A/N: OMK an actual update....XD Seriously I have had some major writers block with this, mainly because Kane muse wants to keep being confusing when it comes to wanting or not wanting Taker. I wish he'd clue me in so I can update quicker. lol But anyways, enjoy this newest offering. Loves to all my readers.
Mark awoke the next morning to find Glen staring at him from one of the arm chairs. He had pulled it over and was regarding Mark like one would an interesting piece of art or exhibit at the science museum. The dead, iced over gaze was enough to make Mark shiver but he fought the temptation and stared back; his eyes touching each plane of Glen's face lovingly.
"Stop that." Glen rasped as he shifted in his seat.
"Stop what?"
"Looking at me like you care."
"What the hell is wrong with you Glen?" Mark bellowed.
He all but leapt from the bed; tired of the stupid game that Glen seemed to be playing. He wanted answers and he wanted them right then. He paced over to where Glen was sitting and using his hair, pulled his head back so that Glen at to look up at him. Glen stayed silent, causing Mark to growl low in his throat.
"What do you mean 'What in the hell is wrong with me?' What in the hell is wrong with you?" Glen fired back finally.
"Yer what's wrong with me." Mark yelled frustrated as he let go of Glen's head and moved away to pace. "I can't get you out of my fucking mind no matter what I do. Yer like a sickness that just keeps eating away at my soul. I'm dead and empty when yer not around and then when you are around I'm even deader on the inside because I have to watch how much being around me has twisted you into this……this deformed, callous, cruel, selfish, sombitch that doesn't give a flying fuck about the people that have bent over backwards to help you."
"That's not true." Glen said quietly. "I'm grateful for all the help that Shawn, Hunter and Scott have given me."
"What about me Glen? What about all the times I stayed up with you when you were having nightmares about Kevin's attacks?" Mark had to force himself to stay still when Glen flinched at Kevin's name. "I didn't do that because I had too. I could have rolled over and went to sleep; leaving you to yer mental delusions. But I didn't….I couldn't. And what do I get in return…..nothing, not a thank you, a go fuck yerself, nothing."
"Then why in the hell do you keep coming back for more." Glen cried; tears streaking down his face.
"Because I love yer dumb ass!" Mark roared.
Glen sat in the chair staring at Mark like he had grown a second head. How was it possible for Mark to continue to care for him when he was a used, dirty slut? Glen dropped his head to his hands, grabbing fistfuls of his hair and tugging hard. When had his life gotten so complicated? He knew that he still loved Mark, but there was the fact that Mark had turned to Kevin when Glen needed him the most. Add to the fact that Glen had taken pleasure in having Mark tied down and unable to do anything made his head swim dizzily.
"Y-you can't."
"Why can't I? Seems like it's my choice." Mark countered, going down to one knee and grabbing Glen's hand. "Look I know I can't take back what I did with Kevin, but if I could I would Glen. I would have followed you out of the bar that night; I would have taken you back to the room and made love to you until you couldn't walk straight."
"But you didn't Mark, and there in lies the difference. If you really have feelings for me you never would have turned to Kevin the first place."
"And what about you Glen?" Matt demanded. "You walked away from me and then you turned to Scott. So obviously I didn't matter that much to you."
"Bullshit Mark. I knew what a mistake I made when walked away that night. I couldn't sleep, and I came back the next morning, it might have been just to get my clothes; but still I came back. Who knows what could have happened if you had been in that room by yourself. But you weren't Mark, you were fucking Kevin. So don't tell me that you didn't matter to me. It was at least two weeks before I hooked up with Scott. You on the other hand had no problem turning to someone right away." Glen growled as he pulled his hand away and stood up; stalking around the room as he grew more agitated with the situation.
"I thought he was you!" Mark yelled as he grabbed Glen and held him close, pressing hot-open mouthed kisses to Glen's neck and face. "I don't even know how it happened…"
"C'mon Mark, I'm not stupid." Glen pulled away and resumed his stalking. "There's no way that you could have mistaken Kevin for me so don't bother trying to feed me that line of shit."
"Dammit Glen I was drunk and when I realized who I was kissing and groping I pushed him away then got in the shower. He followed me and from there….I can't say why I did it, but I did and I regret that."
"I'm sure." Glen rolled his eyes, kicking at the edge of the bed.
"Are you calling me a liar?"
"No. I'm calling you a man whore."
"What was that?" Mark growled, moving over and pinning Glen against the wall; his hands on either side of Glen's head.
"I said that you're a man whore. You'll sleep with anyone."
"Well maybe if you were half as proficient in bed as you are as running your mouth I wouldn't have to look elsewhere."
"Excuse me?" Glen arched an eyebrow as he glared at Mark.
"You heard me. If you weren't so bad in bed I wouldn't of had to turn to someone else." Mark smirked as he pressed his chest to Glen's; hoping that Glen would rise to the bait.
Unfortunately for Mark, Glen took it the wrong way and hung his head; pushing Mark away then heading over towards the door. Dumbfounded Mark just stood there; when had things turned. First they were teasing; well not technically teasing but it was close, one another and now Glen was getting ready to leave again. His hand was on the door knob when Mark grabbed him and pulled him back; pinning him against the wall and covering Glen's lips with his own. It was a last ditch effort on his part to try and reach that part of Glen that still loved him. At least Mark hoped that there was still a part of Glen that loved him. He felt Glen's hands move to his chest but before he could shove Mark away again; Mark grabbed his hands and held them against the wall over his head, rendering them useless.
Mark continued to plunder Glen's mouth, his tongue darting in and out as he pressed their bodies together until they were touching from shoulder to hip. He couldn't remember the last time he had had Glen this way; fighting him just enough to make him painfully aroused. Air became a commodity between them, both pulling as much in as they could through theirs noses. It helped some but in the end Mark pulled away; his lips tingling and his body crying out to be touched. Glen's eyes had darkened and his lips were swollen from the onslaught but to Mark he had never looked better. With a satisfied smirk Mark moved down the jumping pulse at Glen's neck, nipping and laving the salty flesh as he pushed his knee up gently against Glen's crotch.
"Mine…..always mine…" Mark breathed against his neck, nuzzling the soft skin as a groan clawed its way from Glen's throat.
"Mark….stop." Glen's voice was breathy and his struggle to get loose had slowed down to being barely a twitch every now and then.
"You don't want me too……do you?" Mark asked; his voice seductive as he raised his eyes to stare at Glen.
"Yes……I can't……do this with you."
"Why can't you…." Mark nipped at Glen's neck again, drawing out whimper this time.
"Because….because…."
"Because why Glen?" Mark pressed his knee a little harder against Glen's groin, biting his lip as Glen started to grind against it; moaning. "You don't have a reason….do you Glen? You still want me, I can see it in the way you're rubbing against me…." Mark's voice was low and raspy, making Glen tremble against him. "I bet you were thinking of me the entire time you were fucking Scott……I bet you were picturing me kissing you, wishing it was me touching you……turning you on…making you moan." Mark was caught off guard when Glen ripped his hands free and shoved him away.
"NO! I can't do this with you because….I don't want to. We've had our chance and it's over now. It's time to move on Mark." Glen started to pace, tugging on his hair. "Dammit, why can't you stay out of my mind? Stop with the fucking mind games Mark." Glen was yelling now, his eyes glazed over with madness. "It's like you're always right here…" He tapped his temple, "I can't get rid of you. I don't….I can't want you….but I can't stop from thinking about you, I can't stop wanting you. You're like this sick desire that can never see the light of day…A disease with no cure...."
"Glen, calm down." Mark held his hands defensively when Glen started towards him.
Glen stopped and stared deep into Mark's eyes, madness glittering in the depths. Mark sucked in a breath when Glen raised his hand and stroked his face. It was a feather light touch; as if Glen wasn't sure it was ok to touch him. Then as if it burned him, Glen pulled his hand back and fled from the room, leaving the door wide open and Mark staring in shock after him.
