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[PART NINE] & Some News
Okay, I'm a little new at this so sorry if I mess this up first go. Because it's been 5 months since the last round even though we haven't been busy. I figured I might as well earn my keep and try to get this place alive again...




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Hi, right now everyone is working on some changes so hold on new things are coming. In an effort to kick this place back into action, we're doing round 9. In a few days, we'll be setting up a fills post that hopefully will work directly for archiving and an overflow post. Also we'll be doing a friending meme at tsn_km_gather so be looking out for that. I know some of the other mods have plans of their own which will be coming soon.

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i know you guys are enjoying this meme and i appreciate that but please can you put the SUBJECT HEADER on your prompt. you would REALLY be helping me out if you could do that. it just saves time for me when i'm trying to tag everything in delicious.



AND PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE DO NOT repost prompts from parts three, four, five, six, seven, or eight. the delicious is around for people to find prompts they may not have already seen. We know there's been some issues but we're working on it with pinboard. No duplicates from this round either. THANK YOU.

eduardo/mark au

Chris makes Mark hire a maid for his house & of course the maid is Eduardo. Chris can't help but point out that maids don't typically buy/cook your food & basically tuck you into bed.

FILL 1a/?

Mark wakes up to the smell of bacon, which doesn't seem particularly extraordinary if taken out of context. But taking into account that Mark has not woken up to that particular smell since he was in high school, it's a bit odd. At first he thinks that maybe it's the remnants of a dream. He has dreamed about bacon before; his subconscious seems to yearn for cooked food.

But as he rubs the sleep from his eyes and sits up in bed, it becomes clear that he is in fact awake, and there are sounds coming from the kitchen down the hall, which should be empty if he's not in it.

There's that one time that he had woken up to Dustin inside his house, particularly to Dustin's face a few inches from his, which had been vaguely horrifying for a number of reasons. But that had happened because he had forgotten his key at the offices in an episode of sleep deprivation. That was a very isolated incident; he has not made the same mistake again since.

He tries to remember whether or not he locked his doors last night, and he thinks he's able to remember it fairly clearly.

So there's someone in his house. He can't imagine why a burglar would be cooking bacon instead of burglarizing, especially since he knows for a fact that there was no bacon inside his refrigerator. The burglar would have had to bring their own. And no one does that, right?

Mark swings his feet over the side of the bed and stands, ignoring the chill of being in only a t-shirt and boxer shorts after the warmth of his down comforter. He hears the distant pop of the toaster and hesitates.

Maybe a serial killer exists somewhere in the world who ritualizes their killings by making their victims' final meals. Maybe that serial killer is in his kitchen. Maybe Mark is minutes away from being murdered in his own home.

It could happen.

But on the other hand, that smell is making his mouth water and his stomach is actually complaining a little bit. At least he'll get a decent meal in before he dies. That should make Chris happy, who is always pestering him to eat.

Still groggy, Mark manages to snatch his cell phone off of the end table, just in case he does need to call the cops, before he shuffles out into the hallway. The light from the kitchen shines at the end of it, and he hears a light clatter of kitchen utensils. (He can't get specific here, since he's only used about two of them since moving in. He didn't even buy them in the first place. That's what assistants are for.)

He makes his way to the kitchen, hears the sizzle of oil as he draws closer, and finds himself squinting at the back of a tall, unrecognizable figure with, quite frankly, ridiculous hair. Who is indeed making bacon in Mark's kitchen. He's wearing an apron and everything. And humming something disturbingly cheerful under his breath, which makes the serial killer theory a little more likely.

"Hi," Mark says.

Apron-wearing-serial-killer starts and turns quickly, a long fingered hand settling over his heart. "Jesus! I didn't hear you come up behind me."

Right. Because Mark is the sneaky one in this situation.

Apron-wearing-serial-killer grins. His smile does not look particularly sinister, but it is unnaturally wide and bright.

Mark figures he better get right to it. He clears his throat and says perfunctorily, "What are you doing in my house?"

Apron-wearing-serial-killer has the gall to look nonplussed. "I'm doing my job?" He holds up the tongs in his right hand as if for emphasis.

"Which is?" Mark runs a hand over his face. His voice still sounds hoarse with sleep. He's missed something here, hasn't he?

Apron-wearing-serial-killer hesitates, seems to reconsider things. "Your assistant did tell you I was starting today, right? I thought... We've been doing the whole background check, non-disclosure agreement, debriefing thing for a couple of weeks now."

Mark thinks about this. Somewhere in the last 48 hours, which have been spent in a soupy haze of code and red bull, he concedes that his assistant may have had a conversation with him.

Suddenly it comes to him. "You're the maid."

Another ridiculous smile. "I prefer housekeeper."

"I think that's also a feminine term. Maybe you mean housecleaner."

"I'm eschewing gender norms here. I prefer housekeeper."

FILL 1b/?

Mark isn't sure what to say to this, so he stands there, acutely aware that he's still in his boxers.

"Or just Eduardo." Eduardo looks vaguely amused, and Mark doesn't have the energy to be bothered by this. "I was going to clean out the refrigerator, but there wasn't actually anything in it. So I got you some groceries. I got the impression from your assistant and the... state of things that you don't really eat. So," Eduardo gestures at the stove top in an exaggerated fashion.

"Ok," Mark says after a moment. He's not sure if this is expressly what maids (he's not saying housekeeper) do, but he's somewhat delirious with the smells filling up his ordinarily unused kitchen. He can't be blamed for being won over. But there is one thing that's bothering him, now that he thinks about it. "How did you get in?"

"You had a key made?" There's that concerned look again, like Eduardo is afraid he's overstepped. "Or your assistant did, I guess. I really thought you were involved in these decisions, I apologize," and even with the apology Eduardo sort of looks like he's laughing at Mark. Not in an unkind way, but in the way that adults look when they say things like 'those kids today.' Slightly condescending and fond. Mark narrows his eyes.

"I'm CEO, I don't have time to hire maids."

"I'm getting that, yeah." Eduardo takes a plate from one of the cupboards, seems to know exactly where everything is, and fills it with food. Mark stares down at it, slightly agog, when it's pushed gently into his hands, along with a fork. There is a mountain of scrambled eggs, four strips of bacon that are perfectly crisp, and a slice of lightly browned, buttered toast. And even a fresh orange, for god's sake, perfectly peeled and arranged in a disgustingly cheerful arch. A hand on his back propels him towards the dining room, which is usually used as more of a workspace. His laptop is siting on the table, and Mark sets the plate down next to it. He turns to watch Eduardo duck back into the kitchen.

"How much am I paying you?" Mark says after a moment. He hears a breathy laugh.

"Enough." So, a lot, then. "Coffee's almost done."

Mark sits, and eyes the plate suspiciously. He looks at the cell phone still in his hand and selects the speed dial for his assistant.

When Amy picks up she doesn't bother to say hello. They've mutually agreed not to waste each other's time in these sorts of ways. "You forgot that the housekeeper was starting today, didn't you?"

"Of course not," Mark says automatically.


"He cooks. Did you hire a maid or a nanny?" Mark demands, sending the untouched breakfast another sidelong glance.

"Is there a difference in your case?" She ignores Mark's scoff. "Cook-housekeepers are very common these days among the rich and famous. He got groceries, I take it?"

Edited at 2012-02-25 05:59 am (UTC)

FILL 1c/?


"Good. Be polite. He's got great references and he has the cleanest background of any applicant."

"It's always the clean ones that end up murdering people in their sleep," Mark says halfheartedly.

"He's not going to murder you in your sleep. And if does he'll be very thorough about removing the blood stains afterward."

"That's comforting," he mutters. Suddenly it occurs to him that it's very bright outside. "What time is it?"

Amy sighs, put upon. "Almost noon. I'm guessing you passed out sometime this morning?"

Mark makes a noncommittal, slightly mutinous noise and then says, "He said you 'debriefed' him. I'd like to point out that I'm not a missile."

"That's debatable."

"You know, I can find another assistant." He really should.

"Right." Does she really have to sound so smug about it? "Eat something before you leave, yeah?"

Mark hangs up without another word, just to make his irritation plain, though he knows that she won't care. Eduardo appears next to him with a mug of coffee and a glass of water.

"You should hydrate." At this, Mark squints up him. Eduardo just quirks his mouth in what looks like suppressed laughter. "I've stocked up on red bull, I was told that's important, but you really should have something healthier. You have a juicer, you know."

"I have a juicer."

"Yes," Eduardo confirms, giving an exaggerated nod of his head. Everything Eduardo does is exaggerated, it seems like. Eduardo is like an exaggerated version of a human being. When he turns to go back to the kitchen it's less of a turn and more of a pirouette. Mark watches him go, still skeptical about his ridiculous hair and lanky frame and - everything. And he's still wearing the stupid apron, which is blue, and Mark wonders if that color choice was on purpose.

Mark opens his computer and between lines of code, eats his breakfast. On principle, however, he does not drink the water.

Re: FILL 1c/?

On principle, however, he does not drink the water.

fyi, i already love everything about this. :)

Re: FILL 1c/?

aw cuteeee.

Re: FILL 1c/? - (Anonymous), 2012-02-24 09:01 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: FILL 1c/? - summer_c0329, 2012-02-24 11:39 pm (UTC)(Expand)
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Re: FILL 1c/? - anyssia, 2012-02-26 06:45 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: FILL 1c/? - xbriyeon, 2012-02-26 01:58 am (UTC)(Expand)

FILL 2a/?

A few hours later, Mark finds himself in his office, looking down at a perfectly constructed tuna and lettuce sandwich, which is cut into neat triangles and arranged in a plastic container alongside a pickle. Wheat bread has never looked so smug.

"What is that?" Dustin has let himself into Mark's office uninvited, probably after seeing him having a staring contest with his lunch through the glass walls.

"What does it look like?" Mark retorts sourly, not looking up. He's slouched in his ergonomic desk chair, hands gripping the armrests and no doubt looking very confrontational indeed. Not that Dustin has any regard for that sort of thing. Not that anyone around here does anymore. Except for maybe the very newest interns. Somewhere in between watching people like Dustin and Amy undermine his authority and seeing Chris try to mother him to death, they tend to lose their reverential fear and respect.

He's CEO, goddammit. Sometimes he thinks he should send out regular company memos that say just that. But somehow he suspects it wouldn't have the desired effect.

"It looks like a packed lunch. Are you sleeping with Martha Stewart?" Dustin leans down to prop his elbows on Mark's desk and put himself in Mark's personal space. He frames his face in his hands, batting his eyes in what is probably supposed to be girlish curiosity.

Mark is starting to think he's just an unwilling magnet for hyperbolic human beings.

"Are you stupid." Mark intentionally does not let his tone indicate that this is a question.

"Well you obviously didn't make it yourself," Dustin says, smiling obnoxiously, like he thinks he knows something.

"I could have."

"Did you?"

Mark transfers his stare from the offensive looking sandwich to Dustin's offensive looking face, and says nothing.

"You didn't!" Dustin shoves a triumphant finger in Mark's face, which Mark slaps away automatically. Dustin cradles it with a wounded look, but bounces back quickly. "Somebody else made that sandwich. Somebody else made that sandwich for you and you actually intend to eat it."

"Not necessarily."

"You've been eye-fucking it for close to ten minutes."

"That's really disturbing."

"There's nothing disturbing about your love for Martha Stewart, Marky, if you're sweet on her then you should go for it," Dustin says gleefully. "Or maybe Martha's a Martin. I'm not judging. This is a judgment free zone."

"I'm not fucking Martha Stewart," Mark snaps, raising his voice in frustration.

"Um." Amy has just opened the door to Mark's office, a manila folder clutched in one hand, and is looking at the two of them with a small amount of trepidation. Dustin perks up (even more, if that were possible) beside Mark, as sickeningly obvious as always. "Should I come back later?"

FILL 2b/? - alienbruv, 2012-02-25 11:22 pm (UTC)(Expand)
FILL 2c/? - alienbruv, 2012-02-25 11:30 pm (UTC)(Expand)
FILL 2d/? - alienbruv, 2012-02-25 11:34 pm (UTC)(Expand)
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Re: FILL 2d/? - alienbruv, 2012-02-26 03:09 am (UTC)(Expand)
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OP - reject36, 2012-02-27 10:54 am (UTC)(Expand)

FILL 3a/?

Over the course of the next few days, Mark learns several things about Eduardo

Eduardo is twenty two and works as a housekeeper in order to put himself through business school. He would rather be studying meteorology, but would have settled for economics. Mark isn't sure where exactly Eduardo goes to school, it might have been mentioned at some point, but he can't remember. Eduardo talks a lot. Or at least he talks a lot compared to the walls of Mark's previously silent home.

Eduardo never mentions family, although in Mark's experience it's a common choice when people want to start insipid conversations. Not that Mark is complaining. He'd prefer to avoid conversation all together. It's bad enough that Eduardo is interested in weather, of all things.

He learns that Eduardo smiles far too much. Even more so than he originally thought.

He learns that Eduardo makes really, disgustingly good pancakes, even if they are multi-grain hippie pancakes. Mark refuses to compliment him or comment on this in any way, other than to shovel more pancakes into his mouth. It's Eduardo's job to make him pancakes, he shouldn't have to make a big deal out of it.

Well, he's not sure it's explicitly Eduardo's job to make him pancakes; he doesn't have time to look at any of the things Eduardo probably signed. As Mark has mentioned previously, he's CEO.

Mark learns all of these things and more, little bits of trivial and largely pointless data, because whenever Mark and Eduardo are in the same room, Eduardo will talk. Uninvited and automatic, as if Mark were a sociable human being and making small talk with him were an acceptable act.

Mark isn't sure why he lets it happen.

On the first Friday since Eduardo has started working, Mark learns that Eduardo works six day weeks.

"You take weekends off, then?" he asks Mark, glancing at him curiously as he puts a new carton of milk in the refrigerator. Mark has never gone through groceries this quickly in the past. Is he going to get fat? Is that something he's going to have to worry about now?

"What?" Mark stops typing, and looks up.

"I said do you take weekends off work?"

"Of course not."

"You're planning to go into the office in your underwear?" There's a teasing smile on Eduardo's face that is already too familiar.

Mark, sitting in the dining room, looks down at his boxers; he tries not to think about the fact that they've been washed and handled and folded by another grown man. "I have before." A bark of laughter from the kitchen; Eduardo has ducked out of sight for a moment, but his noises make him very identifiable and locatable. "It makes Chris happy if I work from home sometimes. He thinks it's somehow more restful, even though I'm doing exactly what I would be doing at the office."

"Except I'm here."


"Except I'm here now," Eduardo repeats, grin lopsided and his hands making floppy, meaningless gestures. "If you're at home then I'm close at hand to take your pulse and administer nutrients." He returns to the other side of the kitchen, out of sight, and there are noises that indicate he's doing something kitchen-y.

Mark blinks. "Do you have a nursing degree?"

"Not that I'm aware of?"

"Then you probably shouldn't be administering anything."

FILL 3b/? - alienbruv, 2012-02-28 01:42 am (UTC)(Expand)
FILL 3c/? - alienbruv, 2012-02-28 01:45 am (UTC)(Expand)
FILL 3d/? - alienbruv, 2012-02-28 01:46 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: FILL 3d/? - xbriyeon, 2012-02-28 02:26 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: FILL 3d/? - (Anonymous), 2012-02-28 07:16 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: FILL 3d/? - meisterdieb, 2012-02-28 01:47 pm (UTC)(Expand)
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Re: FILL 3d/? - xiaodengzijd, 2012-02-28 02:51 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: FILL 3d/? - jasmasson, 2012-02-28 06:21 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: FILL 3d/? - anyssia, 2012-02-29 08:48 am (UTC)(Expand)

FILL 4a/?

A/N: Now accepting (read: begging for) title suggestions. Because I am a lazy, lazy writer. Also, thank you for all of the comments so far! You guys are so awesome.

Mark isn't sure how it happened, but Eduardo is on the phone with Chris.

"Yeah... Uh-huh." Eduardo putters around the kitchen, expression very business-like. He glances through the doorway at Mark and says, "Eating waffles."

Mark glowers and stabs a waffle with his fork, biting off a mouthful ferociously. It's difficult to be grumpy when he feels so pleasantly rested and there's a plate full of the world's most perfect waffles in front of him, but he's giving it his best shot.

"Okay, thanks." Eduardo looks bemused as he hangs up and flips Mark's cellphone shut.

"So?" Mark asks with his mouth full, and it doesn't come out as sharply as he would've liked. He hopes his face makes up for it, still scowling, but bed head probably doesn't look very threatening. "What did mother have to say?"

"Mr. Hughes says that you're going to take a Saturday off for once in your life."

"Mr. Hughes is an idiot. And he's not the boss of me." In fact, it's quite the opposite.

Eduardo sits heavily in one of the dining room chairs and rests his chin in the palm of one hand. There are vague circles around his eyes that make Mark feel a little twinge of—something. How can Eduardo be working six days a week and going to school? Who does that?

"He's not your boss either," Mark points out.

"No. You are. And if you die I don't get paid." The wry twist of Eduardo's mouth gentles his words, and he nudges Mark with his foot, obviously trying to get rid of the sour expression on Mark's face. It kind of works, but he valiantly tries not to smile.

"People don't die of sleep deprivation. And it's not like I've never worked through the night before." At this Eduardo makes a noise halfway between a sigh and a groan and covers his face, so Mark tries again. "I would've passed out on my keyboard eventually."

This at least gets a soft laugh. "A day without Facebook won't kill you either."

Mark pointedly does not say anything.

"It won't," Eduardo insists, and looks at Mark with what can only be described as affection.

"I can't believe you're already Chris's minion."

"I belong to no man," Eduardo deadpans, and ignores Mark's squawk of protest when he steals a bit of waffle off of Mark's plate.

Mark tries not to stare as Eduardo sucks syrup and berries off of his fingers. He is mostly successful, and Eduardo doesn't seem to notice anyways.

"He and Dustin are coming by later. He said I should stick around."

Mark blanches. "What?"

"They're bringing booze and movies, apparently."

"You should be running."

"They can't be that bad," Eduardo laughs. "They're your friends."

"There must be some rule that says maids can't fraternize like this," Mark tries desperately.

"I wouldn't know, since I'm a housekeeper." Eduardo is still laughing at him, and that's really unacceptable. Eduardo should recognize the seriousness of the situation. The situation being that Dustin and Eduardo are going to be in the same room, and Dustin is going to be saying all manner of horrifying things that will probably justify sexual harassment charges.

Edited at 2012-03-01 05:07 pm (UTC)

Re: FILL 4a/? - anyssia, 2012-03-01 01:17 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: FILL 4a/? - xbriyeon, 2012-03-01 01:29 pm (UTC)(Expand)
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FILL 4b/? - alienbruv, 2012-03-02 02:02 am (UTC)(Expand)
FILL 4c/? - alienbruv, 2012-03-02 02:05 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: FILL 4c/? - sleepy_mornings, 2012-03-02 04:14 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: FILL 4c/? - xbriyeon, 2012-03-02 04:32 am (UTC)(Expand)
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Re: FILL 4c/? - julesmind, 2012-03-10 12:31 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: FILL 4c/? - (Anonymous), 2012-03-12 07:01 am (UTC)(Expand)

FILL 5a/?

Chris and Eduardo go to the kitchen, and Mark can hear the clinking of glass and the low murmurs of their voices. He squashes the urge to go in there and find out what they're talking about. Is it paranoid and self-centered that he's afraid they're talking about him?

Dustin turns back to him, and that frightening, pseudo-knowing (Dustin doesn't know anything) smile is still plastered stupidly across his face.

Mark does his best to ignore him, turning his frown back to his laptop and pressed idly at the keys.


He hunches his shoulders and scowls. Maybe if he doesn't respond Dustin will become distracted by something else. Sometimes that works.

"Mark." Dustin crouches down beside the couch and thumps obnoxiously at Mark's arm. "Mark Mark Mark Mark Ma--"


"You know what."

"I really don't. And I don't think you do, either." Mark jabs at the Enter key viciously, and does not think about ankle-touching or inappropriate waffle-eating.

"This is just like that movie with Jennifer Lopez," Dustin squeals.

"Get out of my house."

Dustin pats Mark's shoulder, looking unreasonably self satisfied. "I'll stop. But I'm going to be very, very smug at your wedding."

Mark looks at him and says seriously, "I'm worried about your neurons."

Leaning in like he's about to divulge something important, Dustin whispers, "Be worried about Chris. They're all alone in the kitchen, he could be trying to steal your man."

Mark rolls his eyes and shoves a hand in Dustin's face. "Mouth breather," he mutters, and then he calls loudly, "Wardo!"

"Wardo?" Dustin goes from rubbing his face indignantly to looking positively gleeful. "Wardo?!"

After a few moments, Eduardo sticks his head around the doorway. He looks vaguely concerned, but when he gets a better look at the two of them the expression eases. The little smile that appears on his face gives Mark the frustrating urge to smile back, but he very firmly maintains his scowl.

"What is it?" Eduardo asks.

"I want a screwdriver."

Before Eduardo can answer, Chris yells from the kitchen, "He's not your housekeeper right now, he's a guest."

"Jeez, Mark," Dustin says teasingly, and pokes Mark in the side.

Mark says nothing, and watches as Eduardo grins, the corners of his eyes crinkling pleasantly. He crosses the room with his usual big, lanky steps and plucks the computer out of Mark's hands. He hits cmd-s and closes the lid, setting the machine carefully on the coffee table, and then tugs at Mark's wrist. "Come on, then."

Mark gets up and follows him to the kitchen with a minimal amount of grumbling. "Put a movie on," he throws over his shoulder at Dustin. "And don't break anything this time."

"Yes sweetums!"

FILL 5b/? - alienbruv, 2012-03-12 07:41 pm (UTC)(Expand)
FILL 5c/? - alienbruv, 2012-03-12 07:42 pm (UTC)(Expand)
FILL 5d/? - alienbruv, 2012-03-12 08:12 pm (UTC)(Expand)
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Re: FILL 5d/? - (Anonymous), 2012-03-14 12:24 pm (UTC)(Expand)
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OP - reject36, 2012-03-15 09:41 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: OP - alienbruv, 2012-03-17 09:00 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: FILL 5d/? - julesmind, 2012-03-15 06:23 pm (UTC)(Expand)

FILL 6a/?

"Do you guys do this often?" Eduardo looks unfairly healthy in fluorescent lighting. While the rest of them are a bit pale and unflattering, he doesn't seem a bit hung over, and he's shoveling disgusting looking hash browns into his mouth unapologetically.

"Which part?" Mark mumbles into his mug of black coffee.

"All the parts? Watching Disney movies while drunk? Sleeping on the floor and then... Denny's?" Eduardo gestures around them somewhat wonderingly, as if he's never been.

"It's not Narnia," Mark mutters, and is ignored.

"DreamWorks, not Disney," Dustin corrects with his mouth full, waving his fork at Eduardo matter of factly. He ends up getting flecks of whip cream all over the table, because he had the eye of his pancake on that fork. (Dustin always asks for his pancakes to have a face. Because he is a sick, sick human being. Or possibly just five years old.) "This may surprise you, my wide eyed Floridian friend, but we're not the most frequent club goers."

"Workaholics, in case you haven't noticed." Mark tries not to feel good about the small smile that wins him. Eduardo literally smiles at everyone.

"And we're nerds," Chris contributes sedately.

"We rock the occasional Halo tournament, but," Dustin shrugs.

"Brazilian, not Floridian," is all Eduardo says.

Mark squints at him. "What?"

"Brazilian," he repeats. "I was born in Brazil."

There is a beat of silence, in which Chris looks bemused, Mark squints some more, and Dustin puts two and two together.

"You mean," he says in a hushed voice, "you're actually South American?"

"Yes?" Eduardo answers cautiously, and chews on a mouthful of eggs looking very nonplussed.

"Called it!"

"Don't start," Mark says darkly.

"I totally called it!" Dustin crows again. "Coconuts!'

"Coconuts aren't exclusively Brazilian," Chris points out, but he looks mildly entertained by the whole exchange.

"Chili powder!" Dustin actually punches a victorious fist in the air.

"We're leaving now," Mark says decisively, because he is not letting this discussion go any further.

"At least eat your toast," Eduardo says. He seems to have resigned himself to the fact that he does not understand the direction this conversation has taken.

Mark looks down at his toast, considering. "I'll go pay." He gets up and ignores the mournful look on Eduardo's face, because he's not going to starve, and people who are not Mark have to get used to not always getting the things that they want. Maybe if it hadn't been wheat toast things would have been different.

FILL 6b/? - alienbruv, 2012-03-17 08:22 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: FILL 6a/? - (Anonymous), 2012-03-17 08:24 pm (UTC)(Expand)
FILL 6c/? - alienbruv, 2012-03-17 08:25 pm (UTC)(Expand)
FILL 6d/? - alienbruv, 2012-03-17 08:28 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: FILL 6d/? - (Anonymous), 2012-03-17 08:55 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: FILL 6d/? - (Anonymous), 2012-03-17 09:08 pm (UTC)(Expand)
(no subject) - xbriyeon, 2012-03-17 09:29 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: FILL 6d/? - skyearth85, 2012-03-18 06:07 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: FILL 6d/? - (Anonymous), 2012-03-18 08:31 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: FILL 6d/? - julesmind, 2012-03-18 06:56 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: FILL 6d/? - (Anonymous), 2012-03-19 12:36 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: FILL 6d/? - lnotation, 2012-03-19 01:01 am (UTC)(Expand)

FILL 7a/?

That night when Eduardo leaves, Mark hears him opening the front door and calls out for him to wait. He finds him in the entryway, hand still on the doorknob and face inquisitive.


"I just want to make sure," Mark starts, then chews on his bottom lip for a second. "You are gay, right?"

Eduardo bursts out laughing. Mark watches him get himself under control before he nods emphatically and dabs at his eyes. "Yes. Very much so."

"Ok," Mark says, putting his hands in his pockets with what he hopes looks like nonchalance rather than awkwardness. "Cool."

"Cool," Eduardo repeats at him, smirking a little.

"Be quiet," Mark mumbles, and steps forward to yank him down for a more enthusiastic kiss than the previous two.

Eduardo leaves eventually, but only after Mark's taken the opportunity to shove him against the door and get better acquainted with his tongue.

He takes a peculiar amount of satisfaction in how breathless Eduardo sounds when he says goodbye.


The next morning, Mark smells pancakes when he wakes, so he's feeling pretty good about the general state of things.

For a moment he lays in bed, considering how this morning might be different. Things have changed, right? Sucking face usually changes things.

Maybe he should make some grand, seductive gesture. Not that he's really sure what a Grand Seductive Gesture would look like; it's probably a bad idea to go out naked or something, right? Especially since Eduardo is technically working right now.

Presenting his naked body for Eduardo's perusal would definitely be inappropriate at this point in time. Scratch that idea.

Nothing else really comes to mind, so it's just going to have to be business as usual. He uses some Listerine in the master bathroom before he goes to the kitchen, though. Just to be safe.

Except when he pads down the hallway and peers into the kitchen, Eduardo isn't alone.

"Mark, my man!" Sean spreads his arms out in welcome, like he's expecting a hug. He's sitting on the counter with a shiteating grin on his face, cheeks full of Mark's pancakes. There's a halfeaten plate of them on the counter next to him.

"Sean," Mark says faintly, a bit dazed by the sudden appearance. It's too early for this and Sean is like a backwards genie, showing up when Mark least wants him around. "When did you get back?"

"Last night," Sean says, and hops off of the counter to forcibly retrieve a hug, since Mark isn't looking particularly generous. He keeps it brief, but ruffles Mark's hair a little mockingly, so Mark bats him away. "I was gonna take you out for breakfast; I didn't realize you had a full time chef around now."

Mark tries not to be bothered by the absurd wink Sean sends Eduardo's way, and is mostly successful. He looks at Eduardo, who smiles tightly at them and turns wordlessly back towards the stove.

He looks back at Sean, who is at arm's length now, and takes him in. There's color in his cheeks (the healthy kind) and his eyes only look a little bloodshot, which could be attributed to jet lag. He's wearing what are probably designer jeans and a white tee under a slick blazer, and he smells a little like an airport and a little like soap and expensive cologne. He looks good. And he's awake at a fairly decent hour, which is usually a good sign.

FILL 7b/? - alienbruv, 2012-03-19 08:41 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: FILL 7b/? - (Anonymous), 2012-03-19 09:20 pm (UTC)(Expand)
FILL 7c/? - alienbruv, 2012-03-19 08:42 pm (UTC)(Expand)
FILL 7d/? - alienbruv, 2012-03-19 08:46 pm (UTC)(Expand)
(no subject) - nowadventuring, 2012-03-19 09:14 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: FILL 7d/? - distantemotivo, 2012-03-19 09:33 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: FILL 7d/? - (Anonymous), 2012-03-19 09:51 pm (UTC)(Expand)
(no subject) - xbriyeon, 2012-03-20 01:19 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: FILL 7d/? - (Anonymous), 2012-03-20 03:03 am (UTC)(Expand)
op - reject36, 2012-03-22 10:25 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: FILL 7d/? - (Anonymous), 2012-03-25 01:47 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: FILL 7d/? - (Anonymous), 2012-03-29 01:13 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: FILL 7d/? - (Anonymous), 2012-03-29 08:59 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: FILL 7a/? - (Anonymous), 2012-03-25 01:51 am (UTC)(Expand)

FILL 8a/?

a/n: Sorry for the wait!

Sean pries Mark away from the offices just after two, barely managing to convince him to leave his laptop. He carts him off to some trendy bistro with white walls and obnoxious pop art. The chairs are uncomfortable and bright green, but the food is forgivably good.

Mark picks at a roast beef sandwich, having torn off the odd garnish of parsley and carrot in the shape of what he's pretty sure was a lotus (seriously, who came up with that shit) and listens to Sean chatter about this or that venture.

The tangent winds down eventually, as Mark knew it would, and Sean looks across the table at him appraisingly.

"Amy didn't look happy to see you," Mark stalls.

"We haven't been a thing for ages, she's mostly over it," Sean says dismissively. "Tell me about Eduardo."

"Were you guys even a thing at all?" Mark is fairly certain they weren't; Amy's smart, she has better taste than that.

"Casual sex is a thing."

"Not really."

"Uh, yeah it is." Sean narrows his eyes. "You can't avoid talking about loverboy forever."

Mark picks up his glass of water and takes a measured sip. As he sets it down again he says mildly, "Don't call him that. And there's nothing to talk about."

"There's obviously something to talk about," Sean wheedles, mouth curving in a sly smirk.

"Not with you."

"If you don't tell me something, I'll crash your special breakfast time again. Repeatedly. I will interrupt your cow-eye-making as often as needed."

"Cow-eye-making." Mark squints at him.

"You were making cow eyes," Sean says firmly. "And you know what?" He spreads his hands, as if in surrender. "I want you to be able to do that as much as you want. I'm thrilled for you."

Mark feels a flush creep up his neck, and tries to interrupt, "Sean-"

Sean shushes him gently, and actually reaches out to pat Mark's hand. His eyes are sparkling with amusement at Mark's discomfort. "Let me finish. I'm thrilled you've found an exotic lover who enjoys making you pancakes and, shall we say... cleaning your floors."

"I hate you," Mark intones.

Sean ignores the scowl on Mark's face and continues, "But Eduardo's practically a stranger, you know? And I just want to know a little more about him. I'm your best friend, right?"

Sean waits expectantly, smile beatific, so Mark says tersely, "For now."

"Right," Sean says, as if he'd been met with resounding agreement. "So as your best friend, it's my duty to look out for you. Help me help you, man."

Mark decides not to point out the fact that he is generally the responsible one in this relationship, the one who cleans up messes and knows when to go home. Instead he sighs, glares at the table, and bites out, "He's in business school. He's Brazilian. Amy found him. We haven't even... done anything yet, so can you just drop it?"

Picking up his coffee and taking a long sip, Sean looks thoughtful. "Brazilian, huh?" There's a teasing edge to his voice.

"You're worse than Dustin." Mark leans back in his chair and resigns himself to the fact that everyone in his life is crazy.

FILL 8b/? - alienbruv, 2012-04-01 12:02 am (UTC)(Expand)
FILL 8c/? - alienbruv, 2012-04-01 12:03 am (UTC)(Expand)
FILL 8d/? - alienbruv, 2012-04-01 12:06 am (UTC)(Expand)
FILL 8e/? - alienbruv, 2012-04-01 12:08 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: FILL 8e/? - skyearth85, 2012-04-01 05:55 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: FILL 8e/? - xbriyeon, 2012-04-01 06:39 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: FILL 8e/? - (Anonymous), 2012-04-01 11:55 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: FILL 8e/? - hold_onhope, 2012-04-02 06:44 pm (UTC)(Expand)

FILL 9a/?

What starts as slow, heated touches quickly turns into something more urgent. Suddenly Mark's t-shirt is rucked up far enough that Eduardo can run a hand over Mark's chest, his other arm cradled around Mark's head, fingers pressing against his jaw to change the angle of their kiss. When his palm brushes over a nipple Mark exhales sharply and breaks away from Eduardo's mouth, startled by how good it feels.

Mark abruptly feels like his skin is on fire. He shudders when Eduardo smiles against his lips and thumbs Mark's nipple again, harder, apparently pleased by his reaction.

"Are you sensitive there?" he asks, voice low and rough and punctuated with a heavy breath. His grin is ridiculous, and the slight flush on his cheeks and the mussed state of his hair is impossibly attractive.

"Not usually," Mark mutters, and licks into Eduardo's mouth, curling his tongue around the backs of his teeth. He tries to feel annoyed about how hard it is to kiss Eduardo when he's smiling, but instead he's just smiling too.

And then it occurs to Mark that the man that he (miraculously) has in his bed at this moment is ridiculously good looking and wearing far too many clothes. So he decides to fix this, and tugs at Eduardo's shirt insistently, shoving himself up on an elbow so that he can make Eduardo sit up too. They kick the sheets and blankets away, and share a breath of laughter. A strange giddiness, like a sweet vibration, is buzzing under Mark's skin.

He watches Eduardo grabs the hem of his own shirt and pull it up and over his head, vaguely stunned by the sudden expanse of bare skin. He half expects this to be a really vivid wet dream.

Eduardo doesn't give him much time to think about it, because he's helping Mark out of his shirt, too. Then he leans back down to press Mark into the mattress and connect their mouths in a wet, hard kiss.

Mark likes the kissing, and he even likes being on his back like this, likes the weight of Eduardo over his entire body and Eduardo's leg fitting between his, hinting at pressure but not quite there yet. What he really likes, though, is Eduardo's skin against his own, hot and smooth, and being able to run his hands all the way from his shoulders to the small of his back.

Mark squirms a little, testing the friction of their skin and the frame of Eduardo's arms on either side of his head.

Eduardo makes a soft sound, kiss slowing like he's distracted by the movement of Mark's body beneath his, and Mark takes this as an invitation to arch up and attach his mouth to Eduardo's neck, sucking sharply. Eduardo lets him, breath harsh in Marks ear, and noses at his hair.

When Mark gets his lips and his teeth around a collarbone, Eduardo groans, drawn out. Mark feels one of Eduardo's arms go under him and around his middle, tight, pulling Mark's body flush against his.

Their hips connect in a slightly clumsy slide, and suddenly Mark is dizzy and frantically trying to press up and find more pressure against Eduardo's thigh. He smothers an embarrassing whimper against the skin of Eduardo's neck, and for a moment he's unsure what to do with his hands, sliding them first over Eduardo's upper arms and then through his hair, pulling without aim. Then he decides that the best place for them is over Eduardo's ass, gripping and pushing their hips together in stuttering motions.

He can feel Eduardo's cock through the thin fabric of their pants, already impossibly hard, and Eduardo's breath against the side of his face. He squeezes Eduardo's ass and digs his fingers in and hears a low, fervent, "Fuck."

Mark would concur, be he's having a hard time with words. He rocks upwards and opens his mouth, but all that comes out is a whine, which seems to spur Eduardo on, his grip on Mark vice-like and his movements growing a little frantic.

"Wardo," Mark manages to say, voice breaking on the last sound.

FILL 9b/? - alienbruv, 2012-04-12 06:05 pm (UTC)(Expand)
FILL 9c/? - alienbruv, 2012-04-12 06:07 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: FILL 9c/? - meisterdieb, 2012-04-12 06:32 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: FILL 9c/? - (Anonymous), 2012-04-12 06:53 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: FILL 9c/? - xbriyeon, 2012-04-12 10:07 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: FILL 9c/? - luannab, 2012-04-13 11:29 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: FILL 9c/? - (Anonymous), 2012-04-14 11:24 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: FILL 9c/? - hold_onhope, 2012-04-15 01:45 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: FILL 9c/? - serenatechair, 2012-04-16 10:27 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: FILL 9c/? - (Anonymous), 2012-04-19 12:46 am (UTC)(Expand)
OP - reject36, 2012-04-20 04:46 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: FILL 9c/? - aubergineautumn, 2012-04-23 02:12 am (UTC)(Expand)

Morning Song 10a/?

a/n: Technically I am not finished with this update, because I am the worst. But I desperately want to post something. I'm working on more. And I have a tentative title.

Mark's stomach starts to growl sometime later, and it wakes Eduardo from his dozing state.

Mark looks down at him when he stirs, watching the way his nose wrinkles and the way he sighs out a long breath. Mark's fingers are still curled in Eduardo's hair, feeling the fine strands absently while he responds to messages and checks up on things.

The bedroom has grown lighter, the sun fully up now, and Eduardo squints when he blinks open his eyes, pulling his face back from where it's pressed against Mark's hip.

"Let's go have breakfast," Eduardo says fuzzily, reaching up for Mark's hand where it's still buried in his hair, so that he can tangle their fingers together. His voice sounds warm, thick with sleep and the satisfaction of what they did earlier. Mark finds it unreasonably attractive.

"Let's stay here." There's a surely edge to his voice, but he squeezes Eduardo's hand gently. Eduardo traces imaginary shapes on the backs of their hands and smiles to himself. He looks a little flushed with the heat of their bodies, still pressed together, and his hair is a pleasant mess.

"We can go back to bed later," he says somewhat coyly, which is pretty convincing.

All the same, Mark spends a couple of minutes trying to convince Eduardo to just go back to sleep. It almost works, too, especially when he leans down to trade a few sleepy kisses. But Eduardo shakes his head, lifts Mark's computer off of his lap, kisses him drowsily, and then tugs him out of bed.

He leads Mark down the hall by the hand, ignoring his halfhearted grumbles.

"I thought I said you're not working. No cooking," Mark says when Eduardo pads across the kitchen floor and opens up a cupboard so that he can pull out a mixing bowl.

"You're going to help me, so it doesn't count. Get the eggs." He points to the fridge, drawing his shoulders back in an affectation of imperiousness.

Mark snorts, but does as he says, and then leans against the counter so that he can watch Eduardo deftly crack open eggs.

When Eduardo is whisking in salt and pepper and basil, Mark gets bored and sidles up to him, sliding his arms around his waist and standing on his toes so that he can rest his chin on his shoulder.

He considers complaining about Eduardo's ridiculous height, but when he opens his mouth to say something rude, he yawns into the side of Eduardo's face instead.

"Nice morning breath," Eduardo says, biting his lip to suppress a smile.

Mark contemplates his profile, eyes lingering on Eduardo's mouth. "Thanks." He leans in to nibble on the corner of Eduardo's bottom lip, and whines when Eduardo huffs out a laugh and nudges him away.

"Let me finish."

"It's taking too long."

"It's not even in the pan yet. Omelets are quick, I promise."

Mark leans back in, brushes his lips against Eduardo's ear and says lowly, "I promised to suck you off."

The strangled sound that Eduardo makes puts a smirk on Mark's face, but he frowns again when Eduardo detaches Mark's arms from around his hips.

"After breakfast." Eduardo trains his eyes firmly on the stove as he pours the eggs into a pan, his movements a little hurried.

Mark shrugs, figuring he can work with that.

They eat standing up, their plates on the island in the center of the kitchen, and Mark realizes that he's actually pretty hungry. He wolfs down his omelet with gusto, ignoring the smug look Eduardo shoots him.

Morning Song 10b/? - alienbruv, 2012-05-09 12:49 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: Morning Song 10b/? - (Anonymous), 2012-05-09 01:14 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: Morning Song 10b/? - xbriyeon, 2012-05-09 01:39 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: Morning Song 10b/? - summer_c0329, 2012-05-09 02:06 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: Morning Song 10b/? - leladancer18, 2012-05-09 12:13 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: Morning Song 10b/? - luannab, 2012-05-10 11:10 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: Morning Song 10b/? - (Anonymous), 2012-05-24 12:07 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: Morning Song 10b/? - (Anonymous), 2012-07-11 08:04 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: Morning Song 10b/? - sakurita, 2012-09-15 01:15 am (UTC)(Expand)