Chapter Ten: Kenny

"Karen, run to my room!" I yelled as I held back the thrashing drunk. He tried to swing but his aim was off from all the booze and dope coursing through his blood.

Karen took off down the hall. I waited until I was sure she was close to my room before I landed a hard blow to my father's head. He grunted as he shook off the hit. His body swayed. I stumbled as I quickly cut around the corner to race down the hall. The heavy, stumbling footsteps followed me. I made it past the threshold into my room, slammed the door shut, and slapped the lock across to stop my father from crashing through. I took a few steps back with heavy breaths. Each loud slam against the door was like a knife to my chest. Karen sat in the corner, next to my dresser, with her hands clutched into her brown hair. She was trembling.

"Ya son a bitch! Open the dayum door!" he screamed over the loud crashes of his fist against the door.

"No! Go walk off your damn high, old man!" I screamed back.

"Kenny," Karen whimpered.

I tore my attention away to quickly walk over to her. She weighed nothing as I carried her over to sit on my bed with her curled in my lap. I placed my hands over her ears and began to sing.

"Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise," I sang terribly. I was never good at it, but it always calmed Karen. I could already feel her relaxing against my body as the loud slams and bangs quieted.

He grumbled something under his breath and I listened to his heavy boots clunk away. Then there was the relieving sound of the front door slamming shut. I closed my eyes and sighed as I let my head rest back against the wall. I slowly released Karen's ears to gently pet her hair. Time passed of me listening to Karen's quiet breathing as I gently stroked her soft hair. A soft knocking on my window jolted my head up. A shadow moved across the floor. Someone was outside. I carefully shifted Karen off me to pull one of my thin blankets over her.

I moved cautiously towards the window. It was dark outside, but the light from the streetlamp outside streaked across my room. The shadow shifted uncomfortably. I slowly leaned over to look through the window and narrowed my eyebrows together. The figure outside wore a hood to conceal their face. I inched closer to the window and they looked up. The blue eyes glowed in the dark. I quickly opened my window and stuck my head outside.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, my voice harsher than I had intended.

Butters smiled. He was unfazed by my voice. "I came to see you," he answered, his voice lowered slightly. He was nervous. It must have taken every bit of courage he had to make his way across South Park in the dark. "Plus, I've dreamt of climbing in through your window, Princess Kenny."

I groaned and rolled my eyes. "Don't remind me of that," I said in an annoyed voice.

"Why not?" Butters asked, his smile grew across his face. "I liked Princess Kenny. She was sweet and strong."

She was the result of some pretty fucked up mental trauma.

"So was Paladin Butters," I replied.

Butters laughed quietly and then wrapped his arms around himself when a cold breeze wrapped around his thin body. He wasn't wearing a jacket, just the sweater that I suddenly realized was the one I gave him the day his nose bled all over his shirt. It fit him perfectly.

When did he grow?

"Kenny, can I—can I come in?" he asked sheepishly.

I turned my head to look over at Karen's sleeping form and frowned. The drunken bastard could be back any moment and I didn't want Butters to witness it.

"Leo—," I started to say but Butters grabbed a hold of the windowsill and started to lift himself up.

"Too late!" he said excitedly and almost fell when he foot caught on the way in. I wrapped my arms around him to catch him before he fell and he laughed nervously. "Oh fudge, that wasn't very good."

Butters stood and I carefully removed the hood of his sweater to see his face. "It was perfectly you, Butterscotch," I replied teasingly.

Karen stirred across the room. I froze. I had forgotten about her for a moment. "Kenny?" she said in a groggy voice. Butters jumped at the sudden realization that we weren't alone. I turned to face my tired eyed sister as she sat up on my bed. "What's going on? Who's that?"

"Butters," I answered. "You know Butters."

"Is he the faggy fudge packer?" she asked tiredly.

"Karen!" I snapped.

She quickly lowered her hands and frowned. "What? It's what dad said," she explained.

I opened my mouth to respond harshly but Butters' soft chuckle made me stop. I turned my head to look at him with confusion. He walked over towards my shitty bed and crawled on top to kneel on the opposite side of the mattress from my little sister.

"It's nice to see you again, Karen," he said, completely ignoring the vulgar comment against him. I wondered if he even knew what it meant. "Gee, you've grown. You're so pretty."

Karen beamed. "Really?" she asked as her eyes practically begged for more compliments.

Butters nodded. "Uh huh. You've got to be one of the prettiest girls I've met," he explained. I noticed Karen's cheeks blush as she reached up to grab her hair to play with it. It was long and knotted. The lack of a haircut was taking a toll. Karen frowned when she realized how knotted and messy her hair was. I quickly turned to grab the brush that sat on top of my dresser and walked over to my bed.

"Here," I said as I held it out to her.

I used to sit and brush her hair until she'd fall asleep on my lap. That was years ago when she was younger. She pouted but lifted her hand. Butters quickly reached out to grab it first.

"Wait, I've got an idea!" he said excitedly. "I can brush your hair and give ya a new hairstyle you can wear to school tomorrow. Would you like that, Karen?"

I thought her neck was going to snap as she nodded rapidly. "Yes!" she cheered.

Butters smiled back. He knelt behind Karen near the end of the bed as I sat with my back pressed against the wall. I watched as Butters focused hard on making sure each brush through Karen's hair was perfect. He was humming. Karen could barely keep still as she waited to see what her new hairdo was going to look like.

"Butters?" Karen suddenly spoke up through the silence. I had my eyes closed with my arm placed behind me to use as a pillow against the wall. I opened them to see Butters lean over slightly as he made a noise in response. "Do you love my brother?"

Awkward silence hung in the air as Karen picked at a loose thread poking up from my old, tattered sheets.. Butters smiled sweetly. He shifted his eyes from Karen to look at me. I waited for his response. I wasn't sure why, but a lump formed in my throat from worry. Why was he taking so long to answer? Was he going to respond with something different?

"Do you love your brother, Karen?" Butters asked, turning his attention back to my sister. I tilted my head slightly in confusion. Karen nodded. "Why do you love your brother?"

"He's sweet. He's kind. He taught me how to ride a bike. He's caring," Karen explained. Butters continued to brush her hair as his eyes shifted back to me. "He protects me from the bad things."

"And all those reasons are why I do love your brother, Karen," Butters explained but I knew he was saying it all to me. My cheeks warmed up unexpectedly. "All those things and so many more reasons."

Karen closed her eyes. She swayed back and forth gently. I shifted on the mattress to sit forward. I put one hand on the back of Karen's head to press her face to my shoulder as I leaned into the blonde behind her. "Kenny! What are you doing?" Karen shrieked as I grabbed the zipper of Butters' sweater to force him forward to kiss him. "Kenny! Let go of me!"

I leaned back slightly from the kiss but kept myself close so my nose pressed against his cheek. "I love you," I whispered.

Karen punched me in the side and I instantly curled back to place my head against the wall. Butters laughed and continued to tend to Karen's hair. He twisted her hair into a braid that he pinned up to give her a style like something you'd see out of a prom photo. Karen quickly launched herself off my bed to run over to the cracked mirror across the room.

"It's fucking awesome!" she yelled.

"Karen, your language," I spoke up.

"Hypocrite," Butters said to me as he slid off the bed to walk over to the window. He slid it open and leaned out. I had a perfect view of his round ass as it wiggled in the air slightly. I licked my lips. He returned to close the window and held onto a small flower that grew from the bush beside my window. He walked over to where Karen was admiring her new hairstyle to tuck the flower in a large braid. "There! It's perfect!"

Karen quickly spun around to kiss Butters on the cheek. "Thank you so much, Butters," she beamed and started to head for the door. "I'll leave now so you two can fuck."

"Karen!" I snapped as I launched myself off my bed. She ducked out of my room with a loud giggle and I slammed my door shut behind her. I locked it with a loud sigh and turned to face Butters who was smiling. "Sorry about that," I apologized as I rubbed my hand against the back of my neck. "Thank you for doing that though. I'm terrible at braids. That really cheered her up."

Butters waved his hand with a shake of his head. "I was happy to do it. She's sweet," he explained with his signature smile. The one that made my heart ache.

The memory of why I was locked in my room with Karen came crashing back on me. I frowned. He shouldn't have been there. He couldn't be there when the mad man came back.

"Kenny?" he spoke up.

I shook my head. "You should go," I said, my voice low.

Butters' head cocked to the side slightly. "Did I do something wrong?" he asked while rubbing his arm. His expression was sad.

I quickly crossed the room to grab his arms. "No, no, you did nothing wrong," I assured him and my arms shook. "It's not safe here. It's never safe here."

"Kenny?" Butters' voice came out with worry. His hands cupped my cheeks and I squeezed my eyes shut.

"It's not safe. I can't protect you. I'm not—I'm not strong enough," I choked through my own panic.

"Then let me," Butters said and I slowly opened my eyes to look down at his shining blue eyes. "Let me protect you," he said as he smiled softly.

My chest tore itself apart. "What?" I asked.

"You don't always have to be the hero, Kenny. Sometimes you can be the damsel in distress," Butters explained and his thumbs brushed against my cheeks. "Can I be your hero for once?"

You already are.

I moved my hands from his arms to his sides. He let me walk him back until his lower back pressed against my dresser.

You always have been.

His arms rested against my shoulders to circle around my neck as I leaned down to place a soft kiss to his lips. I moved to pull away but Butters kept his arms stiff to hold me against him. His soft tongue darted out to lick the crack between my lips. I opened for him and let him lead the kiss inside my mouth. I groaned into the kiss when he suddenly pressed against me, grinding the lower parts of our bodies together. I had to tear away from the kiss to breathe.

"Kenny," Butters said in a low, lust filled voice.

I opened my eyes to see him smiling at me. "Tell me what you want, Leo," I whispered to him.

The smile on his face widened and I felt a small hand dive under my pants. I exhaled heavily as nimble fingers wrapped around my cock, instantly making it hard. "You," he answered.

"Fuck," I swore between clenched teeth.

Shirts flew off in a frenzy. I wasn't sure where mine landed but I made sure to keep his nearby. Bare chests touched as our mouths moved together. The sound of the zipper of my jeans being pulled down echoed through the room.

"Kenny," Butters whispered against my chin. "I—I want you to fuck me." My breath hitched in my throat. My hands cupped his cheeks as I lowered my head with a groan to press my forehead to his chest. "Kenny? Kenny, are you okay?" he asked in a panicked voice as he jabbed at my shoulders.

"You are going to be the death of me, Leopold Stotch," I said in a low voice.

"Ah! I—I'm sorry, Kenny. I didn't—I—," he stuttered.

I slowly lifted my head to meet the adorable panicked expression on his face. I gently rubbed my index fingers behind Butters' ears. He shuttered at the touch. "You're beautiful, Leopold," I said in a low voice. Butters frowned as his cheeks reddened. "I love you."

Butters hummed. His hands were fidgeting between us. He was fighting something in his mind. I grabbed his arms and carefully turned his around. "What—?" he began to ask but I pressed a finger to his lips.

"I want you to see what I see," I whispered into his ear. "I want you to see just how beautiful you are."

Butters' whimper caught in his throat as he looked at himself in my cracked mirror. I let my hands roam over his bare torso as my lips pressed gently to his neck. He shivered in my arms as I trailed my fingers down his stomach to fiddle with his pants. I crouched down as I pulled his pants down to his ankles and then opened the bottom drawer of my dresser. I shuffled around, pushing the dirty magazines I stored until my fingers found the smooth bottle I was looking for.

"Kenny," Butters whined.

"Hang on, babe," I said as I set the bottle down on top of the dresser. "Brace yourself."

"I'm—," he stopped to let out a loud gasp. He leaned forward to place his hands against the top of my dresser and hung his head forward. My hands were placed firmly on his ass to pull his cheeks apart as I pressed my tongue into his puckered hole. The soft shout that escaped his throat was cut off as he bit down on his knuckle.

"Don't hold back your screams," I said when I pulled away from him to stand. I unbuttoned my jeans to slide them to my ankles with my boxers. "Leo, open your eyes," I said as I reached around him to grab his cheeks.

He shook his head. "No!" he shouted shakily.

"Why?" I grinned, feeling his skin heat up under my touch.

Butters hummed. "It—It's embarrassing," he stuttered.

"Suit yourself," I said as I let go of him.

I picked up the bottle of lube to squirt some onto my hard dick. Butters moaned quietly as he pressed his lips tightly together. I leaned forward, my hand pressed against the wall next to my mirror as my chest touched his back. He swallowed loudly.

"Do you want to rethink that?" I asked into the back of his neck.

He quickly shook his head again. I grinned. I was hoping for that response. I angled my cock and with one hard thrust, I pushed inside him. He gasped loudly. I grabbed his shoulder and rocked my hips forward, thrusting into him in slow motions. The dresser rattled from the movement. I looked over Butters' head and his eyes were open. He was looking at me. His dark blue eyes made me shiver. I pulled out from him to spin him around. His lower back pressed against my dresser and his mouth turned up in a smile.

"Why, you're blushing, Kenny McCormick," he said teasingly. I grinded my teeth together. "You're adorable."

I lifted him off his feet to have him wrap his legs around my waist. He was still light, easy to pick up and carry over to my bed. "You're going to regret that grin on your face, Buttercup," I growled.

Butters grinned as he pushed himself up onto his hands to lean up towards me. "I doubt that," he whispered against my lips.

I growled again and attacked Butters with hunger deep in my chest and groin. We fucked until we both came twice and he collapsed on top of me. His sweat covered body shook with exhaustion. I laughed into his hair as I gently teased it with the tips of my fingers. He lifted his head to look at me with a lazy gaze.

"That's the second time I've heard you swear, Buttercup," I explained with a wide grin. "It was…beautiful."

Butters hummed as he rubbed his fingers. "There ya go saying those things again. Oh, they make me feel—," he explained nervously.

"Hey," I said as I reached up to gently touch his soft cheek with my fingertips. "I love you, Leopold."

"Oh," he replied loudly and smiled. "Well, I love you too, Kenneth."

I stopped my hand to twitch it away. I sat up quickly, almost knocking him off my lap. His eyes were wide in confusion. I grabbed his arms a little too tightly. I couldn't help it. My heart was racing.

"Say that again!" I said loudly. Butters blinked in a daze. My lips were stretched far across my face. "Say my name."

His hands went up to touch the sides of my neck. He was smiling. "I love you, Kenneth McCormick."

I couldn't help myself. I stood to press him against the wall and fucked him one more time. We were both exhausted, our bodies tired, but it was still mind blowing. When we both came, we were shaking from the physical exertion and the cold. My room was freezing and it clung to our sweat covered skin. We cleaned up the mess we made on ourselves before Butters threw on his clothes. He climbed underneath the blankets on my bed, pressed his face to one of my pillows, and patted the mattress as he smiled at me. I smiled back. I was in my boxers, jeans, and socks, but no shirt.

"Come to bed, dear," he said with a teasing tone.

I walked over and climbed in to hug him tightly against me. "I want you to stay here with me," I said quietly.

"Okay," Butters replied softly and buried his face into my chest. I narrowed my eyebrows together as I looked down at him. "You have to take me to breakfast tomorrow though. A real date. You have to be charming and everything."

I chuckled. "I'm always charming," I replied.

"Charming for everyone to see, but only for me to enjoy," he explained, his voice getting more and more groggy the more he spoke.

I wouldn't admit it, but I was happy. So happy, my chest was gonna burst. I hugged my beautiful blonde closer and closed my eyes. Sex wore me out. I was so tired. I couldn't keep myself awake to listen to his light breaths and feel his fingers tracing tiny patterns on my back.

I don't know when I fell asleep but I woke to the sound of the front door slamming shut. I let out a soft groan as my eyes flickered open. I pressed into the warmth in front of me but my mind was quickly snapped back to reality at the sound of heavy footsteps stomping towards the room.

"Leo," I said in a panic as I gently shook Butters' shoulder. He let out a low, sad groan as he buried his face into the pillow. "Leo, please, you have to get up." The footsteps were getting closer. "Leopold, wake up!"

The loud slam against the door made him jolt up from his sleep. His dark blue eyes were wide with panic. "Ya lil' faggot, git the hell out 'ere!" my father screamed through the door. "I know he's in there!"

I was pulling Butters off the bed and towards the window. I grabbed my parka from the floor before I quickly threw open the window. "Go," I ordered as I grabbed his arm to push him towards the opening.

"Come with me," he begged as he faced me with eyes still wide.

"Imma gonna getcha an' yer lil' bitch boyfriend!" my father screamed.

I put my hands on Butters' cheeks to kiss him quickly. "I'm right behind you. Just get out and run for my truck. Don't stop. Don't look back," I said and then spun him around. "Now, go."

He quickly clambered out the window as the banging grew louder. I threw my leg through the window as my door splintered open. I turned my head back to see the familiar red face tainted with alcohol and drugs on my father's face. He stormed across the room towards me. I climbed out to turn back around and slam the window down. It came down on my father's hand with a loud crunch. He threw his head back with a loud roar in pain. I hoped it hurt.

Serves you right, you prick.

I quickly turned to run. Butters was around the corner, out of my view. It made my heart race in panic not being able to see him. Then I turned the corner to the front of the house and saw him standing next to my truck. He was bouncing impatiently, watching for me to come into view. His expression relaxed as I stumbled over some metal sitting in the grass.

"Get in!" I yelled.

He nodded frantically and climbed inside. He yelled at me a few times for never locking my truck, but I'm sure he was relieved at that moment, I know I was. I quickly opened the driver's side door and whipped out the keys from the pocket of my parka to shove them into the ignition. The truck roared to life and I wasted no time backing off the lawn to tear away from the house. My shoulders were shaking as I griped tightly onto the steering wheel. The tension inside the cab was heavy as we let the silence linger. I pressed on the brake to stop the truck at a red light. A snowflake slowly drifted down onto the windshield just in front of me.

Butters made a small noise beside me. I tensed as I inhaled sharply. He must have been crying. I knew having him there was a bad idea. Fuck! Why did—?

Butters broke out into loud laughter. I quickly spun my head around to look at him, my face scrunched in confusion. He was…laughing. It was deep and throaty. His eyes were shut as he wrapped his arms around himself.

"What is so funny?" I asked still looking confused.

"We—We have the worst luck with dads," he managed to say between heavy breaths.

He continued to laugh. My face relaxed and the corner of my lips turned up into a small smile.

Fuck, I love this kid. I love every bit of him. He's absolutely—

The truck suddenly slammed forward. The side of my head smacked against the steering wheel as I watched Butters snag against his seatbelt. A loud ringing echoed through my head. I was in a daze. The blow to my head was hard. Everything was blurry.

"Kenny!" I heard Butters scream.

I turned my head and the flash of light blinded me.

Then…cold.

So. Fucking. Cold.

I'm gonna cryyyyy. T.T