*Chris's Point of View*

I orbed to Marks house after yelling at my family. Mark was a witch himself so he knew about me. Mark was shortish, with blond spiky hair, pale skin, beautiful green eyes, and black trimmed glasses. He lived by himself after the Source killed his parents when he was five. He wasn't all that much older then me, about two years. So he was 18 years old. We had been dating for about three years.

"Mark, are you here?" I asked my voice on the verge of crying.

"Chris, hunny, what's wrong?" Mark asked coming from the kitchen to me.

I told Mark the whole story, only stopping when I started to cry too much to talk. Mark didn't say anything to me just gently pulled me into a hug and kissed the tears that were running down my face away. I ended up sobbing onto his chest, which happened to be bare.

"Shh, it's alright hun. They're your family, they'll love you no matter what, and if they don't there is another bedroom in this house. You can stay with me until they're okay with it," Mark said lifting my face up.

"How did I end up with someone so sweet?" I asked kissing him gently on the lips.

"Just lucky I guess," he said pulling me into another kiss.

After awhile the innocent kiss turned into a not so innocent kiss. Marks tongue was wrestling with mine, and his hands were pressing on my hips that I was gently pushing forward. A moan escaped my mouth when I felt him push back. Mark broke from me and started to kiss my neck. Gently nibbling on my neck I couldn't help but moan again.

This time when Mark broke away he didn't come back. I opened my eyes and saw that he was looking at me in a loving way. We never did more then making out. Mark said that if there was a chance that someone could get hurt he didn't want us to do anything else. I know he loves me with all of his heart and I love him just as much so I was happy to comply as long as we were still together.

"You have to go home Chris," he said softly.

"I can't face…" I started but was stopped by Marks fingers gently pushing against my lips.

"You won't face them alone. I'll be there for you. I'll go with you if you want," he said kissing my forehead.

"Okay," I said giving up.

Mark simply nodded and got off of me. Walking out of the room I could guess that he thought enough to put a shirt on before we got to my house. No matter how much I loved Mark my family would kill him when they saw him with out a shirt while I was breathing heavily.

Mark walked back in wearing a short sleeve red button up shirt, a tan jacket, a pair of dark wash jeans, and black combat boots. He looked so hot that I had to stop myself from drooling. Mark must have noticed because a snicker came from his mouth before taking my hand and waiting for me to orb us to my home.

While staring into Mark's eyes I orb us to the manor. Mom, Aunt Phoebe, Aunt Paige, and Wyatt were all still in the kitchen. Now they were eating breakfast. Mom looked at me smiling, but she started to glare at Mark when she saw him.

"Guys, this is Mark, Mark this is my mom, Piper, my aunt, Paige, my other aunt, Phoebe, and my brother Wyatt," I said nervously.

"Hello," Mark said smiling his sweetest smile.

"Hello," everyone said in unison.

"Is there a reason you orbed him here?" Mom said trying not to yell when she said orbed.

"Its okay, Mark's a witch," I said calmly.

"Okay, Mark show us your power," Aunt Paige said glaring at Mark along with Mom.

Looking at Mom and Aunt Paige Mark simply shrugging at what they had said and turned to the flowers that were by the window and waved his hand at them gently. The flowers started to grow when he did this. When he was done he turned to me and looked at me asking if he could use one of his powers on me. I nodded my head knowing what power he was going to use. I gazed down and saw my blue shirt turn into a red before turning back.

"Okay, you're a witch," Mom said finally convinced, "But why are you here?"

"Well, I know that it's important to have your family in your life and I don't want Chris to be afraid of what your reaction to this news was like so I convinced him to come here," Mark said not skipping a beat.

"Will we get to meet your family?" Aunt Paige asked continuing to glare.

Tears instantly filled Marks eyes at the mention of him family. Though they died a long time ago they were all he had until I came along. The tears threatened to spill, but I could see that he didn't want to let them because he was trying to be strong for me.

"My parents are dead," he said shortly while wiping his eyes.

"Oh, if you don't mind me asking, how did they die?" Aunt Phoebe said in a soothing voice.

"The Source sent a demon to get me and they died protecting me," Mark said a few tears falling.

I quickly brushed them away and squeezed his hands. He looked at me with a soft smile on his face and I knew that he was going to be okay. Glad that he was at least talking this time without sobbing I smiled back.

"What about the rest of your family, or the people you're staying with?" Mom asked acting like she was his mother too.

"I don't have anyone. I've lived on my own since I was five," Mark said his voice breaking slightly.

"How about we change the subject?" I asked rubbing Marks back to let him know that I was there.

"Sure, how long have you known Chris?" Aunt Phoebe asked happy to change the subject.

"About five years I believe," Mark said nodding.

"How long have you two been dating?" Wyatt asked cocking his head to the side.

"It will be three years on Halloween," Mark said wiping some of the tears that had fallen away.

"Chris, how long have you known you was gay?' Aunt Paige asked shocked by how long I've been dating Mark.

"I've known since I was 12, so four years," I said looking down.

"Why didn't you tell us?" a voice said from by the door.

I looked and I saw my dad standing there rocking back and forth on his feet. A new wave of fear hit me when I saw him. Talking to these four was easy compared to talking to Dad. Mark gently squeezed my hand before I could orb out.

"I was scared, I didn't want to let you down," I said looking down childishly.

"Son, you could never let us down," Dad said coming over and hugging me tightly.

Mark let go of my hand and I wrapped my arms around my dad. Soon everyone else was hugging, except for Mark. I knew that Mark didn't want to impose, so when I turned around to look for him I wasn't surprised to see that he wasn't there anymore.

"Where did Mark go?" Dad asked looking for Mark too.

"He doesn't like family times, like we just had, so he's on his way home," I said sighing.

"He really has no family?" Mom asked sadly.

"His parents were killed, none of them had sibling, and his grandparents had died already," I said nodding.

"That sucks," Aunt Paige said running a hand through her hair.

"Ya, he was alone until he met me. He didn't have anyone that loved him, but he was still the sweetest person in the world," I said smiling at this thought.

"So, not to pry, but how far have you two gone?" Mom asked in a sort of protective way.

"Just making out," I said shrugging.

"You've been dating for three years and all you've done was making out?" Aunt Phoebe asked shocked.

"He doesn't want to do anything because there is a chance that one of us could get hurt," I said the smile coming back to my face.

"Aw, Chris made a good choice, but I still want to know more about him. Why doesn't he come over for dinner?" Mom asked smiling with me.

"I can try, but I'm not making any promises. He'll think that he's imposing, that and he hates large crowds," I said avoiding her eyes.

"Well, how about you and me go convince him to come?" Aunt Phoebe asked smiling coyly.

"Okay, you and I can go," I said grabbing her hand and orbing out.

I saw Mark in the kitchen without a shirt again. He wasn't wearing a shirt because it was summer and he didn't have any air besides an open window. Aunt Phoebe stopped to look around the living room only to see that there was barely anything there. Mark had a couch, a chair, and a lot of papers that had stories he wrote on them.

"Mark?" I asked trying not to scare him.

"Chris, what are you doing here?" he asked turning to me.

"My mom wants you to come to dinner with us," I said motioning to Aunt Phoebe and myself.

"I don't think would be a good idea," he said wiping the flour from his hands to his pants.

"Hi, I'm Phoebe," Aunt Phoebe said finally talking.

"Hello, Miss Halliwell," Mark said politely.

"Please call me Phoebe," she said nodding, "I'm here to tell you're coming to dinner with us."

"I don't want to impose."

"Then bring dessert and it won't be imposing."

Mark sighed knowing that he wasn't going to win this argument. Nodding softly he turned back to what he was doing. A huge smile came onto Aunt Phoebe's face when she saw that she had won.

"So, what are you making?" I asked walking into the kitchen.

"I'm making raspberry cake with cream cheese frosting," Mark said smiling at me.

"Yum, my favorite," I said grinning, "Aunt Phoebe if you think Mom's cakes are good you'll have to try Mark's."

"There's some in the fridge if you would like to have a snack," Mark said turning his head to fridge.

"What type's in the fridge?" she asked walking to it.

"There's a chocolate one and a strawberry one," he said getting back to the cake in front of him.

"Are they homemade?" she said cocking an eyebrow.

"Yup, I make all of my food myself," Mark said proudly.

"That is something to be proud about," I said kissing his cheek.

"It's hot in here," Aunt Phoebe said confused, "Why isn't the air conditioner on?"

"I don't have one," Mark said looking down, "I barely have enough money for food and the rent so I don't have air conditioning."

"Oh, well, there's another reason to come with us," Aunt Phoebe said taking a bite out of the chocolate cake, "This is good."

"Thanks and I'm sorry for the mess," Mark said putting the cake in the oven, "I was working on a story before I started to cook."

"It's alright, it looks like my office," she said smiling.

"So, after the cake is done we can go," Mark said before looking down at himself, "Okay, make that after I take a shower and the cake is done."

"I think that might be a good idea," I said before throwing flour at him.

"No you didn't," he said before throwing flour at me.

We ending up having a flour fight and bring Aunt Phoebe into it. At the end we were all covered in flour and laughing hard. Aunt Phoebe and I had ganged up on Mark so he was covered in more flour then us. I looked at him and saw him pouting.

"Aw, why are you pouting?" I asked smiling still.

"I can't believe you ganged up on me," he said pouting more.

"Come on you know I love you," I said kissing him on the lips.

"I know I just can't believe you made defenseless Mark fight alone," he said smiling now.

"You two are so cute together," Aunt Phoebe said grinning.

"I know, but it's funny to watch Mark freak out," I said smiling.

"How do you make him freak out?" she asked wiping flour from her face.

"Easily," I said before licking Marks face.

Marks eyes grew wide before he ran out of the room. I couldn't help but laugh at his reaction. I heard water running and thought that Mark was taking a shower, but when he ran out of the bathroom and throw a bucket of water at me and ran back in to take his shower.

I quickly orbed Aunt Phoebe home so she could take a shower and tell Mom not to make anything for dessert. When I got back I saw Mark standing in the kitchen with only a towel wrapped around his waist.

Sneaking up on him I wrapped my hand around his waist and started to kiss his neck. Pulling the cake out of the oven he quickly put it down and turned the oven off. Turning to me he lifted me onto the counter and started to kiss me on the lips. A moan escaped my lips when he gently bit them.

"Mark," I moaned when I felt his hand on my thigh.

Rubbing my thigh lightly he started to kiss me harder, but soon broke it off. Sighing he readjusted the towel and shook his head. I couldn't help but notice that he wouldn't look me in the eyes.

"Mark, are you okay?" I asked gently touching my arm.

"I'm fine, but I don't want to rush things," he said tears in his eyes.

"You're not fine, tell me what's wrong."

"I'm afraid to get too close to you."

"Why would you be afraid?"

"Because when my Dad was alive he would molest and beat me."

"Oh, we don't have to do anything that you don't want to do."

Tears started to fall down Marks face so I pulled him into a hug. His body started to shake with sobs. Gently rubbing his back he started to calm down. Pulling his face up so he was looking into my eyes I smiled and kissed his lips gently.

"You should take a shower Chris. I'll wash your clothes and finish the cake while you're in there," Mark said wiping the tears away.

"Alright, but don't forget to get some clothes on yourself," I said putting my hand on his chest and jumping off the counter.

Rolling his eyes he smiled and walked into his room to get dressed. I made my way into the bathroom and took my clothes off and left them outside of the door. The water was already running so I just climbed in.