Chapter 10:

Scarlet Lawliet: Sorry I made you sad :(

Jane: Thank you for the compliment :)

Rated M for … My sick mind.

They stood there silently staring at each other; Kyle was fidgeting with his bag strap awkwardly. "What I meant was… physically, are you… okay?" Craig looked into Kyle's eyes intensely.

Kyle shrugged, "It hurt yesterday, but I went to work today." He pointed at his stupid red polo to solidify the point.

"Can I see it?" Craig's monotone would have seemed insulting now if he didn't already know that's just how Craig was, that he wasn't trying to be cruel.

Kyle was nervous to show Craig, he knew it looked worse than the day it happened. He turned around slowly and lifted just the edge of his shirt to show Craig his bruised lower back and quickly dropped it again. "It's not a big deal; I'm not a fucking girl."

"It's not a big deal?" Craig sighed loudly before gathering Kyle into his arms. Craig had never hugged Kyle before, not in a comforting way like this and it made him feel strange. All the times he'd pushed Craig's affection away swam through his mind and he gave in to the gesture. "Thank you for… sort of forgiving me."

"Yeah, whatever." Kyle mumbled his response into Craig's bare shoulder, which he was also sniffing at discreetly; he'd missed the smell of the real Craig. Craig clearly hadn't showered in a couple days while he was moping and it made him smell even better than usual! "Make-up sex?" Kyle asked, grinning up at the taller man.

Craig chuckled, "I don't feel very sexy, I haven't showered in a while…" He glanced at the bathroom… the bathroom Kyle had collapsed in due to his brutality, he'd been using the guest bathroom ever since.

"We could… take a shower together." Kyle suggested.

Craig smirked; he needed new memories in there anyways, "Alright."

It was kind of awkward as they readied themselves for their make-up shower, not the rushed passion they usually had when they tore their clothes off; Kyle hoped that came back with time because he'd enjoyed it.

Kyle climbed under the hot spray first and Craig followed. Craig quickly washed his hair first which made Kyle laugh; he made funny faces while he was lathering. When he was done rinsing he stepped forward and grabbed Kyle in a soft wet embrace. Kyle wasn't used to the other being so gentle, it was foreign to him and he was unsure how to respond. Even Craig's kisses were more gentle than usual and Kyle kept telling himself to enjoy it. It did feel really nice kissing in the water's spray; he understood why people found kissing in the rain to be romantic. Romantic?

"You've never touched me before." Craig whispered into Kyle's neck. Kyle glanced at his hands which were currently gripping Craig's shoulders and not moving, Craig's were roaming Kyle's entire body including ghosting over the angry wounds on his back and rear. He wasn't sure what to do with his, he'd always had them occupied in their vice. He decided on clutching at Craig's wet hair with them, he'd always wondered what Craig's hair felt like, it was softer than his own and felt like silk with the water cascading through it. Craig pulled away only an inch or two and let one of his hands fall lazily between the two of them, grabbing at Kyle's erection firmly. Kyle mirrored the other's movements, he'd never given Craig a proper old-fashioned before but he imagined it would be easy as he'd done it to himself several hundred times, most recently imagining it was Craig's hand… just like this.

Craig kept giving him those sweet unfamiliar kisses at first and those agonizing gentle caresses. Once they got into a motion the kiss became more passionate; Craig bit at Kyle's neck and he moaned out loud, the sound echoed off the bathroom acoustics.

"I'll never hurt you again." Craig whispered directly in Kyle's ear, it was an apology but Craig's tone sounded so erotic. He knew Craig didn't mean the playful bites and bondage that Kyle enjoyed; he meant the unintentional harm that rose from a dark place.

"I know." Kyle did know, that's why he'd come back.

Craig very gently turned his lover around and pressed him up against the wall. Craig's long fingers played with Kyle's entrance teasingly; smearing some sort of product on himself he penetrated the other boy slowly, drawing it out. Craig was moving so slowly Kyle began to grind against him in frustration, releasing little whimpers and moans because he'd never been so exposed before and it felt so sensual. It became even more intense when Craig's hand wrapped around Kyle's hips to grab at him and stroke to the rhythm of their thrusts.

God he'd missed this.

"Craig." He just wanted to say the other's name, it was prying at his lips and it worked to urge his lover on, to pound into him with the recklessness he craved. He said the name again, it clearly affected the man behind him who would try to go harder and faster each time the word left Kyle's lips.

"Craig!" Finally a little noise slipped from Craig's lips, a noise Kyle had never heard come from those lips, for a moment he'd wondered if he'd made the sound… but it had been Craig.

"Kyle…" Craig practically whimpered the name as he released inside his lover who quickly followed in his release with a few tugs from Craig's fist. Kyle had to use all his remaining strength not to collapse on his shaky legs. "Holy shit you look hot right now." Craig mumbled, barley loud enough to hear.

Kyle stood, stretching the tight muscles in his back and noticed Craig staring at him as he shut off the tap. "Not so bad yourself." Kyle wrapped a towel around himself.

Craig walked into his room and started dressing in clean pajama bottoms, nixing the underwear out of laziness. "Did you wanna…"

"What?" Kyle asked pulling on his own jeans.

"Nevermind." Craig sighed.

"Can I stay over?" Kyle knew it was what Craig was going to ask, but he would leave his lover with some dignity.

"Yeah sure." Craig said nonchalantly as of it had really been Kyle's idea.

Kyle was wise enough now to know what their relationship was lacking, Craig had been gently pushing it for a while and had gotten angry when he thought Kyle wasn't into it. Kyle scooted closer to Craig on the bed, the way Craig had once to him… when he pushed Craig away. Craig didn't scoot away like Kyle had, he scooted closer and placed his hand inside Kyle's hand.

Kyle squeezed.

"You know…" Craig started, "I'm really sorry I said… that I loved you. It wasn't a shitty apology like you thought, I really meant it… but I don't expect anything from you." It was all in the same Craig-like boring drawl but Kyle could tell through those evil black eyes that there was emotion there…

"I… care about you, Craig. I'm not using you or anything." Craig had insinuated Kyle was using him for sex.

The smile Craig let out was small but noticeable enough. "You don't think about Stan when you're with me?"

"No! Of course not… I think about you."

A/N: What am I going to do with these two?