Rent Fan Fiction ❯ A Mistake ❯ A Mistake Version 1 ( One-Shot )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: animeluvr8 
This is the clean version. Please visit Chapter 2 for the smut version.
Non Anime: Rent Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance / Angst | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 07.25.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 917 | Status: Completed
This is the clean version. Please visit Chapter 2 for the smut version.
Non Anime: Rent Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance / Angst | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 07.25.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 917 | Status: Completed
I got the idea for this fic after the scene on the roof where Mark and Roger were singing, just after Roger came back to town. It’s also based on the movie, not the stage production, because I have yet to see it. This is kinda dedicated to Kelly from Tech Crew. I hope you all enjoy!
Guide: italics and bold= Song lyrics from the Rent movie soundtrack,
italics= flashback
Disclaimer: I don’t own Rent, nor do I claim to. I'm just a seventeen year old girl with way too many friends that are into Theater, that have corrupted her poor little mind into liking musicals.
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Title: A Mistake
"It was a mistake Mark!" Roger whispered angrily.
"A mistake!?" Mark whispered just as angrily. The two were sitting in a hospital hallway, waiting for the doctor to come out. The others were in the cafeteria getting a bite to eat after the drama of Mimi's near death experience.
"We've talked about this before! It was a one time thing. It meant nothing."
"Nothing? Nothing. Well it meant something to me." Mark all but yelled. "I can't believe that you'd call wha..."
"Hey you guys, has the doctor come out yet?" Collins asked as he, Maureen, and Joanne walked up. Maureen’s hair was frizzed, Joanne's shirt covered in dirt and the bags under Tom's eyes, there ever since Angel left, were more pronounced then usual. It was safe to say that the group was tired and worn. The time was well past midnight and they had been in that hallway for over two hours.
"No," Roger said trying to ignore the odd looks his friends were giving him and Mark. "Not yet."
Maureen and Joanne shared a look before sitting down on the bench next to Roger. "Its ok," Maureen said hugging him, "she's gonna be fine."
"I know, but I'm still worried."
"That's understandable," Joanne said grabbing Maureen's hand. "But you just have to have faith. She loves you, she won’t leave you."
Mark turned on his heel at the lawyer's words and began to walk briskly down the hall. "Bathroom." He yelled over his shoulder as way of an explanation. Everyone else simply shrugged it off; he had been acting odd lately anyway. They all assumed it was the stress of looking for Mimi. Everyone that is, but Roger.
“Calm down Mark. Don’t let this get to you.” He said as he leaned heavily against his stall door.
“You’re not alone. I’m not alone. I’m not alone.”
“Welcome back.” Mark said as he and his best friend embraced.
“It’s good to be back.” Roger said hugging back. The two let go and began to walk to their apartment before starting to talk again.
“How was it out west?”
“Fine. All I could think about was home though.”
“Mimi?”
“Yeah. How is she?” Roger asked looking vulnerable.
“Good last I heard.” Mark said as they walked in the door. Roger threw down his bag and plopped on the couch. Mark watched. Like he always had.
“Is she still with Binny?” Roger asked putting emphasis on the name.
“Yeah.”
Silence filled the room as the two sat. Minutes seemed to pass like days. Now that the excitement of seeing each other again was over, memories of their last meeting came back.
“About before…” “Look Mark…”
“You go first.” “You go…”
A new layer of awkwardness was added to the silence.
“Look Mark. I’m sorry for what I said. I was out of line.” Roger apologized.
“No, no. You were right.” Mark said, looking out the dirt covered window. “I thought a lot about what you said…”
“Mark…” Roger said moving closer to his friend on the couch. Mark could smell the leather from his worn jacket as they sat.
“No, I did. I figured out why I am the way I am.”
“And…”
“I was afraid.” Mark said looking at his friend with the corner of his eye.
“Of?”
“I was always too afraid to try and get what I wanted.” Mark said, still staring out the window.
“What was that?” Roger asked.
“More like ‘who.’”
“Then who was that?”
“You.”
"I still can't believe I said that." Mark thought as he relived the night Roger came by. "I still can't believe was happened after either."
Roger sat in silence at the weight of what was said hung in the air. And before he could think of a reply, his best friends lips were on his.
At first he just sat there, Mark kissing him, then, without thought, his body responded, deepening the kiss and causing a moan from the man, now half on top of him. He wasnt sure why he was doing this. Perhaps it was a mixture of sexual frustration, exhaustion, and curiosity, but the musician didnt stop when a voice inside his head said to. Instead, he thrust his tongue inside the mans mouth, loving the taste of another human being; loving the taste of the forbidden.
(This is where the story breaks of into two. The clean and the smut version. Don't you wish that FF.net let us post NC-17 still? If you want that version, just say so in your review and leave your e-mail address. Or e-mail me.)
"It wasnt too long later that we found out about Mimi going missing. With that chaos, I never got a chance to tell him how I truly feel. And I never got to tell him what I found out."
A few days after "their night," as he called it, Mark crumpled up the official looking paper he had just been handed and threw it into the nearest waste paper basket.
"Well," he said a loud to himself as he walked out of the sterile building, "I always wanted to be like everyone else."
Mark sighed again after his finally reminance. "I better get back out there. They'll think something is wrong, if I dont."
The film maker took one more deep, calming breath before opening his stall door and walking swiftly from the restroom. As he walked past doctors, nurses and patients, Mark began to calm down enough to be, for the 1st time, truly happy that Mimi was back. She was a good friend, and a good person. She didnt deserve to be hated just because of his feelings. And with that thought fresh in his mind, Mark arrived at his friends just in time to see them talking to the doctor.
"Shes going to be fine. She's gonna need some rest for now, and of course rehibilitation for the habit, but shes going to make it."
"Can we see her?" Roger asked anxiously.
"Yes, her room is down the hall. Third door on the left. But dont be rowdy or loud." The doctor warned trying to ensure his patient's health.
"Of course." Joanne said to the man. "Thank you."
The friends walked quickly to the room and greeted their recovering friend. It was there in that room, as he watched the tender, loving way Roger and Mimi greeted each other and observed the intense commitment in Roger's eyes that Mark realized he didnt have a chance. He would simply have to live with the memory of the wonderful night they shared and the one thing he was given that night. That "gift" as one could call it, is one that Mark would take with him to his grave.
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A YEAR LATER
As the group of friends stood over the grave of another fallen commrad, Roger couldn't help but flinch as he read the obituary.
"... casue of death, AIDs."
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This ended sadder then I intended. (tears up) But whats done is done. I hope you all liked it. I think its a bit confusing, but hopefully, you all get it. Please review. And remember, if you want the other version, just ask for it in your review or e-mail me.
ttyl and slash filled dreams for all,
---animeluvr8
Guide: italics and bold= Song lyrics from the Rent movie soundtrack,
italics= flashback
Disclaimer: I don’t own Rent, nor do I claim to. I'm just a seventeen year old girl with way too many friends that are into Theater, that have corrupted her poor little mind into liking musicals.
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Title: A Mistake
"It was a mistake Mark!" Roger whispered angrily.
"A mistake!?" Mark whispered just as angrily. The two were sitting in a hospital hallway, waiting for the doctor to come out. The others were in the cafeteria getting a bite to eat after the drama of Mimi's near death experience.
"We've talked about this before! It was a one time thing. It meant nothing."
"Nothing? Nothing. Well it meant something to me." Mark all but yelled. "I can't believe that you'd call wha..."
"Hey you guys, has the doctor come out yet?" Collins asked as he, Maureen, and Joanne walked up. Maureen’s hair was frizzed, Joanne's shirt covered in dirt and the bags under Tom's eyes, there ever since Angel left, were more pronounced then usual. It was safe to say that the group was tired and worn. The time was well past midnight and they had been in that hallway for over two hours.
"No," Roger said trying to ignore the odd looks his friends were giving him and Mark. "Not yet."
Maureen and Joanne shared a look before sitting down on the bench next to Roger. "Its ok," Maureen said hugging him, "she's gonna be fine."
"I know, but I'm still worried."
"That's understandable," Joanne said grabbing Maureen's hand. "But you just have to have faith. She loves you, she won’t leave you."
Mark turned on his heel at the lawyer's words and began to walk briskly down the hall. "Bathroom." He yelled over his shoulder as way of an explanation. Everyone else simply shrugged it off; he had been acting odd lately anyway. They all assumed it was the stress of looking for Mimi. Everyone that is, but Roger.
“Calm down Mark. Don’t let this get to you.” He said as he leaned heavily against his stall door.
“You’re not alone. I’m not alone. I’m not alone.”
“Welcome back.” Mark said as he and his best friend embraced.
“It’s good to be back.” Roger said hugging back. The two let go and began to walk to their apartment before starting to talk again.
“How was it out west?”
“Fine. All I could think about was home though.”
“Mimi?”
“Yeah. How is she?” Roger asked looking vulnerable.
“Good last I heard.” Mark said as they walked in the door. Roger threw down his bag and plopped on the couch. Mark watched. Like he always had.
“Is she still with Binny?” Roger asked putting emphasis on the name.
“Yeah.”
Silence filled the room as the two sat. Minutes seemed to pass like days. Now that the excitement of seeing each other again was over, memories of their last meeting came back.
“About before…” “Look Mark…”
“You go first.” “You go…”
A new layer of awkwardness was added to the silence.
“Look Mark. I’m sorry for what I said. I was out of line.” Roger apologized.
“No, no. You were right.” Mark said, looking out the dirt covered window. “I thought a lot about what you said…”
“Mark…” Roger said moving closer to his friend on the couch. Mark could smell the leather from his worn jacket as they sat.
“No, I did. I figured out why I am the way I am.”
“And…”
“I was afraid.” Mark said looking at his friend with the corner of his eye.
“Of?”
“I was always too afraid to try and get what I wanted.” Mark said, still staring out the window.
“What was that?” Roger asked.
“More like ‘who.’”
“Then who was that?”
“You.”
"I still can't believe I said that." Mark thought as he relived the night Roger came by. "I still can't believe was happened after either."
Roger sat in silence at the weight of what was said hung in the air. And before he could think of a reply, his best friends lips were on his.
At first he just sat there, Mark kissing him, then, without thought, his body responded, deepening the kiss and causing a moan from the man, now half on top of him. He wasnt sure why he was doing this. Perhaps it was a mixture of sexual frustration, exhaustion, and curiosity, but the musician didnt stop when a voice inside his head said to. Instead, he thrust his tongue inside the mans mouth, loving the taste of another human being; loving the taste of the forbidden.
(This is where the story breaks of into two. The clean and the smut version. Don't you wish that FF.net let us post NC-17 still? If you want that version, just say so in your review and leave your e-mail address. Or e-mail me.)
"It wasnt too long later that we found out about Mimi going missing. With that chaos, I never got a chance to tell him how I truly feel. And I never got to tell him what I found out."
A few days after "their night," as he called it, Mark crumpled up the official looking paper he had just been handed and threw it into the nearest waste paper basket.
"Well," he said a loud to himself as he walked out of the sterile building, "I always wanted to be like everyone else."
Mark sighed again after his finally reminance. "I better get back out there. They'll think something is wrong, if I dont."
The film maker took one more deep, calming breath before opening his stall door and walking swiftly from the restroom. As he walked past doctors, nurses and patients, Mark began to calm down enough to be, for the 1st time, truly happy that Mimi was back. She was a good friend, and a good person. She didnt deserve to be hated just because of his feelings. And with that thought fresh in his mind, Mark arrived at his friends just in time to see them talking to the doctor.
"Shes going to be fine. She's gonna need some rest for now, and of course rehibilitation for the habit, but shes going to make it."
"Can we see her?" Roger asked anxiously.
"Yes, her room is down the hall. Third door on the left. But dont be rowdy or loud." The doctor warned trying to ensure his patient's health.
"Of course." Joanne said to the man. "Thank you."
The friends walked quickly to the room and greeted their recovering friend. It was there in that room, as he watched the tender, loving way Roger and Mimi greeted each other and observed the intense commitment in Roger's eyes that Mark realized he didnt have a chance. He would simply have to live with the memory of the wonderful night they shared and the one thing he was given that night. That "gift" as one could call it, is one that Mark would take with him to his grave.
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A YEAR LATER
As the group of friends stood over the grave of another fallen commrad, Roger couldn't help but flinch as he read the obituary.
"... casue of death, AIDs."
----------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------
This ended sadder then I intended. (tears up) But whats done is done. I hope you all liked it. I think its a bit confusing, but hopefully, you all get it. Please review. And remember, if you want the other version, just ask for it in your review or e-mail me.
ttyl and slash filled dreams for all,
---animeluvr8