A.N- Sorry I didn't update last week. I just, could not bring myself to write.

But thank you those who reviewed and motivated me to do so this week.

I don't know whether this is a reward or punishment, but here's some smut.

And that's a warning.

Hope you enjoy~

Chapter Six: About Last Night…

The morning light that shone through the large window tickled Kyle's toes, making the redhead wake up to realise that he had fallen asleep against the door. He let out one long breath, and as he inhaled, all the thoughts he lost while he was asleep began to leak into his empty mind again.

'Kyle!'

The voice echoed in his head.

'No!'

Damn, fuck. He thought he had forgotten about that. He had forgotten everything that happened after that so why couldn't he have forgotten that? Kenny's voice, his arm that pushed him out of the way of the gunshot that fired the next moment. But everything after that was hazy, no, it was a complete blank that erupted a headache in his head when he tried to think about it. He probably hit his head on the ground when Kenny pushed him out of the way of the bullet.

Yes… Kyle slid his fingers that were tugging on his thumping head. Kenny had saved him… So he received a life in exchange of a headache, what a bargain.

But then there was that one question… Was Kenny alive? Or did he finally die yesterday, saving Kyle's life…

Kyle's body froze at the thought; he felt a cold, painful chill shoot through his body. How hypocritical… after trying to kill him so many times he felt sick at the thought that Kenny might have died saving his life? He was able to deal killing someone as a job but couldn't deal with someone dying for him personally? Or was it…

No. That, that could not be. Kyle feeling emotions? And because what, someone stupidly saved his life? A worthless life? A life that didn't exist?

Him feeling guilt for being saved?

Kyle's vibrant emerald eyes were nothing but a dim shade of green as he stared at the floor as if in denial that the ground still existed under his feet.

Please don't be dead… the prayer echoed inside Kyle's head. Don't be dead…

Kyle's eyes flung wide open as he swang his head up, showing the vibrant emeralds they usually lit up in. He took out his mobile phone and pressed the buttons frantically as he repeated those three words in his head.

Don't be dead…

Kyle prayed.

Don't be dead so I can kill you myself.

.

Kyle's breath was deep and desperate. He didn't take the bus, not being able to stand even a second of waiting still, and so he ran instead. A question he pretended to not ask himself as he ran, was: why was he acting so desperately?

The wind stopped blowing in his face and Kyle realised that his feet had reached their destination. Kyle was standing in front of Kenny's apartment, his quick breath slowly calming down as he stared at the front door. He was slow and tense as he drew his knuckles to the door, the haste he felt a second ago now climbed into its shell. But he knocked, and once was enough.

The door flew open instantly, almost hitting Kyle on the nose on the way, and revealed a shockingly flustered face frozen in mid-pant. Yet, despite that, Kyle put a smile onto his lips and opened his mouth to greet, 'Hey Ken—'

He was silenced in shock. Long arms shot at him and wrapped around his frail body hiding under his large coat, making Kyle tense every muscle in alarm.

'Oh Scar, thank god!' Kenny's soft voice entered him, and finally Kyle realised the gentleness and the warmth of the arms securing him in their hold. 'Thank god you're alright. Thank fucking god you're okay.'

The tension in Kyle's body slowly began to drift away as Kenny's words caressed him, the tension, along with the fake smile he stitched onto his mouth a moment ago. And Kyle's hands relaxed down onto the back of the man that was holding him firmly.

'You know… I should be the one saying that to you.' Kyle murmured, his words making Kenny undo his tight hold on the redhead to let him look into his face. 'I'm so glad you're alive…'

It wasn't a lie. It was the truth. Kyle was relieved from the bottom of his heart that Kenny didn't sacrifice his life to save a heartless killer. Yes, even for Kyle's "emotionless" standards that would be a little too tragic.

Kenny finally put his usual smile on his agitated lips and pulled Kyle into the house by his hand. Kyle glanced at the small connection briefly, then looked up at the back of Kenny's messy blond head with cool eyes. He hadn't counted on sharing such a thrilling experience with Kenny, a future victim, as he did the previous night. He hadn't count on Kenny developing anything emotional towards him.

'Well, unlike yesterday night Stan's at school,' Kenny said, finally letting go of Kyle's hand once they climbed up the stairs and entered the living room, 'So we've got the whole house to our selves.'

Kyle twitched the edges of his mouth in a smile as he hung his baggy coat on the back of the dining chair. He knew that he should be happy with that information, but his mind was a little preoccupied to be glad about Stan's absence. The thoughts were returning, the thoughts that were whispering in his head since the previous night…

He needed answers.

'Kenny,' Kyle asked, taking a slip of the glass of water he didn't ask for, but desperately needed. 'Can we talk?'

'About last night?'

Kyle nodded, placing his cup on the dining table and leaning against the timber. Kenny blinked as he waited patiently for Kyle to continue.

'It's about the name you called me when that… Dick got me. You didn't call me by my name, you called me by something else.' His words began to speed up towards the end, but then he gulped silently before finishing, 'You called me Kyle.'

The redhead was staring straight into Kenny's icy-blue orbs, not an inch of him fidgeting from anxiety anymore.

'Kyle,' Kyle repeated, 'or something…'

Being stared by Kyle's strong emeralds, Kenny's eyes were wide and un-blinking, as if he couldn't believe Kyle's words.

'Did I?'

Kyle nodded.

'Why?' The question was simple, yet for a second Kyle doubted that he would get an answer by the way Kenny gaped, wide-eyed. That was, until Kenny released the tension in his eyes, sighed deeply, and leaned against the dining table right beside Kyle, until he opened his mouth.

'I had this friend once. A very, important friend to me, but I haven't seem him for like, seven years now. It's like he's a ghost, you know? He's been impossible to contact. My brain says that I'll probably never see him again, but deep down, I believe he isn't gone… Or maybe that's just what I want to believe.' Kenny tilted his chin to his shoulder and looked at Kyle with a weak smile. 'His name was Kyle. Kyle Broflovski.'

Kyle's heart thumped, as if in response to Kenny's call of his real name.

'And so why… Why would you call me that?'

'Because you remind me of him…' Kenny chuckled, then shock his head at his words. The deepness in Kenny's words, the emotion in his voice, and the colour of his eyes as he talked seemed to drown Kyle in their intensity. It was difficult to breathe under such unidentifiable pressure. 'I can show you, you know?'

Kenny led Kyle through the narrow corridor. There was one room to the left, two to the right, and at the end there was a window that let in the light of the dim cloudy sky. The only door to the left was where Kenny entered and closed the door behind Kyle.

'Here,' Kenny said, taking a photo frame from the window ledge at the other side of the room.

'You keep a photograph of him?' Kyle felt bewildered as he took the frame into his hands.

'Of us. It's a photograph of our gang in elementary.'

Four boys stared up at him from the frame, all smiling their innocent childhood smiles. They were all holding each other's shoulders. Kyle forgot when it was from, but he could tell that the children were happy, even if they were covered in snow.

Kyle remembered the photograph. He had the exact one of his own, probably still sitting on his desk at his parents' house in South Park if they had kept it. But Kyle wouldn't blame them if they hadn't; it had been years since they even contacted, and Kyle had no plans of doing so in the future.

'The one standing between Stan and me, the one with the green ushanka, is Kyle,' Kenny stated, pointing to the grinning boy wrapping his arms around the brunet and the blond. But there was no emotion as he stared into the boy's shining emerald eyes smiling in the picture. He couldn't remember who he was; he was a stranger, they all were.

Not moving his eyes from the photograph, Kyle slowly placed himself on Kenny's unmade bed, sinking into the mattress as the child continued to smile happily at him.

'He looks nothing like me…' Kyle muttered.

'Really?' Kenny took a spot beside Kyle on the bed. The redhead finally looked up from the frame to stare into Kenny's soft eyes.

'Really. And of course he doesn't…' Kyle shrugged, giving the photograph back to the blond, without looking into the questioning icy-orbs. 'We are completely different people.'

Kenny exhaled deeply as he listened to Kyle's words and looked at the boy in the photograph. And then he got up to his feet to place the photo frame back to its position on the window ledge.

'Can I ask you one last question?' Kyle asked softly as he heard the small contact of the frame to the ledge.

'Sure.'

Kenny drew back the white curtain of the window, hiding the photograph behind it as he did. The light of the cloudy sky turned a tone darker, the softness now calming Kyle's slightly quickening heart.

'Why did you save my life?' Kyle got to his feet and followed Kenny's steps to beside the window, walking straight up to the blond to stare into the widened blue eyes. 'Why would you risk yourself for me?'

With their bodies so close to touching, Kyle could hear Kenny's breath, subtly quickening along with the beat of his heart. It made his question deepen, Why risk stopping that breath for a person like Scar?

But, to Kyle's surprise, Kenny's breath calmed, bringing a warm smile along with it.

'I would risk my life for you any time, Scar.'

'Why? We only met a few times. We hardly know each other…'

'But it feels like I've known you all my life,' Kenny's long fingers brushed against Kyle's pale cheek. 'I will die a million times if it meant that I could save your life.'

The warmth. The voice. The gaze. His existence was overwhelming, but strangely it didn't crush him. It merely brushed him with the gentleness of the caressing of fingers, barely even possible to feel its touch. What gentle devastation.

Kyle's hands flowed up to Kenny's neck, thumbs softly cupping the jaw, and he carefully pulled his face down. Their lips connected. Kyle closed his eyes and kissed Kenny deeply, sharing his warmth, his touch, something he had never done before on the job, something he had never done to someone in a long time. He didn't move against Kenny's surprised lips, and it amazed the blond with how such a still kiss could be so deep.

But it ended, yet astonishingly, the sensation stayed.

'What was that for?' the blond whispered, breathless.

Kyle didn't look into Kenny's eyes that were gazing at him. His pale hand slipped away from Kenny's neck and softly grasped the fabric of his orange sweatshirt as he stared at the blond's beating chest.

'It's for saving my life.'

Kyle's voice was heavy, weighed down by the truth of his words he tasted on his tongue. But in contrast to the weight of it, his answer received a chuckle.

'God, I'd definitely risk my life again for you if I could get a kiss like that.'

To that, Kyle chuckled as well, one quiet sound that could barely reach one's ear, and shook his head, lips returning back to a frown.

'Don't ever do it again.'

Kyle finally looked up and met Kenny's eyes. His flirtatious smile of Scar was gone, and what existed was the truth that he always hid: abysmal darkness, a bottomless pit. Kenny could not see the emptiness in Kyle's eyes, not like what the redhead saw in the mirror. What he saw instead was the ocean, a wide, beautiful, undiscovered ocean.

Fingers slid behind Kyle's neck and broke the eye contact between the blond and the redhead. The next second, Kyle's unsuspected lips were sealed with Kenny's. It wasn't a kiss like before, not just a gentle, yet deep connection, but it was heat, it was desire. Kenny moved against Kyle's lips, wanting to discover more of the redhead in front of him. He drew out his tongue and licked the tips of Kyle's lips for approval, and slowly, as reality began to settle in, Kyle obliged and opened his mouth.

The heat… Kenny's tongue burned against Kyle's, almost uncomfortably so as Kenny fought for dominance inside Kyle's mouth. Kyle fought back, grasping the chest of Kenny's shirt to push him back and trap him against the wall. But before Kyle could claim victory, the redhead was pushed backward himself, fingers slipping out of their dominant grip on Kenny as he fell back into the bed behind him. The blankets puffed up into the air, catching Kyle in their soft arms, only dying too quickly as the mattress squeaked under the sound of Kenny's weight joining in.

Their lips met again on the bed, only briefly before Kenny trailed down away from Kyle's mouth and up his jaw to nibble on his ear. A surprising shudder shot through Kyle's unsuspected body, making his muscles tense as Kenny's tongue travelled down again on his thin neck. The blond chuckled softly on Kyle's skin as he noticed the tension in the redhead's body desperately keeping the man silent of any embarrassing voices hiding behind his pursed lips. With a grin, staring at Kyle's closed eyes, Kenny slid his hand underneath the baggy shirt and pinched the pink skin perked on Kyle's chest. An uncontrollable gasp of pain escaped Kyle's mouth, but relaxed into a breath of pleasure as Kenny continued to caress him gently.

'Take your clothes off,' Kenny whispered and rubbed his clothed crotch against Kyle's hip once.

Emerald eyes opened, and then thinned coldly. So this was it. This was the moment Kyle always waited for, the moment when he could bare himself and finish the job. Slit the victim and catch their blood on his naked body and then wash it all away…

Kyle's hands grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled the fabric off his head, making his red curls bounce as he flung it away. Kenny smiled and watched, hands automatically taking off Kyle's boots and socks as assistance to Kyle's stripping. The skin revealed on Kyle's chest and stomach was even whiter and smoother than he had imagined, tightly wrapped around the fragile construction of the shoulders, chest, ribs, stomach… every inch shown. But his staring eyes finally blinked as the sound of the zipper being pulled down entered his ears. The second sock slipped off of Kyle's foot and Kyle carefully raised his hips into the air to pull the hard jeans off his slender hips, down his thighs and kicking it off his ankles to let it fall to the ground.

There was no sign of a burn or a scar on Kyle's right thigh, all healed back to a skin of pearly white. Kenny let out a small breath of relief and kissed the spot treated a month ago, drawing out his tongue to taste the healthy, creamy skin. It made the similar sensation he felt then, when Kenny attended his burn, back to Kyle: a sense of humiliation and strange embarrassment that tinged his cheeks with subtle warmth. He wanted to push Kenny off of him and run out the house without even finishing the job. But why?

A small chuckle interfered with Kyle's thoughts, and he looked down to find Kenny grinning up at him from between his legs. A single finger along the mild erection in Kyle's underwear. It made the redhead hiccough and the blond's grin widen at Kyle's response.

'That's better.' He tugged softly at Kyle's underwear and slid the fabric down his buttocks and hardened erection, making Kyle twitch as his underwear joined his clothes on the ground.

Kyle was bare, every inch of his skin now exposed to Kenny as if food on a plate. It was the state Kyle always waited for, the moment he could slit his victim's throat without staining himself with their blood.

'Kenny,' Kyle called softly. The blond pushed himself up from Kyle and looked down at the un-smiling redhead. His icy-blue orbs widened slightly as Kyle raised his hands and wrapped his thin fingers around Kenny's neck and stared with his emerald eyes as if for the last time. It quickened Kenny's breath and deepened his heartbeat as he waited for what came next— 'I want you…'

Kenny's widened eyes froze in surprise at the redhead's soft words. The fingers around his neck tightened slowly and Kyle pulled Kenny's frozen face to his.

'I want you, Kenny.'

Kyle had never said such a thing before, especially on the job. He put himself in positions of selling his body in order to make his victim vulnerable, but he had never let the opponent go deeper than necessary. He had never let them fuck him, always finishing the job a moment before they prepared to push into him. But today was different, as Kyle was willing to give himself whole to the blond above him.

Kenny was special…

'Really?' The blond whispered back. Kyle nodded.

Kenny had saved Kyle's life.

Kyle released Kenny's neck and grasped at the hem of his orange sweatshirt to pull it off his head, quickly followed by the grey t-shirt underneath, which was thrown to the floor. Kenny was not as scrawny as Kyle imagined, not like him. He wasn't strongly built, but his muscles were toned enough to think that he looked more comfortable than Kyle's bony frame. But Kyle instantly stopped trailing his eyes through Kenny's torso and froze on his chest.

'What's that?' he asked, sliding his finger along Kenny's mid chest. It seemed like a cut, still new, carved into his skin with a thin blade. 'A number?'

Kenny nodded, 'A number…'

It looked like the number six, but Kyle didn't ask to confirm and neither did he ask its meaning. He simply licked the number, tasting the raw torn skin, and he thought he could even feel Kenny's heart beating underneath it on his tongue.

Kenny shivered as he watched Kyle's red tongue and lips caress his chest, and his hands moved to the front of his jeans. The redhead didn't look even as he heard Kenny pull his zipper down, but he bent his leg and rubbed it against Kenny's naked thigh, still nipping at his chest as he did. He only stopped, reluctantly, when Kenny leaned away from him to reach under the bed and returned with lube.

They kissed deeply, eyes closed as they focused on the heat and feel. Kyle flung his arms around the blond's back, digging his fingers and nails into the skin and tensing muscle as Kenny prepared Kyle's entrance. Kyle gasped and bit on Kenny's lips as his body shook with each stretch, and then their mouths finally released and gasped for air when Kenny thought he prepared Kyle enough.

'Are you ready?' Kenny whispered, watching as Kyle slowly opened his eyes. Kyle didn't answer in words. He simply stared straight into Kenny's eyes, and then leaned up to lick his lips.

Kenny smiled, then grasped Kyle's knees and leaned in, kissing Kyle on the lips as he entered him. Kyle tensed and let out a short groan as Kenny drew out and thrust in again, and again, making the mattress cry underneath them with each thrust. But Kenny was careful, he wasn't demanding with his movements, which Kyle thought almost foreign with sex. He moved with desire, but not losing Kyle on the way, making sure he shared the pleasure and didn't dominate.

A high moan drowned under a fierce gasp escaped Kyle's mouth and Kenny smiled victoriously as he pushed deeper into Kyle with quickening thrusts. Kyle cried and shuddered with every small friction inside him, feeling Kenny massage his prostate with his cock. The redhead grasped at his own erection and began pumping furiously, unable to hold it in anymore. And Kenny was also coming close. His movements continued to quicken and strengthen as he began to lose himself, wanting to dig deeper and deeper. He heard a breathless cry underneath him and felt cum spit at his chest and fall onto Kyle's shuddering stomach with his white skin flushed blood red. The sight itself was intoxicating, and the next moment Kenny groaned as he released inside the shuddering redhead.

It was messy, Kyle thought through desperate breaths, and he was glad he was naked. But instead of catching blood on his state of birth, he caught cum on his skin. He closed his eyes and listened to his breath and heartbeat, listened to how much he sounded alive, and felt lips press onto his own. Kyle opened his eyes as the lips left and was replaced with a quiet chuckle.

'I don't want to get out of you,' Kenny laughed weakly under his panting breath.

'You better,' Kyle groaned as he leaned up and pulled away from Kenny. Kenny's usual smile tinted his lips and he dropped his back onto the mattress. 'I'm gonna use your bathroom,' Kyle stated as he picked up his clothes and moved out the room. Kenny watched through the corner of his eye as Kyle disappeared behind the door and then let out a deep sigh.

Kyle took his time in the shower, mostly standing there blankly with his eyes to the ground, catching the warm droplets in his hair. There was not a thought in his head, except for the one desire that he wanted to stay in the shower forever.

When Kyle returned back to Kenny's room he found the blond back in his jeans, still lying on the bed.

'Hey, nice shower?'

Kyle froze at the doorway, then nodded once in response, but didn't move forward after that. He felt Kenny's questioning gaze on his still frame and his thoughts finally began to consolidate into one reality.

Kenny was still alive.

He wasn't meant to be.

Kenny's confused eyes slightly widened when Kyle finally moved towards him and rested his pale fingers on his clothed knee.

'Can I get you a drink?' Kyle asked with a smile. He felt the tension in Kenny's body flow away through the hand on his knee.

'That would be great,' was the reply. 'There's some soda in the fridge. Can you get me a glass of that?'

The living room was as clean as Kyle left it a month ago, left with a sense of plain emptiness to it. The window had continued to darken and Kyle thought of it to start raining any time soon. He crossed to the fridge and took out a can of cola, then grabbed a glass drying on the rack beside the sink.

Kyle had forgotten his small hunting knife. It was lying on his bedroom floor where he took it off, but he had forgotten it that morning, mind too preoccupied, too desperate as he rushed to Kenny's apartment. The only thing he had, was the small pill case still in the pocket of his coat.

Eyes staring at the cool cup of bubbling cola, Kyle took out the case and dropped a pill into his hand. He broke the pill and poured the powder into the half-filled can and took the glass for himself. He didn't feel sorry, he never did. He didn't feel anything.

'Thanks,' Kenny grinned as he took the can from Kyle's hand. For a second he thought he saw Kyle twitch, but he dismissed it and moved over to give Kyle some room next to him on the bed. He smiled as Kyle pressed against him on the under-sized bed and took a sip of his drink.

'Urgh. I hate cola,' Kyle spat, making Kenny chuckle. But the redhead continued to drink his soft drink and Kenny watched with a small smile.

'Hey, can I hold your hand?'

Kyle almost choked on his drink, and he flung his head up to glare embarrassingly at the joking blond, to find out that he wasn't joking at all. There was a smile on his lips, but it was small and coated with the slight hint of hope. His palm was waiting in the air. Kyle stared at it tensely, then slowly drew his hand over it and pressed their skins together with pursed lips.

'Thanks,' Kenny's smile widened before he took the can to his lips and gulped down the drink. He didn't say any more as he drank, and even after, leaving the one word echoing in Kyle's head as Kenny's eyes closed and his hand dropped lifelessly in Kyle's hold.

Kyle felt the life leak out of Kenny, as if being sucked into his hand to enter deep inside him.