-1Authors Note: I did this chapter only because of the reviewer 'Maureen Johnson 15' I was about to stop writing this but since at least one person is reading I guess I'll continue.

Chapter Three

Mark didn't even show up at all last night. More like early this morning. Roger is finding it harder and harder to believe that Mark is really at work when he's working late. Roger is now sitting by the window in the living space with a cup of coffee in his lap peering down at the street below. Mark is in their bedroom passed out on top of the sheets, not even bothering to take off his shoes or glasses. Roger sighed and pressed his head against the cold window. His mind racing with thoughts about the mysterious woman. With her dark red hair and fang like teeth and tight leather clothes. He rubbed his temeple, trying to clear his mind.

No such thing. Roger's mind was still stuck on the weird girl that had showed up last night asking for Mark. Vicky, she said her name was. Roger wondered what someone that looked like Vicky did, would want with Mark, a fragile, innocent filmmaker. Innocent my ass, Mark is hiding something- I know it. Roger pulled the green blanket around his neck and stared down into his coffee. He knew it would be warmer if he were in bed with Mark right now.

He got up with his now empty cup and placed it downward inside of the sink amongst many other dirty dishes that never got around to getting washed. He looked up in perfect time to see a worn Mark Cohen walking out of their bedroom rubbing sleep out of his eyes and his shirt riding up. Roger had to admit that Mark looked pretty damn cute like this but he couldn't let Mark's cuteness distract him from the matter at hand.

"Morning" Mark greeted half yawning.

Roger simply nods and wraps his arms around Mark and kisses him lightly on the cheek. "Working late again?"

Mark seems to freezes for a moment "Yeah…"

Roger pulls away and stares at him "A girl showed up last night 'round one"

"A girl?" Mark hesitates.

"Mmm- said her name was Vicky" Roger says jumping up onto the metal table with his hands in his lap and shaggy brownish blonde locks falling into his eyes.

"Oh" is the only thing Mark says and Roger gets more than a little upset.

"Who the fuck is Vicky?" Roger all but snarls at the smaller boy

"It doesn't matter" Mark tries to move away but Roger catches his arm roughly to prevent him from going anywhere and forces Mark to face him.

"Doesn't matter?" Roger growls "Who the hell is Vicky!? Some freaky ass girl shows up at a fucking un-godly hour- asking for you and you want to tell me that it doesn't fucking matter?" Roger is officially pissed off.

Mark struggles to get from his grip and sighs "Roger let go."

"Is she your girlfriend?" Mark doesn't answer but instead looks the other way "Is she Mark? Is she the reason you're supposedly 'working late' these days"

Roger's eyes are glazing over with tears. He feels betrayed and hurt all at once. He won't cry though. Mark isn't answering him; he isn't even looking at him. It must be true. Roger shoves Mark away from him, causing the boy to almost fall over backwards. Roger storms away and quickly makes his way to his old bedroom, slamming the door as hard as he can, ignoring Mark who has now decided that he wants to talk.

"Roger…" Roger can hear him at his door.

"Go away Mark" Roger says softly, his back is against the door and he's picking at the cracked wood beside him on the wall "Better yet" he starts angrily "Go to your fucking slut" he shouts.

"Roger…she's not my girlfriend" Mark tells him softly with a hand pressed against the door.

Roger cracks the door only a little bit where only one his aluminous green eyes could be seen. "Who is she then?" Roger asks timidly.

"It doesn't matter" Roger can see Mark smile and he immediately shuts the door back with a roll of his eyes, sliding back down the door.

"Why the fuck won't you tell me who she is?" Roger says frustrated.

Mark sighs and rubs the back of his head, trying to think quick on his feet "She's a friend, that's all"

"How am I supposed to believe you…" Roger whispers but he's sure Mark heard him

"Because you love me"

Roger hates himself for smiling "Because you're so cliché"

"That too" Roger can hear Mark laugh softly "Can I come in?"

"She's a friend you said?"

"A friend from a movie we did a few weeks back"

Mark doesn't mean to lie to his companion, but it's the only thing he can do right now. Roger can't find out his secret. It would get himself and Roger killed and possibly their friends as well. Mark doesn't know how he managed to get himself into this situation and he prays to god that Roger will believe him, at least for now. He would love to tell Roger who that girl really was, he hates lying to him. Though if lying is the price for staying alive, Mark believes he's doing the right thing.

"Okay then" Roger smiles and opens the door, "You still have to be my servant boy though"

Roger winks and leans into Mark for a kiss that lingers for a few moments before Roger pulls back and pushes Mark backwards and he falls on his back, Roger straddles the boy and removes his shirt while he sits on top of him. Roger runs rough cold hands up Mark's shirt. Mark loves when Roger touches him like this. He bends down and kisses Mark's nose, whispering "You wouldn't lie to me…?" Roger pauses his touch momentarily, eyes searching Mark's.

Unless I had to. Mark just wants to tell the truth and risk losing Roger right here but instead…

"Never"

Mark doesn't want to lose Roger's touch. Especially right now.

Roger smiles and kisses Mark's cheek and begins to work on Mark's pants with a devious smile on his face "Time for make-up sex"

Mark chooses to ignore the guilt building up inside of him.