The polite thing to do on a Tuesday afternoon is to knock, so that\u2019s what Eduardo does. More often than not he\u2019s opening up the door to the Kirkland suite, where Dustin plays Call of Duty, Chris complains about the noise from his homework, and Mark ignores them both in favor of his computer.<\/p>\n
But in the afternoons, they\u2019re more likely to have class, and Eduardo knows his manners. The door\u2019s probably unlocked anyway, but Eduardo knocks again for good measure, since no one\u2019s answering.<\/p>\n
Still nothing. Eduardo fumbles with the doorknob\u2014yeah, it\u2019s unlocked\u2014and walks in, calling, \u201cIt\u2019s me.\u201d He knows that Dustin and Chris have class around this time, but Mark doesn\u2019t\u2014Mark doesn\u2019t have class until later this afternoon, and Eduardo doubts that he\u2019s gotten lunch yet. Eduardo hasn\u2019t either, even though it\u2019s two p.m., but unlike Mark this is on purpose. Maybe Eduardo\u2019s a little hopeful that he\u2019ll be able to grab lunch with Mark. Since Mark forgets to eat so often otherwise.<\/p>\n
The door to Mark\u2019s room is closed, and Eduardo raps on it softly. He hears voices inside\u2014does Mark have someone over?\u2014before utter silence. Maybe Mark is trying to pretend he isn\u2019t in.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s just me,\u201d Eduardo says to the door, because he can\u2019t think of a reason Mark would want to hide from him. Unless Mark has a secret girlfriend or something, but it\u2019s highly unlikely. And knowing Mark, he would probably want to discreetly show off his girlfriend than ever hide her from him.<\/p>\n
There comes the sound of \u00a0voices again. Then, finally, the door opens a crack and Mark\u2019s face peeks his face through, glaring at Eduardo.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you want?\u201d he asks Eduardo in an annoyed tone.<\/p>\n
Eduardo puts his hands up in defense, bewildered. \u201cI was just wondering if you wanted to get lunch,\u201d he says. \u201cBut if you\u2019re busy, we don\u2019t have to\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m busy,\u201d Mark says curtly.<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay,\u201d says Eduardo, ignoring the disappointment sinking in his stomach. \u201cYou\u2019ve eaten then, right? I\u2019ll get out of your\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
A voice from behind Mark says, \u201cI\u2019d like to eat.\u201d Eduardo frowns, because it sounds like\u2014but it can\u2019t be, since Mark is scowling, first at Eduardo, then whoever\u2019s behind him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe can\u2019t eat,\u201d he bites out to whoever\u2019s behind him, before turning back to Eduardo. \u201cGo away. I don\u2019t need you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut, Wardo offered,\u201d says the voice behind Mark, and it sounds eerily more, like\u2014<\/p>\n
Eduardo pushes the door open before Mark can react, and\u2014sitting on the bed, typing on the laptop, is Mark. Well, it\u2019s another Mark: they\u2019re both wearing one of Mark\u2019s old high school t-shirts, a blue hoodie on top, and khakis. It\u2019s like Mark has discovered a twin out of nowhere, one who\u2019s sitting on Mark\u2019s bed and typing something rapidly, while the other Mark\u2014the first Mark, who\u2019d opened the door, is glaring between Eduardo and this\u2014other Mark.<\/p>\n
Other Mark looks up from the laptop and then ducks his head down again, with a slight smile on his face. \u201cHi Wardo,\u201d he says, mostly to his computer screen, seemingly enraptured in whatever he\u2019s doing.<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah, hi Wardo,\u201d First Mark says, annoyed. He closes the door and leans against it, crossing his arms. \u201cNow he knows what\u2019s going on. Great fucking job.\u201d<\/p>\n
Other Mark ignores First Mark, still typing. Eduardo stares at the both of them in wonder.<\/p>\n
First Mark turns to Eduardo and says, \u201cWe\u00a0are<\/em>\u00a0hungry, but I was going to go out and get some food for us. We don\u2019t need your help.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOkay,\u201d Eduardo says, again. He\u2019s not sure if he\u2019s finished processing this. Both Marks are standing before him, as if there\u2019s nothing wrong. Eduardo looks from one to the other, at a complete loss for words.<\/p>\n But importantly, \u201cSo how did\u2014why this\u2014you\u2019re both\u2014?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWe woke up like this this morning, have no idea why, and now we\u2019re working on our OS homework that we procrastinated on last night,\u201d First Mark says, returning to his desktop.<\/p>\n Other Mark peeks up to look at First Mark, then goes back to focusing on the laptop. Eduardo still doesn\u2019t know what to say, because having two Marks, is\u2014well, one Mark by himself is hard to believe, with the way Mark is. But more than one, and Eduardo\u2019s not sure what to do with himself.<\/p>\n \u201cI think I need to sit down,\u201d Eduardo says, rubbing a hand across his forehead.<\/p>\n First Mark grunts. Other Mark doesn\u2019t respond, though he types a bit quicker, and shifts over on the bed like he\u2019s making room. Eduardo goes to sit next to him, since Other Mark seems more amiable than First Mark.<\/p>\n Other Mark doesn\u2019t pay him any visible attention, but he does say again, \u201cI am hungry.\u201d First Mark huffs from the desktop.<\/p>\n Eduardo says to Other Mark, \u201cDo you have any food left in the fridge?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo,\u201d First Mark says, before Other Mark can respond. \u201cDustin ate all the tuna and Chris confiscated the Red Vines to his dorm.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSomething about healthy eating,\u201d Other Mark explains, a tilt to his mouth.<\/p>\n Eduardo blinks, and stops himself from staring. Mark doesn\u2019t give out his smiles that often, and Eduardo often has to catch himself when Mark does.<\/p>\n First Mark says, still without looking up, \u201cWe should order a pizza.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOne of you can get lunch with me,\u201d Eduardo offers, glancing between them and hoping the suggestion\u2019s okay. \u201cI mean, it\u2019d be weird if both of you were out, but if it was just one of you that would be okay, right?\u201d<\/p>\n First Mark doesn\u2019t respond, typing rapidly at his computer like Eduardo hadn\u2019t spoken. Other Mark types at his laptop too, but after a beat where First Mark stoutly ignores them, Other Mark says, \u201cOkay.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cCool,\u201d Eduardo says. He looks at First Mark worriedly, but First Mark doesn\u2019t do a thing, just continues to work on whatever he\u2019s working on. \u201cUm, it\u2019s okay then, between the two of you\u2014do you want to discuss who\u2019s going to get lunch with me\u2014?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWell, I\u2019m going to class later,\u201d First Mark says suddenly. His tone is harsh, and Eduardo wonders if he\u2019s done something wrong. \u201cSo I guess it makes sense for\u00a0you<\/em>\u00a0to go.\u201d<\/p>\n His head turns swiftly to Other Mark, who merely shrugs. \u201cOkay,\u201d he says, closing the laptop, before standing up and shoving his hands in his pockets. He fidgets and looks at Eduardo, almost expectantly\u2014Eduardo realizes he\u2019s waiting for him, and says, \u201cOh, let\u2019s go then.\u201d As they pass the first Mark, Mark\u2019s typing gets faster and almost angrier, if typing could sound angry.<\/p>\n The Mark with Eduardo closes the door behind them as they leave his room. He follows Eduardo quietly out of the dorm, and as they make their way out of the building and into the dining hall.<\/p>\n Eduardo can already tell them apart, since the other one was\u2014very much not like this, at all. Eduardo says to this Mark, \u201cSo you\u2019re the quiet one?\u201d<\/p>\n This Mark gives him a look that Eduardo\u2019s seen dozens before on the\u2014one Mark, somewhere between exasperated and did-you-really-say-that-to-me. \u201cYou think I\u2019m quiet?\u201d he asks Eduardo, who shrugs.<\/p>\n \u201cYou certainly talk less than the other one,\u201d he says.<\/p>\n This Mark’s mouth twitches before he stuffs his hands further into his hoodie pockets. \u201cI suppose that’s true,\u201d he says, walking into the dining hall. Eduardo follows him. \u201cI\u2019m not that quiet, just\u2014\u201d He shrugs.<\/p>\n \u201cAwkward?\u201d Eduardo offers.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m\u2014ugh,\u201d this Mark says, though he\u2019s smiling a bit, killing the tone. \u201cOkay,\u201d he says to Eduardo. \u201cIf you think I am.\u201d<\/p>\n Eduardo sends him a grin, which Mark surprisingly returns\u2014he turns away quickly, though, like he doesn\u2019t want Eduardo see him smiling for too long.<\/p>\n They get lunch, Mark trailing behind Eduardo as Eduardo picks a table by the window for them to eat. Mark is watching Eduardo kind of intently, until Eduardo meets his eyes–then Mark quickly turns away, cheeks looking faintly pink.<\/p>\n Eduardo asks, \u201cYou have a lot of homework, then? Since the both of you were working on it.\u201d<\/p>\n Mark shrugs, poking at his beans. He lifts up a forkful and eats it. Eduardo expects him to say more, but Mark just eats, barely looking at Eduardo.<\/p>\n His cheeks are still pink. Eduardo tries again. \u201cWhat do you think of the other Mark?\u201d he asks.<\/p>\n Mark does lift his head up this time, but his gaze is blank, like he\u2019s confused. \u201cWhat do you expect me to say?\u201d he asks.<\/p>\n \u201cI don\u2019t know,\u201d Eduardo says honestly. \u201cI just imagine that for the two of you–it must be weird. Isn\u2019t it?\u201d<\/p>\n Mark shrugs again, forking at his chicken salad. \u201cI don\u2019t know. It feels normal,\u201d he says. \u201cHe\u2019s just–we\u2019re just the same person.\u201d<\/p>\n He says nothing more, so Eduardo assumes that\u2019s the end of that, even though he knows that these Marks are nowhere near the same. The other Mark would\u2019ve gotten offended, probably, or at least given Eduardo the cold shoulder for the question. Eduardo says, \u201cWell, it\u2019s weird for me.\u201d<\/p>\n Mark doesn\u2019t really respond, then lifts his head up thoughtfully and says, \u201cI can see why you think I\u2019m the quiet one.\u201d He looks pleased with himself when Eduardo lets out a surprised laugh, before continuing on with the rest of his lunch.<\/p>\n \u201cOverall you\u2019re not the most talkative person,\u201d Eduardo tells him. \u201cUnless you\u2019re insulting people.\u201d<\/p>\n Mark doesn\u2019t argue with that. \u201cYeah,\u201d he says, bending his head down. His face is still flushed a little and he\u2019s smiling to himself, maybe from the way that Eduardo is just grinning at him. \u201cOr talking about coding.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThat, too,\u201d Eduardo agrees.<\/p>\n They finish their lunch, and Mark, who\u2019s a faster eater than Eduardo even when he\u2019s split up into two people, waits as Eduardo finishes the rest of his food before they dump it into the trashcan. Eduardo smiles at him to see Mark jerk his head away, neck reddening. His cheeks haven\u2019t stopped being pink, either, and a part of Eduardo wonders if Mark has a fever.<\/p>\n But there\u2019s another thought there, an inkling of something that gives Eduardo some hope, for that part of him that tingles at his fingertips when he\u2019s that close to touching Mark, that makes him feel high whenever Mark\u2019s around, whether it\u2019s his normal Mark, or this one of two.<\/p>\n They\u2019re heading back to the Kirkland dorms, and Eduardo says casually, \u201cDo you and the other one have the same memories?\u201d<\/p>\n Mark shrugs. His hands are still dutifully in his pockets. \u201cI think up to this morning,\u201d he says. \u201cI still remember, um, stuff, from before.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSo it doesn\u2019t transmit,\u201d Eduardo says, and Mark shrugs again.<\/p>\n Eduardo says, \u201cSo if I kissed you, the other one wouldn\u2019t know?\u201d<\/p>\n The pink on Mark\u2019s face blooms to a stunning red, washing over his cheeks and beneath his neck. Eduardo wonders if he\u2019s as pale under his shirt, if the flush goes all the way down to his belly. \u201cWhy–\u201d Mark stammers. \u201cWhy would you do that?\u201d<\/p>\n Eduardo peers down at him. They\u2019re outside, in the quad, where other students are walking to and fro. No one will mind the sight of them kissing, Eduardo knows; this is Harvard, not his large claustrophobic house down in Miami, where his parents might be lurking around any corner.<\/p>\n Eduardo asks this Mark, \u201cDo you want me to kiss you?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cFuck,\u201d Mark says, but he\u2019s looking up at Eduardo in a way that screams like he does, eyes wide and red up to his cheekbones. \u201cThis isn\u2019t a prank, is it?\u201d he says to Eduardo, who shakes his head.<\/p>\n \u201cIf you say yes,\u201d Eduardo says, watching the way Mark\u2019s blue eyes get darker, pupils blown. \u201cI will kiss you.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThen,\u201d this Mark says, open unlike the other one, open unlike the Mark Eduardo knows, like this one is more willing to bare his heart. \u201cYes,\u201d Mark says.<\/p>\n Eduardo leans in and closes the gap between them, capturing Mark\u2019s soft lips in his own. Mark kisses back, a gentle pressure, his hands still in his pockets. Eduardo\u2019s own hands are at his side, and he fastens one to Mark\u2019s shoulder, gripping him lightly as he kisses Mark deeper. He lets his mouth open, tongue glide against the front of Mark\u2019s mouth, licking slightly. Mark huffs out a breath before parting his own lips, letting Eduardo in.<\/p>\n When Eduardo pulls away, Mark\u2019s eyes are still closed, and his lips are red from their kissing. Mark leans forward and presses his lips against Eduardo\u2019s ear. \u201cI\u2019ve always wanted you to fuck me,\u201d he murmurs.<\/p>\n His words go straight down south for Eduardo, like an electric shock that makes Eduardo whisper, \u201cFuck.\u201d Mark\u2019s eyes are open again, looking at Eduardo nervously, expectantly, like he wants Eduardo to say yes but isn\u2019t sure if he will. Eduardo searches him, taking the opportunity with a Mark like this–Mark\u2019s gaze is hungry with desire, nothing hidden, and his fingers fumble in his pocket. Eduardo can hear him from here.<\/p>\n \u201cWant to go back to my dorm?\u201d Eduardo says.<\/p>\n Mark inhales sharply–Eduardo can see the movement. \u201cYeah,\u201d Mark says, and he trots beside Eduardo as Eduardo quickly leads them out of Kirkland and into Eliot, trying to keep his semi down, his thoughts clear, even though a Mark is walking stiffly beside him.<\/p>\n When they get to Eduardo\u2019s dorm, Eduardo closes the door behind them, watching as Mark stands in the middle of the room, seemingly lost. \u201cMark,\u201d Eduardo says, and Mark turns to him.<\/p>\n He\u2019s so receptive when Eduardo walks over and kisses him, pliant in Eduardo\u2019s arms as Eduardo brackets his hands at Mark\u2019s hips, leading him gently to the bed. Mark stands in between Eduardo\u2019s legs as Eduardo sits down, spreading his thighs around Mark\u2019s knees, bringing his hands around to palm at Mark\u2019s ass. Mark makes a small noise into Eduardo\u2019s mouth as Eduardo gropes him, pressing the heel of his hand into a cheek, through Mark\u2019s khaki shorts. Mark isn\u2019t doing much but kissing him back, so sweetly that Eduardo gathers Mark up into his lap, wants to make him feel good, wants to tell Mark how good he feels on, around Eduardo.<\/p>\n Eduardo presses a few more chaste kisses against Mark\u2019s lips, before mouthing lightly at his jaw, biting a single hickey onto him and delighting in the way that Mark moans. Mark squirms in his arms and Eduardo lets his hands fall to the waistband of Mark\u2019s pants, tucking his fingers in to feel Mark\u2019s warm skin. Mark jolts in his arms, presses himself closer to Eduardo\u2019s body–and Eduardo can feel Mark straining between them, bulge pushing against him that makes Eduardo\u2019s vision go fuzzy around the edges for a little.<\/p>\n \u201cStill want me to fuck you?\u201d Eduardo says, and to his surprise, Mark nods openly, rubbing his face against Eduardo\u2019s cheek.<\/p>\n \u201cPlease,\u201d he whines.<\/p>\n Eduardo curses and fumbles with the front of his pants, while Mark sits on his thigh, before Eduardo gives up and places Mark off onto his bed, and shucking his trousers down. Mark just watches him, and finally Eduardo\u2019s cock springs free–Mark stares, and his\u00a0mouth waters<\/em>. That\u2019s so hot that Eduardo has to lean down and kiss him on the mouth, licking deep into Mark and actually having Mark lick back. Mark\u2019s squirming, and grappling onto Eduardo\u2019s shoulders, arms around his neck, and Eduardo leans him backward, getting his hands underneath Mark\u2019s shirt.<\/p>\n \u201cWanted to do this too,\u201d Eduardo murmurs, between their mouths, feeling Mark\u2019s belly, up his chest and dragging his fingers across Mark\u2019s nipples. Mark squeaks and Eduardo smiles–and instead of glaring like Eduardo would\u2019ve expected him to do, Mark just presses into Eduardo\u2019s body like he\u2019s desperate for more.<\/p>\n Eduardo\u2019s hands descend and he brings Mark\u2019s khakis down, and then his underwear, where Mark\u2019s dark and leaking cock is pressing against his belly. Eduardo can\u2019t resist from touching, touching Mark, hot against his palm and making Mark whimper and twist in his grasp. The sight is mesmerizing.<\/p>\n Mark moans, \u201cWant you to fuck me, please,\u201d and Eduardo goes, \u201cYeah, baby,\u201d making Mark moan more. Eduardo adjusts himself so he\u2019s sitting, drags a condom from his nearby deskside, the packet of lube which he strokes on himself after he gets the condom on. Mark\u2019s looking at his cock and biting his lip, like he wants to touch it, like he wants to–wants to use his mouth, and Eduardo can\u2019t think about that too much right now, because he\u2019s wrapping an arm around Mark\u2019s backside and going, \u201cCome here,\u201d and Mark goes, moving on his knees before he\u2019s right above Eduardo\u2019s lap.<\/p>\n Eduardo drags a lubricated finger down between Mark\u2019s cheeks, circling at his rim. He asks, \u201cDoes the other Mark want this too?\u201d as Mark lets out a small noise of surprise at the cold when Eduardo\u2019s finger breaches him.<\/p>\n Mark gasps and says, \u201cI don\u2019t–don\u2019t know,\u201d as Eduardo teases him, barely inside him.<\/p>\n Eduardo tilts his head, considering. \u201cIf you wanted it,\u201d he says. \u201cMaybe the other Mark does, then?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cM-Maybe,\u201d Mark lets out. The tip of Eduardo\u2019s finger has entered him, and Mark is twisting in his fingers, body shuddering in pleasure.<\/p>\n Eduardo can\u2019t waste his time thinking about both Marks, thinking about fucking the other Mark with this Mark in the room, can\u2019t let his fantasies stray too much because the reality is that one Mark is\u00a0here<\/em>, and Eduardo\u2019s cock is about to go in him. This Mark is hot and tight, and Eduardo has no doubts the other one is too, but it\u2019s this Mark that Eduardo slips his fingers out of, nudges the head of the cock against his hole, pushes into while this Mark sits in his lap. Mark lets out a little cry as Eduardo\u2019s cock drags inside of him, and Eduardo moans too, knocking his head into this Mark\u2019s shoulder.<\/p>\n \u201cSo hot,\u201d Eduardo breathes against Mark\u2019s neck. \u201cSo hot for me.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cY-Yeah,\u201d Mark gasps, as Eduardo slides all the way in, gets himself fully seated inside.<\/p>\n Eduardo circles his hips, brushing against Mark\u2019s hot walls, trying to find the spot that Mark likes best. Mark moans at the motion, makes a louder noise when Eduardo angles himself right, and Eduardo knows. Eduardo thrusts his hips down and then back up into Mark, and Mark cries out again. He\u2019s sitting sideways in Eduardo\u2019s lap, and his ass is down to Eduardo\u2019s balls as Eduardo slides himself in and out, feeling so thick and long where Mark is tight.<\/p>\n Mark bounces in Eduardo\u2019s lap, meeting him thrust for thrust, letting out these tiny little whines as Eduardo fucks into him, hits his prostate over again. \u201cFuck, fuck,\u201d Mark moans, \u201cWardo, fuck,\u201d and Eduardo is so hot, he\u2019s not sure how he hasn\u2019t come yet. Eduardo tucks his forehead into the curvature of Mark\u2019s neck and goes, \u201cYou look so good like this,\u201d and Mark breaks, coming, onto his shirt, and Eduardo\u2019s. Eduardo grabs onto Mark\u2019s hips from the side and rapidly pushes into him, faster, with more force, grunting as Mark cries out from the pressure. Mark says, \u201cGod, Wardo,\u201d and that\u2019s it, Eduardo shoves Mark down in one swift thrust, coming into him, into the condom, filling Mark up with his cock. Mark goes, \u201cah, ah, ah,\u201d as Eduardo\u2019s warm come splashes into the condom, and he\u2019s bit his lips raw, Eduardo sees, when he\u2019s done.<\/p>\n To Eduardo\u2019s surprise, Mark leans over and kisses Eduardo, smiling at him when he pulls away. \u201cWardo,\u201d he says, and the name sounds like it has so much affection in it, affection Eduardo\u2019s never heard before, that Eduardo smiles.<\/p>\n \u201cThat was,\u201d Eduardo says, pulling Mark off and taking care of the condom. \u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n Mark laughs, and Eduardo drinks up the sound. \u201cYeah,\u201d Mark says, reaching over and shyly taking Eduardo\u2019s hand, turning his head away so Eduardo won\u2019t see the blush blooming again over his cheeks. \u201cIt was good.\u201d<\/p>\n Eduardo turns him around so he can see Mark\u2019s smile, which Eduardo kisses, glad that there\u2019s\u00a0some<\/em>\u00a0iteration of Mark that genuinely likes him. \u201cWe should probably head back to your dorm,\u201d he says to this Mark. \u201cYour other–other Mark is probably wondering what took us so long.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYeah,\u201d Mark says, getting up out of Eduardo\u2019s lap.<\/p>\n They get their clothes back on–Eduardo tosses Mark his khakis from where they\u2019d fallen to the floor. When they\u2019re back in their clothes, Mark reaches for Eduardo\u2019s hand and Eduardo goes, \u201cHey.\u201d Mark brings himself close and stands on his tiptoes to kiss Eduardo, and Eduardo\u2019s insides feel so soft like they could slip out of him at any second. He kisses back, and Mark pulls away so that Eduardo can see Mark grinning at him again.<\/p>\n Heading back to the Kirkland dorm, neither of them can stop smiling–Eduardo catches Mark grinning at him, turning his face away, and then doing it again, like he\u2019s not sure but he wants to, desperately. Eduardo knows the feeling, tucking his chin down into his chest and wanting the other Mark too, to kiss him and tell him that he loves the both of them.<\/p>\n As they make their way into the Kirkland building, Eduardo says, \u201cSo how long have you–the both of you, right?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI dunno.\u201d Mark shrugs, but in a more off-handed way like he does know the answer. \u201cProbably.\u201d<\/p>\n Eduardo nods thoughtfully. \u201cHe wouldn\u2019t say anything, though, right?\u201d he asks worriedly. \u201cBecause you\u2019re–and he\u2019s–\u201d<\/p>\n Mark shrugs again. \u201cProbably not,\u201d he says, \u201cbut it\u2019s okay.\u201d He sends one of those used-to-be rare smiles at Eduardo again, and Eduardo can\u2019t make himself worry when he sees that. Mark\u00a0likes<\/em>\u00a0him–whether this one, or the other one, or his own single one. They\u2019re all the same, and Eduardo doesn\u2019t think he can get enough.<\/p>\n When they arrive at the dorm, Eduardo opens the door and them strides along with this Mark to Mark\u2019s bedroom. The other–the first Mark looks up from his desktop when they come in, an annoyed expression on his face.<\/p>\n \u201cI was wondering what was taking you so long,\u201d he says, voice hard.<\/p>\n Eduardo shifts guiltily. \u201cWe got sidetracked,\u201d he says to the other Mark, who blushes.<\/p>\n Mark narrows his eyes at the both of them, then says, \u201cWhatever. I\u2019m almost done this problem set from Friday, so finish the one from Monday.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOkay,\u201d Mark says obediently, taking the laptop from the bed and opening it on his lap.<\/p>\n Eduardo sits next to him as both Marks work, back to homework like they were doing before. But now Eduardo\u00a0knows<\/em>–now Eduardo\u2019s\u00a0kissed<\/em>\u00a0one, and he can\u2019t help but leaning into this Mark\u2019s neck and kissing his collarbone. Mark squirms and says nothing; Eduardo noses along his cheek, presses a kiss to the inside of his neck. Mark laughs, apparently ticklish, and says, \u201cWardo.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat\u2019s going on?\u201d The other Mark swivels around in his chair and glares at the both of them.<\/p>\n Eduardo quickly pulls away and says, \u201cNothing,\u201d even though he knows that there\u2019s no way that this Mark missed it. Maybe it\u2019ll make this Mark say something, do something, and then–Eduardo doesn\u2019t know, but the sight of two Marks is almost too much for him. Eduardo smiles innocently at this Mark, and when he turns back around to his desktop, Eduardo ducks down and smacks a loud kiss at the inside of Mark\u2019s wrist.<\/p>\n This Mark looks at him fondly–the other Mark lets out a low sound that Eduardo can\u2019t quite make heads or tails of. Eduardo thinks he\u2019ll say something, but Mark does nothing, just types faster at his computer. Eduardo goes in for a real kiss, mushing his lips against Mark\u2019s. Mark gives up on his homework entirely and kisses back, setting his laptop down on the bed and wrapping his arms around Eduardo\u2019s shoulders. Eduardo holds onto his side and kisses back, because there\u2019s no way that the other Mark will let them do this–he\u2019ll have to say something, demand attention from Eduardo instead, be offended that Eduardo isn\u2019t kissing him.<\/p>\n But instead, there\u2019s the sound of Mark\u2019s fingers clacking louder, obnoxiously at his computer desktop, and then Mark saying, \u201cGet a fucking room, Jesus Christ.\u201d<\/p>\n Mark pulls away from Eduardo\u2019s lips, smiling and pink-cheeked. \u201cAlready did,\u201d he says, to which Mark growls at.<\/p>\n Eduardo hopes–Mark has to say something\u00a0now<\/em>, they\u2019re making out on the fucking bed–but then Mark says, \u201cI think you two should leave.\u201d<\/p>\n Eduardo\u2019s heart stops in his chest.<\/p>\n His other Mark says, \u201cLeave?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes,\u201d Mark says, with his teeth gritted. \u201cGo to Eduardo\u2019s dorm. Fuck off if you\u2019re not going to be working. I can do our homework from Monday.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cMark,\u201d Eduardo tries, but then Mark is storming over from his desk, glowering down at the both of them where the other Mark looks blankly surprised at him, and grabs the laptop from the bed.<\/p>\n \u201cLeave,\u201d Mark bites out, and Eduardo and the other Mark have no other choice but to do so.<\/p>\n They trickle out of the dorm, not really looking at each other. Eduardo\u2019s worried–does the other Mark not like him? not want to kiss him the way this Mark does? He thought he could goad Mark, but instead Mark\u2019s just angry at him, as he should be, since Eduardo was making out with someone else in his bed. Well–another Mark, to be precise, who seems unbothered as they trek out. Eduardo\u2019s stomach twists guiltily.<\/p>\n This Mark looks thoughtful as he shoves his hands in his pockets. \u201cI think he was jealous,\u201d he says.<\/p>\n Eduardo scoffs in surprise. \u201cJealous? More like he was furious with us.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cFurious because he\u2019s jealous.\u201d Mark looks considering for a moment, before shrugging. \u201cOh well. What can we do at your dorm?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWell,\u201d Eduardo says, trying not to be to thrown off by this Mark\u2019s complete apathy. \u201cI have homework to do, too. And you said that he–um, the other–Mark was going to class, so you should probably stay inside just in case.\u201d<\/p>\n Mark nods. \u201cGood idea,\u201d he says, and follows Eduardo inside, into his dorm.<\/p>\n Eduardo shuts the door behind them, reminded uncomfortably about when they\u2019d been screwing here, just several minutes before. \u201cSo, um,\u201d Eduardo says. \u201cYou can use my computer, if you want–I really only need to read–\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOkay,\u201d Mark says, nodding. He grabs Eduardo\u2019s computer without abandon and fires it open–he types in Eduardo\u2019s password before even asking, and Eduardo blinks at him in surprise.<\/p>\n \u201cI didn\u2019t even give you my password,\u201d Eduardo says.<\/p>\n Mark shrugs.<\/p>\n It seems like that\u2019s what he\u2019s reduced to when Eduardo isn\u2019t fucking him–which is fair, since Eduardo likes Mark, his indifference and all. Eduardo joins him on the bed as Mark\u2019s fingers fly across the keyboard, as fast as the other one, working on some coding thing on a program he\u2019d apparently downloaded onto Eduardo\u2019s computer without asking. Eduardo doesn\u2019t mind too much, since the sound of Mark typing is almost soothing as Eduardo reads through his textbook. They sit side by side, and midway through Mark leans his head against Eduardo\u2019s shoulder, as he types dutifully at Eduardo\u2019s laptop.<\/p>\n Eduardo gets dinner for the both of them, later, and then they have sex again, Mark\u2019s legs over Eduardo\u2019s shoulders as Eduardo fucks into him, both of them properly naked now instead of with only their pants on, skin slapping against skin in Eduardo\u2019s single dorm. Mark\u2019s legs shake as Eduardo fucks him deep, and all Eduardo can think about is about how he wishes the other Mark were here to enjoy the show–to fuck him, to fuck Mark, to just\u00a0be here<\/em>. He comes with groan at the guilty image in his head of both Marks kissing each other; Mark comes onto his chest moments after, legs tight around Eduardo\u2019s head.<\/p>\n \u201cI knew you\u2019d be good in bed,\u201d Mark sighs, as they wind down, satisfied.<\/p>\n Eduardo gets rid of the condom and, smirking, says, \u201cWhat\u2019s that supposed to mean?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI – we – \u201d Mark watches as Eduardo gets up, naked to head to the trash can, and then back. \u201cWe thought about it a lot before.\u201d<\/p>\n Eduardo raises his eyebrows. \u201cYou\u00a0and<\/em>\u00a0the other–\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhen we were still one,\u201d Mark says. \u201cThe one Mark.\u201d<\/p>\n Heat pools at the bottom of Eduardo\u2019s belly, and if he had the energy he would definitely get it up again. \u201cAh,\u201d he says, before joining Mark on the bed. \u201cYou think about me a lot?\u201d<\/p>\n This Mark gives him a look, even though Eduardo is wrapping him in his arms, pressing his nose against the back of Mark\u2019s neck. \u201cYou\u2019re just asking me that because I\u2019m the one that\u2019ll give you an actual answer,\u201d Mark says.<\/p>\n Eduardo smiles at him. \u201cWell, will you?\u201d<\/p>\n Mark sighs. But he says, smiling back, \u201cYes, we do.\u201d<\/p>\n Eduardo tells him, \u201cI want the other Mark to know that I think about you a lot, too.\u201d He kisses Mark\u2019s shoulder. \u201cThe both of you.\u201d<\/p>\n If he had to tell the truth, Eduardo wouldn\u2019t say that this Mark is easier to talk to than his own Mark, who\u2019s honest so much to a fault that Eduardo\u2019s always suspected that Mark likes talking to Eduardo just as much. But this Mark tells Eduardo about his family, his childhood, what it was like being on the fencing team in high school, how much he wants to be in a final club, instead of complaining about how bullshit it is that he\u2019s in Harvard and there\u2019s still a more elite club that he expects himself to get into, which is Mark\u2019s typical whinge about them. This Mark is okay when Eduardo talks about how difficult it was to live up to his father\u2019s expectations, how Eduardo still doesn\u2019t feel like it\u2019s enough even though his father has told him that he\u2019s proud that Eduardo\u2019s in Harvard, that he\u2019s stopped having\u00a0expectations<\/em>\u00a0and more dreams for Eduardo than Eduardo can hope to imagine. This Mark is receptive and listens, makes noises of assent, says, \u201cI think your father is trying to tell you you\u2019re good enough,\u201d and doesn\u2019t turn away when Eduardo buries his face into Mark\u2019s chest and says, \u201cThank you.\u201d<\/p>\n Mark pets his hair, and Eduardo doesn\u2019t know how this Mark can be so Mark, and yet so different, like half of a whole.<\/p>\n The next morning, Eduardo wakes up first and takes a shower, before Mark wakes up and blinks at him while Eduardo dries his hair. Mark reaches over to the bottom of the bed to pick up his clothes, but Eduardo clucks and says, \u201cYou should shower.\u201d<\/p>\n Mark gives him a blank look, but Eduardo hauls him to his feet, sighing fondly. \u201cC\u2019mon, Mark,\u201d he says, leading Mark into his bathroom. \u201cWe\u2019re filthy from last night.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou\u2019re not anymore,\u201d Mark points out, to where Eduardo\u2019s towel is wrapped around his waist.<\/p>\n Eduardo rolls his eyes and says, \u201cYou need to shower, too.\u201d Mark doesn\u2019t move on his own, but doesn\u2019t protest as Eduardo manhandles him into the bathroom before shutting the door behind him.<\/p>\n There\u2019s light shuffling, but otherwise no more noise. Eduardo says to the door, \u201cTurn on the shower, Mark!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m not a child, Wardo,\u201d comes Mark\u2019s voice, amused, before the sound of the shower.<\/p>\n They get ready, and Eduardo doesn\u2019t have any classes until the afternoon, so after breakfast Eduardo says, \u201cMaybe we should go back to your dorm and see if he–the other one is okay?\u201d Mark shrugs, which Eduardo assumes is a yes or a who-the-fuck-cares, so he leads them back to Kirkland, briefcase slung over his shoulder, stomach lower than before at the anxiety of this Mark possibly still being angry at them.<\/p>\n Eduardo knocks at the door as he and Mark wait outside. Mark has his hands in his pockets, blinking dispassionately.<\/p>\n Dustin opens the door, and, with surprise to Eduardo, says, \u201cHey man, you know you don\u2019t need to knock–is that\u00a0Mark<\/em>?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cUm,\u201d Eduardo says, making his way in. \u201cLong story.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019ll say,\u201d Dustin says. \u201cMark\u2019s door has been closed all day, except I saw him go to the bathroom once–I thought he was in this whole time–\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHe,\u201d Eduardo says, as Mark just stares at Dustin with a blank expression. \u201cLong story,\u201d Eduardo says again.<\/p>\n Dustin shakes his head, and Eduardo and Mark go to Mark\u2019s dorm. Eduardo waits until Dustin\u2019s back in his room, door open just a crack. Then Eduardo knocks on the door lightly with his knuckles.<\/p>\n \u201cMark?\u201d he says gently. \u201cAre you in?\u201d<\/p>\n There\u2019s a moment, where Eduardo is worried that Mark had gone out without anyone noticing–but then Mark\u2019s voice comes gruffly, through the door, \u201cYeah.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cCan we come in?\u201d Eduardo asks.<\/p>\n The doorknob twists and unclicks; Mark must\u2019ve had the door locked, anyway. Eduardo glances nervously at the other Mark, who doesn\u2019t seem to care, before entering in the room.<\/p>\n Mark is sitting at his desk, bags under his eyes, typing at his computer. Eduardo immediately goes into worry-mode–\u201dDid you sleep at\u00a0all<\/em>?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cCouple hours,\u201d Mark grunts, as the other Mark files in after Eduardo. \u201cIf we came together again last night, I wanted to be awake for it.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThat\u2019s–\u201d Eduardo gets it, but also– \u201cThat\u2019s incredibly stupid, Mark, what the fuck?\u201d<\/p>\n Mark gives him a look. \u201cNot like you care, since you\u2019re over with,\u201d he waves at the other Mark, \u201cthe stupid one over there.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHey,\u201d Mark says. \u201cFor your information, I still have an IQ of 154–\u201d<\/p>\n Mark snorts. \u201cAnd yet you get distracted by Eduardo–\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHey,\u201d Eduardo says, before the argument can escalate. It\u2019s still weird to see Mark argue with himself–but, Eduardo presumes, probably nothing out of the ordinary, since his own Mark can be transparent, sometimes, when he\u2019s debating between two or more possibilities. \u201cThere\u2019s no reason to get upset,\u201d he tries, gently to the angrier Mark, who snorts and turns back to his computer.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m not upset, you both just waste your time with your other bullshit,\u201d Mark says.<\/p>\n The words sting Eduardo, and he tries to pretend they don\u2019t. Mark doesn\u2019t even apologize like he would\u2019ve otherwise, when he knows when he says things that offend Eduardo and he actually doesn\u2019t mean it. Eduardo doubts Mark means this, but it still hurts that he said them–Eduardo supposes that the part of Mark that would apologize is the other Mark, not this one.<\/p>\n Eduardo asks, \u201cDo you want us to go, then?\u201d<\/p>\n Mark is quiet for a moment. His typing slows at his computer, and he grunts out, \u201cNo. It\u2019s fine.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI don\u2019t care,\u201d the other Mark says, mostly to Eduardo. \u201cWe can go, if we\u2019re not welcome.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou. are. welcome,\u201d Mark gets out, baring his teeth.<\/p>\n Eduardo isn\u2019t sure about that, but Mark seems to be pretty emphatic, so he and Mark make their way to Mark\u2019s bed. At the desk, Mark shoves the laptop where it\u2019s sitting to the side, and silently, the other Mark gets up from the bed to take it, before joining Eduardo again.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m working on a program,\u201d Mark tells Eduardo, ignoring the other Mark snapping out, \u201cwe<\/em>.\u201d \u201cIt\u2019s for Harvard, you can put your classes on it and see what classes your friends are taking, too.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOh, that sounds really useful,\u201d Eduardo says, looking over Mark\u2019s shoulder to his laptop with interest. \u201cDoes it have a name yet?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cCourseMatch,\u201d the other Mark says, without turning around from his computer. \u201cI worked on it last night. I updated the classes file.\u201d<\/p>\n The Mark beside Eduardo on the bed says nothing, instead opening up a file and scrolling up and down, before backspacing and typing some things. Eduardo hears the other Mark growl, but otherwise say nothing–from what Eduardo can understand about code, it looks like this Mark is fixing some things in the other Mark\u2019s code.<\/p>\n Eduardo remembers what Mark had told him yesterday, about this Mark, about–all Marks, really, that–that the feeling, the kissing, none of it is isolated to the Mark that Eduardo had actually done them with. All Marks want him–and that\u2019s weird for Eduardo to think, to wrap his mind around. But he supposes logically it must be true–if one Mark was so open, yielding for him, then that must mean that all iterations of Mark must be.<\/p>\n He kisses at Mark\u2019s mouth again, this time determined to make this Mark jealous into action, especially since this Mark had wanted them to stay. He might even\u00a0want<\/em>\u00a0Eduardo and the other Mark to make out in front of him again, who knows. This Mark goes along with it happily, supple in Eduardo\u2019s grasp, not even pretending to pay attention to coding as Eduardo bends them forward against the bed, Mark on his back, head landing on his pillow.<\/p>\n Eduardo turns his head to see the other Mark\u2019s reaction–but the other Mark hasn\u2019t moved, resolutely staring at his computer and working on whatever he\u2019s working on. Eduardo smiles at him fondly, anyway, before kissing the Mark that he\u00a0can<\/em>\u00a0kiss, pressing him into the mattress as Mark kisses back. Mark makes desperate noises into Eduardo\u2019s mouth, hands going to Eduardo\u2019s sides, his hips. Eduardo grinds his front down on Mark, hoping that the other is listening, will say, do\u00a0anything<\/em>, as long as he\u2019s not kicking them out again.<\/p>\n But the other Mark does nothing. Eduardo brings his hands down to the front of this Mark\u2019s shirt, strokes at the warm skin, loving as Mark moans, as Eduardo brings his head down and fastens his mouth to Mark\u2019s collarbone. Eduardo bites gently, stroking his teeth along the sensitive skin, before sucking Mark\u2019s skin into his mouth, sure to leave a dark bruise on his skin. Mark groans against him and his hips buck up. Eduardo thumbs at his nipples, under his shirt, one under each thumb, as Mark rucks his body against his.<\/p>\n Eduardo brings his hands down, because if nothing dissuades the other Mark from his silent treatment, then, well–something<\/em>\u00a0has to. Eduardo gets his hand around Mark\u2019s zipper and tugs it down sharply.<\/p>\n A sound behind them startles Eduardo and Mark. The other Mark has stood up from his desk, thighs banging into keyboard. He\u2019s not looking at either of them as he storms out of the room, and Eduardo\u2019s stomach drops as he leaves.<\/p>\n This Mark\u2019s expression is bored when Eduardo turns to him. \u201cGet back to it,\u201d Mark says, and Eduardo likes that no matter which Mark he\u2019s with, Mark\u2019s still a little impatient and bossy.<\/p>\n But Eduardo can\u2019t help worrying–\u201dIs he mad again?\u201d he asks.<\/p>\n Mark rolls his eyes. \u201cProbably,\u201d he says. \u201cCan we go back to what you wanted to do before?\u201d<\/p>\n Eduardo looks at him for a moment–he wants to talk about this more, to find the best way to get the other Mark to\u00a0do<\/em>\u00a0something–but this Mark clearly won\u2019t comply, as he\u2019s looking up at Eduardo expectantly. \u201cOkay,\u201d Eduardo says, before making his way down Mark\u2019s body. \u201cI\u2019m going to blow you.\u201d<\/p>\n Mark\u2019s hips pulse up again and he groans. \u201cFuck, please,\u201d he goes, and Eduardo brings his head, and Mark\u2019s pants down.<\/p>\n Eduardo takes Mark\u2019s underwear down, wraps his lips around Mark\u2019s dick and meets Mark\u2019s eyes as he blows Mark carefully, shaking his head to get all of Mark\u2019s cock in. Mark moans and throws his head back, pushing into Eduardo\u2019s mouth as Eduardo pumps his hand around the base of Mark\u2019s cock, loving the way Mark is hot and heavy on his tongue. He curls his tongue, licks, pulling off every trick in the book–he\u2019s thought about doing this for so long, he gets Mark into the back of his throat even though he usually saves that for after the third date. Mark doesn\u2019t stop moaning, squeezing his eyes shut, thighs quivering beside Eduardo–then he\u2019s coming down Eduardo\u2019s throat, thick and bitter and a taste that Eduardo loves.<\/p>\n Eduardo pulls off and smiles at Mark, even though some of Mark\u2019s come is smeared on his mouth. \u201cShit, Wardo,\u201d Mark says, as Eduardo drags himself up to kiss himself sweetly on Mark\u2019s lips. Mark resists a bit, making a face at the taste; but Eduardo pushes what\u2019s left of Mark\u2019s come into Mark\u2019s mouth, which Mark takes and moans at.<\/p>\n They get Mark\u2019s pants back on, and Mark offers to exchange the favor, which Eduardo turns down–he wants to figure out what\u2019s up with the other Mark, first, before he\u2019ll allow himself to have another orgasm. So Mark works on CourseMatch at his laptop, while Eduardo gets his head into Mark\u2019s lap–Mark doesn\u2019t seem to mind, though, resting his elbow in the crook of Eduardo\u2019s neck. \u201cYou don\u2019t think the–Mark hates me, do you?\u201d Eduardo asks, watching Mark\u2019s fingers flutter across the keyboard.<\/p>\n Mark shrugs, but says, \u201cIt\u2019s unlikely.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI just,\u201d Eduardo says, and then looks up at Mark\u2019s face–identical to the other Mark\u2019s, and yet so much different from the other\u2019s. \u201cI like the\u00a0both<\/em>\u00a0of you,\u201d he says.<\/p>\n Mark hums and doesn\u2019t respond. Eduardo sighs, turning his face into Mark\u2019s thigh.<\/p>\n It\u2019s not long before the other Mark comes back, though, maybe about an hour, slamming the door shut behind him and staring at the mirror of himself, Eduardo\u2019s head still on Mark\u2019s lap. Eduardo becomes self-conscious of this and lifts himself up, as Mark crosses his arms and glares.<\/p>\n It takes Eduardo a second to realize that Mark\u2019s not glaring at\u00a0him<\/em>–he\u2019s glaring at the other Mark. \u201cSo, what,\u201d Mark says to the other. \u201cYou guys are together now?\u201d<\/p>\n Mark shrugs from behind his computer, not taking his eyes away. \u201cSure,\u201d he says, without looking up.<\/p>\n \u201cSure<\/em>?\u201d Mark says scornfully. \u201cYou–You and\u00a0him<\/em>,\u201d he points to Eduardo, who cowers, \u201cmade out on\u00a0my bed<\/em>–\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOur bed.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou didn\u2019t even sleep in it last night!\u201d Mark spits. \u201cYou\u2019re such a slut, throwing yourself at Eduardo like that–\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYeah?\u201d the other Mark challenges, finally raising his head up with an indignant expression on his face. \u201cAt least I\u2019m getting more than you.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI-I don\u2019t–\u201d Mark sputters. \u201cI don\u2019t\u00a0need<\/em>\u00a0to have sex like how desperate\u00a0you<\/em>\u00a0are–\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cRight,\u201d the other Mark says, closing his laptop and his gaze looking fiery all of a sudden, a strange character switch. Eduardo doesn\u2019t even know where this came from. \u201cMaybe Wardo and I should just fuck in the room with you and you\u2019ll be a jealous bitch because you\u2019ll wish he was fucking you–\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m not a jealous–\u201d Mark looks enraged, and Eduardo scoots back on the bed, still sitting as the other Mark stands up, meeting his gaze. \u201cYou\u2019re such a fucking slut for Eduardo\u2019s body–\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou know what?\u201d the other Mark says. \u201cI\u00a0am<\/em>. I am a slut for Eduardo\u2019s body, and his cock, and his mouth, and you would be, too, if you were getting even a little bit of what I\u2019ve had–\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cFuck off,\u201d Mark snarls. His cheeks are bright red. \u201cWhat the fuck does it matter, we\u2019re the same fucking person–\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYeah, but you\u2019re not the one getting your dick sucked.\u201d The other Mark smirks victoriously as Mark flushes even darker.<\/p>\n Eduardo can see the difference now–it\u2019s not that the other Mark is awkward and the other Mark is ambitious, or that one Mark is more emotionless and the other is more angry. It\u2019s that the one Mark goes along, lets Eduardo see how he feels, doesn\u2019t feel the need to hide anything, while the other one seems to want to hide\u00a0everything<\/em>. Eduardo loves every bit of Mark, both Marks, the Mark who shows his emotions and the Mark that doesn\u2019t–and with both of them going head on, Eduardo doesn\u2019t even feel bad, just can\u2019t stop himself from staring.<\/p>\n \u201cI don\u2019t need my dick sucked,\u201d Mark says, and the other snorts.<\/p>\n \u201cI know you hated being a virgin, and you still are,\u201d he sneers. \u201cEduardo\u2019s fucked me, and you haven\u2019t even fucked him–\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cMaybe that\u2019s\u00a0you<\/em>, and not me–\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cLike you said, it doesn\u2019t even fucking matter,\u201d the other Mark says. \u201cWe\u2019re the same person–\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhich means that if you\u2019re not a virgin, then I\u2019m not–\u201d<\/p>\n The other Mark scoffs. \u201cYeah fucking right. Like you had Wardo in you, like you had Wardo\u2019s mouth on your dick–\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cFuck you,\u201d Mark says, getting close to the other Mark\u2019s face.<\/p>\n The other Mark doesn\u2019t falter, looking smug, still standing, hands ubiquitously in his pockets. Mark\u2019s gaze is fixed on the other, but then Eduardo sees–Mark\u2019s eyes flicker to Eduardo, who\u2019s enraptured by the both of them–he\u2019s barely upset at the Mark\u2019s arguing with himself. He imagines what this is like in Mark\u2019s head, except for where the part Eduardo\u2019s fucked one of them and not the other.<\/p>\n Mark\u2019s eyes narrow at Eduardo\u2019s, before meeting the other\u2019s gaze again. He\u2019s breathing hard into his face, even though the other barely seems to care.<\/p>\n Then, like something out of a dream, Mark jams his mouth against the others. Eduardo blinks–the other is resisting, while Mark squeezes his eyes tight, trying to kiss the other Mark hard.<\/p>\n The other Mark sputters and pulls himself away. \u201cWhat are you doing?\u201d he demands, as Mark wipes his mouth.<\/p>\n \u201cWardo loves it,\u201d he says, turning to Eduardo. \u201cRight?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI, uh,\u201d Eduardo says, because the other is squinting at him with confusion. \u201cI do like it–I like the both of you. I just,\u201d he shrugs. \u201cI can\u2019t protest against the either of you.\u201d<\/p>\n The other Mark stares at him, but then he blinks and says, \u201cOkay.\u201d Then, to his counterpart, \u201cYou didn\u2019t have to kiss me so hard, though.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cUgh,\u201d Mark says, before gritting his teeth and leaning in to kiss the other Mark again. His hands go into the pocket of Mark\u2019s hoodie and wrenches his hands out, which Mark doesn\u2019t seem to mind, letting his hands go with him. Mark shoves the other Mark back and takes off his pants, wriggling out of them and then his boxers. His dick is soft and out already, and even though Eduardo knows it\u2019s the same as the other\u2019s, he still can\u2019t help staring–it\u2019s Mark\u2019s cock that he can\u2019t resist.<\/p>\n Mark strokes his dick, says, \u201cSince you like getting fucked so much, how about I fuck you?\u201d He glances at Eduardo like he wants to make sure it\u2019s okay, but Eduardo nods, mouth dry. He quickly gets off the bed as the other Mark says nothing, merely leans back on his elbows to make more room for Mark.<\/p>\n Heaving himself over the other Mark\u2019s body, Mark joins their mouths together again, lying on top of the other Mark from tip to toe. The other rifles his hands through Mark\u2019s curls, taking it in stride as Mark kisses him, palms himself against the other\u2019s crotch, moaning into his mouth as he strokes himself to hardness. Eduardo watches Mark\u2019s cock fatten in his fist and doesn\u2019t know what he wants, if he wants Mark to fuck him or if he wants to watch Mark fuck himself or–whatever it is.<\/p>\n Mark gets the other Mark\u2019s khakis down, yanking them off and shoving them away thoughtlessly. Eduardo\u2019s begun to absently rub the heel of his hand against his dick, straining to keep his noises down because he wants to hear all of the Marks\u2019 sounds.<\/p>\n Mark goes, \u201cLube,\u201d and Eduardo fumbles, taking his hand off of himself when he realizes that Mark is talking to him. He looks through Mark\u2019s desk, until Mark clicks his tongue and the both of them say, \u201cBottom drawer.\u201d<\/p>\n Eduardo finds it, places it into Mark\u2019s extended hand, where Mark flips the lid open and lathers it all over his hands. From here, Eduardo can see the other Mark\u2019s eyes, dark and hazy as Mark slides his fingers between his legs, slicks him open. \u201cNot as good as Wardo,\u201d the other Mark says, smirking.<\/p>\n Mark grits his teeth and drives his fingers in deeper–Eduardo can see it from here. The other Mark can\u2019t help himself, pushing his head back into the mattress in moaning, as Mark goes, \u201cThat\u2019s what I thought.\u201d He curls his fingers, pulling his body away so that Eduardo can see the whole show, can see Mark up to his knuckles, tight and pressing into where the both of them are joined. Eduardo unbuttons the top of his trousers, slides a hand down, curls a hand around himself.<\/p>\n Mark turns to Eduardo and goes, \u201cAre you enjoying this, Wardo?\u201d Eduardo nods mutely, and Mark says, \u201cYeah, I bet.\u201d<\/p>\n He takes his fingers out and Eduardo watches as the other Mark\u2019s hips thrust down, whining. \u201cI\u2019m empty, you fuck,\u201d the other Mark says.<\/p>\n Mark just glares at him and says, \u201cI\u2019m going to fuck you, you slut.\u201d He gets the lube on himself–and Eduardo realizes they\u2019re not going to use a condom, Mark\u2019s just going to go in bare, since they\u2019re the same person, and that\u2019s so hot that Eduardo has to force himself from coming immediately. \u201cGod, I didn\u2019t know you were such a fucking slut for it.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou\u2019re just jealous,\u201d the other Mark teases, and that\u2019s when Mark slots his cock into him, raising the other Mark\u2019s hips up, in the space between the back of his thighs. \u201cFuck.\u00a0Fuck<\/em>, you fucker.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThat\u2019s what you want, isn\u2019t it?\u201d Mark says breathlessly, slapping at one of the other Mark\u2019s thighs. \u201cCome on, on your knees.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou\u2019re gonna fuck me doggy style?\u201d the other Mark says, though he does as he says. \u201cEduardo hasn\u2019t fucked me like that, yet, bet you want to fuck him like that too–\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cShut up,\u201d Mark says. But his cheeks are flushed and Eduardo realizes that he\u2019s barely done anything with this Mark–so much of his energy has been with the other, sexual and otherwise, and he immediately feels bad.<\/p>\n As the other Mark gets on his hands and knees, and Mark readjusts himself inside him, Eduardo goes over to the Mark who\u2019s fucking, not being fucked, and asks, \u201cDo you need any help?\u201d<\/p>\n Mark gives him a look–\u201dDo I really look like I need help fucking myself?\u201d<\/p>\n Eduardo shrugs, watches the way Mark\u2019s cock slips into the other so easily. He remembers what it was like, fucking the other Mark–but this is different, because Eduardo can watch this Mark\u2019s thick cock breach the other\u2019s hole, pushing, tearing him apart as Mark writhes and moans against the bed. Mark\u2019s back is straight as he holds onto the other\u2019s hips, snapping his own, thrusting and fucking the other into the mattress.<\/p>\n Eduardo meets this Mark\u2019s gaze, and this Mark\u2019s eyes are rich, mouth sinfully red, from all the biting, from all the insults. Eduardo places a hand on Mark\u2019s shoulder, thumbs at his jaw–Mark takes it, says, \u201cPut your finger in my mouth.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cShit,\u201d Eduardo goes, stroking his finger against Mark\u2019s cheek, placing it between his lips, where Mark takes him in, sucks, fucking the other Mark harder against the bed. Mark sucks on Eduardo\u2019s finger harder and harder, the faster he thrusts into the other Mark, and Eduardo has to take his fingers out and kiss this Mark, tasting the salty tang of his mouth, slipping his tongue in and licking at as much of Mark\u2019s mouth as he can, penetrating his lips. Mark moans in his mouth despite the other\u2019s senseless whines, so loudly that his hips buck and then he\u2019s frozen, shuddering, coming. Eduardo holds him through it, stroking this Mark\u2019s cheek, wanting him to be–the other was so happy, so easygoing, and Eduardo wants that for all Marks.<\/p>\n Mark winds down, and Eduardo breaks apart, Mark opening his eyes and looking down at the other. The other Mark looks sated too– \u201cYou came without either of us touching you,\u201d Mark says, sounding half-disgusted, half-fond.<\/p>\n The other Mark rolls over on his back and snorts at him. \u201cWardo, do you think that\u2019s hot?\u201d he asks.<\/p>\n \u201cI do think it\u2019s hot,\u201d Eduardo says, and the other Mark smirks, like he\u2019s just won a contest. \u201cYou\u2019re both hot, I don\u2019t–Jesus.\u201d<\/p>\n Mark looks down at where Eduardo is hard in his pants, then exchanges a look with the other Mark. \u201cRight,\u201d Mark says, then shoves his hand down Eduardo\u2019s pants. \u201cLet me–\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWe should blow him,\u201d the other Mark says, raising himself on his elbows.<\/p>\n There\u2019s a question in this Mark\u2019s eyes, but Eduardo babbles, \u201cYeah, yeah, um,\u201d before slipping his pants and underwear off in one swift motion. The other–the slutty Mark gets on his knees on the bed and looks Eduardo in the eye, crawling over to his cock. The Mark who just fucked the other bends down, wrapping his lips around the crown of Eduardo\u2019s cock without abandon.<\/p>\n \u201cFuck,\u201d Eduardo says, watching them, watching as the slutty Mark closes his eyes and licks down Eduardo\u2019s length, sucking him up like he was something delicious. \u201cFuck,\u201d Eduardo says again, as the more dominant Mark takes him in deeper, sucking him properly.<\/p>\n The slutty Mark shoves at the other\u2019s shoulder and says, \u201cStop hogging him.\u201d Mark rolls his eyes but lets his mouth off, lets the slutty Mark lick at the underside, taste his head, and Eduardo\u2019s knees are this close to buckling as he tightens his hands into fists.<\/p>\n The slutty Mark ducks his head down to lick at Eduardo\u2019s balls, mouths at them, while the dominant Mark gets Eduardo down his throat in one swift motion–and he gags a little, but it\u2019s what sends Eduardo undone. He moans and thrusts deep into the one\u2019s mouth, spurting down his throat, legs shaking as his orgasm punches out of him. Mark takes his mouth off of him and they both place their faces in front of Eduardo\u2019s cock, so he comes on both of their cheeks and eyelids and mouths.<\/p>\n Eduardo can only groan out swears, as both Marks turn to each other and then make out again, licking Eduardo\u2019s come from their faces. \u201cYou\u2019re both so hot,\u201d Eduardo finds himself saying. \u201cChrist–Mark<\/em>–\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYeah,\u201d they both say, breaking apart. Eduardo grins at them, and the slutty one grins back while the dominant one rolls his eyes and turns his face away so Eduardo can\u2019t see his expression. Eduardo imagines it\u2019s a smile, too, and places his hand on Mark\u2019s shoulder so he can bring him around and kiss him. Mark relents, kissing gently back, almost like the other one but with more teeth.<\/p>\n Eduardo supposes it makes sense, and wonders how\u00a0his<\/em>\u00a0Mark–the one Mark–would kiss.<\/p>\n They hear a banging at the door, and Chris\u2019s voice going, \u201cI know you guys finally had sex after for-fucking-ever, but can you please keep it down?\u201d Eduardo laughs into this Mark\u2019s shoulder, who shouts, \u201cShut up, Chris,\u201d while the other one hides his own giggles into the bed.<\/p>\n Eduardo glances at the time on his watch, and realizes how late it is–how long he\u2019s been in Mark\u2019s dorm. \u201cWe need to eat lunch,\u201d he says, before looking precariously at the both of them. \u201cWho–\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m going this time,\u201d the dominant Mark says, getting off the bed and beginning to wrangle his clothes back on. He does get a clean pair of underwear, though, to Eduardo\u2019s relief. \u201cHe had you all of yesterday.\u201d<\/p>\n Slutty Mark rolls his eyes. \u201cJealous bitch,\u201d he mutters again, grabbing towards his laptop.<\/p>\n He stays naked, and the other stands up and looks at Eduardo expectantly. \u201cLet\u2019s go,\u201d he says, and Eduardo follows him out of the dorm, into the hallway and down the stairs.<\/p>\n Mark says, as they walk to the dining hall again, \u201cYou know you didn\u2019t bring me any food yesterday, right?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cShit,\u201d Eduardo says. \u201cSorry.\u201d<\/p>\n Mark rolls his eyes. \u201cI\u2019m just letting you know,\u201d he says. \u201cBefore you remember yourself and then feel all guilty about it.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cUm.\u201d Eduardo doesn\u2019t know what to do with this information. \u201cThanks.\u201d<\/p>\n Mark gives him another look, and they enter the dining hall together. \u201cHonestly, I don\u2019t know where the other one came from,\u201d he says. \u201cI didn\u2019t even know I was such a slutty person, even when it comes to you–\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI don\u2019t think that\u2019s the difference,\u201d says Eduardo, even though he knows how he\u2019s been referring to both Marks in his head. \u201cI think he\u2019s–you\u2019re the more shut off one, and he\u2019s the more open one. A more accurate version of who he is on the inside.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYeah, right,\u201d Mark scoffs. \u201cAnd I\u2019m, what, repressed and shallow?\u201d<\/p>\n Eduardo shrugs. They get their food, which doesn\u2019t take too long, and Eduardo says, \u201cYou\u2019re better at being who you want to be on the outside. And when you\u2019re together, you\u2019re that–\u201d He thinks for a moment. \u201cThat brutally honest, bored, and weirdly charming Mark.\u201d<\/p>\n Mark eyes him hesitantly. \u201cHe\u2019s the charm,\u201d he says, after a moment.<\/p>\n Eduardo shakes his head rapidly. \u201cYou\u2019re both the–the honesty is part of the charm,\u201d he says. \u201cAnd that\u2019s the–\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou like him better than me,\u201d Mark accuses.<\/p>\n \u201cI don\u2019t like either of you better than the other,\u201d Eduardo says, frustrated. \u201cWhich is why–I like the both of you,\u00a0equally<\/em>. I like you!\u201d he exclaims.<\/p>\n This confession isn\u2019t any of the ways he\u2019s expected it to go in his head, especially since there\u2019s another Mark not here, but in his dorm, coding, while this Mark just snorts and says, \u201cYeah, right, you fucked him first.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThat doesn\u2019t\u00a0mean<\/em>\u00a0anything,\u201d Eduardo insists, because it doesn\u2019t. \u201cYou weren\u2019t being receptive to anything I was saying, and he was–\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhich is why you like him so much.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI liked you\u00a0before<\/em>\u00a0all this happened,\u201d Eduardo says, getting increasingly annoyed. They\u2019ve sat down, and Mark\u2019s started on his food, but Eduardo needs to get this through this Mark\u2019s arrogant, insecure skull–that there\u2019s no fucking difference between either of them. \u201cIf you rejected me, or if you didn\u2019t, I don\u2019t–it wouldn\u2019t have stopped me from liking you.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cRight,\u201d Mark mutters, shoving his spoon in his yogurt.<\/p>\n Eduardo huffs, and they eat in silence for a while. Then Eduardo says, \u201cWhat would it take you to realize that I don\u2019t like either of you better than the other?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI don\u2019t fucking know,\u201d Mark grits out. \u201cIf the other one disappeared and you still wanted to stay with me?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI–that can\u2019t–\u201d Eduardo heaves a breath, closes his eyes, then sighs. \u201cLook,\u201d he says. \u201cWho I had sex with first doesn\u2019t matter–it\u2019s like you said, you\u2019re the same person. I still like\u00a0you<\/em>.\u201d He puts his spoon down. \u201cI like Mark Zuckerberg, whether it\u2019s you, or him, or–\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhatever,\u201d Mark says.<\/p>\n Eduardo sighs, but then asks Mark about CourseMatch, which Mark shuts down for too. Eduardo doesn\u2019t know if it\u2019s because he\u2019s still mad, or if this Mark just hates talking about anything if he\u2019s not being angry or superior about it. It\u2019s a dilemma, Eduardo finds, that feeds into the many facets of Mark\u2019s personality–that right now he can\u2019t be divided just as sexual and angry, or open or closed. There\u2019s just this part of Mark that\u2019s angry about everything, that can\u2019t do anything without feeling like he needs to be better–and the other, Eduardo reasons, the other doesn\u2019t care, as long as he\u2019s satisfied with what he\u2019s doing, passive enough in his own world that he doesn\u2019t need improval, just enjoyment.<\/p>\n Eduardo doesn\u2019t think he\u2019ll ever figure Mark out, and that\u2019s what\u2019s so exciting to be in love with him.<\/p>\n After lunch, Eduardo and this Mark go back to the dorm, in relative silence–and Eduardo admits to himself that he misses his own Mark, who\u2019s both awkward and arrogant, rambles to Eduardo about shit that Eduardo doesn\u2019t care about, but is still excited about it. Both of these Marks are silent in their own way for different reasons, so Eduardo\u2019s glad when they come back to Mark\u2019s dorm and the other Mark blinks expectantly at them from their bed.<\/p>\n Mark grumbles and pushes his way over to him, wrenching the laptop from the other\u2019s hands. \u201cForgot to get you lunch. Sorry,\u201d he says, without sounding apologetic at all.<\/p>\n The other Mark squints, then shrugs. \u201cI\u2019ll work on the desktop,\u201d he says in response.<\/p>\n Eduardo checks the time on his watch again–he has to go to class, but he hates feeling that one Mark thinks he doesn\u2019t like him, and the other–Eduardo doesn\u2019t know what he thinks. \u201cMark,\u201d he says, and they both bring their heads up. Eduardo says, \u201cUm, you,\u201d to the one that\u2019s sitting on the desktop. \u201cYou don\u2019t–You don\u2019t think that I like you more than the other Mark, do you?\u201d<\/p>\n This Mark says, \u201cDo you actually like\u00a0him<\/em>?\u201d He points at the other Mark who\u2019s on the bed–they\u2019ve switched positions, Eduardo realizes, and shakes his head quickly.<\/p>\n \u201cI–yeah, of course,\u201d he says to this Mark. \u201cYou\u2019re–I mean, you\u2019re the same person, how can I not like the both of you?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBut you can\u2019t like him,\u201d this Mark says, frowning. \u201cHe\u2019s–\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cFuck off,\u201d other Mark says.<\/p>\n This Mark ignores him. He stares at Eduardo, like he\u2019s seeing him for the first time, and says, \u201cDo you like him more than me, then?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI never said that I–\u201d Exasperated, Eduardo closes his eyes, presses his fingers against his eyelids. \u201cYou\u2019re the same person,\u201d he says, without opening his eyes, \u201cand I like the both of you.\u201d<\/p>\n When he opens his eyes again, he\u2019s met with both Mark\u2019s frowning at him, eyebrows furrowed on both of their faces. \u201cBut,\u201d this Mark says, \u201cyou know we\u2019re different.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThat doesn\u2019t mean anything to me,\u201d Eduardo says indignantly. \u201cI like every aspect of you. How is that hard for the both of you to get?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cEven\u00a0his<\/em>?\u201d this Mark says, and the other Mark squawks at him and throws a stray sock. This Mark is unfazed.<\/p>\n \u201cYes, of course,\u201d Eduardo says, checking the time again. \u201cAnd I have to go to class, but I don\u2019t know–you two need to talk this out, or something–\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019ve done enough talking for today,\u201d the other Mark says, returning to his laptop.<\/p>\n This Mark just watches Eduardo expectantly, like he thinks that the power of his gaze can get Eduardo to not leave, to skip class or something. And it could work, except Eduardo really does need to get to class, and he\u2019s been handling the both of them for so long that he just wants his own Mark back, and also, he should probably reassure Chris and Dustin that everything going on in this suite is okay.<\/p>\n He backs up and says, \u201cI need to–I\u2019m going to go to class.\u201d He turns on his heel and out of the room.<\/p>\n Chris and Dustin are in the living room, and Chris raises his eyebrows at him when Eduardo comes out. \u201cYou guys had really loud sex,\u201d Chris tells like. \u201cLike you were having an orgy in there.\u201d<\/p>\n Eduardo laughs apologetically and scratches the back of his head. \u201cYeah, um,\u201d he says, trying to think of the fastest excuse that he can. \u201cFirst time?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cMan, I\u2019m not even sure I was that loud during my first time,\u201d Dustin says.<\/p>\n Chris says, \u201cAs if you\u2019ve even gotten laid, man.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHey,\u201d Dustin says to him, and Eduardo makes himself laugh again.<\/p>\n \u201cYeah, well,\u201d he says to them. \u201cMark\u2019s kind of tired out, so just–don\u2019t go into his room, okay?\u201d<\/p>\n Chris covers his face with a hand and Dustin says, \u201cDude, TMI.\u201d<\/p>\n Eduardo realizes belatedly the implications of his words, and says, \u201cThat\u2019s not what I–never mind.\u201d He scrubs a hand over his face, and hopes that if both Marks end up arguing again, they don\u2019t argue\u00a0too\u00a0<\/em>loud and draw attention. He supposes it wouldn\u2019t be that bad if his roommates knew, but it\u2019ll still be more people to fuck with, and Eduardo doesn\u2019t want to deal with the headache of that.<\/p>\n \u201cJust don\u2019t go into his room, alright?\u201d he says.<\/p>\n \u201cOkay,\u201d Dustin says uncertainly. \u201cYou don\u2019t have him, like, tied up or something, do you?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cDustin<\/em>,\u201d Chris says.<\/p>\n Eduardo shakes his head and says, \u201cI\u2019m not that kind of–no. I\u2019m just.\u201d He looks at the time again, and realizes he hadn\u2019t even brought his briefcase to Mark\u2019s dorm, which he needs for class. \u201cI really need to get to class,\u201d he says to the both of them, before escaping, wondering how long he can go to his next couple of classes until he can come back and check up on Mark again.<\/p>\n *<\/p>\n It\u2019s not until the late afternoon, near evening, before Eduardo can make his way back into the Kirkland suite. He\u2019d gotten caught up in class, had to stay after to ask the professor something, and then had to meet with his group members for a project,\u00a0then<\/em>\u00a0had a business investor\u2019s club meeting that he completely forgot about. Eduardo usually doesn\u2019t forget about this stuff, so it had been a little embarrassing when he\u2019d arrived five minutes late, especially as the leader.<\/p>\n When he gets back to Mark\u2019s dorm, Dustin\u2019s sitting on the couch in the common room, playing Call of Duty and not raising his head as Eduardo enters. \u201cMark\u2019s been quiet all day,\u201d Dustin says. \u201cAnd I didn\u2019t look into his room, don\u2019t worry you freak.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThat\u2019s not what I–he\u2019s just taking a nap,\u201d Eduardo says helplessly.<\/p>\n Dustin ignores him and goes back to his video game.<\/p>\n But when Eduardo opens the door to Mark\u2019s room again, he\u2019s surprised to see that he\u2019s right–both Marks are curled up in bed, spooned up against each other, eyes closed. Eduardo can\u2019t tell the difference between the two of them right now, and he\u2019s grateful for it–he knows all the reasons why he likes Mark, and he\u2019s not sure if Mark knows too, but at least they\u2019re cuddling each other.<\/p>\n They\u2019re both also half naked and the room reeks of sex, probably not from earlier. Eduardo figures that they fucked it out again or something, and files that away for later. Along with what the rest of the past twenty-four hours has held.<\/p>\n Eduardo orders a pizza for them and then leaves it inside Mark\u2019s room, in case either or the both of them get hungry, so they can eat. He stays out in the common room and plays Call of Duty with Dustin, with the volume turned up loud enough so that Dustin wouldn\u2019t hear if they started talking again, but soft enough so it wouldn\u2019t wake them up.<\/p>\n Eduardo kind of wants to see them again, but figures that they need some time alone–that, and being with them again will probably lead to one of them wanting to have sex again, and Eduardo isn\u2019t fully satiated, but he doesn\u2019t have\u00a0that<\/em>\u00a0much stamina. He supposes it should surprise him more that Mark likes fucking his clone–but Eduardo figures, if he had a clone, he\u2019d want to have sex with himself too.<\/p>\n The evening goes on, and Chris comes and they skirt around the topic of Mark, because both Dustin and Chris turn red at the mention, and Dustin says, \u201cI don\u2019t think I can look Mark in the eye for the next week.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSeriously, man,\u201d Chris says to Eduardo. \u201cSo loud<\/em>.\u201d<\/p>\n That\u2019ll be the slutty one<\/em>, Eduardo thinks, and says to Chris bashfully, \u201cSorry.\u201d<\/p>\n He sleeps on the couch in the dorm, just in case Mark might want to talk to him. Dustin and Chris crash into their respect bedrooms, and Eduardo knocks out before midnight, exhausted from all the sex of today.<\/p>\n He\u2019s not sure what time it is when he wakes up, but it\u2019s to someone shaking his shoulder, and a voice going, \u201cWardo,\u201d gently. Eduardo shifts on his arms, muttering, \u201cHuh?\u201d as he forces himself awake to Mark\u2019s familiar voice.<\/p>\n Mark\u2019s looking down at him intently, and Eduardo blinks at him. He doesn\u2019t know why, but Mark looks\u2026 different. Maybe like there\u2019s a little bit of color to him, more specks in his blue eyes that Eduardo can barely see in the dim of the room, but Mark\u2019s mouth twitches and he pulls back.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m back,\u201d he tells Eduardo.<\/p>\n And that gets Eduardo to sit upright, adjusting his hair and looking around. \u201cYou\u2019re back?\u201d he says. \u201cThere\u2019s not any–the two of you?\u201d<\/p>\n Mark shakes his head, and frowns. \u201cI don\u2019t know why,\u201d he muses. \u201cMaybe it\u2019s because we switched again and I–he came inside me. Or maybe it\u2019s because–\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHold on, you\u2019re breaking my brain,\u201d Eduardo says, and Mark looks down at him, smirks. \u201cI–well, welcome back, first of all.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThanks,\u201d Mark says dryly. Then, more seriously, shoving his hands in his hoodie pockets. \u201cAnd thank you for, um–\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cDon\u2019t mention it,\u201d Eduardo says, even though he doesn\u2019t know what specifically Mark is referring to. All the sex? The weird self-assurance pep talk? Eduardo doesn\u2019t care, he\u2019ll take what he can get, especially by the way Mark pulls back and smiles at him, one of his rare ones that Eduardo\u2019s missed.<\/p>\n \u201cSo,\u201d Mark says casually, sitting next to Eduardo on the couch. \u201cWith all the sex we\u2019ve had, does that mean\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n He doesn\u2019t finish the question, and Eduardo waits for him. \u201cGo on,\u201d Eduardo says.<\/p>\n Mark elbows him. \u201cAsshole,\u201d he says, but he\u2019s still grinning. \u201cAre we–Did you want to be a thing? I still remember all the stuff you said to me–\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhich one?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBoth of them, really.\u201d Mark scrunches his face, like he\u2019s trying to separate them. \u201cWardo, you said you liked so much shit about me, I don\u2019t even think–\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI don\u2019t want to hear it,\u201d Eduardo says holding a hand up. \u201cIf you\u2019re going to be self-deprecating again–\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI wasn\u2019t being self-deprecating,\u201d Mark argues. \u201cYou\u2019ve met me, that\u2019s all I\u2019m saying.\u201d<\/p>\n Eduardo scoffs, but can\u2019t help a grin coming to his own face. He takes one of Mark\u2019s hands out of his hoodie pocket, places his own hand over it, and says, \u201cYes, we are–I would like for us to be a thing. A dating thing, specifically.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cA dating thing specifically,\u201d Mark repeats. His expression has returned to its blankness, but his mouth twitches anyway. \u201cOkay.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOkay?\u201d Eduardo says.<\/p>\n Mark leans in, kisses Eduardo lightly, soft on the lips in a way that makes Eduardo\u2019s chest flutter, not sure if he needs more because he knows he has all of Mark, every part of him. \u201cI would kiss you more, but I don\u2019t think Dustin and Chris would appreciate us having sex on the couch at four in the morning,\u201d Mark says, and Eduardo laughs.<\/p>\n \u201cWe should get to sleep,\u201d he tells Mark, and nudges him when Mark scoffs. \u201cBut there\u2019s always the morning.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cUgh, now I think I know where my slutty side comes from,\u201d Mark says, and Eduardo watches his hands twitch, amused. \u201cOkay, fine. Tomorrow morning.\u201d<\/p>\n Eduardo stands up from the couch and starts towards Mark\u2019s dorm–blissfully empty, except for the two of them. \u201cAnd as long as we\u2019re dating,\u201d he says, and hauls Mark down into his bed, snuggling him as Mark lets out half-hearted protests, glad that everything he loves about Mark is rolled back into one.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" There’s this Mark, and then there’s the other Mark. 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