Let me be...

Your kryptonite

"Hi, Bryce?" The red-haired man says doubtfully after entering the store.

Bryce, a tall, blond man looks from the shelf in front of him and places his eyes on the male by the glass doors.

"Hey" He greets with a warm smile, "You must be Mark. Luke has told me about you." He explains after a giggle.

"Yeah, nice to meet you." Mark clears his throat. "So... About the job, I-"

"Oh, would you like to start today?  I have a ton of games to unbox." Bryce offers with fake annoyance.

The blinding light his actions make, causes Mark to feel curious about the youngest. It's like nothing in the world could ever make him sad or angry.

"Er-Sure." The shorter finally answers with a soft clap, motioning that he's ready.

This causes Bryce to give a small laugh again. "Alright! Since I'm as strong as a noodle, could you please bring some of the boxes from the cellar in the back, please?"

With a simple nod, Mark does as told.

It isn't too long for Bryce to start jamming some music and humming to the lyrics while rocking his hips.

This makes the older smile, joining him unintentionally.

They finish in time and then, Bryce teaches Mark all the basics.

He hasn't even finished when his smile fades and his voice break a little.

He is still happy; you can see it in his eyes. It's just that he feels nervous every time a certain customer enters the building.

Mark looks at the man with brown hair that's just looking at the games by the farthest aisle. He rises an eyebrow with curiosity, taking his time to analyze the customer's features.

He’s handsome, there's no way to deny that. Mark wonders, nonetheless, if that's the reason why his companion has changed his mood.

"Who is he?" The American asks in a whisper, not wanting to deal with the constant questions popping up in his head.

Bryce flinches, looking for something to hide the blush on his cheeks but failing in the process, giving an answer without even opening his mouth to speak.

"Hey, Bryce!" Someone says in the distance. "Is there anything new?" They say, their deep voice going higher by the end of the sentence.

"No, Ohm. I've already told you that if you want something new you should come every month, not every day." The blond responds with a bashful laugh.

The stranger –for Mark– walks from behind an aisle to the front desk, his smirk still noticeable after seeing the red-haired man.

"Who is your new friend, Brycey?"

Hazel eyes meet a pair of brown as they shake hands. "Mark Terell."

"Ryan Haner, but you can call me Ohm."

"Nice to meet you, Ohm." Mark says without questioning the unique nickname.

"Nice to meet you too!" He says happily, starting to bug the American a little with the amount of joy shown by the two people he has met today. "So, Bryce, you were saying there's nothing new?"

"I mean, we just got the most recent "Just dance", but I don't think is your type of game."

Ohm frowns his eyebrows. "I'll have to show you my dance moves then."

Mark rolls his eyes before deciding to let them alone for a while. As he exits the store, he spots a woman in the distance holding a small pile of papers. He has seen her before, a lot of times. The first one, by a mall. The most recent one, outside a hotel.

Now she is trying to convert the people who cross the street, creating curiosity in Mark.

Why would someone waste their time on something as lame as that?

His phone going off interrupts his thoughts.

A smile appears on his face as a rush of excitement goes up his spine.

The feeling vanishes as fast as it had appeared though, in the moment he joins the two men inside the building.

After seeing the light in their eyes while talking, he knows he has fallen again.

Without saying a word, he leaves the place.

Dark is supposed to meet his angel tonight again and he can't let Mark get in his mind.

This is exactly why he has been trying to avoid eye contact with his only client; that Irish is Mark's kryptonite.

Everything he could ever ask for, physically, in a human, lies in front of him almost every night, just waiting for him to use him, to toy with him.

While other's male weak spot is in their butts, Mark's is in his eyes.

And Corey isn't that different.

Although he had rarely ever thought about the perfect person for him to be a man, he knows for sure that Dark matches some of the expectations he didn't even know existed.

The green haired man wasn't supposed to call him until Wednesday at least, but Monday has built the enough amount of stress in his life to force him to send the text.

Now he's just waiting patiently, trying to hide the anxiety and failing as his fingers won't stop tapping his knee in a quick pace, following the rhythm of his heartbeat.

He hates how weak he is; not knowing that his weakness is the reason why he's got Dark's attention.

Eventually, the person he has been waiting for arrives, replacing all the doubts that had been wandering in his mind with nothing but bliss.

The collision of their lips calms them down somehow, as their hands explore each other body, noticing something more about it every time.

Corey has almost invisible freckles on his back and Mark counts them. Dark, nonetheless, stops him, closing his eyes and biting his companion's shoulder harshly, gaining nothing but loud moans in exchange.

It's gotten harder for Dark to control Mark ever since the first time he spent the whole night in the hotel.

Dark always leaves after the job is done. That night though, he decided differently. He stayed. And that meant something he needs to avoid.

He lets his lusty darkness take over his body, inducing his angel to groan and bite back, clinging his nails to his skin, burying himself in the sin he promises every day to stop.

"D-Dark..." The green haired man moans with no intention. His face goes red immediately, not believing what has just spilled from his mouth.

The American pulls out from him, sitting up on the mattress while catching his breath.

Corey tries to hide his embarrassment in the sheets beneath his naked body, but he's surprised by the other man's hand, which turns him around.

Their eyes meet for the first time in weeks and they show exactly the same thing they did when they first saw each other.

Mark takes Corey's face between his hands, placing his thumb on his lower lip before closing the small space between them.

Dark tries his best to stop it, but there's no force on Earth that can pull them apart other than themselves.

But he won't give up.

He can't let Mark's heart break again.