Author's Notes: Yeah, yeah, throw rocks at me I deserve it. But now I'm inspired. I don't own RENT or the song if you haven't figured that out go back to China.


Gatsby in a Scarf:

Chapter 7: Unfaithful


Story of my life
Searching for the right
But it keeps avoiding me
Sorrow in my soul
Cause it seems that wrong

Really loves my company Mark sat looking out from the fire escape. "I'll be waiting in the wings." Roger's voice haunted him during the day and his nights were stalked by dreams of Roger hot, sweating, moaning or worse Mark moaning his name as he watched Roger give him pleasure. After Roger had kissed him Mark, Roger had stood and gotten Mark more tea. They sat there each wrapped in their own thoughts. Nothing more had been said about the incident. But if was rare when it was far from Mark's mind.


He's more than a man
And this is more than love
The reason that the sky is blue
But clouds are rolling in
Because I'm gone again
And to him I just can't be true

Sean sat at one end of the couch as Mark sat at the other. There had been less touching, less kissing, less sex for some reason. Sean didn't understand, they had once been happy and then literally over night it seemed to be gone. Mark had come down from Roger's loft and sat on the couch the opposite end from Sean. When Sean moved to cuddle up to Mark, he had gotten up muttering about film he needed to edit for class. It had steadily gotten worse since then. Mark rarely was over at Sean's and when Sean was over at Mark's, Mark wanted to be any place but there. Had something happen that day? Sean didn't want to believe that Mark would do that but the more Sean thought about it the more he knew not knowing was driving him insane.


And I know that he knows I'm unfaithful
And it kills him inside
To know that I am happy with some other guy
I can see him dying

Mark knew Sean was starting to get suspicious. He couldn't help it. Every time Sean touched him, Mark compared it to Roger. Every kiss, every moan, everything, Roger did better. It didn't matter to Mark that he and Roger had never done anything other then kiss. The fact was there was a kiss. Mark had to be honest with him, he wanted more. He wanted to know what more of Roger's kisses would taste like. What would Roger's kisses taste like on a daily basis? And what about special times, like after sex or after a concert? Would those be firey kisses all tongue and heat and hunger? Or would they be searching like the first one. Shy and sweet but still strong enough to heat Mark's blood.


I don't wanna do this anymore
I don't wanna be the reason why
Everytime I walk out the door
I see him die a little more inside
I don't wanna hurt him anymore
I don't wanna take away his life
I don't wanna be...
A murderer

Mark couldn't stand it anymore, the sad looks Sean would give him when he'd move away from Sean or the hurt in Sean's eyes as Mark made a lame excuse to not go out with him. If only Sean would get mad, get angry with Mark. Anything had to be better then this, Mark could see it was killing Sean to watch Mark as he pushed Sean farther and farther away with out knowing the exactly reason.


I feel it in the air
As I'm doing my hair
Preparing for another date
A kiss up on my cheek
He's here reluctantly
As if I'm gonna be out late
I say I won't be long
Just hanging with the girls
A lie I didn't have to tell
Because we both know
Where I'm about to go
And we know it very well

Mark stood staring at himself in the mirror. His blue jean hugged his ass and his black tank showed his tight abs. Mark mused his hair slightly and then grinned. He was going to be Babylon tonight with Roger. Would tonight be the night? Would Mark and Roger cross that line they had been trailing so close to for the last few weeks? Part of Mark was excited the shear anticipation of it all excited him but part of him hated himself for what he was doing to Sean. What Maureen had done to him.

"Where are you going?" Mark's head jerked up to the sad, small voice that had become Sean's. "Baby…" Mark started. "Are you going out?" Sean asked. "Yeah the Boho Boys are getting together a Babylon tonight." Mark answered. "Oh and that means guys night right?" Sean asked. "Yeah." Mark smiled apologetically at Sean. "Oh, okay. Roger gonna be there?" Sean asked looking into Mark's eyes threw his reflection. Mark couldn't hold the stare. "Uh, yeah, he's one of the Boho Boys." Mark said pretending to be looking for something. "Okay have fun baby. Do you mind if I stick around?" Sean asked. "Course not; you know you're welcome here." Mark answered. Sean nodded and headed towards the living room.


Cause I know that he knows I'm unfaithful
And it kills him inside
To know that I am happy with some other guy
I can see him dying

Mark head Sean head out the window to the fire escape presumably to smoke. Mark finished getting ready and walked out to the living room. He was bombarded with the smell of chicken and pasta. There was a video rental bag on the coffee table. Mark stopped and looked at the set up. Sean had obviously been playing to spend time with Mark. Mark debated on staying when there was a knock on the door. Mark walked over to it and opened it to green eyes, leather pants, and a voice as smooth as Southern Comfort Whiskey. "You ready Marky?" Roger asked. "Yeah, let me say good-bye to Sean." Mark said making his mind up in that moment. He walked to the fire escape. Opening the door he went to Sean. Sean glanced in the loft to see Roger. Mark kissed Sean saying his good-bye and telling Sean he wouldn't be too late tonight. Sean mutely nodded and watched Mark walk in and away with Roger.


I don't wanna do this anymore
I don't wanna be the reason why
Everytime I walk out the door
I see him die a little more inside
I don't wanna hurt him anymore
I don't wanna take away his life
I don't wanna be...
A murderer

Mark could feel Roger pressed against him. His hands on Mark's waist his hot, wet, breathe on Mark's neck. The beat of Babylon heightening Mark's senses. But something tugged at his mind. Sean, the nice dinner he had brought, the video he had rented, was it just a nice thought. Something a sweet boyfriend would do? There was something.

"You're a million miles away." Roger whispered in Mark's ear. "Sean." Mark said simply. "Leaving him there making you feel bad?" Roger asked. Roger never wanted to put Mark in an awkward place. But he wasn't going to hide the fact that he was in love with Mark anymore. "There's something… I don't know." Mark thought. "Well you've been with him for what 9 months." Roger said. "Oh shit! A year." Mark stopped his dancing. "What?" Roger asked surprised by his best friend's actions. "It's our anniversary." Mark said running towards their table. "That's why he was there, that's the dinner and a movie. How could I forget?" Mark cried grabbing his keys. Mark turned to Roger, "Roger… I'm…" Mark started. "Hush, I know, I understand, I'm still waiting, now go home." Roger said kissing Mark's cheek.


Our Love, his trust
I might as well take a gun and put it to his head
Get it over with
I don't wanna do this
Anymore (anymore)

"You're pathetic." Sean said as he stood in the bathroom staring at his reflection. "No wonder he's fucking the Rock and Roll Sex God Roger Davis. I wouldn't fuck you. Look how you've let yourself go. You're fat." Sean said pinching his side on his small thin physique. "You're weak; you didn't tell Davis to go fuck someone else when you figured out what was going on. If you were Mark you wouldn't go anywhere near yourself. You think cause you had an amazing boyfriend that you could just let yourself go. Besides, no gay man wants to date a closet case. After all, if you're not strong enough to stand up for the fact you like giving and taking it up the ass then you don't deserve Mark. At least Roger admits he's gay/bi whatever the fuck he is. It doesn't matter. What matters is the fact that he's fucking your boyfriend."


And I know that he knows I'm unfaithful
And it kills him inside
To know that I am happy with some other guy
I can see him dying

Mark stopped by Life to grab their cheesecake, Sean's favorite. Across the street he saw a man selling roses. Checking his wallet Mark ran across the street to the vendor and bought all his roses. It cost twice what is would've cost him at the florist but Mark didn't care. How could he be so cruel? No matter what there was no excuse for Mark forgetting his and Sean's anniversary. He carried the cheesecake in one hand and the roses in his other as he made his way to his loft.


I don't wanna do this anymore
I don't wanna be the reason why
Everytime I walk out the door
I see him die a little more inside
I don't wanna hurt him anymore
I don't wanna take away his life
I don't wanna be...
A murderer

Mark entered the loft. It was dark, the only light coming from the moonlight. Which for Mark made sense, a year ago if Sean had forgotten this anniversary and went out with his friends he would've went to bed too hoping to forget the day ever happened. Mark quietly sat the items in his hands down and made is way to the blacked out bedroom. Opening the door he could see Sean's silhouette lying on the bed. He stealthily crossed his bedroom at knelt on the floor next to the bed. Sean looked so beautiful asleep Mark had to admit. "Sean." Mark whispered, "Sean." Mark leaned over pressing his hands into the bed kissing Sean's check. Something pooled around Mark left hand. It was then he noticed that his pants were becoming wet where he knelled. Turning on the bed light to see Mark was aghast at the blood on his hand. Sean's blood, from the cuts on Sean's wrist.


Author's Notes: Worth the wait?