Some days, a gust of air was all it took for him to fall to his knees, to make him remember. Sometimes, it took nothing more than the stoic, eerie silence of his room. Everything reminded him of what was. It was harsh and cold, yet left him a state in which none could see the difference.

HIs hand trembled lightly around his pen, head ducked down with red curls hanging lazily in his eyes. The low lighting of his desk lamp shrouded him in somber forgetfulness, as though the essence of light itself evaded him. He felt alone and tired, left in the dark to suffer through it all. His script was careful and tedious, as had been his way for so long. But now was different than before. Now words had meaning, gave him the only life that he could reach towards.

His breath wrapped around each letter like a rhythmic tide washing over the blank canvas of a page. His fingers diligently scraped along the pages as he wrote; savoring it. Feeding on the worlds that they brought to him. Surviving on the memories that their stories told.

We cried together that day, he wrote. It was the first time since we were kids, the first time that we found one another in such a vulnerable state. He took a long, wavering breath, remembering that day in such vivid detail it flooded over him like a wool blanket. Covering him completely, barely giving the air to him that he needed for survival, but giving that extra ounce of unsettling comfort as it tightened around his heart. He told me that he was leaving, but I didn't believe him. I never could. He was immortal, at least he was to me. TO everyone else, maybe he was just a poor kid without a Hell's lick of a chance...but to me he'd make it. I guess this is one of those times where he was wrong, I wasn't smarter than I gave myself credit for. I was nothing more than a helpless child.

"You know, writing like that isn't good for you. I've told you this," a voice sang in his ear like the glorious chorus of a church choir rising from the pews. He closed his eyes and took a heavy, relieved breath.

"I know," he opened his eyes and looked into the bright blue counterparts of a boy on his windowsill. "I can't help myself."

A handsome smirk tugged onto the opposing face, a simple gesture that made his heart flutter. "Oh, Kyle," he laughed softly, hopping off the window and coming behind him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Kyle closed his eyes, letting the feeling of said hand linger on his clothed skin, the only sound echoing throughout the room being the steady, hard beating of his heart. "I miss you, Ken," he whispered, almost to himself so soft and desperate. So, so desperate for Kenny to hear the pleading in his voice, the cries for him to stay right behind him forever.

"Shh," Kenny rubbed his skin lightly, reaching up and curling a tendril of hair around his finger softly. The two of them remained in silence, a soft pitter of rain beginning to fall onto the window beside the boys. Kyle blinked open teary eyes, looking behind him at the handsome blonde looming over him, the dim lighting making his skin glow a rich shade.

"Ken...," he stood from his desk and got to his feet, watching the boy with unblinking eyes, terrified that looking away from him may result in his disappearance. And he never knew, the next loss may be the last. Kyle didn't want to take that chance.

Kenny heard everything his resounding silence said clearly, taking his hand and leading him to the bed, letting him sit down before taking a place next to him. "I know," he nodded, placing his hand against Kyle's cheek and letting him lean into his touch. Bright eyes turned dull as the redhead nuzzled against him, begging for more contact.

"Why?" Kyle whispered, eyes creaking open to look up at him in an exhausted glaze.

"You ask me every time," Kenny stroked his cheek lovingly. "And I don't know. But I'm here now, aren't I?"

"For now."

Silence fell between the two of them again, the rain picking up speed outside and to Kyle sounding like crashing waves against the house. Everything was sensitized to him now, everything seemed ten times more powerful than ever before, especially the hurt cascading through his chest. Kyle's deep green eyes locked into Kenny's, falling into the familiar trap of comfort and serenity, the one place where he ever felt that he could become lost in and never wish to return to the outside world. It'd been that way for a long time, he wished to keep it as such.

Kenny smiled at him crookedly, his lips thin and twitching slightly at the torrent of emotions soaring through the both of them. He leaned forward, placing his lips atop Kyle's and running his hand up softly through his hair. Kyle sighed happily, tasting the wonderfully reoccurring taste of cinnamon gum and cigarettes that always followed Kenny around.

They stayed together, tongues lapping at each other cautiously, knowing that the other welcomed it whole-heartedly, but a part of them raging inside for them doing this all over again. Kenny pulled away just a breath, whispering his name and sending Kyle into a spiral of heartbreak and bliss all at once.

Slim hands slid up Kenny's jeans over his zipper and the blonde arched at the sudden contact, watching Kyle as his eyes opened, begging him for another kiss. "Kyle, we don't have to-"

"Yes we do," he pleaded, eyes brimming and usually rock-solid demeanor wavering with each labored breath.

Kenny hesitated before leaning down and capturing the redhead's lips once again. His calloused fingers traced down Kyle's jeans, working to the button and quickly managing to undo the fabric. Kyle leaned up as Kenny worked his clothes down around his legs, sliding them off with a grace mirroring that of a prima ballerina and tossing them aside into a heap on the floor. Kenny's hands ghosted Kyle's thighs, feeling him quiver and whimper beneath him. He cupped his ass and brought him up closer, feeling him sit atop his own legs, half-hardened skin already pressing against his stomach. A heavy gulp escaped him as Kyle broke off the kiss and began slowly working down his neck and chin, nipping at his collarbone with the geniality of a kitten.

Kenny tightened his grip on Kyle's skin, fingertips digging into the flesh in divots as teeth slid down Kyle's neck in the lightest of grazes. "Kenny," Kyle whispered against his neck, his hips bucking down against the blonde's pantline. Kenny grunted in response, his own body jerking up against the slender form he held so tightly against himself. Kyle's hands shimmied down Kenny's back and waist, nervously shaking between excitement and the pure hurt he felt doing this. It felt dirty and unpure, but so needed.

His slim fingers undid Kenny's jeans in the same fashion as his own, reaching through the fabric of his boxes and wrapping his hand around the throbbing skin waiting for his touch, aching for it.

"Ung," Kenny breathed out as his lover's hand wrapped around him tighter, slowly and purposefully moving up and along his shaft. He knew what this was doing to Kyle, how much he was repulsed by this level of physical contact and yet so enticed and in love with the feeling it gave him. Knowing Kyle's whirlwind of thoughts gave him as much of a thrill as the actual touching itself more often than not.

"Ken..." Kyle whimpered, pushing up against him, brushing against his own hand and Kenny's skin for some friction.

Kenny pulled him closer, pushing their hips against one another and letting their gasps echo in the tiny bedroom as the heat between them was enough to light up a spark.

"Ask for it," he demanded, kissing along his pale skin. "Tell me what you want," he leaned up and whispered hotly into the shell of his ear. "Tell me Kyle."

"I want it," he cried out softly as Kenny's fingers brushed teasingly over his skin. "I need it, please, please, please!"

Kenny laughed warmly against his cheek, obliging with a firm hand and mimicking Kyle's actions atop his own flesh. They moaned together, hips rutting for more friction, lips and tongues colliding against one another in a frenzy. They knew this wouldn't last, they knew that everything would fall to pieces once more after all of it was over. But the heartache always seemed to be worth it. Worth the closeness, worth the love and the drive. Worth everything they put their souls in to in the heat of the moment.

Minutes rode on of Kyle seated atop Kenny's lap, his bare skin chaffing against the denim of the blonde's jeans, but he paid no attention, didn't even notice it as his mind focused on the heat building in his body, the tightness that began to sit in the pit of his gullet. His entire body seem to curl into itself as he felt Kenny tensing all the same, both of them panting and clawing at each other with their free hands.

"Kenny...," Kyle let out a long whine as a thumb glided over his slit, marking over the tip of him in a light layer of precum.

Kenny said no words, merely kissed and bit and suckled at his skin. A particularly hard nip forced Kyle to throw his head back and let out a long moan. Sweat beaded along the edges of auburn hair, turning their hue into a deep scarlet to match the heavy blush coating the young boy's face. Kenny watched his throat convulse as he gasped for air, teeth latched to the skin as he suckled a deep purple mark onto his ivory skin. He pulled back, gritting his teeth as Kyle looked down at him with desperate, needy eyes.

"Shhh," he motioned, speeding his wrist and feeling Kyle writhe against him, pulsating his body into his hand like it was made for him and only for him. It was sloppy, it was a bit clumsy and rather unorthodox, but to them, it was perfect. Kyle's body nearly went still before a few soft meowls escaped him and he exploded onto the front of Kenny's shirt with a long, mesmerizing moan.

Kenny grunted as Kyle's hand sped up in the thrill of his adrenaline before he shot forward, biting hard into Kyle's shoulder and quivering as the fruits of their labor finally spilled out onto the peak of Kyle's stomach shown by his riding shirt.

They panted, Kenny's strength giving out and collapsing backwards with Kyle on top of him. He rolled him over beside him and pulled him close, the coolness of their cum settling in on each of them, feeling a rush of excitement and relief falling onto them like autumn leaves.

It was a rather long time before words finally breached the surface. "Kenny..."

"Yeah?"

"Don't go," the tiny voice whispered beneath wavy wisps of curled red hair.

Kenny merely petted his head, kissing his forehead tenderly. He had no response for the boy, nothing came to mind. He let them stew there in the quiet a while longer, nothing more than the sound of rain and of his fingers gently rushing through the boy's hair.

"I love you," Kenny whispered finally, clinging onto the boy with all he could, both of them closing their eyes as they fell into one another's warmth and comfort. It was all either could ask for, and all that they both knew that they could receive.

Kyle awoke with a start, finding himself passed out atop his sheets. A quick glance of the clock revealed it was two am, and a look downwards showed that he was fully dressed.

His eyes drooped and his heart seemed to melt into oblivion. It happened again. Every night for the past three months it had happened. He gulped, feeling his neck in the spots that he could still feel burning. No pain at the touch, no indication of any kinds of markings. Absolutely nothing.

Nothing but him and the silent air around him; taunting him, teasing him.

The boy sat up in the dim lighting, tears welling up in his jade eyes and a heavy sniffle escaping his throat against his will.

His view landed on his notebook, sitting as he left it atop his desk. With a heavy heart and a wavering step, he forced himself up off the bed and mindlessly towards it. He sat down, grabbing his pen in his shaking fingers and gulping.

It happened again, he wrote. It felt so real, just like every other time. It's like he's here. With me. I know it makes me sound crazy. Everyone thinks I am to begin with, but this just makes it worse. It makes the pain last eternally. I can't move on like he told me I would have to...

He looked out the window at the bright moonlight, patters of rain splashing in harmonious discord for his viewing.

Like his words, the rain wrapped around every emotion he could carry, drowning them in a melody of sound and cleansing purity. Like he and Kenny, they all came down to Earth together, but eventually they came apart at the very foundations which once made them whole.

Kyle sighed, closing his book and continuing to stare out the window out into the unforgiving nature before him. He knew what his dreams meant, he knew what Kenny meant to him. And he knew that, in the end, the rainstorm of his heart would never, ever cease.