((Sorry this chapter is short, but I promise, more is to come in the next one. :) ))

Finally after laying in that position for a few hours Mark gets up, slowly as to not wake the sleeping man beside him. Once he finally manages to get out of the bed, he pulls a blanket over the small green haired man and walks out of the bedroom, leaving him to get the rest he seemed to really need.

Once out of the room Mark grabs his phone which he had left on the couch, and clicks to power on. Five messages from Felix, and three missed calls.

Mark where was he?
Mark?
Dude, you alive?
Did the wolf get you?
ANSWER YOUR DAMN PHONE

The red haired man releases a soft sigh and dials Felix's number. It rings only twice before the Swede picks up, instantly shouting at Mark.

"What the hell was that?! I thought you fucking died!? Why didn't you answer!?"

The red haired man pulls the phone a few inches away from his ear, to avoid getting his eardrum blown out. Finally Felix stops yelling, clearly expecting an answer, so Mark puts the phone back to his ear and releases a sigh, rubbing the bridge of his nose with his thumb and pointer finger.

"If you're done yelling at me... I can explain..."

Mark speaks calmly, resisting the urge to get mad at the Swedish man on the other end of the phone. A few minutes later Mark had explained everything, leaving out the whole part of cuddling with Jack. Though it wasn't a bad moment, the thought of Felix knowing about that heated the red haired man's cheeks.

"You son of a bitch... Why is he still alive?"

Felix finally says after about a full minute of silence, anger entering his slightly accented voice.

"Because he's our friend Felix... I can't just kill him."

The red haired man retorts angrily, pushing a hand roughly through his dyed head of hair.

"He's a monster, Mark. If you don't kill him, I will."

He growls through the phone, and Mark can almost see his glare through the phone, feel his anger. He was too calm about killing someone he once considered a friend, he would do it with no hesitation, but Mark refused.

"If you lay a finger on him, I swear to god Felix I-"

"You'll what, Mark?"

The Swede interrupts him with a snarl.

"Kill me? I don't know what the hell is wrong with you, what happened to killing the monsters!?"

He continues his small rant, his voice rising slightly with each word. Mark's hand clenches the phone tightly, threatening to crush it in his fist.

"That was before-"

"Before what!? Before you gained this crush on Jack!?"

Felix retorts before Mark can even finish his statement. Mark's eyes widen at the Swedes words, his hand loosening around the phone. The Swedish man laughs as the red haired man goes silent.

"Don't be stupid Mark, I see the way you stare at him. You can't kill him because you let yourself fall in love with the enemy..."

Felix continues, each word gaining a bit more anger.

"I'm on my way over... I'm going to end this since you're too weak to do it yourself."

Before Mark can respond the phone clicks and the Swede hangs up. Mark lowers the phone slowly, his brown eyes roaming the now black screen. He growls and tosses across the room, it hits the wall with a crack and falls to the floor.

The red haired man lowers himself onto the couch and puts his head in his hands, Felix's words seeming to stick in his head.

You let yourself fall in love with the enemy.

That wasn't possible. Of course Jack was his friend, but nothing more. Thoughts continue to race through Mark's mind as he thinks on this. Thinks about Jack.

His green hair which was usually a disheveled mess atop his head, his ocean blue eyes always so hopeful, so full of joy. His porcelain skin, his small frail body. The way his eyes lit up whenever he smiled, how his laugh was able to make anyone smile. The way he clung to Mark upstairs, like the red haired man was all he had.

Holy shit....

Mark thinks to himself, finally letting the image of Jack in his mind fade, leaving him with his own confusing thoughts.

I love Jack....