Simon couldn’t deny that he was jealous. He was jealous of Markus’s and North’s relationship. It wasn’t fair. She gets to have Markus all to herself when all Simon wants to do is kiss him, and touch him, and love him. The PL600 cringes whenever he sees Markus and North kiss. 

“I’ll be back later.” North smiled and kissed Markus’s cheek. She walked away, her footsteps receding until they couldn’t be heard anymore. Markus was done. He was done pretending. He was done pretending to like someone he didn’t. But he didn’t want to break North’s heart. The deviant leader slumped against the couch and sighed, his head reeling with pain, error messages popping up on his optics. WARNING: 40%  STRESS LEVEL 

Markus was vaguely aware of the person sitting down next to him. “Markus, are you alright?” Simon asked. Simon. He’s the one Markus has been wanting for the longest time. All he wants to do is touch him. Love him. Kiss him. Whenever the android is near the blonde his thirium pump beats faster. Whenever he paints, he paints Simon. No matter what he’s thinking about, he always ends up painting him. 

Whenever him and North are being intimate he thinks about Simon. He thinks about Simon being under him. He thinks about Simon begging him for more. He’s not trying to be disrespectful to North but he couldn’t help it. Simon was perfect in every way. “Markus?” Simon shook his shoulder. “Huh?” Markus looked at him. “Yeah, I’m fine,” Markus begun. He so badly wanted to tell Simon how he felt. But he wasn’t going to. He would let it all live in his head.