Tweek buried his face in the crook of Craig's neck, crying hysterically and twitching on and off, and threw his arms around Craig's neck as Craig pulled him onto his lap. Craig held him close, trying to take special care as not to touch the spots where Tweek was bruised and marked up, muttering how he was going to kill Cartman for hurting him like this. Clyde sat by the door, which was locked, with his hands in his lap.

"Shit man what did you do to set Cartman off this time." Clyde started. Craig shoot him a look and Clyde shrunk back, apologizing quietly.

"Clyde can you-" Craig started.

Clyde stood up and unlocked the bathroom door. "On it Craig." He turned and smiled lightly at Tweek. "Don't worry Tweek, we'll get you fixed up and later I'll buy you a cup of coffee, okay?" Clyde left quickly, shutting the door quietly behind him. Craig looked silently to the door and then back at Tweek. Tweek's face looked terrible. The right side was all marked up and red, he must have been covering the left with his hands, and his bottom lip was bleeding slightly. Craig's heart ached to see Tweek like this, so hurt and so scared. The fact that Craig hadn't been there to stop Tweek from getting beaten up again made his heart ache even more. Craig was sure that the rest of Tweek's body was all marked up and bruised as well, perhaps even worse then his face.

"C-Craig." Tweek whispered. He paused for a moment, then started crying hysterically again. Craig's arms were around him in a second and he kissed at the left side of Tweek's face.

"Shh, shh. It's alright Tweekers." Craig coed, using Tweek's pet name in an attempt to calm him. "I'm here now and Clyde will be back with a few supplies from my locker so we can help fix you up. Okay?" Tweek nods, rubbing his face into Craig's shoulder. Craig smiled and ruffled Tweek's hair. "My little Tweekers."

"C-Can we really go get coffee after-GAH- t-this? I-I spilt mine." Tweek motioned to his chest, a large coffee stain on the front of his oddly buttoned shirt.

Craig sighed and smiled lightly. "Another spasm Tweek? What was it this time, Wendy flash her tits at you or something?" Craig chuckled jokingly. Tweek paled a bit and laughed awkwardly.

"N-No, that w-would be to much t-to handle," Tweek said. ",and...C-Cartman threw the rest of my coffee on the floor, so I haven't had any c-c-coffee for awhile." Tweek looked over past Craig and Craig turned. In the center of the bathroom floor- "How did I miss seeing it from the beginning?"- was a small puddle of coffee and a rather dented thermos. A small silence enveloped the both of them and Craig tightened his grip around Tweek

"Hey Tweekers?" Craig asked, looking of into at the puddle of what was Tweek's coffee.

"Y-Yea Craig?" Tweek asked. He moved his face from Craig's neck and looked at him, playing with Craig's winter jacket.

"Why did Cartman...why did he beat you up this time?" Craig asked softly. Tweek immediately tensed and his hands slipped from Craig's jacket. "Tweek?" Craig looked back to see Tweek crying again. "Fuck, look Tweek forget I-"

"GAH! H-He said I-I can't tell or he'll show someone! AGH TO MUCH PRESSURE!" Tweek's hand instinctively went for his hair, ready to rip out his own hair in a need to cope with whatever pressure he was feeling, while he began to twitch rather erratically. Craig quickly grabbed Tweek's hands.

"Tweekers, calm down." Craig said.

"I-I can't -GAH- tell you o-or he show everyone the p-pictures! I-I can't-" Craig roughly pushed his lips against Tweek's and pulled the twitching youth against him, cutting him of mid-sentence, hoping to calm Tweek down. The plan worked, Tweek was visibly calming down, although Craig intertwined his fingers with Tweek's just to be sure. He didn't need Tweek ripping out his hair. Again. Tweek moaned slightly into Craig's mouth and Craig could feel Tweek relaxing. The body spasm lessened and his death grip on Craig's hands weakened. Craig pulled back for a brief second to examine Tweek. All the waterworks had stopped and slight blush was on his face. Minus all the markings he looked like he usually did.

"Mmmm, you taste like French Vanilla Tweekers. I love it." Craig said seductively, winking at Tweek. Tweek started to protest, the coffee he had been drinking earlier in the day was in fact a new kind of coffee his family had gotten called: Caramel Cream, but Craig kissed him again. Not that Tweek really minded. He tended to be less twitchy when Craig was kissing him. Tweek moaned into Craig's mouth again and he could clearly feeling something hard pressing into his thigh.

Tweek blushed. "Gah why is he all h-hard and stuff? To much pressure!" Tweek thought, blushing even more as he realized that Craig wasn't the only one who was rather hard. Craig chuckled lightly, pulling back for a moment.

"Sorry about that Tweekers, your just so cute sometimes," Craig smirked. ".Not that you see to mind, Tweekers. Looks like there is a tent in your pants." Craig smirked greedily stole yet another kiss from Tweek's lips, before Tweek could say anything. Tweek moaned into Craig's mouth again, trying to form any kind of coherent thoughts in his lust fogged brain that didn't involve him and Craig doing "the nasty" as his father would say Tweek had to dwell on that for a moment longer. "The Nasty." What a weird name for sex.

"Wait, is he gonna have s-s-sex with me? GAH WAY TO MUCH PRESSURE!" Tweek thought. "What if I mess up and he gets a-angry and leaves me? GAH WHAT POSITIONS DO WE DO? PRESSURE!"

Tweek's mental train of perverted sex thoughts were interrupted as the door to the boy's bathroom opened

"Finally your back, Clyde." Craig thought. He pulled away from his kiss with Tweek and turned around, expecting Clyde with supplies in hand, to see a dumbstruck Kyle staring at the both of them.

"Uh, hi you guys." Kyle said awkwardly, a slight blush forming on his face.

"GAH! HE TELL EVERYONE! TO MUCH PRESSURE!" Tweek screamed burying his face in Craig's neck, Craig protectively hugging him.