Random Markiplier Smut (Requests Open)

Mayor X Mark

//PLEASE WATCH THE VIDEO ABOVE FOR CONTEXT. THIS HAPPENS BEFORE THE SECOND HALF. WITH A SMALL TWIST. WILL PROBABLY TAKE PLACE IN THE 1940ISH? SORRY I THOUGHT IT WOULD ADD TO THE PLOT//

((THIS HAS A GOOD STORY TO IT AND IM REALLY PROUD OF IT SO PLEASE DONT JUST SKIP TO THE SMUT))

Mark stood at the top of his stairs, the cold and dark stained wood sent shivers down his spine as he looked at the crowd of people that he though this party for, all the people, of course, long term friends he had since he moved here when he was a child.

The parties music filled his ears, but much of it was at a loss from the buzz going in his body from his indevers in the wine cellar had stopped him from actually being able to pay attention, making the music just a muted ringing sound.

He fixed his red, slink robe, making sure his undergarments he had been wearing, a white tank top and a light blue pair of boxers, weren't showing. He takes the time from fixing his robe to straighten and fix his gelled back hair that was beginning to fall out of place. Once he had finished, he takes another sip of whatever red substance, he presumed was wine, in his whine glass and continued to stare over the hues of pink, blue and yellows.

"Mark, why aren't you injoying the party?" Mark heard from the right side of him.

He looked to his right swiftly to see a fimiliar dapper looking man in jet black suit.

"Damien. Oh. I was just... Taking a small break." He says smiling shyly, his white teeth peering though. "You know, loud music and all."

"Fair enough." He says leaning next to Mark on his Mahoney hand crafted cane. "How have you been?"

"Good. I suppose. How are you?"

"Decent. Why do you suppose?"

"I'm not sure. It's just... The only reason half of these people are here is so that they can eat my food and drink my boose." Mark says taking another sip, swallowing harshly on the substance. "It's sickening."

"I know."

Mark looks at Damien with a concerned and confused look.

"Are you here for just the food too?" Mark blurts out.

"What? No, Mark. We've been friends since grade school. We've lived down the street from eachother our intire lives." Damien says looking at Mark with a look to reasures his friend. "Besides, even if I was here for just the food, I'd never admit to it."

Damien looking at Mark and chuckles for a moment before looking at the crowd, causing Mark to chuckle while staring at Damien, not taking his eyes off him.

"You're a really good friend, you know that right?" Mark asks, not leaving eye contact with him.

"Eh. I could be better. There are times where I'm not there for you.." Damien says, denying Marks statement.

"Nobodys perfect." Mark shrugs.

Damien sighs to himself, thinking about what to say next to break the awkward yet calming silence.

"So if there a misses in your life still?" Damien says looking at Mark for a moment.

"Ah, no. I mean, I was seeing this very nice blonde girl. But things just... Didn't work. The end wasn't bad. We're still on good terms. Besides..." Mark trails off looking in the opposite direction of Damien.

"Besides what?"

"Besides..." Mark hesitates, looking at Damien. "I think I'm looking for a mister."

The mayor was a little taken back by the man's comment.

"Mark. Are you..?"

"Homosexual? Yes." Mark states, shrugging slightly.