(autoplay;) MARK HIDES IN HIS WORK.

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Roger:

Roger looked up at Mark’s double with fearful apprehension. Still, he was tired, and so he sighed, burying his face in his Mark’s chest and cuddling close to him.  “Please don’t let go…,” he said. “Please. I love you so much, you fucking dork…”

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               — “I’m not letting go any time soon, Roger,” Mark mumbled,      pulling the guitarist ever closer.  He looked back up at his double.        “Why are you and the other guy here?”

               “I followed him, having a hunch of his intentions,” The Other      Mark said casually.  “He’s not a hard question to figure out.”

               “And what do you gain from this?”

               “The chance to explore, to cause a mess of my own,” The      Other Mark shrugged.  “An escape from boredom.”

               “Why—” Mark’s question was cut off as the door clicked open.

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"Hey, you!" Mark greeted quietly, sliding into a choir loft pew next to the angel. "You're here early; the choir practice doesn't start for another twenty minutes." — shotscriptless

“I know. But it’s nice to come early, to feel the peaceful silence before they start. It’s as if the stones know that the church is about to be filled with music.” He murmured, leaning against Mark.

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               — “You’re such a sap,” Mark snorted, unable to stop his smile      from widening and unable to stop his arm from wrapping around the      form beside him.  “That’s what I like about you, y’know?  Someone      of my own kind.” His shoe gently scuffed against the floor in a slow      and steady rhythm.

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I'm so sorry for not replying to things! Mark has been a little brat lately and he's not cooperating. I'm gonna do my best to get him to work with me tonight. Promise!

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Winter Reflections

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Raphael sat in the loft, watching the snow fall. Mark and Roger were out, Pup  curled up in dog form on their bed so Raphael was alone. He smiled faintly, humming a hymn under his breath. He had been doing that a lot since he’d first left the Church to return to this place.

His home. The church had made him discover what he truly was but it wasn’t where he belonged. No. That place had to be here, where Mark and Roger and Pup were. And their human friends. He belonged with them - a part of him belonged to them.

Raphael knew he was a better man for meeting them, for loving Mark and Roger, for caring for Pup. The door slid open and a soft laugh filled the room.

“I thought you were going to go to the Church today.” Mark said, arms wrapping around Raphael.

He shook his head, leaning back into the embrace. “I wanted to watch the snow fall. It’s peaceful.”

“Yeah, yeah it is.” A kiss was pressed to his head as excited yapping started. “And she’s awake.” A small form all but tackled them, the young shapeshifter back in human form as Roger laughed from the couch.

Yes, Raphael was certain. This was his home.

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Tadashi:

  To say Tadashi enjoyed kisses was an understatement; he practically craved them. When he felt the other’s tongue push past his lips, he could hardly suppress the shiver that ran along his spine, following with his face heating up until his ears were on fire. He tilted his head, parting his lips to make easier access for Mark’s tongue.

  He moved his hand to clutch at the sleeve of the man’s shirt, pulling on it as his other hand kneaded and tugged at Mark’s hair. He could physically feel his knees start to give way, his broad chest pressed against his friend’s before finally, and sadly, breaking the embrace. His breath came out in small pants, his head feeling disoriented. 

  “Oh my god.” He said between breaths.

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               — So the guy liked French kissing, eh?  Well, Mark wouldn’t pass      it up, enjoying until Tadashi had to break away.  “Yeah...,” he grinned.        “Glad you liked that.” He kept close.

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  Tadashi stared at the other for a moment after the kiss was exchanged before smiling with a small giggle,

  “Well, I wasn’t expecting that, but I’ll be more than glad to take it.” He mused, giving Mark a small kiss in return.

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Tadashi:

  Tadashi enjoyed the small gesture, placing his hands on either side of Mark’s face to keep the kiss longer lasting. Finally letting go of his lover, he breathed in happily as he pulled back, tracing his thumb across Mark’s cheek. 

   He smiled, “You are just too cute,” he pressed their foreheads together.

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               — Mark let Tadashi get closer, rubbing their noses together.        “You’re just as cute as you think I am,” he chuckled, swaying back      and forth with Tadashi in his arms.  “What do you wanna do tonight?”

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Roger:

Roger watched as the two men worked on picking the locks. He sighed happily when he finally felt them loosen. As soon as the chains had been removed, and he was free, he launched himself at Mark, nearly tackling him onto the couch with a tight hug.

“You figured it out…,” he said, laughing. “You came back for me! You came back…”  Normally, Roger was never this clingy or sweet, but considering what he had been through, this reaction fit.

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               — “Of course I came back,” Mark hugged him with the same      ferocity.  “Roger, you’re my best friend and roommate.  Whoever      that was had taken you and I didn’t know what he was planning.”

               “Probably planning on killing him,” the ginger-blond said.

               “Killing him?!  W-Why?” Mark looked to him, bewildered.

               “He wanted to take Roger’s place in this world,” the man      said.  “He comes from another universe, one he’s not happy at      all in.”

               “And how would you know?” Mark unwittingly half-shielded      Roger with his body.

               “Because I’m from the same world.  And I’m you, Mark Cohen.”

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Roger:

Roger bolted up the three flights of stairs once he was freed, and exhausted himself afterwards. Once they were safe inside the living room, he looked to Mark in fear.  “Can you get me outta these things?  Please?”

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               — “Of course,” Mark got to work, pulling out the bobby pin he’d      used to pick the unit’s lock before.

               “Where did you learn to pick locks?” the ginger-blond man asked.

               “Just a skill I thought I’d learn.  Our asshole of a landlord locked us      out on more than one occasion,” Mark muttered.

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Roger:

Roger was still shaking in fear.  “Please get me outta here—oh god, Mark, I’m so happy to see you…,” he watched nervously as they picked him up.

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               — “I’m happy to see you, too,” Mark said, moving quickly with      the stranger, who looked at the two bohemians impassively, and      almost with a little disdain.

               In three minutes, they were safe inside the Loft, and Mark grim-      aced at the three flights of stairs looming ahead of him.  “Let’s get the      chains off of your legs, at least,” he said, beginning to weasel the      chains off as best he could.  “We’ll get you out of the handcuffs when      we’re in our living room.”

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ROGER!:

Roger’s eyes opened quickly as he was bathed in light from the outside. He squinted against them, shaking in fear until he realized who it was. When he noticed it was Mark, his eyes filled with relief and happiness.

He struggled against his chains, and struggled to speak past the gag in his mouth.

“MMMPH! mmm!”

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               — "Oh shit, Roger," Mark nearly began to cry, rushing towards his      friend. He removed the gag, and looked at the chains. Oh, thank God;      Roger wasn't tied to the wall, just subdued.

               "I'm getting you outta here, buddy," he mumbled, trying to pick the       other up. Dammit, he wasn't physically strong enough...!

               "Need a hand?" A calm voice, rather similar to Mark's, rang out      through the unit. Mark whipped around to face the other.

               "Who are you?" brown eyes narrowed suspiciously.

               "I'll explain as soon as he's safe," the ginger-blond male motioned      to Roger. "His captor's coming back any moment now, right?"

               "Yeah," Mark nodded, and the other man quickly took hold of Roger's      legs, while Mark got the arms. "Let's go to the loft."

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NOT Roger, And...!:

Anti!Roger continued on his journey, walking toward the storage unit where the real Roger was held. He stopped outside of the building, and then he began feeling his coat for the key.

“Fuck…” he muttered, turning around.  He ran off, realizing he forgot it. Luckily for Mark, the unit would be unattended for a few minutes.  The real Roger was still chained inside, miserable, losing hope of ever seeing the man he secretly loved again.

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               — Mark was about to run after the other, but realized he was      probably coming back. He lost the key.

               Well, Mark could pick locks just fine. He bolted to the unit once      the fake was out of sight, and immediately began to work. In a minute,      he had unlocked the unit and yanked the lock out of the way.

               "Roger!"

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DEFINITELY NOT Roger:

Anti-Roger didnt go out via the stairs; Instead, he took the fire escape. He soon dropped down to the street level, and began walking off.

He had to visit his double, and possibly end his life.  Now that the real Mark seemed to be catching on to his ruse, having the real Roger around was more of a hassle than anything else.

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               — Mark almost panicked; the guy hadn't come down the stairs yet.      That meant he had to have taken the fire escape or hadn't left yet. Judg-      ing by everything, Mark was going to go with the former. Racing outside,      he turned a sharp left, following the blond head once he found him. His      heart was pounding and he found his hands clammy.

               "Just where are you going...?" he whispered to himself.

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DEFINITELY NOT Roger:

Anti-Roger paused.  “The Life sounds wonderful,” he noticed the too-wide smile, and narrowed his eyes. “No, no… after you. I have to grab a jacket. I’ll meet you outside.”

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               — “Works for me!” Mark didn’t let the smile drop, going down the      stairs.  He had a good three flights to find a place and surprise him, along      with hallways leading to rooms that he could hide in.

               Just because this fake was smart enough to catch the warning      signs Mark (willingly) let out didn’t mean he wasn’t beat.  Always have a      Plan B, C, C Variant, D, and so on.

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DEFINITELY NOT Roger:

Anti!Roger began picking up the vibe that Mark was suspicious, and chose his words a bit more carefully. He noticed that the smaller man had an arm behind his back. This little fuck was trying to get him.

“Well,  I’m up for anywhere, really,” he said. “You pick the place.”

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               — “Then how about we go down to the Life?” Mark smiled a little      wider than usual.  “I bet you that Steve’ll let us in no problem, especially      since the rest of the Bohos aren’t here with us.”

              After the knife was secure in his sleeve, he removed his hand from      behind his back, and went to the door, holding it open for the other.        “After you—Roger.”

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Tadashi:

  Tadashi stared back at the other, his mouth agape. He couldn’t tell if he was more surprised or embarrassed because one, Mark kissed him back, and two, he asked for another one. Neither one of those things mattered though; instead, Tadashi took a hold of Mark’s cheeks between his hands and pulled them back into a kiss. It was gentler this time, moving his mouth slowly along with the other’s, and even giving small nips against Mark’s bottom lip. 

  Eventually, his hands wound up in Mark’s hair, grabbing tightly at the locks before he dared to tug, and to say, it was great.

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               — Mark was dizzy and breathless and confused and dear god,      how he had missed how kissing made him feel.  His own hands clutch-      ed at Tadashi’s shirt, pulling the other closer and closer.  His tongue      flitted against Tadashi’s lips as the other nipped at his own, and he      found himself wanting to smirk.  So he was gonna be coquettish, was      he?  Two could dance this tango.

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  Tadashi stared at the other for a moment after the kiss was exchanged before smiling with a small giggle,

  “Well, I wasn’t expecting that, but I’ll be more than glad to take it.” He mused, giving Mark a small kiss in return.

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Tadashi:

  Tadashi hummed in response, smiling at the cheek kiss before turning fully in the man’s hold and settling his arms around Mark’s neck. He raised an eyebrow, his smile turning more devilish before leaning forward, and instead stealing a kiss from Mark; it was short, but none other than playful.

  “As much as you’d like,” He mused, pressing their foreheads together, “Of course, only when appropriate. I don’t wanna get in trouble, and if you do, don’t drag me with you.” He added.

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               — “I know, I know,” Mark rolled his eyes, taking Tadashi for a      kiss again.  God, he really did love this jerk, and pulled him closer,      eyes fluttering shut after a moment.

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DEFINITELY NOT Roger:

Anti-Roger had to cover his ass. Fast.  “Hey, I didn't want to bother you… you seemed busy with your film, and I just wanted to give you some peace.  I'm a big boy, pal,” Maybe he could still save this.  “Why don't we go out tonight? I haven't left the house in ages, and it’s getting to me a bit.”

Meanwhile, the real Roger was chained up in a storage locker downtown that nobody knew about. He had gotten food and water, but he missed Mark terribly, and, quite frankly, was scared shitless. He worried he would never be found; only Anti-Roger knew the storage lockers location, and as far as Mark knew? Roger never left.

He hoped this would be discovered soon…

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               — Something reeked of fish.  Roger never called him “pal”, and      more often than not annoyed him while he was editing.  “Hey, why don’t      we get something to eat first?  A little snack before we go out on the      town,” he casually walked into the kitchen, opening the fridge and closing      it without taking anything out.  “I’m sure there’s—aww, nope,” he faked      dismay.  “We really do have to go shopping.  Ah, well.”

               When he walked out of the kitchen, he had a knife hidden in his      sleeve.  “Where do you think we should go?”