A 'Mark's Addicted to Heroin' Story, because there aren't enough already.

Uh, I've seen this done, but never how I want it done, so I'm doing it. Not really sure where it's going, so input would be greatly appreciated. I'm not sure if this is going to be slash or not. Except for a sidebar in a different story, I've never written slash, so we'll see. But I am pretty sure that, though I love Mimi to pieces, she won't be in this story. But she might…I lied, I don't really know…

Prologue: Every Time We Lie Awake...I Pass Out Again

"You said it feels good I said I'll give it a try
Then my mind went dark"

-Lover I Don't Have to Love, Bright Eyes

"I told you, I'm not shy," if asked, Roger would freely admit that he was preening himself for his friend, watching Mark as he watched him.

"Oh that's sick," Mark was entrapped in a web of repulsion tempered with awe and reverence, his eyes never leaving Roger's. "You can actually do that with someone watching?"

"How do you think I do it with April?" Roger gave a grin that would've made the devil proud. Staring intently at the younger man, he slowly pushed the needle into his vein silently daring Mark to look away. He didn't even inject all of it, but it was enough. Roger placed the needle on the table, an unspoken invitation to Mark. Languidly, he closed his fast dilating eyes and leaned back against the couch as waves of warmth passed over him.

Before Roger completely passed out, he thought he saw Mark look longingly at the needle. Shaking his head, he laughed a little. The thought of Mark shooting up was absurd. No, little Mark, safe Mark, dependable Mark, just was not the type.

MRMRMRMRMR

The needle was on the table, taunting Mark. He knew it was wrong, he knew it was bad. He knew that he had to be responsible, because no one in the loft was going to be. Collins was out smoking marijuana and diving into philosophical discussions, April was probably off fucking someone so she could steal their heroin as they slept. Maureen…was being Maureen. Cheating on him, while trying to maintain the façade that she was the loving, devoted girlfriend. And Roger, Roger was having what looked like an intense, yet silent orgasm. None of them were thinking about how they'd just lost Benny, or that they were all unemployed. No, they would all leave it to Mark to somehow magically fix their problems. It had always been Mark's role, but suddenly, he was fucking sick of it.

Maybe it was all because of Roger and April. One minute Roger was a rising star; he imbibed on some marijuana now and then, but nothing more serious than that. And then fucking April had shown up, with her fire engine red hair and her sweet heroin filled promises. After only one month of dating, Roger had become a full-blown addict. And the worst thing was, he seemed happier. For once, Mark wanted to know what it was like to be that happy and not worry every waking moment.

The needle still laid there, a tangible ultimatum waiting to be answered.

Just this once…

No one has to know…

There's not even that much left…

Mark's hand reached out towards the needle…

You'll regret this…

His absentee conscious finally decided to show up, a bit too late unfortunately.

It's better to regret what you've done rather than what you haven't…Mark reasoned.

And without another thought, Mark plunged the needle into his arm.