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Mark's Accident

**So I've been thinking about it for a while and I just....needed to get it out of my mind and onto paper. I hope people are enjoying my stories! Onto part 2 now! :D I hope you enjoy! **

Mark woke with a start, looking around the room as the images from his nightmare lingered in his mind. He must have cried himself to sleep without even realizing it. He had tears slipping down his cheeks, bottom lip between his teeth as he chewed on it gently. He rubbed at his eyes a bit as he tried to calm himself down. The nightmare had really freaked him out. It was times like this where he wished he had a Daddy.

In his nightmare, Ryan and Matt had been called him a freak, looking at him with disgust once he had finally told them his secret. It had really scared him. He sniffled softly as he sat up slowly, shifting on the bed. That was when it hit him. His thighs were cold and...wet? Oh no.

He flipped the covers over quickly, hoping that it wasn't true. But he was greeted with a huge wet spot on his bed. He had wet the bed. His eyes instantly filled with tears as he looked at the spot, completely devastated. This would happen today, after his secret was almost spilt out. He let out a small whimper but he slowly got out of bed, nose wrinkled a bit. He hated having accidents, hence the pull-ups. They didn't happen very often. Mainly when he was sick, when he was really stressed out, or of course, when he was Little.

He got himself cleaned up first, changing his pajamas. He thought about pulling on one of his pull-ups, but he just shook his head at the thought. He couldn't wear them right now around Ryan and Matt; he'd be too on edge. He'd be paranoid that they could see what he was wearing. It was stupid, but he didn't want to risk it.

Then he moved onto stripping the bed, wondering why he decided to move out of his apartment and into a house with two roommates. It was a bad idea for him, especially with his secret. It was too late now.

Once he was finished up, he took a deep breath, wiping at his face in an almost childish way. Now he would have to sneak past Ryan and Matt if the two were still awake...which he was hoping they weren't. He swallowed thickly as he opened the door, staying silent as he tried to listen to any noises. When he was met with silence, he figured he was safe.

He bundled up his soaked sheets and his pajama pants and headed for the laundry room, trying to be as quiet as he could. He would hate to have to face Ryan and Matt like....this. He looked so pathetic and childish, wet sheets in hand, and tear stains down his cheeks.

He made his way past the living room, though he froze as he heard a squeak from under him causing him to let out a small curse. He kicked Chica's toy off to the side, hoping that no one had heard that as he continued on his way.

"Mark? Ryan?" Matt's voice spoke up from the other room, causing the other male to let out a small noise and spin around.

"I-I thought you w-were-" Mark swallowed thickly, not even able to finish his sentence. He took note though, that Matt was probably working on editing some videos, which meant he had headphones in. So Chica's toy was probably what caught Matt's attention. "S-Sorry. I just got up to.....go to the b-bathroom." He lied, hoping that Matt would leave it alone. It was no such luck though as he heard the creak of a chair followed by footsteps headed his way. His eyes widened and before he could even move, Matt was in the room with him. Luckily, Mark has made sure that the wet spot on his sheets was well hidden. Though the smell wasn't.

"Hey. Hey, it's okay. No need to apologize. I just came to see if you were.....okay." Matt replied, a bit caught off guard at the fact that Mark had his sheets in his arms. "What....what are you doing?" He asked curiously, an eyebrow raised. He was about to add more when the scent hit him, and his eyes softened as he took in Mark's facial expression.

"I....I spilled some w-water on them and I was just gonna...toss them in the wash." Mark replied, yet another lie rolling off of his tongue. He couldn't tell Matt about it. He didn't have the courage. And the images from his nightmare continued to haunt him, so that didn't make it any better.

"Mark...." Matt sighed out softly, but watched as the other male turned and headed for the laundry room. He followed close behind, wanting to talk to him honestly. If that was even possible. "I.....it's okay, you know. It happens." He commented, watching Mark freeze in his spot, just about to toss the sheets in the washing machine. "You don't have to be ashamed....."

Mark let out a small whimper that he tried to hide by clearing his throat. "Matt, please just leave it alone." He whispered out weakly, turning the washer on with shaky hands. He turned around to look at the other male, tear threatening to fall again. "I-I'm fine. I don-"

"You aren't fine, Mark!" Matt snapped, resulting in Mark jumping a bit. Matt usually wasn't the type to snap at anyone until he was pushed to his limits. "We're just trying to help you. Why are you pushing us away?" He asked, watching Mark seem to crumble more and more. It was painful to watch.

Mark couldn't even get anything out, his head ducked as he let out a shaky breath. "I-I..." His stuttered words were soon followed by a small sob, and he just broke. He slid down to the ground, back pressed to the wall as he sobbed into his hands. "I-I'm sorry!" He sobbed out, barely getting out between his cries.

Matt was taken off guard by the sudden break down, but that didn't stop him from getting down on the ground to comfort Mark, pulling him into a small hug. "Shhh. You're okay Mark. It's okay, yeah? Just breathe; in and out, in and out." He tried to sooth the sobbing male, rubbing his back gently. He looked up when he heard footsteps, seeing Ryan at the door to the laundry room. Matt shook his head, as if to tell him not to ask.

It took a few minutes, but Mark's sobbing finally began to slow down, though his breathing was still a bit panicky. Ryan was still in the doorway, and Matt was currently allowing Mark to cry into his shirt still.

Mark knew that after this scene, he'd have to tell them. He just had to figure out the right words.

**Thank you so much to everyone reading this! I love you all! :D Reviews are appreciated, as well.  **