(Septiplier)

Listen if your really easily scared, I wouldn't recommend reading this alone in your bedroom at night just sayin' XD

Jack lay on his back wide awake, staring up at the off-white ceiling of Mark's bedroom. He listened to Mark's soft and calming breath next to his ear and smiled to himself. This was his favourite thing to do when he couldn't sleep. Lie next to his boyfriend and listen to the sweet, silent noises he made in his sleep.

Just as Jack was about to finally drift off to the rhythmic tune of Mark's breathing and his own heartbeat, Mark began to make unillegible mumbles. He began tossing and turning in the bed before he bolted up.

"SEAN! No! Why?" Screamed Mark, startling Jack. The Irish man sat up in bed and gently put a cold hand on Mark's walm shoulder. Mark flinched and turned to face Jack. His eyes were closed and his face was dripping with sweat.

"Mark, wake up!" Jack said, trying to sound calm and shaking Mark's shoulder.

"I - I could've - why - no" mumbled Mark before he fully woke up. "Oh god, Sean" he said as he finally realised he had been having a nightmare. He pulled Jack into a strong hug, squeezing his body tightly against his own. "I-I thought I'd lost you..." He pulled away quickly, "sorry for waking you up" he gave Jack a weak smile and recieved a sympathetic smile back.

"Nah, it's cool. I was awake anyway" he laughed, trying to lighten the mood. "So you wanna tell me what the dream was about? It might make you feel better?" Sean suggested.

Mark bit his lip and shook his head quickly. "Uh... no, no it's fine."

Jack raised an eyebrow and shook his head, "okay. Night night, Mark"

"Night Night Jack-a-boy."

***

These nightmares must have occurred at least every couple nights and Jack had noticed. He was beginning to get worried as it seemed to be the same mumbled words every time. He knew the dreams were about him as he had heard his name every single time.

After about the ninth time, Sean eventually decided to confront his boyfriend about it.

It was 00:45 am. Mark shuffled into the messy kitchen, yawning. He had terrible bags under his eyes and his wrinkles were more prominent.

"Mark." Jack said suddenly when Mark walked in, startling the man.

"Oh, h-hey Sean!" Mark said as happily as he could. Jack wasn't convinced.

"What is up whi'tchu?" He said, his Irish accent fully audible.

"Nothing. What are you talking about?" Mark said, attempting at sounding casual.

"Mark, are you sure you're ok? You've been talking in your sleep," Jack said, sounding genuinely worried by the guilty look on Mark's face.

"W-what am I- what do I say?" Mark stammered.

"A lot of wierd shit. You say things like 'why, Sean?!' And 'I don't want to lose you, Sean!'. It's really worrying me. Are you dreaming about me?" After Jack had said that, silence filled the cold kitchen. That was until Mark finally gave in.

"I can't lie to you, Sean. The dreams were about you. It's been the same horrible images every time. Every single time. I've even been trying not to fall asleep because of them!" He looked Jack's beautiful sea blue eyes which were now glossy from tears trying to escape. It was then when Mark realised that he, too, was on the brink of crying.

Jack stood up. "And w-what did you see?" He asked, bting his lip to stop tears from cascading down his face.

"You. You lying on the ground, dead. Y-your throat was cut open and I could hear some kind of sick, insane laughter." Mark paused. "But it... the laughter sounded like yours!"

Jack's eyes widened. He knew who this laugh belonged to. He walked swiftly up to Mark, who's tears were now dripping from his chin, and pulled him into the tightest, most compassionate hug possible. Mark, of course, hugged back.

"I can stay up with you tonight if you like?" Jack offered, looking up at his muscular boyfriend, still almost enveloped by his arms.

"No. I'll try and get some sleep tonight. I'll be able to now. With you with me and knowing." Mark replied. "But please. Wake me up if I start talking?"

"Of course!" Replied Jack, pulling away and leading him into their bedroom.

Once they were in bed, Mark switched off the light. He shuffled closer to Jack and put an arm behind his head. He placed the other on Sean's bare chest. Jack smiled and put a hand on his own chest, covering Mark's.

"G'night Markimoo,"

"Goodnight Jack-a-boy."

They eventually drifted off to a peaceful sleep. No interruptions, no nightmares. Just sleep. Little did the two know that someone was there, in the room with them. Watching them. The owner of Mark's dream laugh.

Easy question: guess who it is...