Again, I own nothing… And, okay, it is slash… I didn't feel like getting into all the feeling parts of it, so I skipped it… You've all read it tons of times…

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Roger pulled back and stood up quickly, bringing a finger to his lips and staring quizzically at Mark, not speaking.

Mark stood up to, his eyes going wide. It really was an accident, not that he hadn't wanted it to happen lately. He really did in fact, but that was beside the point. "I'm sorry." He didn't want Roger to flip out. "It really was an accident!"

Roger looked at the floor for a moment, and walk heavily to the door, slamming it shut behind him. Each stair pounded under his feet as he took them three by three. Roger stood outside the building. "What the hell was that?" He asked to no one at all.

"What was what?" Roger spun around when someone answered his question, to stand facing Angel. She was dressed in her street clothes, jeans and at the moment, one of Collins flannel shirts.

"Ohh, nothing Ang. Just some stuff with me and Mark."

She set her 'drum' on the ground and sat on it, looking up at Roger. "What kind of stuff?"

"Just stuff." If he couldn't talk to Angel, there was no use. Angel was the easiest person in the world to talk to. "Nothing big."

"It doesn't sound like nothing big." She stood back up. "What's up?"

"Really, it's nothing Angel."

"Fine, I'll go talk to Mark. He's much easier to get to talk." She picked up her pickle barrel and made a show of walking to the door.

The only reason Roger stopped her was because he knew how right she was. Mark would tell her everything, and more. "Fine. Me and Mark kind of just…" He watched her eyes go wide. "Kissed. Just a little."

She rolled her eyes. "Is that all?"

"What are you talking about!"

Angel put a hand on Roger's shoulder. "You two are clearly meant to be a couple."

"What?" Roger asked stupidly.

"Ya. Collins and I talk about it all the time. It's just so obvious!"

"What?" Roger repeated stupidly.

"You both look at each other all the time, and I'm sorry, but not even brothers are that close."

"What?" You get the idea.

"Well, are you telling me you never thought about it?" She raised her eyebrows in an 'I know everything' kind of way.

"No! Well, not really. Not a lot… Maybe a little, sometimes… But it's Mark!"

She squeezed Roger's shoulder softly. "I think that's the point honey." With one last wink, Angel turned and walked away.

Roger's head sunk back into his chest for a moment before he looked down at his watch. He wanted to see Mimi, but she was at work for the next few hours. So with a sigh, he went back up to the Loft.

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Mark took to pacing the apartment floor, the ground creaking with each step. What had he done? He may have just ruined everything. The door slowly opened and Roger walked in, closing it just as slowly behind him. With one look at Mark, Roger turned around and faced the door.

"Look Roger, I'm really sorry."

Roger's hand hovered over the door knob, but instead of opening it and walking out, he locked the door and turned back to Mark, whose eyes were focused on the now locked door behind Roger. "Umm, Roger?" Roger took a few slow steps closer to him. "Roger? You don't have to do this." But Roger kept walking closer to him, slowly at first. He took Marks hand, which was shaking, and interlaced their fingers. He leaned in and kissed Mark softly.

Mark was so taken aback, he forgot to return the kiss, which prompted Roger to drop his hand and pull back. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have…" But this time, Mark cut off Roger by grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him in for a deeper kiss. With their arms and mouths now intertwined, Roger slowly pulled Mark over to the couch.