Hey guys- so this is a story that was continued from New Hate and Love. If you want to read the first part, click here:

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Hope you guys like this, I worked really hard!


Kirk's P.O.V.

I cried as I ran in the pounding rain, both of the rushing liquids hurting me.

Why? Why?! I thought as I ran, not knowing where my feet were taking me, not knowing whether they led me to safety or to more hurt. I looked up at the sky briefly, trying to find the normally comforting, shining stars looking down from their aloof positions.

Not one watched me. Not one cared.

My mind flew unbidden to find sanctuary in a memory... a delightful memory...


Kirk's Memory

It was the first day of school. My family had just moved to Florida since a neighbor saw my father abusing me and had threatened to call the police.

She acted as if what he was doing to me was the worst thing she had ever seen... and he had just started, too...

I shook my head, trying to get away from the terrible thoughts and back into the memories.

I had gone to his classes, listened well, took notes... Until that class. Until I saw him.

His chocolate brown curls, those long deft fingers that curled around that pencil so deliciously... that tanned and toned body, not muscled but lean... that mysterious mask. It looked like a poker face, with two dots for eyes and a straight line for a mouth. I loved it. It covered most of his face except for a small sliver of the side, from which he saw the ends of a pair of the most kissable lips he had ever seen.

I didn't think I could fall for him any harder.

Then, of course, the teacher had called on the mysterious boy. He had raised his arm, the arm that would fit so perfectly around me, to shift his mask and open his mouth and replied in the most sensuous, flowing voice that I had ever heard; "The answer is the square root of 625."

With that simple sentence, heat rushed into my body, especially that place down there... I felt my heart hurt as I stared at him, the beautiful boy called Cry.


Kirk's P.O.V.

Kirk looked up as he arrived at the footsteps of a familiar looking house.
Oh, right. Cry's house, he thought numbly, as he raised his hand and rapped on the doorbell. He waited for a bit, staring down at the floor which was covered with a mat that said "Welcome!" with a smily face underneath it.
The door opened and Cry's masked face stared out at him.
"Kirk?" he said, confused, his voice a smooth river that wound around and relaxed me.

I looked up at Cry and smiled tremblingly, asking, "Do you think I could stay at your house for a bit? My parents are out of town and I got locked out of the house." The lie came to me easily, as I had to lie to my friends before so that I wouldn't have to go home. Cry hesitated a little, then nodded yes, saying that he was pretty sure his parents would agree.
I shivered. I'm pretty sure he didn't mean to, but his voice sounded so very erotic, like it was promising me all sorts of things if I could only just work up the courage to kiss him. I shivered again, his voice affecting me like it always did. Cry saw and tossed me a towel, saying, "Here, dry yourself off with this." He glanced down and noticed my wet clothes, then quickly steered me towards his bedroom, telling me I could use his clothes for the time being, then stepped out of the bedroom and closed the door.

I stared at the closed door for a second before looking around. It was a simple looking bedroom, with plenty of space. There was a desk, a closet, a mirror, and a bed. A plush rug covered the floor.
I opened the closet and took out some clothes; sweatpants, a teeshirt... I looked hesitantly down at my soaked clothes. Boxers...? I shook my head, embarrassed at myself for even thinking it. I took off my teeshirt and was halfway through putting on Cry's when the door opened. I looked over and saw Cry standing there. He had a sad look on his face as he saw my bruises.

"Oh, Kirk..."
I looked at him, my face tight. He saw my look and dropped the subject. Seeing that my hair was still wet, he took the towel and started drying me. I put down the shirt, blushing a little at the idea of him looking at me half-naked.
I looked up at him, at his mask that was slightly ajar and showed worried lips, at his fingers who were holding the towel so firmly to dry me off when I could have done it myself. All of a sudden, I felt a surge of warmth towards him.

I have to say, I acted instinctively. I didn't really think, or I might not have done it. I took his hands from my hair and tugged the towel out of his grasp, holding his hands tenderly with one of mine. I gave him a small push so that he landed lying down on the bed and climbed on top of him. I stretched his hands above his head and pressed my lips onto his. "Cry..." I murmured.

Cry's P.O.V.

I took a little time to open the door, a little annoyed at having someone interrupt my sleep. Honestly, who's here at this time of night? I looked at the person standing on our doorstep. It was Kirk. Luckily, I had been downstairs getting some water or else I wouldn't of heard him. He was totally drenched.
"Kirk?" I asked, completely confused about what was going on.
He looked at me and smiled quaveringly. "Hey Cry. Do you think I could stay at your house for a bit? My parents are out of town and I got locked out of the house." There was clearly something wrong, and who was I to refuse him? My parents wouldn't mind, anyways.

I saw Kirk shivering so I threw a towel at him. Wouldn't he get a cold or something? I looked at his clothes, noticing for the first time how his clothes clung to him seductively. I blushed a little, then pushed Kirk up the stairs and into my room. I was a bit rough, but I really didn't want him to see me blushing. He would probably freak out or something, saying that I was disgusting. I closed the door of the bedroom and leaned against it, sighing. I love Pewds, so why am I feeling like this? Does this mean that... I don't actually love him?

I was distracted again as I heard Kirk shuffle around with my clothes. What was up with his bruises? Did his parents abuse him? I waited until I thought he had his shirt off, then stepped through the door. Of course, the first thing I noticed was that his chest was bare. I blushed a little again. The next thing I noticed was...

The bruises.

Not only bruises though; bite marks, scratches, scars, and basically anything you could imagine was on him. "Oh, Kirk..." He gave me a tight, withdrawn look as he saw me looking at him, so I just reached for his towel and started drying his hair. Not that I was even aware that his hair was wet or anything, I just wanted to do something without being awkward.
As I dried his hair, I studied his body. His neck was littered with bruises and bite marks... like those when you get after sex. I blushed again.
Kirk looked up at me. It looked like he was studying me too, and I smiled at him uncertainly. "Kirk?"
All of a sudden, Kirk caught my hands between his. My heart pounded as I looked at him with wide eyes, surprised and... excited. He looked at me with some emotion in his eyes, but I couldn't figure out what it was because right at that moment Kirk pushed me down on the bed and kissed me.

I bit back a moan as his lips pressed softly against mine, feeling like little sparks of pleasure passed between our lips. I pushed him away slightly, trying to catch my breath. I was conflicted, my troubled eyes staring into his. I shouldn't be doing this, but... I need this. I've been suppressing this... want for too long... even though it was for Pewdie, and not Kirk.
I pulled Kirk back down towards me, my hands tangling in his hair. His tongue asked for entry and I gave it, shyly. I moaned slightly as his tongue explored my mouth, reveling in his taste.

"Kirk..."

Pewdiepie's P.O.V.

I closed the door to Cry's house, puzzled. Why did Cry keep it unlocked? He should have known better.

I had come to visit Cry because I knew that his parents were on a business trip and he was probably lonely without them. I had planned to play video games with Cry and crack a lot of jokes so I could break up this weird tension that I had felt growing between us. However, now that I saw the door was unlocked I had to change my plans.

I headed quietly up the stairs of the house, planning to check inside Cry's bedroom since he stayed in his room a lot. As I got closer to his room, I started hearing noises and blushed instantly.
That's not what I think it is, right? Is Cry... masturbating or something? But no. I heard him say the name Kirk, so... what if someone's hurting him? I stayed there for a bit, calming my breathing so that they wouldn't hear me.

I pressed my ear to the door of his bedroom. Yea. There was definitely someone there with him. I slowly opened the door to his bedroom, glancing through the crack I made.

My jaw dropped. Cry was lying on his bed with "Kirk" hovering over him, kissing passionately.

The door swung open, revealing me standing there. I took a step back, too shocked from what I saw to fully comprehend what I was doing. A blush rose to my cheeks.

I looked at them, seeing all the hickeys and bite marks, especially on Kirk. They had clearly been together for quite some time. I stared back at Cry, furious but not quite sure why.

"Cry... what are you doing?!"


Ahahahh... Ahahahahahah... AHAHAHAHAH!

I am so evil! :D

Ugh... I'm so tired... I should be studying for finals but instead I'm writing stories about guys making out.
Not that I'm saying that it isn't a good use for my time...

By the way- don't think Cry is slutty in this fanfic. It's just that he and Kirk are made for each other(literally). It's just that Cry and Pewds are also made for each other.

Please review!

Reviewing makes Pewdie realize that he likes Cry!

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