A/N: Wooooooo yep. Moving on.

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I feel fuzzy. My mind is clouded and my head is pounding. I clench my fists, feeling a sheet underneath me. Is it mine? Where the fuck am I?

I groan, creaking my eyes open slightly. My vision is severely blurred in the light. I shake a bit, trying to fight off the nauseating feeling in my stomach as I slowly prop myself up. I raise a hand to my head, trying to fight off the pulsing of my temple before slowly opening my eyes again.

My room. I'm in my room.

I look down at the clock, reading 11:23 AM. What? When did I fall asleep? And why do I feel like such shit?

I sit up entirely, rubbing my eyes in the light and looking around my room. I don't remember going to bed at all. I barely remember last night in general. I remember my parents...something about an owl?

My eyes shoot open in realization.

Mysterion.

I throw my sheets off, finding myself clean with a pair of pajama bottoms on. I look over on my floor, seeing my clothes from last night in a pile beside my bed. I glance to my stand, finding the paper there with Cartman's picture. I lick my lips, glancing around more. Okay, it really happened. I'm not hallucinating. But then why the hell can't I remember going to sleep?

I remember Mysterion coming in, asking me to help him find Cartman. I blush as I remember the next event. Quite vividly at that. My heart beats a little faster but I try to shake off the memories for a moment. He got up, and I couldn't see. I see my scarf hanging up by my door again, blushing again. Okay, he left then came back. We...we talked. I can remember that. He asked me to trust him again...

I narrow my eyes as it hits me. Chloroform. That bastard fucking knocked me out with chloroform! I yell and throw the paper across the room. That son of a bitch! That's right! I was trying to get him to spill who he was and the fuck drugged me! I grit my teeth angrily. That fucking bastard, who the fuck does he think he is? I'm sure if Cartman did the same thing he'd be angry as hell but just because I let him have some degree of control over me he does this? What the fuck!

I stew in my anger for awhile before there's a knocking on my window. I look over and find said bastard looking at me. I scowl at him, getting up quickly and shaking in dizziness. I fall over onto the floor and groan. He quickly slides the window open and jumps into the room.

Fucking hypocrite told me to lock it at all times.

"Kyle, are you all right?" he asks briskly.

I growl at him, shakily pushing myself up, batting his arm away as he tries to help me.

"No, I'm not all right," I sneer. "What the fuck did you think you were doing?"

"What?"

"Fucking knocking me out like that! You have some nerve you asshole!"

"Kyle, calm down," he says, putting his hands on my shoulders. I have half a mind to kick this fucker in the nuts. "Look, I did it because I needed to make sure you didn't see me."

"Well that sure as hell didn't stop you from fucking me," I hiss sharply. I'm not really angry about this, just irritated that he'd stoop to this.

"Kyle, it was precautionary."

"You know, you're some piece of work," I shove him a bit. "You constantly tell me to trust you, telling me that you're the only one that I can ever trust, that my life depends on you. And you have the fucking nerve to not trust me to not take a blindfold off? Are you fucking serious?"

"Kyle I-"

I ignore him, pushing through, "I could have done it at any time last night you know. So fucking easily. But I didn't because I thought that that would be a shitty move. I'm trusting you so why the fuck can't you trust me back? Am I that deceitful to you or something?"

"Of course not," he says quietly. "Kyle...Kyle I care about you. A lot." He sighs, pulling me into his arms and holding me against his chest. A part of me really wants to push away. A part of me wants to cry. The other part of me wants to beat the shit out of the part that wants to cry and just scream at the jerk holding me. He puts his hooded face against my hair and holds me tightly. "I just want you safe. I want you to have this mystery. Just for a little while longer. I promise, you will know everything soon enough. And you know that I would never hurt you."

"A part of me wonders just how you're like this," I mutter, pulling back from him slightly and staring at his dark face. "A part of me is waiting for you to just fucking tie me up and hide me somewhere."

"I would never do that."

"Why not? You've pretty much denied me my other freedoms. I can't leave my house because you told me to. I can't trust anyone on the outside anymore. Everything just boils down to you and me now," I stare at him. "I fucking trust you, that's why I haven't been breaking curfew or whatever you want to call it. I'm pretty pissed at your shit move last night."

He's silent, staring back at me and breathing deeply. "I understand."

"I don't think you do," I say, pushing out of his arms entirely. "Everything is by your rules. I have some fucking rules of my own."

He sighs, backing up and sitting on my bed. "Well, go for it," he gestures.

I was expecting a fight. Damn. I had a speech ready and everything. Oh well.

"One," I start, "You have to fucking trust me. And I mean really trust me."

"Already done," he states.

"Two, you can't be so secretive. I understand that you want to keep who you are under wraps for a while, and while I don't like this fact, I will accept it. I just hope that soon enough you'll be willing to take off the mask for me."

"I will."

"That means that if I ask a question about what you're doing, I better not get a goddamn 'classified' response," I narrow my eyes at him. "If we're together, I'm dead serious, I don't want huge secrets. Because you could be seriously hurt and no one would know where you are. I don't fucking accept that."

He's quiet, but I see his hood moving in a nodding response.

"Three...I care about you back," I say softly. "And I appreciate the fact that you're so concerned...but I have a life outside of you. Believe it or not, I'd love to just get out of this damn house. My mother is driving me absolutely insane. I'm not your prisoner. I'm going to get out of this house for awhile."

"Kyle, until Cartma-"

I hold up my hand to stop him. "No, you listen to me. I am not this frail little girl. I am not some thirty pound weakling who cries at everything. I'm a fucking big boy and I can hold my own ground."

"You're right," he says, getting back to his feet and walking over to me. "You're not a girl, but you're not the strongest person on the planet either."

"Hate to inform you, but neither are you," I respond quietly. He's silent at this so I continue. "Do as you wish to keep me in check. Protect me until your eyes bleed, but I can't just sit here for forever until you catch things that you think are going to hurt me. I think that I'll be safe."

"What if you get hurt?" he asks quietly.

"Then I get hurt," I state, holding my hands up to his face. "Look, whatever happens happens. But you telling me to stay home is stupid when you're the one who's really risking getting hurt. I don't want you getting hurt either, but I'm not telling you to stay indoors, am I?"

"It's my job to-"

"It's your choice," I say lowly. "This is not your profession. This is who you are, but by choice. You could just be sitting at home watching the news with me. But instead you've taken it upon yourself to protect people."

"I...It's harder than you make it sound."

"I understand, Mysterion, I completely do," I say sympathetically. "Sometimes morals are stronger than the desire to stay safe. Sometimes the heart overpowers the mind...Trust me, my mind has been telling me this month that you are the worst person for me to get involved with." I feel his jaw tense and smirk lightly at him. "But that's not what's leading me. Even though our situations are different, the circumstances are the exact same."

He reaches up, grabbing my hands in his and clasping my fingers tightly. "I still don't want you out where you can get hurt."

My smirk drops and I sigh. "Mysterion, I care about you...but you're not my puppet master," I frown. "You should have as much control over me as I do over you. None. Opinions noted, but you should not think that you realize that in the end, you aren't Mysterion. You're Kenny or Stan. And they both know that they have no control over me."

He's quiet for a moment before nodding softly. "Trust me, we know."

"I'm not just saying this because I'm closer to knowing who you are now," I explain softly. "I'm saying this because I think you're forgetting that I'm not just something to protect and care about. I'm a goddamn person who can't just stay home and worry all the time."

He sighs, "All right. But Kyle...know that I don't approve of this."

"I don't need your approval, I just need you to trust me," I say.

"I do trust you," he states, kissing my forehead. "I just care too much."

"Well, don't stop that," I tease. "Just...relax," I say, pulling him down and pushing our lips together. I'm still not entirely happy with him, but I'm feeling better. He runs a hand up my side and back, pulling me up and delving his tongue down. I sigh contentedly at the familiar contours of his mouth, gripping his cape back.

He pulls back a little bit and shakes his head. "I...I'm completely stepping over my lines."

"You're just kissing me. We fucked last night," I say dryly. "Little late for lines, don't you think?"

He's quiet for a moment, shaking his head again. "Fuck, I...I think I...I think I love you." he says, his voice almost cracking.

My eyes widen immensely at his words, the brute force of them hitting me head on. Love. Love never crossed my mind.

But what the hell else could this be? It's not just lust. It was never just lust. Obviously I care about him a lot more than just being my close friend...but love is a somewhat foreign concept to me. Not so much foreign I suppose...but just something I'd never really thought about. It felt for so long like it was just a stupid little schoolgirl crush, something fleeting and unattainable.

Then he kissed me. Then he vowed to protect me. Then he became more than just a boy with whom I was involved with. He's a fucking lover to me. Hell, it's in the goddamn title. Love of all things...my brain doesn't know what to make of it all.

He's tensing. He feels like he said the wrong thing. I stare up at him and smile softly. "I...I think I love you back," I state awkwardly. I have no idea how to be romantic. Goddammit.

He leans down, kissing me again and I smile, pushing him back towards my bed with my own will. His knees hit my mattress and he falls over onto it, his hands flying up and holding his hood up. He straightens up along the length of my sheets and I smirk, straddling over him on my knees. I stare at him for a moment before brushing his hands away from his hood, holding it myself.

"I won't move it," I promise. "Trust me," I say before leaning down and taking his mouth for my own. He runs his hands up my sides and along my back and ass. I focus on his mouth, tracing his tongue with my own and moaning as he grabs my ass teasingly. Our noses brush against each other and we pull back just barely for a breath, still against each other as he touches me.

"Did you mean it?" I ask.

"Of course," he whispers hotly against my skin. My heart leaps and he kisses my neck, nipping my skin tenderly. I rub my face against his, leaning up a bit and pecking his cheek.

The door opens and we shoot our heads over towards it. "Kyle," Ike starts, holding the cat, "Mom says to come ea-" he stops as he finds us. I stare back at him, feeling Mysterion holding my ass still and my face bursting into flames.

"Ike..." I start slowly.

"H-holy shit..." he says, backing away a bit. "You...Myste-...how the hell..."

"Ike, go away," I nod at him slowly.

"Holy...M-MOM!" he calls out. "KYLE'S MAKING OUT WITH MYSTERION!"

"Oh you little fucker!" I jump up and close my door in front of him quickly. I hear my mother screaming her little 'what what what' spiel and panic.

"Shit, Dude, you gotta go," I mumble frantically to Mysterion. He jumps to his feet, ready to go before he grabs me and kisses me again.

"I...I know," he says, still digging his tongue into my mouth.

I grab his face, kissing him back before my mind kicks back in. I turn from him and breathe out sharply, "No, you have to go." I kiss him quickly. "Come see me later, go!"

He nods, kissing me one more time before turning on his heel and hopping out my window. I close it behind him, grabbing a shirt from my closet and throwing it on. I grab my glasses off the stand and turn, running to sit at my desk. I throw my glasses on and grab the nearest book, flipping it open to the middle and trying to not look like I just ran a marathon. My door bursts open and I look to see my mom staring at me with wide eyes.

"Kyle, what are you doing up here, young man?"

"Reading," I reply calmly. "Why? Is it such a crime?"

"Well no..I..." she turns to Ike behind her. "Young man, do not make up stories about your brother," she lectures.

"But Mom, I saw them!" he exclaims pointing to my bed. "Mysterion and Kyle! They were...kissing and touching and I'm pretty sure that Kyle was about to have sex with him!"

I raise my brow at him. "Ike, wherever would you get an idea of sex so easily? What on Earth are they teaching kids these days?"

"You're right, Kyle," Mom nods firmly. "They really need to be teaching cleaner subjects. Ike, your thought process is completely inappropriate for someone your age."

"Mom!"

"No more, young man!" She frowns. "Now I want you to come eat and not another foul idea out of that mouth, do you understand?"

"I-" he stops short with her glare and sighs. "Yes, Mom," he mumbles.

"Good," she nods curtly. "Kyle, Sweetie, put down your book and come eat. You can read after breakfast."

"Aw, all right," I cluck my tongue in feigned disappointment, my heart still pounding insanely in my chest. She smiles at me before turning and heading down the stairs. Ike watches after her before turning and glaring at me, stepping into the room and closing the door.

"You dirty cheat," he hisses.

I smirk, "You're just jealous that I know how to play her game, ya little tattletale."

Ike pouts, "True." He comes in and sits on the corner of the bed, trying to avoid where me and Mysterion were lying. "Then again, I'm not the one trying to pretend to read the dictionary," he raises his brow. I look down at the book in my hand, realizing he's right and chuckle, setting it down.

"Well it worked anyway, so suck it."

"Seems to me like that was your motive a few minutes ago," he strokes Mani's head like he's some kind of villain or something.

I scoff, "What's it to you?"

"You're making out with a superhero. Dude, don't you watch any movies? Read any comics?"

"No, unlike you I don't waste my brain cells. I utilize my smarts," I stick my tongue out.

"Oh yeah, looked like you were doing some heavy thinkin'."

"The word you want is 'petting'," I smirk.

"Oh ew! Ewwwww!" he cringes as I burst out laughing. Little fuck deserved it. He calms down slightly and stares at me. "How the hell did you end up with him?" he asks.

A fair question. "See that furry thing in your arms?" I nod towards Mani. "Mysterion gave him to me after saving my ass on my birthday."

"Whoa! No way!" he shouts excitedly. "Were you being mugged? Held at gunpoint? Was a building collapsing on you? Tell me!"

"Um...mugged," I nod quickly. "Someone was trying to mug me." No way in hell am I telling him his brother was nearly raped. I'd never live it down.

"But Dude, aren't you worried?"

"About what?"

"About...being with a superhero. I mean...you're going to be in danger, too. You'll be like..."

"Fucking Mary Jane, goddammit, I know!" I sigh exhaustedly. "Next person to tell me that is getting punched in the goddamn face!"

He blinks before clearing his throat. "So...you don't care?"

"Not really," I shrug. "Mysterion is keeping his eye on me. I'm not all that worried. Besides, I'm not his little long-lashed bimbo damsel in distress. I'm perfectly capable of standing on my own two feet."

He shrugs, "I guess you have a point. You've beaten the shit out of people before. Course that was like, ten years ago, but ya know, whatever."

"Hey, shut up," I frown.

"Come on, Ky," he smirks at me. "You're so...you. Everyone else grew stronger, you just got taller. Admit it, you can't fight worth shit anymore."

"Want to test this theory?" I challenge. "Bet I can beat the living hell out of you, ya damn Canadian."

"Hey now, that's low," he pouts. "I'm your brother."

"Yeah, yeah," I wave at him dismissively. "I don't have to admit it though."

"Good," he rolls his eyes, getting to his feet. "I wouldn't want to be considered related to a ginger anyways," he snickers, tearing open the door and running out with Mani.

"HEY!" I shout after him. I watch him go down the steps and get to my feet, chuckling at him. I look over towards the window, looking out and opening it, sticking my head out and surveying around.

He's gone.

I sigh, backing up and closing the glass, locking it and leaning against the cool pane with a smile.

He loves me. Someone fucking loves me. My heart flutters as the words echo through my mind, feeling his warm breath on my skin again. I blush out of the imagination, my hand going up and rubbing my neck subconsciously. Mom calls my name and I turn from the window, a smile still over my face.

There's only one step left before everything falls into order: give my lover a real name and his true face.


A/N: THIS CHAPTER WASN'T IN THE STORY PLAN AT ALL.

WHAT THE HELL. IT JUST CAME OUT OF NOWHERE T_T

Oh well. Filler is filling. Nummy nummy in your tummies. AGREE. NAO.

...Love you :D

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