Title: Tolerant
Chapter: Oneshot (?)
Rating: R (Adult language, themes, sex, violence.)
Pairing: Mysterion X The Coon. (Some: The Coon X Toolshed.)
Summary: When The Coon realizes that he has feelings for Mysterion, who better to help than Toolshed, but at what cost? How will Mysterion take it? Created for Cutegirly19. MXMADULT. Warnings inside. When someone like Mysterion who is very irritable, how can The Coon ever hope to be someone Mysterion can come to like?
Warning: Male to Male content. Can be taken as underage material between kids? Violence, language, racist comments. Cartman/The Coon. Mysterion. Adult material. If any of the above offends you, please do not read. Requested.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters mentioned, major outline and theme including plot ideas and other such things would have to be credited to Cutegirly19, and this fic was created for them, and so is developed for them alone.
Request: Thank you again Cutegirly19 for requesting this South Park fic. I enjoyed making it, and sorry if it was a little rushed, or did not exceed your expectations. As always, I am here to please, and hope that you like your story. I would also like to thank you for being the first person of the 2013 year to request a fic, hope you have a great read, and of course, enjoy.
Tolerant: Created for: Cutegirly19
Cartman watched Kenny as the boy slowly approached the lunch table. He was already eating his second cup of pudding, as Kenny finally began to sit down next to him. Cartman's skin crawled slightly at the light brush from Kenny's clothed forearm. The feeling shivered through his body, and blood began rushing to his cock as he ground his teeth together. "Sick Kenny! You'll get your goddamned white trash germs all over me!" He hissed out. He could see Kyle not paying attention to him out of the corner of his eye, and Stan was slowly still chewing his food as he minded the comment with a small flinch. "Don't touch me." He growled out, scooting away from where Kenny sat.
The look was nearly murderous when Cartman looked back to see Kenny glaring at him, eyes narrowed, blue eyes glazed over with something close to murder. Once more, a shiver erupted through Cartman's body, and he was forced to go back to ignoring Kenny by shoveling another amount of food into his mouth.
Lunch and school went on about the same way.
This was how they were slowly adapting to their teenaged years. Cartman tried as hard as he could to keep a tough atmosphere around Kenny. The boy he knew inside of school and during the day was nothing compared to the deep voiced, calculating superhero known as Mysterion. Every time Cartman thought of Mysterion, his cock grew harder, his heart raced faster, and his body shivered with want. Mysterion was a powerful force that Cartman, as the Coon, simply could not deny. Mysterion was always one step ahead of him. He was the foot on his chest, holding him down and making sure that he couldn't move or get away. Mysterion would always be that thick, hard, pulsing cock forcing itself into his body, pulling his hair back and whispering gruffly into his ear, or at least, that's what The Coon wanted Mysterion to be.
Cartman stood up from the lunch table and gave a small sigh to himself. The other boys sitting around him all gave half lidded glances towards him. "Gotta crap." He said, knowing that it was something the others wouldn't give a second thought about.
"Why you gotta tell us every-" It was Kyle's annoyed voice coming towards him in an aggressive wave. Cartman was halfway out of the cafeteria though, ignoring whatever it was that Kyle was growling out through gritted teeth. Not that it really mattered to him anyway; Cartman could care less what Kyle was bitching about.
He hit the doors to the lunch room open, and left the noisy area. He slowly moved down the hall, looking for the nearest rest room. Once located, he stormed inside, making sure that he was the only inhabitant. The piss on the floor did nothing to discourage him from picking the widest stall and slamming shut the door for privacy.
Settling on the toilet, Cartman leaned forward and clasped his hands around his head. His eyelids slid closed, and he slowly began to think of a few nights ago, when he was within reach of the masked vigilante known as Mysterion.
The vigilante known as Mysterion threw a rather hard fist towards his direction. The Coon could barely get out of the way, and so was forced to take the brute of the punch on his upper shoulder. Falling back, The Coon gave a small growl, his brown eyes clashing with those of chaotic blue. So much turmoil and fury seemed to crawl through those eyes, and The Coon was once again leaning back in order to avoid a kick, "Stop this, Mysterion." He hissed out, "I didn't do anything to deserve this-"
"Shut up Coon. If you have a problem with me, then you best deal with it now. No more hiding. No more games, no more avoidance." The parted teeth were white against the evening's moonlight sky. The deep purple and black of the other's mask was gleaming lightly as if to anticipate the other boy's growing anger and emotion. The bright green glistened in a way that The Coon knew his own costume was dully shimmering through.
"I have no quarrel with you." He hissed out again, this time turning his back on his newly formed comrade, "I don't want to fight you." The Coon's words were rasped out, and for a second, the much larger boy felt his heart leak with an emotion he worried about the other finding out. He hid his face from Mysterion, reluctant to show the better superhero his light red cheeks. "Not anymore…" He said, and hoped that Mysterion couldn't hear the last of his words.
Cartman's head sunk lower, his cock still twitching with excitement at the thought of Mysterion's rough exterior and cunning agility. The way the superhero could be so calculating and manipulative to the rest of the group of mismatched superheroes. The Coon and Friends were just starting to settle into their new lifestyle of working together. Yet even though their team proved to be progressive working together, there were still issues among them, one of the biggest forming right in front of Cartman. Emotion. Emotion for not only Mysterion, but for Kenny as well. Where Mysterion was someone that Cartman, as well as The Coon could look at as someone to idolize, Kenny was anything but. He was poor, out of all things, and something that Cartman wasn't sure he was okay with. He was positive though, that Mysterion was someone that Cartman wanted, someone that The Coon needed. "God damn it." He breathed out, his voice light as he tried to calm himself down. How was it that this was all happening? Why was all of this happening to him? And for him to actually start having a crush on someone like Mysterion, it was as if God truly wanted him to have a failing goal in life.
"Cartman?" Stan's voice was almost soft. "I just came to check up on you…Lunch is over, and well, it's time to go back to class." He was slowly approaching the stall that held Cartman's hunched over body within it.
"Said I was busy…Leave me alone." He stated.
"Dude, I know I shouldn't care, but ya' just seemed…Different than normal." Stan's voice was slightly worried sounding, and Cartman couldn't help but relax from the realization.
"Fine…" He huffed out and slowly moved over to the door, giving one last glance down towards his groin to make sure that it wasn't at least noticeable. His erection seemed to be fading with Stan's sudden appearance, and more or less, Cartman felt a little grateful for that at least. "Let's go to class." He huffed out, and saw that Stan seemed to be watching him with a rather curious look. "What?" He asked, his teeth gritting slightly.
"Nothing dude, just…Ah, never mind…" He laughed, but the weight of his words rubbed over Cartman's shoulders. The way the boy suddenly blushed and glanced away seemed rather curious in itself, but Cartman decided it was better to let it go.
With night came a new feeling of something odd. A new wave of emotion that Cartman wanted to ignore, and could almost ignore, given one critical element: He was now The Coon.
Simply putting on a mask would have been an easy exchange of personalities. A reason to act differently and give reason for doing so. By hiding oneself, it was completely understandable of why someone's normal personality would suddenly change and distort. "We've got to move soon, if we don't break the cycle of targets the sixth graders have been targeting, we'll lose credibility." The Human Kite stood from his seat, a small chart in his hand, his eyes narrowed over at Mysterion, who was currently sitting at one end of the rickety desk. "Mysterion, we need you to make-"
"Wait! It's The Coon and Friends, I should have the most say in this matter, Kike-"
"Kite, asshole!" The Human Kite hissed back towards The Coon's direction, which was currently directly across from Mysterion. This position not only have The Coon a stable spot across from one of the head persons at the table, but also allowed him to watch over Mysterion. It wasn't right that the other boy was getting most of the unspoken leadership roles than himself, and The Coon couldn't handle the fact that someone like the Human Kite was taking it upon himself to so boisterously acknowledge Mysterion over himself. Toolshed sat next to him, and The Coon could feel the cool eyes slowly roaming over him as he sat back down. If Toolshed was going to voice his thoughts, he did not do so. "And what makes you think that you could come up with a better plan than Mysterion to deal with the sixth graders? You'd get the police involved for the wrong reasons and I don't think –"
"Another lecture isn't what we need, Human Kite…We need a thought out plan." The Coon said, and was slightly stunned when Toolshed suddenly spoke up from his spot next to him.
"He's right Human Kite. Although some of The Coon's methods may be a little unorthodox, he does get the better idea of 'revenge' and cold-play well underway…" His voice was low, but the rest of the group had taken a pause in order to listen to him speak.
"He does make a good point, Human Kite." TupperWear stated with a lowered tone. He watched from a seat next to Mosquito, who seemed to glance at Human Kite for a second.
"This should be handled by both of them…" His tone was even lower than Toolshed's, and soon enough, there was a low chatter amongst the group of friends.
As the chattering continued, The Coon took a moment to lean down towards Toolshed, "Thank you for seeing things my way." His eyes beamed slightly, and for once, The Coon saw those brown eyes of Toolshed gleam dully.
Toolshed shook his head, "Like I said, your methods might not be very good, but they're what we may need to deal with those sixth graders." He stated, and patted a hand onto The Coon's shoulder. The larger costumed boy gave him a small appreciative smile, which only lasted a second when there was a sudden scrapping of chairs along the ground.
"Enough. We're wasting time. I'll acknowledge that The Coon and I should work together to formulate a plan…But talking now and arguing over what one decision is best would be a gross misuse of time and energy. Everyone's excused for the night," There was an agitated anger to Mysterion's voice, and those deep blue eyes seemed to glare occasionally over in Coon's direction now and again as he spoke quickly, "We've got school in the morning." He completed, and quickly began to move off towards the basement steps that led out of Eric Cartman's house.
The rest of the superheroes watched as Mysterion left in agitation, his steps growing heavy as he treaded up the staircase. "Well let's get out of here then." The Human Kite said, moving over to Toolshed, "Let's go man." He said, and his gaze was drawn over to the black haired boy.
"Yeah, my mom's gonna kill me if I come home really late again." TupperWear said in a hushed tone to Mosquito and Mint-Berry Crunch.
The Coon said nothing, but instead watched as everyone slowly began to leave. He was nearly shivering from the way his cock was straining against his pants, he had not dared to even stand up or speak since Mysterion had given his scolding lecture followed by a swift and speedy get away. When he listened to the sounds of the last superheroes leaving, he reclined in the chair and gave a small sigh to himself. The Coon's body was shivering, and it wasn't hard to guess from what.
It was irritating the way Mysterion's voice forced his body to react in such a way. It was overwhelming at time, and more times than once, The Coon, as well as Cartman had given into the idea of closing his eyes, slipping his hand into his pants and rubbing his organ to the thought of the masked vigilante simply grinding against his body and muttering cool remarks into his ear.
Reluctantly though, The Coon spread out his legs and leaned his neck back, forcing his hands to keep at his sides, and not moving to caress the growing bulged within his pants. 'It's gonna' be a long night.' He thought to himself, trying hard to will away the erection.
The raspy voice of The Coon was filled with worry when the pressure on his hips suddenly became greater. "You know you like it you fat piece of crap. Such a weak superhero…Can you even call yourself one?" Mysterion's voice was heavy, just like his blue eyes, swelling with flecks of darker blue as they were surrounded by a small, almost nonexistent circle of black.
"I- I don't think I want this…" The Coon's voice was nothing more than a wail and the boy wondered if he sounded a little like a wanton whore, begging for her fix. "You don't even c-"
"Care for you? Why should I? You're always egging me on…Always fighting with me…Being mean to me…" Mysterion's face was suddenly closer, and as if by some form of magic, The Coon as well as the boy on top of him were suddenly naked, the only clothing that remained on themselves were their masks. "I'll teach you the meaning of 'Fuck you', Coon." Mysterion's voice was leather tipped, and The Coon's organ was already erect and weeping with pre-cum. The Coon couldn't help but feel his body shiver against the much leaner, solid build of Mysterion.
Even his cock was powerful, and The Coon made sure to whimper slightly when the thick tip of the head pressed into his thick stomach. "Mysterion…I- I really do li-"
Cartman's head shot up, his breathing hard and his body filled with sweat. He shivered himself awake at the sound of an alarm clock seconds later. He cringed when he felt the hard length between his meaty thighs, and glared at the thought of The Coon and Mysterion together in his dream. "Fucking Tits!" He hissed to himself, wrapping a hand around his swollen cock as he leaned over to turn off the alarm. He would make it late to school by a few minutes, but Cartman decided to endure it for a more pressingly firm issue.
At school, he was met with an annoyed looking Mr. Mackey. "Eric Cartman, skipping school is bad! Mm-mmkay?"
"It's not skipping if you show up, Mackey." Cartman shot back, tugging on his backpack and opening it so that there was a note produced from one of the upper level pockets. "From my mom. Had an upset stomach this morning, throwing up and crapping everywhere, ya know, Mexican food." He said, his voice filled with logical reasoning, his voice informative sounding.
"Oh, Well, I'm sorry Eric…Go to class then…Mm-Mexicans…" The man said, as if he were straying in a long ago formed thought of the cultural group.
When Eric finally got to his locker, he made sure to take as long as possible getting to class. His footsteps dragged slowly as he made his way into Garrison's room, not completely sure how the man had managed to follow them into the upper grade levels. "And when Lisa Menelli-" There was a small pause from Garrison while he was giving his lecture, and Eric gave a small sigh when the man seemed annoyed with his appearance in class. "Take a seat Eric, I'm not going to even ask what made you late…" He turned back to the chalk board and began to mutter about celebrities again, this time droning over backstreet boys and how they should have played better music.
When Eric took his seat, he saw Kenny giving him a sideways glance from the seat next to him. Stan was also looking back, as if waiting for Cartman to give an explanation as to why he was late for school. When Cartman said nothing, Kenny seemed to lean over more, "Why are you so late?" He asked, his voice hushed and slightly muffled from the parka he was wearing. Over the years though, Cartman could easily tell what the other boy was saying, and turned to look at him with board eyes.
"Wondering how your mom got those grass stains on her knees…." He said, and saw Kenny's face turn a light red color. He bite his tongue though, watching when Kenny balled his hands into fists and shivering slightly to hold back a retort.
"Dude, he's just concerned…" Kyle hissed back, leaning so that his head was at an angle and at least one of his eyes were looking back at Cartman.
Cartman didn't see Garrison turning towards them, and so took it as a good opportunity to whisper to Stan in a hushed tone, "Dude, can I talk to you later…Alone?" He could see Kenny's hands slowly unwind though, the boy tilting his head to the side, as if confused about something.
Kyle also seemed to try and get a better view of Cartman, as Stan just simply shook his head in a positive way. "Since when do you talk to-" Kenny's voice was hissed, and for a second, Cartman thought he could hear the husky tone of Mysterion peeking through.
"Oh enough already boys! Come on, this is important stuff that I'm teaching you!" Garrison yelled out, his voice slightly shrieked as he tried to speak to them in an angry and sarcastic tone.
The four boys all sat back in their seats, Kenny seeming to act more fidgety than any one of them, and it didn't take Cartman long to notice.
It was night, and The Coon was once more going over plans with a few of the group members, Toolshed, Iron Maiden and Mint-Berry Crunch. They were trying to figure out better plans of how the sixth graders should be dealt with, while the rest of the group had gone off to take observation of the enemy group's actions.
The Coon watched Toolshed, taking note that this would be a good time to speak with him privately on some very sensitive issues. During school, the two boys had never been able to talk privately, Kenny or Kyle always having been around in order for them to do so. However, The Coon had figured this would work better during their costumed meetings, seeing as how the issue mostly related to this scenario anyway. "Toolshed, can I have a moment with you?" The Coon rasped out, moving off towards a small cubby that was considered a hiding place while Eric Cartman inhabited the basement. "It should only take a second." He confirmed with himself, though was positive that it would be a little longer than that.
"Sure Coon." Toolshed said, his voice hard as he began to look at the other two boys, "Can you guys determine the best route from here?" He clarified with the other two superheroes before he finally began to follow after The Coon into the hiding place.
The small cubby was big enough to fit the two of them, and once The Coon closed the door, he seemed to take a small breath, "They can't hear us out there, these walls are reinforced…" He stated, and watched as Toolshed looked blankly at him.
"What's this about? I know you spoke earlier today about-"
"Don't confuse the two times…But yes, I do need to speak with you about something. About Mysterion and myself, Toolshed." The Coon's voice was slightly lowered, and the heavier boy watched as the black haired superhero seemed to lean in closer. "I- I have a crush on Mysterion."
There was a thick silence, and for a few moments, The Coon wasn't sure if he should have even told anyone. "You're crazy. You two hate each other." A childish voice said, only to quickly be covered up by a gruffer one, more resembling that of the Toolshed's. "I mean…Why come to me with this information?" He tried to sound more reasonable but was doing a bad job so far.
"You're the only one I can go to Toolshed. The Human Kite can't be trusted with this information, and I think that you're the only one who would actually believe and help me." The Coon stated, unsure if he were actually speaking for himself anymore.
"What do you mean help you?" Toolshed's voice was raised, curious almost.
"I- I need someone to practice on. To teach me how to earn someone like Mysterion…He's- He's not going to see me as anything more than a threat right now as I am…If you help me…He might see me as someone better, someone he could possibly like." The Coon's voice was faint, and if Toolshed was feeling sorry for him, the only thing he did to voice it was lay a hand on The Coon's shoulder.
"I'll help you dude…" Toolshed said after a few minutes of silence. The two boys watched one another, and finally Toolshed smiled lightly, "First things first, if you like someone, you always want to try and be around them…So…Try to see if you can actually spend your time around me for a while, ya know…Getting used to the whole…Guy to guy feeling." He said, but his words were slightly shaking and The Coon seemed to frown.
"We already are constantly by each other." He stated.
"I mean while like this…As The Coon." Toolshed stated. "You're always secretive, and keeping away from the rest of us superheroes. Not to mention arguing with all of us and trying to act better. Just lay low…Ya know, try and be a little more…playful and cute…"
"You're trying to turn me into a fag-"
"I'm trying to turn you into someone that Mysterion would actually find more approachable. He's too masculine for both of you to try and be dominant…Plus, he's well…Kinda cooler than you…Sorry." Toolshed flinched slightly when a hand collided with his fake armor. "Just trying to help you…Do you want it or not?" He asked, his voice slightly raised.
"Fine Toolshed…" The Coon said, his body slightly relaxing. "And…Thank you."
"No problem, but let's not meet underneath the staircase anymore…This small space is kinda-" There was a drumming of footsteps above them, and both The Coon and Toolshed seemed to panic for a few moments when they realized that more of the superhero friends were returning. Frantically, The Coon began to jiggle with the door, trying to get it open. Toolshed helped to push on it, and soon enough, both boys were falling in a heap onto the floor of the basement.
Slowly, they groaned as they began to stand up, Toolshed helping The Coon as the boys drew themselves up to their feet. "What's going on?" It was The Human Kite's voice, curious and stunned sounding.
Looking up, The Coon could see Mysterion and a few of the other boy's giving them curious looks. Saying nothing, he shivered when Mysterion took a step closer to him, "Trying to act sneaky again, Coon?" He hissed out, and The Coon realized that Mysterion stood a few inches above him, a single angry posture dominating his form.
"We were just going over some plans…" The Coon muttered out, his mind going over what Toolshed had told him just moments ago.
"Alone with Toolshed?" He asked, and there was a stressed tone in the phrase of words. The Coon looked up, watching those blue eyes flash to something like frustration.
"It-It…Collaboration is key…" The Coon said before he could say anything else.
"You two…" Mysterion's voice seemed to trail off, and The Coon couldn't help but feel the growing tension in the room suddenly incinerate. Taking a step back from Mysterion, The Coon could feel a small tightening within his groin.
"Let's go over the new observation files you guys took…" Toolshed said, though it was more or less to The Human Kite than to anyone else. The Human Kite seemed to move beside Mysterion, resting a hand gently along his shoulder and pushing him slightly. The Coon watched as Mysterion kept his defiant gaze towards him, and stumbled reluctantly away from him.
"Good idea Toolshed…" The Human Kite muttered out once he saw that the gap between the two of them was big enough. "Let's make it quick too…I think it's getting a little late." The Human Kite finished, giving one last glance at The Coon before looking fully at Toolshed.
The Coon watched warily as the rest of the group began to mill around the table, speaking to one another about their new findings and their possible courses of action. The only ones who seemed to stay mostly quiet for the remainder of the time were Mysterion and The Coon.
The Coon gave a small gasp when he felt Toolshed's hands on his lower hip, "You have to relax a little more, Coon…" Toolshed's voice was slightly heavy, though there was definitely an underlined gentleness to it. "If you keep getting loud like this, then everyone might hear us." He hissed out, his fingers digging into The Coon's hips more.
"I-I don't even know why you're doing this!" The Coon barked back, "How is this going to help Mysterion to like me more?" The Coon questioned as he began to feel the pressure from his hips loosen.
"To get you used to the feeling of being groped on…You think someone like Ke-I mean Mysterion is going to be gentle with you?" He asked, though The Coon could easily hear the underlining tone of truth to his comment.
"As long as it's Mysterion, I'm okay with it." Coon said, narrowing his eyes a little at Toolshed when the boy seemed to blush.
"You say that now Coon, but what if you can't go through with it?" Toolshed asked, his hand sliding up to cup one of The Coon's plump cheeks.
"What are you talking about Toolshed?" The Coon's voice was suddenly softer, and he watched as Toolshed began to lean his head up towards him. The Coon kept his spot, watching as the boy kept leaning up, his eyes sliding shut and his body shivering slightly.
The Coon was pressed against the wall, his knees shivering slightly as he watched Toolshed leaning closer to him, lips pursed, waiting for a kiss. The Coon swallowed hard and began to lean towards him, trying to remember why they were in this position.
It had been two days since Toolshed's and The Coon's agreement. Toolshed had even suggested that at school they try and be closer together, however, as Eric Cartman would have it, there was no way the fatter boy would be able to keep his temper around Kenny, as well as the other three. There was something different between the four boys, and it showed desperately each time Eric made a comment aimed at Kenny's living status or his personal hygiene. However, there was something different occurring as well. A small knot of sorts that both The Coon and Eric were slowly coming to acknowledge. It was like the anger from Kenny was ebbing away as Cartman tried hard to make snide remarks. The orange parka wearing boy would simply roll his eyes and shake his head in agitation, while Eric would become confused and frustrated for a lack of argument.
The other change was occurring between Toolshed and The Coon, while simultaneously involving Mysterion. Over the course of the two days, a small development had occurred, whereas Mysterion used to try and pay no heed to The Coon, he was now becoming more verbal towards him. The Coon enjoyed it, where the small comments were made here and there, as if Mysterion were actually trying to communicate with him in a nonaggressive way. There was still an agitation that lay heavily over Mysterion's words, and the way his chaotic blue eyes would wrap themselves around The Coon's body at times. The added, although small, attention from Mysterion was leading The Coon to believe that maybe Toolshed's plan was right, and that these simple changes in The Coon's behavior was actually starting to appeal to Mysterion.
It gave The Coon more of a reason to lay a hand every now and again on Toolshed's own, to lean in and whisper into the other boy's ear about how happy he was that Mysterion's eyes were finally looking over at him. The flutter of emotion and anticipation of wanting more attention from Mysterion was leading The Coon to demand more lessons from Toolshed. "Let's practice more…" He had suggested that evening while the entire group was busily talking amongst themselves about what actions should still be formulated against the sixth graders. The Coon had laid a hand over Toolshed's shoulder, leaning in closely so that no one else could hear. His lips practically brushing against Toolshed's ear, The Coon had made his statement, and while Toolshed laughed in agreement with a gentle blush, The Coon was well aware of the small glance Mysterion was giving them.
"It's time for a patrol…Two groups-" It was Mysterion's voice growling out over all of the others, demanding that they all participate in a nightly watch. The Coon and Toolshed would simply have to wait until later on while on patrol to have their practice lessons, and The Coon was more than willing to wait for that while Mysterion was giving orders to the rest of the group.
And so here they were, pressed against a back wall on the street, on their way to the designated block assigned to their group. The Coon and Toolshed had managed to break free from the rest of the group, and they had chosen this time in order to have their practice. Toolshed seemed to have taken the lead, and with no interruptions, this is how The Coon had ended up in his current position of being kissed by Toolshed.
"I'm talking about Mysterion being satisfied with just a little hand to hand contact…" Toolshed breathed out. The Coon's breathing was hitching, and he was painfully aware of the small tension building within his groin at the thought of Mysterion wanting to actually do more than just hold his hand or kiss him.
He drew his lips forward, closing the gap between himself and Toolshed, locking their lips together. Slowly, he drew his lips apart, mirroring whatever it was that Toolshed was doing. The other boy was obviously more experienced with him, and if The Coon was going to get anywhere, he would have to learn this quickly. "Grind against my body while we kiss, it's a good indication that you want more action…" Toolshed was breathing out shallowly when they finally broke the kiss.
"You said stuff like that would come naturally for me…" The Coon whispered out, but reluctantly pulled his body away from the other boy.
"It will, and if you ever manage to get this far with someone like Mysterion, I promise that they'll most likely take control. You just kinda, gotta tease a little bit…and well…I- I don't know, play a little hard to get maybe?" Toolshed spoke softly, as if he were slightly unsure of how to phrase his words.
"Well, what about if I don't want to do it?" The Coon said, taking a step back, his blood already settling as he watched Toolshed place some of his weapons back into his belt.
"If your cock is hard, your good…Other than that, there really is no point in waiting, is there?" Toolshed's breath was slightly mocking, a laugh covering his tone. His eyes beamed, "Dude, trust me Coon, once you're in the situation, good luck saying 'no.' Especially to someone like Mysterion." He laughed again, and seemed to ruffle his own hair slightly.
"Thanks Toolshed. You really are a good friend." The Coon whispered out, watching as the other boy smiled at him.
"No problem…It's kind of a good sight to see you in such a giddy mood…Disturbing, but good." Toolshed said, his body once more taking a few soft steps towards the entrance of the alley they were in. "We've gotta go dude, it's getting late, and the other's will have already met up by now."
"Yeah, let's go Toolshed." The Coon said, leveling out his breathing as the two boys began their quickened pace to find the others.
Time flew by as The Coon and Toolshed reached the meeting point. The Human Kite and Mysterion were the only two standing there, as if waiting for something. As the two boy's reached the designated meeting area, there was a small sigh coming from The Human Kite. Mysterion's eyes were narrowed at The Coon, and his arms were folded over his chest as he seemed to be trying to keep himself calm. "Where the hell have you two been?" The Human Kite asked, his voice agitated sounding, his whole body aimed at Toolshed.
The Coon watched for a minute, "We were inspecting some graffiti-"
"You held up a mission for vandalism? When we have put so much effort into cracking down on the sixth graders?" Mysterion's suddenly sharp voice caused the three boys to take a step back from him. The opposing superhero seemed to flare up with anger. "Have you been listening to anything that's been going on at the meetings, Coon? Or are you too busy messing around with your 'new' buddy?" His eyes lingered over Toolshed for a second, and The Coon seemed to grasp the concept.
"Now wait a minute! Don't go assu-" The Coon was cut off by a hand to his face, Mysterion's gloved hand inches from his nose.
"You two, go out towards the park, make sure the area is well enough, we're looking for anything that-" Mysterion was cut off next by The Human Kite, who put his hands on his hips.
"I already know the plan, I was here when you gave the orders." His tone was snappy, but his eyes were dancing over Toolshed as he spoke. "Let's go man." He said, and Toolshed gave one last glance over towards the other two superheroes before he followed after The Human Kite.
There was a thick silence lying over the two boys, and when Mysterion began strolling down a nearby alley, The Coon silently followed after, his heart beginning to race when he realized that the two of them were alone.
They climbed over a few dumpsters in order to reach a fire escape ladder. Climbing to the roof, The Coon was slightly confused when Mysterion seemed to linger in the center of the roof's top, not moving. "What's wrong Mysterion…" He whispered out, almost nervous to say anything to the other angry boy.
"You need to tell me what's going on between you and Toolshed. Right now, Coon." Mysterion's voice was deep, and when he turned to face The Coon, the moon brightly danced off of his cape.
"What do you mean? There's nothing going on-"
"You're always being secretive with him…The two of you keep talking and going off into secrecy-"
"You think we're planning something Mysterion?" Coon cut in, feeling slightly offended that the other boy was accusing him of trying to corrupt a member into acts against the organization. "I gave that up, you know that, when I was beaten…You gotta be fucking kidding me to think I would-"
There was a sudden movement from Mysterion, and The Coon realized that with the closeness from the other boy, there was also a new flash erupting within his eyes. "You think this is what this is about? Don't be a fool Coon. If you were any sort of threat like that, I would have taken you out days ago." His voice was deep, and The Coon could see coldness in those blue eyes.
Taking a step back, The Coon gave a small scowl, feeling his blood boil. "You really are fucking with me. You like messing with me, don't you? Acting like I'm really a part of this group, when you're really just leading me onto the idea that I've finally found a place where I fit in. You're screwed up Mysterion…" The words hurt him, and The Coon could feel something warm leaking from his eyes. His chest burned, and he was well aware of the salty taste on his lips and tongue. "Why do you keep fucking me over Mysterion?" The Coon thought desperately as he turned partially away from the other boy. How was he going to get the other person to like him if all Mysterion ever saw him as a threat?
"You think you know stuff Coon." The heavy tone was suddenly louder within his ear, and The Coon had no time to block the sudden sweeping kick that hit his lower body. His legs falling out from underneath him, The Coon fell onto the roof of the building with a heavy 'thud.' He gasped when Mysterion was suddenly on top of him, pressing his hands against his wrists and forcing The Coon into a laying position. "You keep saying that I'm fucking you…and you think I'm mad at you for conspiring behind my back with Toolshed…" His hips were pressing against The Coon, and the chubbier vigilante was well aware of his own organ slowly growing harder. "Well I'm about to teach you a new meaning of the word 'fuck' and give you a better reason as to why I'm sick of seeing you going off with Toolshed alone." The Coon felt the organ a second later, thick and warm, pressing into his stomach.
Just like his dream. The Coon felt heat radiating off of his body, and he began twisting about in order to get the other off of himself. "Mysterion! Stop!" He yelled, a whimper erupting from his lips.
"No chance fat ass, I'm about to show you something you'll like." The husky voice was doing nothing to ease the building tension within The Coon's body, and soon enough, The Coon was rutting his lower half up into Mysterion's leaner one.
He could feel both of the organs rubbing against one another in their clothed state, and made a small groan when Mysterion shoved his teeth into The Coon's neck. Being sucked on by Mysterion brought on a new tension, and The Coon felt his body shivering with enjoyment as the other boy began biting into him with a new vigor.
A hand was slowly crawling up his thigh, having released his captured wrist. The fingers of Mysterion's hand were slowly undoing his costume, and The Coon was in a daze as he drew his hand over to anything that resembled a zipper on Mysterion's uniform. Both boys were naked within seconds, and soon enough, Mysterion's trail of hickeys were leading to one of The Coon's nipples. "Feel free to scream like a bitch, Coon…I can tell by your cock and your weak pleas that you want this more than me." The voice was so hard, so cold sounding, yet The Coon couldn't help but bask in its power. He moaned loudly as Mysterion began to take a nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting it violently.
Mewling underneath him, The Coon felt the straps of his mask start to tug, so tilting his head to the side, he watched as Mysterion began to run a free hand down his body, rubbing his own cock, and slickening it with his own precum. "Wh-what are you doing?" The Coon asked, his voice hitched, pathetic sounding.
There was a laugh from Mysterion as the boy stopped sucking the nipple, "I'm going to finger fuck you Coon." He hissed out, and those blue eyes were dazzling with lust.
"Wha-No!" The Coon rasped out, as if worried about how it would feel. He could feel his ass ache for the filling feeling though, and his body shivered uncontrollably as the head of Mysterion's cock twitched against his balls.
"Hm, I think you're right Coon, there's no way either of us are going to be able to hold on until my cock's inside of you." The deep voice held a small delight in it, and The Coon felt his hips being picked up, "Turn over…" Mysterion growled out. "You should be able to take it…You're fat will help in the cushioning." There was a small pain to his words, but for some odd reason, The Coon felt his own cock twitch from the comment, as if he were actually enjoying the verbal abuse.
He imagined the roughness that Mysterion would use with him, and he once more complied with the other's wishes as he turned to get on his hands and knees. "At least use something…" The Coon said, his voice slightly sarcastic sounding as he felt Mysterion's cock rubbing against his balls again.
"Yeah because I carry around a bottle of lube with me for just such occasions." Mysterion's voice rasped out.
The Coon felt his arms shiver slightly, and for a moment, somewhere deep in his mind, he thought he could hear a faint voice gasp out, 'Kenny would have.' But he ignored it, listening to the sound of Mysterion spitting onto something. The Coon felt the newly slickened cock against his entrance, and braced himself as the other boy began to slowly grind into him.
"Loosen up you fucking-" Mysterion's voice was harsh, but within seconds, he was balls deep inside of The Coon's tight body, his movements paused as he tried hard to relax himself. The Coon felt the cock twitch within his body, a hand sliding along his back as another rested itself against his hip. The nails digging into his skin were sharp, and a sudden feeling of the other hand pulling back on his hair made The Coon groan out, the cock forcing itself deeper into his body.
"Fuck!" The Coon yelled out when Mysterion pulled out slightly only to slam back in, making sure to tug tightly on The Coon's hair and hip.
"You're so tight." Mysterion hissed out, ramming his cock back into The Coon.
The Coon closed his eyes, feeling the pain swelling within his ass, yet quickly being accompanied by a feeling of bliss and excitement. The tension from Mysterion's cock was causing him to shiver again, and The Coon found himself rotating his hips onto the organ in order to get the other boy deeper within his body. "You're the fir-first." He whispered out, his eyes sliding open and his head leaning back in order to take in the sight of Mysterion looking back down at him.
There was a moment of pause from them both, and The Coon seemed to whimper as the organ stopped its movement in and out of his body. Mysterion seemed to adopt a new look on his face, his lips parted slightly, and his brown furrowing just below his eye hole's mask. "What about Toolshed?" He asked, and The Coon thought he picked up a small trace of a delicate voice.
"The-There's nothing going on…He-He was just showing me how to –to make you notice me more. I- I like you Mysterion." The Coon breathed out, his heart racing and his throat going dry. His hair was released and there was another pause before he had to rock his hips back in order to try and coax Mysterion into movement again. "Please keep going." The Coon rasped out in a needy voice.
Mysterion seemed to laugh, his hips moving out of The Coon, only to slam back in and earn a loud groan of pleasure from the boy on the bottom. "Good, so now you're my fuck toy." He hissed, and once more continued with a more vigorous pace, "And don't you forget it."
The Coon could feel the organ within his body moving faster and faster, the pace causing his entrance to sting slightly as balls knocked into his own. The slickened tunnel allowed Mysterion's organ to slide in with ease and speed as their rhythm continued. The Coon reached a hand around in order to grab his own cock, making sure to take a firm hold onto it and pumping it in time with the other's actions. His check rocked against the roof's hard surface, and The Coon was sure that he would have a mark there tomorrow, but for some reason he didn't much care. The cock inside of him was demanding his attention, and he parted his lips so that he could gasp again as he felt his cock spill with his climax.
Mysterion was huffing above him, chuckling lightly, "That's right, you love my cock inside you, don't you? Go on, make sure to tell me who's fucking you over really good now, Coon." He hissed, leaning over and taking hold of The Coon's chin and dragging him up at an angle.
The Coon leaned back, "Yo-you are, Mysterion." The boys rasped out, latching his lips onto the other's as Mysterion climaxed inside of his entrance, spilling over his own cock and filling The Coon's body up. A few more pumps and Mysterion was parting their kiss, ripping his tongue from The Coon's mouth and entrance.
"Your ass is leaking with my cum…" Mysterion said, The Coon panting as he tried to sit on his side to alleviate some of the pain in his ass. "You'll make sure that this doesn't happen with anyone else. You're mine now, Coon, and if I ever see you alone with Toolshed again, you can bet there will be one less superhero within our group." His voice was hard, and his threat seemed almost solid. However, The Coon couldn't help but shake from the excitement the words produced deep within his body.
"Yeah, Mysterion." The Coon said, a small smile pressing against his suddenly tired face. The sting on his cheek was starting to settle in, and Mysterion was already starting to put on his clothes, not really regarding The Coon as he sat there and caught his breath. "Toss me my pants." He said, swallowing through a dried throat.
"You won't need them; I'll be wanting to fuck you one more time before we leave here today." The voice was completely dark and blank, as if a statement of fact. Feeling a small ache in his ass, The Coon gave a small sigh, but was content with what Mysterion wanted.
The Coon was happy to be wanted by someone, especially if it was Mysterion.
End.
Request completed for: Cutegirly19, completed at: 1:45pm. Thank you again for your request, and hope that you've enjoyed this short story.
Began: 1/2/2013 8:21pm (First fic of the new year to be posted! Wootwoot!)
Finished: 1/4/2013 1:31pm
I'll measure the stick, and break the lash, to all of those who can outlast.
-D. D. Darkwriter