Title: No One Knows ch 3

Author: Libby AKA phoenixprincess

Feedback: would send me over the moon!

Pairing: Mark/OC, Mark/Roger, Roger/Maureen Friendship only.

Word Count: 1814

Rating: NC-17

Genre: Romance, Angst

Summary: Roger goes to get help in understanding Mark, which leads to some very interesting events

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. Roger's POV there is a large amount of dialogue in this chapter. I'm not very good with dialogue but it is needed at this point.

Warnings: masturbation, m/m sex! voyeurism

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

Roger didn't know if he could handle it anymore. For the past week Mark and Scott have been attached at the hip. Mark hadn't even filmed anything, to Rogers knowledge. The moans at night were bad enough, but, oddly, seeing them so comfortable on the couch in each other's arms was even worse. Scott was nice enough. He would strike up conversations with Roger while Mark was in the shower. He knew a lot about music and even played a song for Roger that wasn't that bad. He could see what Mark saw in Scott. That's what put him over the edge. Mark and Scott were seated on the couch discussing the use of music in movies to enhance the feeling. Roger was in the kitchen pretending not to be watching. He just couldn't take it anymore. He threw on his jacket without a word and stormed out of the loft.

He walked without a destination in mind. He had a lot to think about. Yes, he loved Mark, he probably always had, and in the beginning it was ok. He could love Mark without the thought of maybe he is loved back. Mark was straight, so it was impossible. Roger never thought that if he, a confirmed ladies man, could fall in love with a man, so could Mark. Now it was a definite. Mark was bisexual. So there is a possibility. It hurt to think of Mark not loving him. He needed to talk to someone about this, but who? Mark would usually be a help but that would just be too awkward. Mimi was gone, Collins went to Santa Fe on vacation. There was no one left.

An hour after he left the loft Roger found himself in front of the Apartment building where Joanne and Maureen lived. He shrugged and pushed the button.

"What's up?" Maureen. Roger would have much rather talked to Joanne, and Mark for that matter, then talk to Maureen about him loving her ex. He sighed, well, someone's better than no one.

"Hey Maureen, it's Roger. Could I talk to you?" A few seconds later he heard the buzzer that unlocked to door.

He made his way up the stairwell slowly, taking time to gather his thoughts. He had no idea how to broach the subject of him and Mark. Maybe this was a bad idea.

His body wasn't cooperating with his mind that day. He had just made up his mind to leave when he reached their door and knocked softly. It didn't take long for Maureen to answer. She had a big smile on her face and threw her arms around his neck the moment she opened the door. She ushered him in the door and onto the couch. They sat in silence for a few moments before Maureen cleared her throat to speak.

"What's going on Roger? Are you alright? You don't look so good." Roger laughed to himself. Of course he didn't look good, he hadn't slept in a week.

"Mo, when you and Mark were dating, did you know he was bi?" Maureen looked taken aback. She stuttered a bit.

"Why? Roger what's going on?" Roger stood and began pacing the room.

"Mark's been spending time with this guy, Scott, and.. " Maureen interrupted both his actions and words. She grabbed him by the shoulders and looked into his eyes. They just stood like that for almost a minute before Maureen started laughing and pulled Roger into another hug.

"You love him! I thought so! I thought it from the beginning with that 'the walls are paper thin' comment. You, Roger Davis are in love with Mark Cohen!" Roger was sure his face was beat red. Even though he had admitted it to himself some time ago, it was never spoken out loud.

Maureen let him go and lead him back to the couch. She had the biggest smile that Roger ever seen. When he sat she sat next to him and held his hand. She calmed down and seemed to process the information Roger had given her. He nearly laughed at how fast she had switched gears. Her look now held one of compassion.

"So, tell me about this Scott guy."

Roger felt like the dam was opened. He told her everything. From seeing him for the first time, to how goddamn nice he was. When he got to their behavior toward each other Maureen stopped him.

"I know what this is Roger. He doesn't love Scott. I'm going to tell you something I've never told anyone. It's the main reason I cheated on Mark in the first place. He didn't love me. He just kept me around because I was fun. I knew from the beginning why I was there that night. Do you remember when we walked in that first night? How many times have you brought a girl home from a bar and stopped to wink at Mark before you went into your room with her? It was a show, for you."

Roger shook his head. Mark wasn't like that. Sure he was a kink but games like that were just out of his league. Maureen seemed to know what he was thinking. She nodded her head and began again.

"That night I really didn't think about it. Mark did everything he could to make sure that I didn't. That man can do wonders with his tongue. But then later, I could see how close you guys were, and how sometimes when we were together, Mark would zone out. So then I thought that maybe you guys were lovers once. I wanted to get it out of him so I got him drunk and we started talking about our sexual conquests. He didn't mention you but he did mention this guy Sean. So that night I played one of his games."

Roger was confused. Hadn't he just thought that Mark wasn't one for games? He couldn't stop himself from blurting out, "What games?"

Maureen laughed. "God, I thought that with living together and all you would know all about that. Mark loves to be in control in the bedroom. He tied me up with his scarf regularly. Gagged me, blindfolded me. Mark is one of the kinkiest lovers that I have ever had."

Roger was hard. Embarrassingly so. How many times had he envisioned Mark being tied up with his scarf, or himself being the one tied. It was a regular fantasy, even when he was with Mimi. He shifted a bit to try and hide but Maureen seemed in her own world at that moment, and if she did notice she didn't say anything or even give him a hint.

"So, after he told me about Sean I tied his arms around his back and blindfolded him with by bandana. I don't think he cared for it at first but then he really got into it. It was fun being the one in control for once. But I got my answer. Roger, Mark loves you. I don't even think he noticed that he moaned your name when he came. He said, 'oh fuck! Roger.' so I knew what I needed to. That's when I really started cheating on him. I knew it wouldn't hurt him. I knew he'd be fine if he had you beside him."

Roger was in shock. He remembered that night. He remembered hearing Mark nearly scream 'Oh, Fuck!' but he had been to busy coming himself to hear anything after that. Could it really be true?

"But what about Scott? He seems to really care." Maureen shook her head.

"It's another game. He's trying to make you jealous. Listen is there a night that you two are going to be alone?" Roger shrugged his shoulders. "Ok, well one of Marks favorite games is watching. He used to love to watch me get myself off. So, one night when you two are alone…"

Roger walked home, still painfully hard from all the new information, an hour later. Maureen had thought up a good plan. She told him that he didn't have to believe her. That he could see for himself. All he needed was a night alone with Mark. Until that happened he spent a lot of time with Maureen perfecting the plan.

That night came sooner then he expected. A few days later Scott's mother was ill and he had plans to go home to be with her. Mark took Scott out to lunch before he went to the airport. So it was going to be just Roger and Mark in the loft that night. Roger was beyond nervous. Still he said goodnight early, to make sure Mark was still awake. He needed to know.

He 'accidentally' left his door open a crack and striped down to nothing. As he lay down on top of his covers he thought of Mark's eyes and shivered. All he wanted might come true tonight. As he grasped himself he thought of day he saw Mark in the shower. He wanted to do the same thing to him. Roger wanted to look in Marks eyes as he came and moaned louder at the thought. He pumped faster and harder. He was nearly there. From a distance he heard the door to his room creak open slightly. Oh, god. He opened his eyes slightly, just enough to see a blonde head in the crack with wide eyes staring at his pumping hand. He wanted to go farther then Maureen's plan. He slowed down and moaned Marks name. Then he heard the door open wider and Mark walked into his room. Roger opened his eyes and took everything about Mark in. His eyes held a hungry look, his pants held a large bulge and his cheek had a hand-shaped red mark. Roger vaguely wondered about that red mark but that thought was completely put out of his mind when Mark began to move towards him. Just the look in his eyes sent Roger into a frenzied pace. He was nearly there when he felt a hand on his wrist. He opened his eyes, not realizing that he had closed them, and looked at Mark holding his hand. Mark was looking Roger right in the eye so intensely that Roger whimpered and bucked his hips off the bed. He saw Mark smirk.

Ten minutes later Roger was writhing on his bed with two new additions to his body. His hands were tied over his head with Marks scarf to a make-shift headboard, and Mark had put a condom on him. Slowly, so slowly Mark ran his hands over Rogers body. Roger felt like he was on fire. This was what he wanted, almost. As Mark wrapped his hand around him and began pumping furiously, he leaned and whispered in Rogers ear,

"Your mine. Say it, your mine."

"I'm yours"