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Chapter Four – My Lying Hero

Kenny's POV~

"Hey Kev, can you watch her tonight?" I ask, pointing down to girl clusthing at my hand. She looked up at me a little confused but decided to stay quiet.

"'m goin' out tonight with some people from werk."

"Please? I can guaranty you Karen'll be much funner to hang out with. And I'm sure your liver agrees."

Kevin glanced over at Karen and me with mild interest as we walked toward our piece of shit house. After I got out of school, Kevin and I thought it would be a good idea to take Karen to the library. Anything was better than sitting in the rickety old shack we called a house. Karen had quite the stack of books checked out after our visit that she somehow convinced Kevin to carry. I had actually gotten a book myself. Whether I was going to read it or not was a different story.

"Why the fuck do you want me to watch her tonight? Where are you planning on going?"

"Out."

"Where?" Karen mumbled, staring up at me with her water blue eyes.

"I really want to spend the night at a friend's house before our parents get home." I told her reassuringly. She tended to just assume the worst. She never really forgot the one time the cops brought me home for "prostitution" and "minor in possession".

Crime in South Park was always a little more intense when my drug dealing parents were around which was one of the reasons I never got to spend a lot of time with Craig. I loved him but the town really did need me. Plus I would never forgive myself if he got hurt again from my lack of heroing.

She nodded and looked up at the eldest of the three of us. Fluttering her long eyelashes and pouting lightly she begged, "Kev, we never really hangout anymore just us. Please just this one night?"

Kevin looked down at our sister with a look of contemplation on his face. A sigh escaped his chapped lips as he gazed upon the adorable girl. She always knew just how to get at us, melt our hearts until we did exactly what she said. McCormick charm I guess.

"Sure Kare-bear. I'll watch ya for the night."

.O.O.O.

Craig's POV~

An exasperated groan passed my lips as I glared at the trigonometry book. Seriously, who gave a fuck about stupid triangles! Fuck Pascal's triangle, fuck radians, and fuck Sin, Cos, and Tan. No one needed this shit!

With a loud growl, I flung the book and all my papers onto the floor. Resting my head in my arms on my desk, I proceeded to think about how fucking pointless Trig was. It would never benefit me to know how to do it, right? I mean fuck, I had one and a half years of high school left, than I was off to some college somewhere to study something not math related. Preferably photography. So tell me Mr. Jacobson, when the fuck is trigo-fucking-nometry going to be of any help to me post-graduation? Uh hu… never… That's what I thought.

Suddenly, I felt something pressing down on the top of my head. It felt like an elbow. A loud sigh erupted from above me as whoever was in my room prepared to speak.

"Such delight you must be to have in class. I envy your teachers, Tucker." A gravelly, familiar voice sarcastically uttered.

A small, excited smirk appeared on my hidden lips.

"At least I don't skip class to go fuck a poor, innocent student in an abandoned bathroom."

I could feel a soft chuckle burst forth from the others chest which was now pressed right up against the part of my back that wasn't covered by the chair I was sitting in.

"Last I checked you were the one who went searching for a good fuck instead of sitting through class."

I sat up abruptly, pushing the person back and off me. Turning around in my swizzle chair I looked up at my masked hero. An all knowing smirk tugged at his lips. His purple clad arms were crossed over the green M on his equally purple chest. His breath taking eyes were glued to my own and his lithe body leaned onto one leg as he stood there in front of me.

"I didn't go looking for you, you fucking jumped me."

His smirk grew wider as he lessoned the space between us. My breath hitched slightly as his nose bumped up against my own.

"You let me." He mumbled before he pushed his lips to mine lovingly.

I kissed back, wrapping my arms around his neck as I did so. Hesitantly, Mysterion pulled back just enough to smile at me. His arms wrapped around my waist securely, pulling me up to my feet so I was eye level, or almost eye level with him. One inch really isn't all that much of a difference though. And besides, sometimes I liked being taller.

"Are your parents going to be home tonight?" He asked softly. He always asked this in the fear of being caught I presume. Luckily for us my parents and sister are all fucking useless and uninterested in what I'm up to. My father, or as I liked to call him, homophobic fuckass, worked late and normally got home at about nine. My mother was always off somewhere. My little sister who I couldn't care less about normally just locked herself I her room or stayed at a friend's.

"Yeah. Ruby's in her room. My parents will be home later."

"Fuck," he grumbled before blurting out, "I'm spending the night tonight."

I looked at him with a look of confusion and excitement. Did I really just hear what I thought I did? Mysterion had never stayed the night. He always fucking left right after we had sex. Now… Now he was staying. My heart skipped a beat at the idea of us holding each other tightly as we slept. Oh dear lord… did I really just think that? Fuck, I'm turning into such a pansy ass fag. Thank you so much Mysterion.

"Seriously?" I questioned, a little skeptical. I was almost too good to be true.

"Seriously. I'm off duty tonight for babysitting and crime stopping. I'm all yours."

This time, I couldn't help but let the small blush creep onto my face as a very rare smile spread across my usually monotonous face. He smirked up at me from my obviously faggy expression. Quickly trying to cover it up I added, "Whatever. You're helping me with my math homework though."

"Fine but on one condition."

"Hm?" A mischievous glint appeared in his oceanic eyes. Fuck, I think my heart just stopped in fear.

"I'm topping tonight."

.O.O.O.

He collapsed next to me on the bed breathlessly. I shivered a little, already missing the closeness and warmth of his touch. Carefully, I tried to turn toward him. A sharp pain ran up my spine at the slow movement.

"AH! Fuck!" I groaned in agony.

An airless chuckle broke out of the masked figure next to me. I glared at Mysterion in irritation. He could just shut the fuck up. My mother fucking body wasn't use to having someone shove their cock up its ass. I wasn't him. I wasn't use to bottoming.

Mysterion turned his gaze sideways at me. Another fucking chuckle escaped his lips as he turned on his side to face me. Slowly, I felt his arms wrap around me and pull me flush against his damp chest. I nuzzled against him finding the warmth I had been missing. I could feel him pressing his face into my hair. A small sigh was audible from him.

"I love you." He mumbled into my raven hair.

"I love you too."

"I don't want to go to sleep yet."

"We could go watch a movie in the living room. Everyone else is asleep."

"Kay."

He pressed a kiss to my head before he pulled away. Cautiously, I sat up only to be met with the pain in my ass again. Fuck, I wouldn't have let him take control if I would have known how bad it hurt afterward. Fucking asshole.

Slowly, I stood up and shuffled to my dresser. Quickly I slipped my castoff boxers back on. Mysterion, being the completely mobile asshole he was had already clothed himself in his boxers and my earlier discarded T-shirt. His mask and hood remained perfectly in place. Reaching inside my monochromatically blue dresser, I pulled out a pair of pajama pants and another T-shirt for myself. Redressing hastily, I turned back around to find Mysterion leaning against my door holding my Red Racer blanket. Carefully, I made my way over to him. He wrapped and arm around me and slowly led us to the living room. I guess he was trying to make sure my ass wouldn't hurt. How fucking touching. All sarcasm aside, it actually really was.

"What do you want to watch?" He asked as I cautiously sat down on the couch. He was standing in front of the small case of DVDs we owned right next to the TV.

"I don't care."

"Toy Story it is then."

I inwardly groaned at the mention of the child's movie. Being one of the only movies my family had growing up, it was over played to me. Secretly though, I still loved it.

After popping the disk into the DVD player, Mysterion sat down next to me and wrapped the blanket around us. He cuddled right up against me as the movie began to play. I let my arm drape across his shoulders in what I hoped would be a loving act. He let out a barely audible sigh of contentment which satisfied me. Tonight couldn't get any better.

.O.O.O.

An hour or so later, Mysterion was softly snoring with his arms wrapped tightly around my waist. I swear to god, he was the cutest thing when he was asleep. About as cute as Stripe was.

… And once again, I am thinking like a complete fag.

My attention had left the movie a while ago when I first heard my hero's soft snores begin. Since then, I couldn't keep my eyes off of him. He looked so peaceful and beautiful. The way the TV light hit him made his features look softer than usual. Suddenly something occurred to me. He was asleep. Totally off guard and… who really was Mysteroin?

I bit my lip as I continued to stare down at the vigilante. It would be so simple. All I had to do was pull his hood back a little or his mask down. I could easily fix either of the two stupid articles of fabric that hid his true identity. It was literally that fucking easy. I could find out the true identity of the person I loved. So simple… Wait, what was I thinking? How could I even begin to think about betraying Mysterion's trust like that? If he wanted me to know, he would have told me god damnit, right? Yeah… Then again, what if this was all one big trick? What if he didn't love me and that's why his identity had to remain a secret from me?

I shook my head in an attempt to rid myself of such terrible thoughts. Of course Mysterion loved me… I thought. There was no way around this was there?

Tentatively, I reached for his purple hood. My hand was shaking as I did so. I thought I was also holding my breath as well. Squeezing my eyes shut, I gripped the edge of the hood and slid it back. I couldn't look. I couldn't fucking do this. I didn't know if I was scared of who he could possibly be or excited. I really needed to open my eyes and just get this over with. I'd have to open them anyway to fix his hood. Maybe it wouldn't be that bad. Maybe I was just over reacting. Finally, I forced my eyes open.

Blonde. Mysterion was blonde. There were only a few blondes in my class and judging by the rest of Mysterion's behaviors and habits that must mean that…

I shut my eyes again and held my breath, praying to god that Mysterion was NOT who I thought he was. I opened my eyes again only to be met with the same blonde head of hair that could only belong to the person I hated the most, Kenny fucking McCormick. Fuck, this couldn't be happening to me. It was so obvious the entire time! How the fuck didn't I figure it out? The family issues, the stupid jokes, his fucking eyes, everything was so fucking obvious and yet I just refused to believe it.

I could feel my stomach turning inside me at just the thought of everything we had done, everything we had been through, how much I actually thought I liked him. It made me sick. How could I have ever loved someone like him! He was probably only using me for sex anyway the, fucking whore.

In pure disgust, I pulled his hood back up. I couldn't do this. No way could I ever love him, but, I couldn't tell him that I knew either. For some fucked up reason, I didn't want to hurt him. I guess my mind still hadn't separated the two yet. I guess the carelessness of his stupid disguise must have woke him up or something. McCormick yawned softly against my chest and removed his arms from around me to rub at his eyes. He hazily looked up at me with his watery blue eyes as a lazy smile spread across his lips.

"Did I pass out?" He asked in his fake voice.

I nodded, looking back up at the TV to see the movie had ended.

"I think it's time for bed." I said more to myself then him. Maybe in the morning I would wake up and find out this was all just one fucked up nightmare.

"Kay." He mumbled, kissing me on the cheek.

I flinched at his fake act of affection. That fucking liar.

A look of confusion passed over his face at this.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing." I mumbled, standing up and turning the TV off. When I turned back around, Kenny, or should I say "Mysterion" was staring at me with more confusion. He was still wrapped up in my blanket which made him look insanely weak and adorable. Seriously brain, have you not figured out this is the man slut McCormick yet? I mentally cursed myself and made my way back to my bedroom, not even really checking to see if he was following. Part of me hoped he wasn't. He could sleep outside for all I cared anymore. I heard footsteps behind me though so I guess he must have gotten up.

I collapsed in bed with a loud sigh. I officially hated my life. I could feel the bed shift as McCormick laid down next to me. The blanket from earlier was still wrapped around him as he faced me. A questioning, worried look still showed through his mask. I turned to face him fully. Why was he so confused? Why did I even care? Oh wait, I didn't.

Cautiously, he reached across the bed and touched my cheek. The feeling was warm and comforting. I let my eyes close as he slowly ran his thump over my cheek. Suddenly, an image of McCormick ran through my brain. I pulled away from his touch as fast as I could, my eyes shooting open to stare at him, my "hero." He pulled his hand back quickly, an obvious look of hurt hitting his vibrant blue eyes.

I glared at him for a second for being so stupid. He seriously thought he could trick me. Well fuck him. I rolled over so I was facing away from him. It was silent for a few moments before I heard a sigh echo through my dark room. I just wanted this horrible night to be over.

I felt my mattress move under me as McCormick curled up in a ball, his hands brushed against my back, (I shifted away from his touch) as he curled up in a ball.

"I love you Craig." He said in his normal voice. McCormick's voice. His words sounded so genuine, so real, it was hard to believe that they weren't. It caught me of guard to hear him say those words in his everyday voice. Did he really take me for such a fool to not see through his lies? I scoffed at his feeble words.

"Whatever." I grumbled back.