Heavy breaths pressed past exhausted lips as the warmth of Kenny's hands ran down Craig's body. Craig rolled his hips and tried to move to the side, but the weight of Kenny's body kept him in place. Kenny's hands were up his shirt, freely roaming the cool skin that rested beneath the layers of material.

"I'll never get how you manage to stay so cold with so much clothing on…" Kenny joked as a small smirk played on his swollen lips. Kenny straightened his back and kept himself straddling Craig's lower body. His fingertips brushed over Craig's nipples. Kenny excitedly looked up at Craig in hopes of some sort of erotic reaction. But like usual, there was none. Kenny removed the shirt and jacket from Craig's body in order to expose his now bare torso. Craig looked like a mess beneath Kenny.

Hickies littered Craig's pale skin. His dark black hair was messy and stuck out at interesting angles. There were bite marks over his shoulders and on his neck. His lips were slightly puffy and looked red from all the sucking and kissing they had received. Kenny had absolutely ruined the boy and the fact that he had done this only made him hornier.

The saline scent of sweat, vodka and marijuana filtered the air. Kenny inhaled deeply through his nostrils, smiling even wider as he pushed the air out. "Ahhhh, don't you just love this Craig?" He says in a happy voice while moving down to start sucking on some of Craig's available skin.

"You talk too much." Craig says in a simple monotonous voice. Kenny just scoffs playfully against the boy's chest before he started to nibble on Craig's left nipple. Craig slowly shut his eyes. His overly dilated pupils were happy to have relief from the brightness of Kenny's stinky bedroom. His head was throbbing and his throat felt dry. He didn't want to be here for any longer than he had too. He laid back and let Kenny's tongue play around with the little bud on his chest. Kenny's tongue skilfully swirled around the pink skin before he started to tug with his teeth.

Being as miserable as he felt and always was, Craig had no reaction to this. He let out an annoyed sigh as Kenny continued to play with his nipple.

"Oh? Is the other one feeling rejected?" Kenny smirked around the one his mouth was currently playing with. Craig just made a little unamused hum when Kenny took his little sigh the wrong way. Kenny moved his hand upwards so that he could start to play around with Craig's right nipple. His index finger and his thumb played around with it for a while. Those two appendages squeezed and flicked the usually sensitive bud.

Craig could feel Kenny's hot and moist breath around his nipple. He felt like he should have been aroused but he simply wasn't. Kenny moved his head of blonde fused hair over to that right nipple so that he could start nibbling on it. His now free hands started to make their way slowly down Craig's body. Craig was only in his underwear now, whereas Kenny never bothered to put clothes back on since their previous round. Kenny gently slid his hand into Craig's underwear, slightly offended by what he felt. Kenny kissed Craig's nipple before sitting up straight and resting himself on Craig's thigh.

"You're not hard..?" Kenny said with confusion. He wrapped his hand around Craig's limp penis and started to give it a few strokes. Except the flaccid member didn't react.

"I'm not in the mood." Craig simply stated. He kept his eyes closed and sighed deeply, wishing to god that Kenny would just get off him and tell him to leave already. The drugs and alcohol were having a negative effect on Craig and it was starting to make the raven haired male feel sick to his stomach. Kenny assumed Craig was just being stoic so he continued his actions.

"You're always in the mood…" The blonde said as he started to tug on the waistline of Craig's underwear. This was where Craig had finally gotten fed up with it though. Craig sat up and pulled his knee up before pushing his foot forwards and kicking Kenny harshly in the stomach. Kenny let out a pained grunt and wrapped both of his arms around the wounded area. "The fuck dude?" He spat with pain.

"I'm leaving."

"Guess I'll see you tomorrow then," Kenny sighed as he tried to ignore the pain. After all, he had been through so much worse. This little kick from Craig still hurt like a bitch though.

"No. I'm not coming back. I'm done. I'm leaving." Craig said as he slowly stood up, readjusting his underwear before beginning to change into his own clothes. Kenny was confused by what Craig was saying for a moment before his heart dropped to the endless pits of his stomach.

"You're joking, right? You always come back for me Craig," Kenny said as he moved to sit on the edge of the mattress that had been placed in the corner of his room. Craig silently shook his head as he pulled his black denim pants up to where they were meant to sit. He then put his shirt and jacket on. He zipped up his jacket, letting it cover up the evidence of all the filthy things he and Kenny had been up to. Craig's hands were on the zipper in his jeans, only getting about half way before Kenny had moved his hand to stop him. Craig looked down at Kenny's lanky hand. He trailed his way up Kenny's bare arm and up into his blue eyes.

"I don't want to do this anymore. It's fucking stupid." Craig said as he swatted Kenny's hand away and turned around. He finished dressing himself then started to use his fingers and the palm of his hands to pat down his messy black hair. Once he felt like the strands were in a relatively neat fashion he started to search for his blue hat.

"It's not fucking stupid. Fucking is never stupid," Kenny laughed nervously. Craig spotted a little yellow puffball in the corner of Kenny's room, buried underneath some cummy underwear. Craig inspected his blue hat before pulling it over his hair and walking to the door.

"I don't want to do it." Craig stated, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall. Kenny had no idea what to do. He didn't know how to react to this kind of thing. He wanted to get up and tell Craig that he was just being stupid, but even if Craig were to actually leave… he always came back.

"What? Is this a breakup or something?" Kenny smirked as he gave his stomach a little rub. The pain was barely there but it was still a little tender. Craig doesn't kick like a bitch. Kenny wanted to take a playful approach to this, because he had only realised that he had some sort of weird feelings for this guy a few days ago. It was too soon for him to end their little shenanigans.

"If we were actually together then it would be a breakup," Craig rolled his eyes. He stuck his middle finger up, directing the silent insult at Kenny before using that hand to open Kenny's bedroom door. "I don't want to see you outside of school. Especially like this. I'm done with the way things are between us." Craig stated before he stepped out and closed the door behind him.

All Kenny could do was stare at the door in hopes of Craig's return. He didn't think Craig would actually leave him like this. He didn't think Craig would ever leave him at all. Kenny leaned back on his mattress, leaning against his bedroom wall and staring at the door some more. He picked up an almost finished glass bottle of vodka, bringing the rim to his lips then drinking the last remains. He decided that this was pretty fucked up before he threw the bottle across the room. Watching as the glass smashed and scattered over his filthy carpet made Kenny think about how the smashed glass reminded him of the way his insides were feeling just as broken up.

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Craig had woken up the next morning with a headache that ripped through his entire body. He sat up with a spinning head and an overly churning stomach. He grabbed onto his nightstand, trying not to fall out of bed as he attempted to collect himself. Craig coughed, hiccupping a little when he was finished his cough before standing up. He dizzily made his way to the door of his bedroom and opened it up.

He cringed when he was suddenly exposed to so much light. Then the sound of his sister made him want to cripple up in some lonely corner so that he could never be seen again.

"Why do you look so messed up?" Ruby spat as she walked past Craig. The teen just grunted in response before making his way to the bathroom. He forgot today was a school day and he honestly couldn't be bothered dealing with that kind of thing at the moment. Craig was painfully surprised to go from feeling the warm and fluffy carpet beneath his feet to suddenly being on freezing, hard cold tiles. He hissed as he walked into the bathroom then shut the door behind him.

He walked over to the basin and then looked up into the bathroom mirror. He started removing his clothes, sighing when he saw all the marks Kenny had left on him. Craig's stomach suddenly felt tight and he leaned forwards a little. He stared into his own eyes, pressing his hands onto his face then slowly sliding them down and squeezing his lips a little.

"Fuck…" He exhaled.

Every morning felt the same, whether he was hungover or not. He hated himself for actually missing Kenny. But he knew that a guy like Kenny was unhealthy. Kenny was basically poisonous to Craig. But he felt like he couldn't live without the poor blond headed fuck. One afternoon when Craig was sitting at his desk, mindlessly scrolling through Tumblr he remembered something that would be of use to him. He stopped his scrolling then stood up from his desk. He had an aching pain in his head. He thought it was from thinking about Kenny so much or maybe it was his disgusting habits. But life is also one of the biggest headaches that Craig had at the moment.

Craig walked over to his bedside table. He silently bent over, furrowing his eyebrows at the budding pain then opened the bottom draw. He pulled out a simple little knife then tucked it into his pocket. He shut his computer down then left his room. As much as he knew he shouldn't be doing this, he couldn't help himself.

The few knocks on the door were enough to startle Karen. She looked away from her small T.V so she could inspect the door. She just sat there and stared at it for a few moments before she heard another knock. She sighed then stood up, getting off the couch and walking to the door so that she could answer it. Karen opened the door then looked up when she saw Craig.

"What are you doing here?" She asked uncomfortably. Karen usually would let Craig just wonder inside and help himself to Kenny's room. Craig pulled the knife out of his pocket and showed it to Karen. Kenny's younger sister let out a slow sigh then leaned against the door frame. "He's not here…" Karen stated flatly.

"When's he coming back?" Craig asked. He was used of Kenny not being here. He would usually just wait for Kenny to return.

"He's not coming back…" Karen stated sadly. Craig was almost scared to question Karen, so he silently waited for her to continue. "We found him dead this morning…" She started softly. She almost continued but she had to stop herself. Tears started to well up in her eyes and her throat felt thick. She could barely say anything at this point. She shakily held onto the door and looked down at her feet. "I'm sorry… I can't.." She sighed then held her hand out. "I can take that… if you want," she said in reference to the knife.

"I'll hold onto it for a bit… Tell your mum and brother that I'm sorry for your loss," Craig said before turning around and making his leave. Karen hadn't heard Craig's voice that much, but she could tell that even through his flat monotone he was still a little shaken from the news.

Craig tucked his hands into his pockets and sighed. He watched as his breath formed a little fog cloud around his mouth. The little cloud resembled smoke which made Craig feel sick deep in his stomach. He didn't like this feeling. He felt cold and empty. Broken and alone.

"Fuck this…" He sighed.

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Every day was basically the same without anyone realising it. For the McCormick's their days would start with the blessing of a Kenny suicide. Kenny would wake up and do it differently every day. One day he would wake up and hang himself. The next he would slit his wrists. The day after that was a gun to the head. He felt horrible. Like shit if you would. He felt even worse for continuously putting his family through the pain of seeing him dead day after day. But every time he came back to life the day after he had killed himself, he realised that it was no different. No one remembered that he had died. No one even cared that he wanted to kill himself. And just like every other day, Craig would wake up and want to return Kenny's knife, only to find out that he was dead.

The cycle was starting to piss Kenny off. It was like the world wouldn't move around this one incident. Kenny sat in his bedroom, sighing when he held the handful of bottles. He looked at the bottles of pills and shook his head. Maybe today would be a different day. Maybe would decide to not do it. He stared down at the pills then chuckled softly. He felt empty and alone. He was confused about his feelings for Craig as well as the shitball of a world around him. His head felt heavy and his mind even heavier. He couldn't be bothered going through the effort of actually thinking about all of these things so he decided it would be easier to just give up anyway.

Kenny picked up one of the bottles then started today's session of Suicide With the Boy Who Couldn't Die. He opened the bottle and started to down as many pills as possible. Nothing wrong with a little overdosing right? Kenny had woken up a little later than usual and gave no fucks as he started to swallow as many tablets as possible.

Craig helped himself into Kenny's house when Karen wasn't there to open the door. He had his hands in his pockets and miserably made his way through. He walked down the hall and straight to Kenny's room. He opened the door and rolled his eyes when he saw Kenny consuming the last bottle of pills. Kenny could feel that his body was already starting to react to the tablets.

"What the fuck?" Craig asked as he threw the knife down onto the ground next to him. He walked over to Kenny, sighing as he sat next to him on the mattress. Kenny's body started to feel numb and sick. It didn't take long for his body to break into a seizure as his stomach started to try and reject the tablets he had swallowed. Craig quickly stood up. At first he didn't believe that Kenny had taken in so many of the tablets, but the amount of empty bottles that were scattered around Kenny along with Kenny's seizure said otherwise. Kenny watched as his vision went dark and blurry. He looked over at Craig, noting that he was the last thing he saw before his body seized up and his breath halted once again.

Kenny felt like he was choking as his life left his body. He felt numb and peaceful. The next thing he knew he was opening his eyes as painful heat surrounded him. This death had landed him in hell and that was kind of annoying. It was harder to get out of hell than it was to get out of heaven.

Kenny groaned in annoyance before starting to walk around. He stopped walking when a shadow was cast over him. He looked up at Satan and rolled his eyes.

"Do I get an early ticket home today?" Kenny grinned.

"Ahahahaha noooooo!" Satan laughed as he turned around and rubbed his hands together. "You've done it one too many times boy… There is no way home now." Satan laughed.

Kenny felt his dead heart dropped. He was almost relieved with this news but at the same time he felt completely ruined. Did this mean he couldn't come back to life? Was he dead for realsies this time? Kenny took a step back, cursing under his breath.

Boy, was he fucked now.