a/n: If you want to write Kevin's part, just ask me, Kevin's stories were written by, Madi, Brooke and Emika :D Brooke's Livejournal is visualkeiwhore, so, if you want to see the entire story, go over there it's on it.

Chapter 2

"As I child, I realized that all I wanted was to be able to fly. I soon discovered that, for this to happen, I would need wings. When it became evident that I would not grow them, despite the spark of hope ignited from my bony shoulder blades, I knew I would have to make my own. My arms alone weren't sufficient, no matter how hard I flapped or how high I jumped. Shortly thereafter I discovered that paper was as useless as gluing feathers to my arms. Cloth, although creating a pleasingly dramatic effect, was also out of the question. So why were birds clever enough to grow their own lovely pair of wings when all of my efforts were in vain? I would have asked them, but whenever I drew near they would take off. Unwilling to share their secrets, mocking me in my failures. That same year, my mother brought home a pair of cockatiels. I asked them what their secret was.

They wouldn't say."

I heard Kevin's voice, but my eyes wouldn't open to see where his body had stood. He must have been reading something he wrote, something somebody wrote, maybe it was in his little gay stories he was slowly falling in love with. Well, as long as it wasn't me. I wasn't gay…or so I had to keep telling myself.

I heard another voice after Kevin had spoken, it sounded like Charm, or some female. She was reading as well, another chapter or part of the story that seemed just as…the same malicious intent as Kevin was causing me.

"I'm wandering again; lost, and trying to find myself, trying to discover why my demeanor attracts them. Suddenly, a hand is reaching out – reaching towards me, - and I don't know what compelled me to act upon bodily impulses, but I was soon mimicking the other, reaching out to grasp at it. The organ encaged inside of my chest began to push rapidly against its confinements as the desperation grew within me – this was my chance to relieve the shell of my beings from the heavy burdens a game called 'life' weighed upon it. But then the hand stopped a mere centimeter from my finger tips, and a small whimper escaped my lips in the faintest of syllables as reality found its way through the air of false hope that had settled around me."

"I swear, how do you come up with these things?" The girl spoke, as the kettle had finally went off, allowing me to open my eyes in a bitter surprise at lights in the living room had turned on, only to blind me.

"I was born to write…" Kevin said, with a bit of a sigh and sounding rather tired. "But, If I give each character their own little profile; Jin with his wondering past of life and reality, and Calin with his wishes to fly, only to become an angel…then everything will work out fine."

I sat up, turning to Kevin and rubbing my eyes.

"Hey, sleepyhead." It was Charm talking and looking over at me. "Did you draw….anything…?" She moved over to where I was sitting.

"A few things…I had the desire to draw demons…"

The demons were part of my nightmare. Where, I was being overcome by them. Me, an angel; one of the highest priorities in the characters mind. To not become a fallen, a sinned one.

Yet, the picture itself reflected a demon torturing such an angel, bound and gagged to a wall. To my dismay, it was what Kevin wanted; just didn't seem very interested in it since he was wavering around the kitchen in performance of his need for sleep.

Charm had picked up what she was reading, flipping through a few pages and her eyes catching sight of another part of it.

"Once I was satisfied with the damage I had caused my facial features, I released the tight grip I didn't even realize I had on the medical knife, ears deaf to the clinking sound of metal hitting marble non-too gently as I stumbled away from the mirror that seemed to haunt me now, mocking me as it reflected what I had stupidly done to myself, but I ignored the feelings of annoyance – the mirror hand won again. It always won, didn't it? But this time I was determined to redeem myself for all the times I had let the mirror take over my conscience, giving it a smirk before I fell to the floor, half in the bathroom and half in the hallway of my apartment.

That was when I noticed a pair of feet running in my direction, accompanied with a panicked voice. My eyes widened slightly at the acknowledgement of your presence and I immediately relaxed my aching body. My face burned like a bitch, but I pushed it aside, choosing to rule out the consequences of my outlandish actions as a small smile spread across my aching lips, lids curtaining my eyes from seeing your beautiful face contorted with concern, horror, and disbelief laced together into one form of panic. Even though I knew I would most likely not live through this night, I was at ease with myself for the first time in what felt like forever.

Because, my dear, your porcelain doll is finally irreparable."

"…Please stop…" I said, getting up and almost falling back over to where I was two seconds ago. "You're started to give me a headache and I just woke up."

Kevin moved across the room, handing Charm a cup of tea, and giving me the one that was left in his other hand. He seemed awfully quiet, compared to last night, and what he had tried to do…If only it was out of my mind and I didn't have to remember that such a creepy guy had been touching me at one point. It only made me glare at him.

Charm gave a smile as she sat down to where I once was, moving a blanket that I never noticed was there before. Kevin might have put it on me, or just Charm herself. Kevin was back in the kitchen, and I found myself hovering over a new page in her hand, one that read out like a sex scene, and I really didn't want to be stuck reading it, so I adverted my eyes over to Kevin who was smoking a cigarette when he moved back over to us.

"When is the book coming out?" I felt like I needed to change the conversation to something else.

"End of this month…" He inhaled, then blew the smoke out through his nose and mouth.

"That's really bad for you…" I crossed my arms as Charm had put her cup down.

"I'll quit when I die." He took Charms seat when she got up with the papers and folders, blowing smoke in my face which made me push him over and pout.

"I'm going to head back to the office and edit this out. I'll call you later, and send you of the edited version when I get a chance this weekend." She grabbed her coat off of the coat hanger and left the place.

It was quiet for a few minutes, and the musky scent of soap and cigarettes was the only thing surrounding Kevin, and since he moved back over, sitting even closer to me

"Hey…Kevin?"

"Yeah?"

My eyes spotted something on the table, something that wasn't there last night, but just reading some of it…something I wish I hadn't done since Kevin didn't seem effected that I had it in my hands.

"Fuck, Kevin. ." You whine, legs wrapped around my waist, moving with the rhythm of my lusty thrusts.

I have you pushed against the wall, one hand steadying us against it while the other pumped your length.

Your legs tighten around my waist, subconsciously forcing me fully inside of you. I groan into your mouth to muffle my obvious pleasure at the action. Seemingly pleased by my response, you attempt to do so again - only this time, I was prepared.

Using strength, I overpower your tired limbs and you pout cutely. A smirk grows on my face as I hear your barely audible whimper.

"You want more, don't you?"

When I receive no answer, I squeeze your cock lightly, earning a strangled cry silenced by my mouth.

"You want it deeper and deeper. . ."

Your eyes seem to roll in the back of your head as you find the meaning to my words, whimpering quietly and pushing gently on my waist in encouragement.

Slipping my tongue back into your sweet cavern, I shove my cock further into your body; pounding in faster - deeper and deeper.

I can feel it. You can feel it. We're close, but I'm intent on making you cum first. Picking up the pace on your cock, feelings intensify, your eyes widen and you explode; spraying sticky sweetness on your stomach and chest.

You still, leaning against me for support. Right hand leaving your spent length, I move it to the other side of the wall.

Just a little more and --

"F-fuck" I mumble, releasing my climax, filling you with my all.

"How the hell can you write these things?" Now I was even more uncomfortable…

"Let's see, by fantasying about a cute little boy and his experiences with me? No one knows I'm the author, so I can write whatever I damn well please…even if it'll take your virginity to see it my way."

Kevin pushed the cigarette into the ashtray, letting the fire die and then, taking the paper from Ben. "What else is on here…?" He skimmed through it, not too much more about sex but rather the relationship persuing.

"Kevin!"

"Oh, you just love shouting my name, don't you Benji-baby." He laughed at himself, getting up and leaving me flustered, I could feel the bright red over my face. "Get back to work, you don't want a repeat of yesterday, do you?"

And deep inside, I probably would of wanted to, but It was the fact I knew I wasn't gay...or once again, like I was trying to tell myself.