Title: No One Knows ch 2

Author: Libby AKA phoenixprincess

Feedback: would be nice, real nice!

Pairing: Mark/Maureen, Mark/Roger.

Word Count: 1013

Rating: NC-17

Genre: Romance, Angst

Summary: nearly all of the same events in ch 1 but set in Mark's POV plus a little extra

Notes: 'tis my first rent fic, please be gentle with me. It's written almost like a bunch of little stories mashed together all about the same thing mainly. Mark's POV

Warnings: MF sex, scarf bondage, dominant!Mark Kinky!Mark. swearing

Disclaimer: Do not own rent or any of it's characters, I just like to play with them (especially Kinky!Mark).

When Mark Met Maureen

As he lay in bed with that chick, Maureen, Mark thought of his life. Thought of why he did the things he did. Outside this room, Mark was extremely quiet. Never talked about himself and even his best friends didn't know much about him. One day he overheard Roger, Collins, and Benny talking about getting him laid because they 'knew' he was a virgin. Mark was 18 at the time. He hadn't been a virgin for 4 years by then. They didn't know that at least once a week he picked someone up and went to their place. They just couldn't see it in him. He was quiet, concerned, repressed Mark. If they only knew.

Another thing that no one knows is the fact that Mark is a major kink. MAJOR KINK. The first time he every really gave a clue to anyone was when he met Maureen. He was out filming and just, literally, bumped into her. She was hot, wild, and sarcastic. He thought she could hold her own. Mark was tired by that time of all the women that hit on him. Mary-Sue types that wanna cuddle and talk. Mark just wanted to Fuck. Maureen seemed like the perfect opportunity. So he asked to go to her place. She said that she was living with her parents at the time, I lie he knew, and asked to go to his. Mark could see pity in her eyes and wanted to change her mind about him so he wrapped his arm around her waist and took her to the loft.

By the time they got back to Mark and Rogers home it was around 12 am. By then he was nearly running. He needed her, wanted her. Not for her but for the release. And when he saw Roger on the couch his need doubled. Mark winked slyly at Roger and pulled Maureen into his room.

Mark wasn't stupid. He knew how thin the walls of the loft were. He also knew that he could get Maureen to scream so loud that the dancer downstairs would hear. He's done it before, and in fact it's one of his favorite things to do. He wanted to make her scream, he wanted Roger to hear. He needed Roger to hear. Needed Roger to know how well adapt he was in this area of his life. He wanted to make Roger horny as fuck.

That was another thing no one knew. Mark was Bisexual. Not only was he bi, but he preferred men, more specifically Roger. Mark had wanted Roger for years now. Once he thought he was close to having him. Right after Roger had gone through withdrawal he was very clingy. Mark couldn't go anywhere, do anything without Roger. It felt like he hadn't had sex in a millennium. So one day when he was in the shower he couldn't control himself. It wouldn't take long he knew and he thought that Roger could stand to be alone for a little while longer than usual. He braced himself with his right hand and grabbed himself with the left. He began pumping, silently, thinking of Roger in all his glory. Thinking of Rogers hands, his lips, tongue, abs, ass, everything Roger. He was nearly there and before he knew it the object of his fantasy had ripped open the shower curtain. Upon seeing Roger there for real, starring, transfixed at his pumping hand it was all he could take. Mark let out a low groan as he felt his release and heard Roger muttering apologies and running out the room. When Mark was all cleaned up and walked out of the bathroom he smirked at how Roger, with a pillow on his lap, was shifting uncomfortably.

So as he pulled Maureen into his room he was on a mission to make Roger want him. Make Roger need him as much as Mark needed Roger. He decided to play a little game.

Mark LOVED his scarf. It had so many uses. It could keep the cold air off his neck, it could cover his mouth to keep the cold air from burning his lungs. His favorite use for his scarf however, he put in play with Maureen that evening. He stepped back to admire his handiwork. Maureen was writhing in pleasure. Her hands were tied behind her back. Cloths gone, her cheeks were flush and breathing fast and shallow. Mark had a quick flash of what Roger might look like in that same position which made him even harder. She was moaning, pleading, asking. Mark smiled. This was his favorite game.

"OH GOD, HOLY SHIT!" There we go. Mark nearly sighed. This chick is hard to break he thought as he came up to kiss her once again. It had taken two and a half hours and 4 orgasms for her to scream like he wanted her to. Finally he entered her and finished himself with a groan louder then normal to make damn sure that after all that work, Roger would hear it all. He collapsed on her and she giggled. He lifted his head and smiled. She wasn't so bad. Maybe he'd keep her around for a while. She seemed willing to play his way and it wouldn't hurt to have someone. He rolled off her and thought as she fell asleep. No, it wouldn't hurt to have someone around , even if that someone wasn't Roger.

When Maureen broke up with Mark

Mark hung up the phone. well, funs over he thought. Ironic to think that Maureen had dumped him for another woman. She was kind of getting boring anymore anyway. The last time they had good sex was when she found out he was bi. See Maureen had gotten him somewhat drunk that night and started to talk about their past experiences. Mark forgot about secrets and blurted about Sean. Unlike what he expected, Maureen ran with it. Mark was subjected to his own game that night. Arms tied behind his back with his scarf, and blindfolded with her bandana all he could do was moan and squirm as she licked, bit and sucked everywhere, all the while imagining it was Roger. He was close, so close. She stuck her finger inside him, and he came instantly with a loud, "oh, fuck!"

That was probably the best sex he's ever had with a woman. Thinking back on it, that's very odd. All of Marks games let him be the dominant one, he's the one that grants the needs, or wants, of the other. Mark, only Mark is in control. Yet this one time when he wasn't in control, he was the one that needed, wanted, it was the best sex he's had. Was it Maureen? Or was it the thought of Roger? That was long ago, she hadn't been fun in a while. Always, 'Pookie, can't I touch you?' and 'I wanna watch YOU this time'. He thought she'd enjoy the games just as much as he did.

Roger knew something was up. He kept asking Mark questions about Maureen and why he wasn't heartbroken. Mark couldn't tell him it was because of him. As long as Roger was around Mark would be fine. As long as he had Roger, in any way, shape, or form, Mark would be alright. So he just shrugged his shoulders and walked away, knowing this wasn't over and thinking on what he would say when the time came.

Mark, once more, was drunk. He could hear himself as he spoke about Maureen not being fun, and his games. He almost blurted out some positions he worked through when Roger asked about his games, but he just stood, smirked and walked into his room, hoping all the while that Roger would follow and Mark could show him first hand what games he had, but Roger didn't follow, and in a way Mark was glad.

Soon after that came Mimi. Mark never really liked her much. All his work keeping Roger off the drugs could go down the drain if this chick talked him into using again. Not to mention the fact that Roger seemed so much in love with her. All he felt through those years was jealousy. He picked up more people (mostly men) and had his way with them. Never brought any home again till after.

Mimi and Roger had a fight, again. But this time Roger told her that they were through. He couldn't be with her if she stayed on the drugs. So she let him go, foolish little child, and ran home to momma. Well, Roger was once again in his depressed mood and Mark couldn't handle staying there so he left to go to the bar.

An hour later a completely sober Mark led in a handsome brunette named Scott. In a stage whisper he said, "Shhh, Scott, I got a roommate. I don't know if he's sleeping but don't wanna disturb him anyway." Scott, clearly plastered, just laughed and was dragged into Marks room.

The next morning Mark peaked through the cracked door to see Roger sitting on the couch staring at the wall. He smirked and, as quietly as possible, woke Scott and told him to get dressed. He planned to put on a show that morning. Clad in nothing but Boxers he led Scott to the door of the loft. Glancing once at Roger who stared wide eyed, he leaned in and gave Scott a hard kiss on the lips. After, Mark pulled him close and set a date for that afternoon at the life and with one more quick kiss, Scott left.

Rogers reaction was priceless. His mouth was opening and closing like a fish out of water, eyes were as big as saucers and the tell-tale bulge in his pants told Mark everything he needed to know. Mark smirked at him and quickly put a look of innocence on his face.

"Didn't you know? I've always been bi."

And as he walked back into his room he couldn't help but think let the games begin!