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When Kurt eventually went to bed, Mark wasn't there, and he wasn't surprised in the least to not see his sleeping form on the bed across from his own.

Mark was in fact sitting by his favourite spot in the whole Mansion, the pool. He liked to sit there when he was bored, or troubled. He would sit and use his powers to play with the water, making all the shapes he could think of out of the twinkling blue liquid.

Alex saw him sat on his own and decided to go and see if he was alright. The night was no doubt getting cold so he got a blanket and took it out with him. Mark looked at him as he moved around the poolside towards him.

"Hey" Alex said. "You looked cold, so I brought you this blanket" he said, handing Mark the warming layer.

"Thanks" Mark replied, taking what was given to him.

They sat for a while, appreciating the silence. Alex was the first one to break the silence.

"So then, if you don't mind me asking, what was that all about with Kurt?"

"I do mind you asking… Sorry, it's complicated."

"Hey that's cool man, sure thing."

Mark smiled weakly as he formed the shape of an ejaculating penis. Alex noticed the liquid diagram and let out a little laugh.

"Nice." He said. "Fancy a swim?"

"What?"

"It always cheers me up."

"But its freezing" said Mark, feeling the icy clearness of the water as he dipped his hand into it.

"I can change that…" Replied Havoc as he dunked a glowing hand into the pool. Mark felt the warmth hit his hand almost immediately.

"Pretty good I have to admit, but I'm not changed."

"So what? Come on." He said, sliding into the water, still in his Mummie bandages.

Mark laughed faintly and looked at himself.

"Swim in this costume?"

"You could always swim without it, but I don't think that would go down so well ya' know."

Mark giggled, looking at Alex, the wet Mummie.

"I'm fine in the dry tonight thank you."

Alex didn't want to take no for an answer, so he waded up to Mark and grabbed his hands. He pulled as hard as he could, yanking the dressed up teen into the warm water.

He was filled with shock that Alex would as far as to pull him into the water, but still, it happened and there was nothing he could do about it other than chase the other in an attempt to dunk him under the surface. After a while of chasing him, he got bored and realised he had powers.

Using all his energy he sent Alex into the air with a surge of water, causing him to land with an almighty splash. After the teen recovered, he went chasing after Mark, who pinched a tiny bit of water on the end of the roll of bandage covering Alex. He yanked the water, which in turn yanked the bandage.

Alex span in circles (helped along by Mark's powers) as the wrappings came undone, leaving him incredibly dizzy in his boxers and a loose beige shirt. Mark could do no more than laugh at him as he stumbled around the pool.

The American full under the surface and began to move towards Mark, who realised all too late, being dragged under the water by a pair of hands that wrapped around his ankles.

Slowly the hands moved from Mark's ankles, up his calves, along his thighs, across his waist. Soon Alex was at the same level as the other, and slowly he moved closer, and connected his lips with Mark's.

The kiss was so good, but Mark felt wrong. He felt as though he was betraying Kurt somehow, he had to leave no matter how much he didn't want to. He slid away from Alex's lips and rose to the surface, beginning to walk away. Alex was soon to follow.

"Where are you going?" He asked.

"I cant do this."

"Why? Because of Kurt?"

"No… Yes… I don't know!"

"Your not doing anything wrong, are you? He did it to you… I can tell."

Mark stopped dead in his tracks, allowing Alex to wade up behind him. He tucked his arms under Mark's and held him, just like Kurt did the first time.

"I know it's late, and I know you're upset." Alex began "I know your plans don't include me. Still, here we are, why should we worry, no-one would care! We've got tonight… at least give me that."

Mark listened to what Alex said, agreeing inside with everything he said. He turned to face the soaked teen.

"You're right, I don't owe him anything, not anymore." He said, brushing the wet hair from Alex's face. He kissed him gently on the lips, almost as an act of sealing the deal, however, somewhere deep inside, it felt like it was as hard as signing his own death warrant.