He felt Mark's warm palms on either side of his jaw and nearly pulled back, only for Mark to press their lips together in a kiss, a rather rough one at that. Mark licked Dark's bottom lip, and he took a moment to respond to Mark, who at this point was acting extremely out of character. Not that he would complain, on the contrary, he wanted nothing more. It was amazing how much truth that statement held, at least for him. Mark would never believe it, naturally of course.
The kiss was warm, and fierce, and Dark was left with the taste of Mark on his tongue when he pulled away, drawing in shuddering breaths. The moment he had the breath again, he put a hand on the back of Mark's neck and pulled him down again into another kiss, he couldn't escape that taste, frankly he didn't want to either.
He pulled Mark towards him roughly, falling back and had Mark above him practically straddling him. He had one hand still behind Mark's neck, and the other held firmly onto the other's shirt, keeping him from going anywhere. Dark bit down onto his lip, not quite hard enough to draw blood but causing Mark to jolt from the unexpected act. He tried to pull away but Dark held him there without much struggle, until he sat up and grabbed Dark's right wrist, his other hand pushing at Dark's neck.
As soon as they separated, Mark gasped in air, and Dark was panting himself, obviously not so used to the idea of having to hold his breath. Mark pulled Dark's hand from behind his neck and pinned Dark down by his neck with his other hand, Dark's left hand loosened it's grip on his shirt and he shifted off of the dazed individual. He was watching Mark almost blankly, still breathing irregularly and pretty flushed from the intensity and lack of air.
Mark sat on the edge of the bed for a moment before he stood, and glanced at the ground beside him- not quite looking at Dark. "You need to leave, you can't keep following me. You need to go off on your own, Dark." He muttered, his voice a bit scratchy and breathless. Dark made no sound or move to get up as Mark left the room, grabbing pants and a shirt out of his suitcase in the other room, quickly putting them on and leaving the hotel.
Dark just lay there where Mark left him and stared up at the ceiling in a deep confusion and slightly dazed, both unsure of himself and Mark at the current point in time, but he did know one thing. Mark was right, he needed to leave and go off one his own- he couldn't keep following the former host of his existence like a lost dog. He eventually sat up, and drew his fingers through his hair, trying to comb it back into place.
Once he was convinced he was just procrastinating, he stood up and walked into the next room. For the first time since being there, he really looked at the hotel room, and spotted Mark's recording software and computer set up in a corner along with his suit case. He walked over to the suitcase, and rummaged through it for a moment, before finding what he was looking for. He quickly switched the shirt he'd pulled out with the one he was wearing, and went to the bathroom to look in the mirror.
A perfect reflection, the only flaw in the mirror being the bright red eye that stared him back, instead of the deep brown that Mark had. Dark hated mirrors ever since he'd escaped for that reason, that no longer did he see Mark watching him but saw his own eyes staring back blankly. He looked down from the reflection of his face to the shirt he'd picked out, which was black with a white "M" on it and a pink mustache. It was one of Mark's shirts he wore as "Markiplier", and smelt strongly of Mark's usual musk and cologne. It was perfect, and he'd have had it no other way.
With that, he turned away from the mirror hesitantly and left the hotel room. This would be the last time he ever saw Mark, at least in person, and with that he stepped outside and into the shadow of the building. About a block down, Dark felt unease sweep over him and he looked back, to see Mark just heading back to the hotel- and watching Dark's back as he'd been walking away.
As far as goodbyes went, he supposed it was the best one he could give, simply sharing a connection of gazes before walking off again. It was at that moment, seeing Dark walking away from him forever to go disappear from existence, that Mark felt anything other than confusion. Maybe the only person, if he could call Dark that, that had known how he thought and felt from the beginning had just walked away from him.
Mark frowned as he thought about this, he almost regret his decision to send Dark away, but it was necessary. It all needed to stop, the messing with his head, messing with his life and hurting the people he cared about... Mark needed to put an end to it. He turned and walked into the hotel as if nothing had happened, and to the world around him nothing had.
He sat around for the last hour he had that morning watching some old flicks on the T.V before he went out to meet Jennet, he probably wouldn't have remembered to meet her at Starbucks if it weren't for his habit of checking his phone. It had been a weird morning, and if he wanted to make it up to Jennet, he needed to try and actually put in an effort.
He did want to make things better, Mark wanted more than anything than to explain everything to her. Then, explain what exactly? In no way was Mark in the mental stability to explain what just happened, because then he would have to explain his reasoning, something he needed to figure out still. Things were going to be complicated for a while, he knew, he just couldn't wait for it to all be over.
It was rather grey skied that day, so it gave him a reason to wear one of his high collared jackets, which would hide the marks on his neck. Mark opened the door to the coffee shop and immediately spotted Jennet, sitting at a round table with a tea in her hand, raspberry smoothie across from her, and a guy sitting beside her holding a drink of his own.
She smiled sweetly in a way that lit up her face, only contrasting the look in her eyes even more that was one of dread, and gestured him over. Mark walked over and thanked her for the drink, which he knew was his from the name on the side- she used to always get them to put a mustache on the 'M', this time seemed no different. Mark took the seat across from her, and sipped his drink.
The guy beside her had short blonde hair and blue eyes, pale skin, and was rather tall and lanky. He was practically skin and bones, Mark mused to himself, at this point it seemed clear that they were already polar opposites. It was because of his curiosity at this that made Mark decide to start conversation, to find out more about this strange and rather random character.
"So, y'gonna introduce me to your friend?" He asked Jennet with his usual joking grin, amused that she'd gotten lost in her tea again already. She looked up at Mark blankly for a moment as if she had no clue what he meant, before the guy beside her paused his cell phone examination and offered an introduction. "Hey, I'm Devin." Devin explained, reaching over the table to offer his hand.
Mark shook the guys hand, and nodded. "I'm Mark, nice to meet you Devin." It was at this point that Jennet stood, and put her tea down. "Well, we have quite the area to tour, so we'd best be going. Come on you two." She said brightly, but her expression seemed bland. Was she really just going to stage this all, and why? More the question, who was this Devin guy and why was he here with them?
Then it occurred to him almost suddenly, in a cold burst. She'd brought around this stranger, who seemed to be the type of guy to appear intimidating, simply because she didn't feel safe around Mark anymore.
Hey guys, you may have noticed the change in my username- to Advertant. Apparently my previous username was a popular one for someone else on many other sites, and I wanted one more original to me. So there. Anyway, this chapter introduces Devin, more will be explained in the next chapter about him as Mark gets to know him more. Sorry I know I said I'd have this chapter done sooner, but I've been really busy with stuff lately, which I wont bore you about. Anyway, this wont be the last you see of the infamous Darkiplier, but for now, he'll pretty much disappear. You'll understand later. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter, I know it's pretty boring past the make out scene, but this is just filler stuff after all.
Thank you all for reading, and as always, I will see you... in the next chapter. Buh-Bye! -Advertant/Vera