

"How about some fruit?" he asked calmly.

"Yeah," I said nodding, "That sounds good."