There Cry was, just sitting in front of his TV playing Worms on his Xbox. The match was pretty close, and each side had only one worm left. It was his turn and he was contemplating which attack he should go for in order to destroy his enemy. Hmmm…shotgun? No… how about an air strike? Cry thought to himself for a while, before he heard the door to the bathroom creak open. Mark must be done in the shower, I wonder if he wants to play some Worms. He heard the unzipping of the zipper a couple feet away and he turned towards Mark.

"Hey Mark do you wanna play Wo-" Cry stopped as soon as he saw that his friend was standing in front of him in only a towel that loosely clung to his waist. He felt his face heat up almost instantly. For a gamer, Mark was pretty well toned and this only made this situation that much more awkward. Mark's glasses were nowhere to be seen and he stared back in surprise.

"Why…wha-…um uh. Mark go put some cloths on." Cry bashfully stuttered. Why the hell are you making such a big deal about this?! Cry mentally slapped himself. Mark stood up straight.

"What? You can't handle all of this sexiness?" Mark placed both hands on his sides and swayed his hips jokingly, but this only embarrassed Cry further.

"Shut up and go put some cloths on!" Cry's face grew hotter and his voice cracked slightly.

"Ok fiiiine." Mark groaned and grabbed his clean cloths before returning to the bathroom. Goddamn it Mark. Cry chuckled to himself and resumed his intense Worms match. Mark soon came out of the bathroom, fully dressed, and sat down next to Cry.

"So now that you're not naked, now do you want to play some Worms?"

"Dude I had a towel on! And yeah that sounds pretty fun." Mark laughed and took a seat next to Cry on the couch. They continued to play the game for about half an hour and the score was tied. It was one worm verses one worm and both were sitting right next to each other. Mark thought to himself Let's make this interesting… and continued to use an airstrike on both of them, killing both worms instantly. Cry threw down his controller in frustration.

"What the hell was that about dude!? Now no one wins!" Cry wined and Mark chuckled in response. Without warning, the doorbell rank.

"Oh that must be our pizza." Cry perked up and ran to the door with a bundle of cash stuffed in his hand. Mark walked to the kitchen and started to search for some plates. Cry soon returned with a large pizza box in hand and placed it on the dining table.

"Hey Cry, where are the plates?"

"Oooo…dining fancy aren't we?" Cry said sarcastically and Mark stared back at him with a "really?" face.

"Ok, ok. They're in the top right shelf." He pointed to the designated shelf. Mark grabbed two plates and placed them on the table next to each other. Looking at the pizza he realized that there were an odd number of slices.

"Do you want to play a game, Mark?"

"Uh…depends on what it is." Mark crossed his arms.

"It's this awesome game called Pizza Wars. You see this?" Cry took out the largest pizza slice from the box "This is the King Slice." Mark inwardly giggled due to the silliness of the name.

"The goal of the game is to be the person who eats either the entire King slice or the last bite of it. The winner gets six slices and the loser gets four after the game is done. Other than that there are no rules!" Cry shook his head for emphasis.

"Ok I'll play, I could use and extra slice for dinner." Mark grinned at his prodding.

"Oh you are so on!" Cry took the King slice and placed it on a plate in the middle of the table. He sat on one side of the circular table while Mark sat on the other. Both of their eyes were trained on the pizza.

"Let's go on three." Mark stated.

"Ok…1...2…..3!" Cry lunged and beat Mark's hand to the slice. He whisked it off the plate and made a run for it. Mark soon trailed behind him.

"Come back and bring me that slice!" He called out.

"Never!" Cry yelled before taking the first huge bite of the slice. Once he made it to the living room, Cry stood directly behind the couch and tried to anticipate which direction Mark would come from. When Mark approached, Cry wasn't prepared for what he did next. Instead of running around either side of the couch, he jumped over it and lunged at Cry. Knocking him over onto the floor, Mark swiped the pizza slice out of his hand and took one huge bite.

"NO!" Cry yelled sarcastically (trying not to giggle) and tried to get up. Mark placed the slice in his mouth and pinned Cry to the floor.

"Now I'm going to make you watch me eat your prize!" Mark dramatically laughed and took another bite, leaving what seemed to be one bite left.

"NOT ON MY WATCH!" Cry hollered and, in a burst of strength, pushed Mark off of him. With his back to the bottom of the couch, Mark pulled his arm up to take the last bite. Cry jumped at him and slapped the last piece of the slice out of his hand. An instant later, Cry noticed that he had fallen right on top of Mark and their faced were only an inch apart. He could feel Mark's heavy breath reverberate off his mask and his head instinctively leaned in slightly towards the warmth. A hand reached up and began to slide his mask upwards.

"N…ny….n…ny…" Cry tried to formulate words but his mind had completely shut off. The hand stopped when the bottom of his mask sat right above his mouth.

Why…did he stop? Cry thought to himself. Before he could think of any reasons, the hand returned and placed itself on the back of his head, he shuddered. Mark was still staring at him with those eyes…those kind, sparkling, chocolate brown eyes. The hand pulled his head towards Mark's and their lips collided. Cry was still in deep shock and didn't move for the first few moments, but then he began to kiss Mark back. They continued the kiss for a few seconds more, and then separated after what felt like a lifetime. They stared into each other's eyes for a while longer.

"M-Mark?" Cry whispered, feeling as if he needed to be extra quiet.

"I-I'm sorry Cry…I-I just…" Mark stuttered and trailed off, obviously out of things to say, or at least didn't know how to say them.

"Goddammit Mark" Cry whispered and proceeded to pull off his mask at lightning-fast speeds. He grabbed the back of Mark's head and crashed their lips together once again before he could get a glimpse of his face. They kissed each other passionately before separating for air.

"Cry…you…" Mark smiled and gasped in between breaths.

"Yeah ya moron." Cry giggled. It was only now that Mark noticed that Cry had one deep blue eye and one bright green eye. A small scar traveled across his right eye. He wondered how he got that scar, but he didn't care right now. Staring into each other's eyes they could see it, a life without empty rooms or hearts. No more lonely nights or holding in what they feel. They could finally be together, no and always.

Hai guys! Sorry that was so short but I really want to finish my current story. Hope you guys enjoyed and look forward to more content from me! Love you guys! Bye!