Note: This is my first slash ever, so I am going to use my personal favorite slash lovers, Mark Cohen and Roger Davis from Rent. Enjoy, loves!

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters or Rent. That, of course is owned by The Larson Family, not poor little Slash Ramone

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"What the fuck is your issue, man?!" Mark laughed as Roger inconspicuously tackled him through the doorway. It was, after all 2 AM, and the roommates had just gotten back from a night of partying with Maureen, Collins and Joanne.

"You suck ass at being surprised," Roger sighed, and ran up to the huge loft window. Mark stared at his illuminated silhouette. Sometimes... he just looked so gorgeous. His thin frame was displayed in the moonlight, and his hair was fragmented over his stunning green eyes. Mark caught himself smiling, but only to his own knowledge.

"Yeah, but you'll get over it," Mark laughed and walked up next to Roger. Roger looked over at Mark as he gazed out the window. His glasses had broken through the course of the night, and his short red hair was insane, impossible to work with.

"So what do you say, we call it a night? I'm tired as hell." Roger slammed down on the old couch, sending 1,000 springs creaking. The night had been interesting, capped off with drunken Maureen flashing the entire Life café. Joanne, who had mellowed out since she and Maureen had gotten back together screamed "It's all mine, bitches!" and passionately made out with her stomach.

The things booze will do Mark though, shaking his head.

"Well that sounds good to me. I'm too tired to fuck."

"No such thing," Roger laughed.

Nonetheless, Roger stripped off his shoes, jeans and shirt so that he was only in his boxers. Mark lay down on the bed adjacent to Roger, trying hard not to stare at the singer's hard body, and that line of hair leading into his boxers that Mark had only ever dreamed about.

With these thoughts still rushing, Mark took off his shirt and jeans also, and threw a blanket over at Roger. He stared at the clock next to Roger's couch, blinking 2:15 – 2:15 – 2:15…

Mark sighed and lie down, covering himself with a blanket. The loft window was hardly enough to keep the cold out, but it was New York, after all. As hard as the winters may have been, Mark wouldn't want to be anywhere else.

Mark stared at the ceiling for hours, thinking about Roger, something he could never get off his mind. Roger had been single for months now, ever since Mimi took off to become an actress in California.

But what of the two? Had there... could there ever be more to this than what Mark realized? He knew full well Roger was straight, but he also knew everyone was curious at some point. He had only come to terms with his own sexuality a few months ago, dating a local fellow Bohemian, Steve.

And that was when the symptoms began to show up. It left his friends baffled, but only shortly until they realized what had become. Flu, fever, weakness, there was no mistaking in the diagnosis. It certainly wasn't something that the bohemians were unused to, but never, never something expected from good little boy Mark.

Mark Cohen had contracted AIDS.

He rose from the couch and noted in the back of his head the blinking time. 4:32-4:32-4:32… He crossed past the couch and went, sitting next to Roger's couch, and stared at his closed eyelids. In so many ways, the passion was gone without those eyes. Mark whispered his name lightly, then punched him and Roger's eyes shot open.

Suddenly the mild snoring ceased and Roger looked over directly into Mark's eyes. His eyes hardly showed anger, only mild confusion… and a bit of amusement. And the twinkle that simply made them Roger's eyes.

"What the fuck is your problem?" Roger asked with a smile, mimicking Mark's earlier acts. He smiled at Mark, but Mark returned a gesture that was difficult to read. His face was set, and it almost seemed he was trying to speak, but couldn't.

"Any particular reason you decided to wake me, asshole?"

"Yeah…"

"Well then?"

Mark couldn't respond with words. All he did was take Roger's face in his hands, and kissed him passionately. Roger's chapped lips cut Mark's, but he didn't care. His tongue searched the new environment, and Mark found that a tongue was responding fully, colliding with Roger's every few seconds.

Roger had no idea what had prompted Mark to kiss him, but he didn't care. It was so sudden, but for some reason, to Roger it felt exactly right. He felt his way along Mark's bare back, stroking his skin and feeling the goosebumps the cold night air gave. His back was smooth, lacking in hair like Roger's own.

Mark could hardly believe that it had happened either. It was such an inconspicuous thought, something Mark knew needed to be done. His passion, his love for the singer needed to be fulfilled in that moment. He responded to Roger's calloused hands with his own hands stroking his shaggy hair and working their way into the front of his boxers…

Roger was surprised to feel a sudden grip on his hard cock. He felt himself go numb as Mark went to this level, a level never expected… but was it desired? In the few moments that had happened, Roger wasn't even sure anymore. Mark actually began to slowly move his hand along his cock. It only took a moment for Roger to realize.

Mark is jacking me off! was all that he could even muster to think

Suddenly, they pulled apart. Mark quickly removed his hand from Roger's boxers, apparently oblivious he had even placed them there at all. Mark's eyes betrayed him, attempting as hard as they could to show innocence, but failing miserably.

Roger stared into Mark's eyes, an undying passion now lit between them.

Both were silent, unsure what exactly had happened. Both knew that it was a feeling unlike either had ever felt. The two boys had always shared such a close bond, but never had they done something like this.

Their gaze to one another was electrifying. After what seemed like hours of staring in the darkness at each other, the gaze broke. The two suddenly parted, Mark returning back to his bed, and Roger laying back down on his.

Roger whispered, barely loud enough to hear across the couches "Mark?"

"Yeah?"

"That was fucking amazing."

MORE TO COME PEOPLE! I really want to continue this storyline, and expect steamier scenes in the near future!

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