*asterisks will be next to a word that (at the end of the chapter) will be explained. They are slang or terms of the 80s that not a lot of people understand.
Some characters will be aged up more than most such as Craig (19) compared to Kenny(16) just for the sake of the story.
WARNINGS: KIDNAPPING, MLM, CURSING, RAPE, UNDERAGE SHIT AND JUST ALL AROUND HORRIBLE THINGS. THIS IS THE ONLY TIME I WILL BE SAYING THIS. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
Kevin bit into the stale unbranded waffle as he got ready for work. His sister, Karen, was currently watching some random off-brand cartoon on the Tv. Kevin shrugged his red coat and satchel on, heading over to Kenny's room to wake him up. By the time he got there, though, the room was empty.
At first, the brunette thought nothing of it. That was, until, he found a small sheet of paper dangling loosely off his pillowcase. When Kevin went up to look at it, Karen walked in with her pouch slung over her shoulder and her hair held up in a ponytail.
"Where's Ken?" she asked in between bites of her poptart, coming up behind her eldest brother, who was still reading the note.
"Don't bother looking for me, I'm sorry," was all that was printed on the paper, the writing shaky and childish.
"Dunno, Kare, he probably ran off again," Kevin sighed and pocketed the note. Karen frowned and chewed at her lower lip. When Kevin saw her reaction, he came up with a quick, "But I'm sure he'll turn up soon, he always does."
This made Karen's frown disappear into pursed lips before turning into a grin.
"Hope you're right, Kevvie."
The following morning, Kenny still hasn't come home. Kevin began to worry that something wrong had happened to his little brother. South Park was known for all the fucked up shit that happened there, and Kevin wasn't having it. He picked up the home phone and dialed 911, biting at his lip nervously.
"911 what's your emergency?"
"My uh- My little brother is missing."
"Okay, can I get his name, age, and sex?"
"His name is Kenny McCormick, and he's a 16 year old male. Almost 17."
"How long has he been missing for?"
"Roughly.. 24 hours.."
"Okay, well we can't consider him missing until 48 hours, sir."
"What? This is my little fucking brother we're talking about, you ditz!*"
"Sir, please calm down- You can call back tomorrow if he still doesn't show up, I'm very sorry for what is going on right now and I can tell you're very stressed, just-"
"No, fuck you, you're mental*!" Kevin growled and slammed the phone back into the wall, chewing at his nails. Karen walked in with her bouncy ponytail and colourful makeup,
"Who was that?" She asked, her lips in a flat line.
"The fuzz," he replied coldly, rubbing his temples. The female adjacent to him fell silent, her face contorting in fear and worry, maybe even confusion.
"Calm down, Kev, he's almost 17. He's gonna make stupid desicions. Last time he ran off with some random dude he liked, remember? He didn't come back until, like, a week later," she tried to stay hopeful, a small smile on her face. They had known their brother was gay for a while now. They were supportive of him, unlike their parents.
"Well yeah, but he told us he wouldn't be back until a while. He just told us this time not to bother looking for him. I should probably start calling his friends."
"What about Red Racer, then? Aren't they close? I mean, Ma and Pa did have a real big argument with Ken the other day, remember? So maybe he's with Racer?" Kevin nodded along to what Karen was saying.
"He doesn't have that many other friends, he was always kind of an herb*," Karen chuckled softly. She mentally kicked herself for using past terms as if he were gone forever.
"Yeah.. Yeah maybe," He smiled and grabbed her hand in his.
"C'mon, Kare, let's get to school before we're late," Karen nodded and followed him out the door. She took one last glance to the house and felt a burning in the pit of her stomach as if something bad were about to happen. She shrugged it off and continued walking.
Craig heard a knock on the door of his apartment the same day after school, seeing Kevin through the peephole. Karen was leaning against their black 1979 Pontiac Firebird, having scrapped up enough money for one after all three children's hard work.
"Oh hey, homeboy, whats up?" Craig opened the door, mustering the friendliest smile he could. Kevin perked up and grinned that reckless grin of his, giving "Red Racer" a high five.
"Nothing much, Racer, but uh- Have you seen Kenny? He hangs out around you a whole lot and he ran off the other day," Kevin rubbed the back of his neck, looking down. Craig almost visibly stiffened but kept his composure.
"No, not at all. Might be with Gags. They were always real tight with each other, you dig*?" Kevin nodded.
"Yeah, yeah, I dig good. Thanks, Red Racer," Craig waved McCormick off, shutting the door and lighting a cigarette. The cancer stick dangled loosley out of his mouth, threatening to fall. Racer took a large puff of said cigarette, letting out a sigh of relief.
He thumbed the pack of Luckies, lighting his silver zippo lighter and watching the flames flicker in front of him. A small whine emitted from his bedroom, followed by a few small sounds of movement. Craig walked over, opening the door to see Kenny awake and struggling.
"What did I tell you about wiggling around?" Craig growled, now at the edge of the bed, looming over the small blonde. He was sweating, a piece of duct tape atop his mouth and his arms tied behind his back. His limbs were tangled in the white sheets below him.
Craig chuckled lowly, running his hands up and down Kenny's sides softly, careful not to harm the younger male.
"You're so pretty like this, y'know?" The darker haired male placed a soft kiss atop Kenny's forehead, who flinched away from the contact. Kenny wished he could beat the living daylight out of the man above him, but Craig was 6'2" and almost all muscle. Kenny, on the other hand, was 5'5" and skin and bones.
Greedy hands slipped under the plain white T-shirt Kenny was wearing, grasping and running its fingers along every rib and curve. Craig nearly frowned at how skinny the blonde was, still giving soft, gentle kisses to his forehead and shoulders.
"God I could just devour you, Ken," Racer grinned against Kenny's collarbone before lifting his head up to meet Kenny's wide, doey, seafoam green eyes. Kenny stared back, although reluctantly, taking in Craig's features.
He had jet black hair, neat yet messy all the same, swept to the left of his head. His eyes were a dark green, almond shaped. He had a strong nose, which was pierced. He wore a plain white wife-beater and light blue sweatpants. He was handsome, yes, but nobody thought him as gay before. He had a very open relationship with a girlfriend of his.
Her name was Ashley. She normally wore her brown hair in side braids with little blue bows on them and a sky blue blazer with shoulder pads and a black skirt. She had these deep brown eyes that any guy could look into and get lost in them. She was kind of a whore though.
Craig reached for Kenny's mouth, carefully and slowly taking off the slip of duct tape that kept him quiet.
"Don't scream, okay? If you do I'll shank ya, ya hear?" He said almost passive-aggressively, his eyes like daggers as they glared at the blonde below him. Kenny nodded, not wanting that to happen at all. When the tape was removed, Kenny licked his lips and asked, "Why are you doing this to me? W-what about Ashley?"
Craig only chuckled darkly, giving a gentle peck to the corner of his lip.
"Ashley's just a prop. I don't give a damn about that hooker," Craig grinned and ground himself against Kenny for emphasis, "I'm gay, and what do people in America do to gays? They kill em. They torture them and kill em. To hell with that, I need to look straight enough so they don't suspect a thing."
"But- Why kidnap me? Why?" Craig answered immediately, "I've had my eyes on you for a long time now, Ken. I've seen you kiss guys. I wanted you so bad, I needed you, " He gripped onto Kenny's hips now.
"And I knew you would never want me back," Craig sighed and ran his fingers delicately over his captive's freckled cheek, ghosting over the soft skin. His face contorted from sadness to anger in a split second, gripping at Kenny's golden locks and tugging him close to speak into his ear.
"Although I knew this, I told myself that I'd just make you love me. No matter what it takes," Craig growled lowly and arose from his spot, going over to his record player. He thumbed through several different records, mumbling quietly to himself.
"The Smiths, Bauhaus, Fleetwood Mac, The Cure, Joy Division, The Birthday Party…" He continued to flip through his Pink Floyd and The Doors albums before reaching a certain blue case and making a soft "Ah, Echo and The Bunnymen," once chosen.
He picked up a record of one of their albums in their section, slipping the black vinyl into the slot of his portable record player. He lifted the tone arm and placed it on the 6th track, the intro to "The Killing Moon" slowly taking up the silence of the room. He turned the volume up a little more, giving a soft satisfied hum.
When he turned back to Kenny, he looked a lot more calm than he was before. He lay down next to the blonde, going to wrap his arms around Ken's waist as he spooned him. He nuzzled his face into the crook of his captive's neck and took a large whiff of his hair. He sighed into Kenny's neck, closing his eyes.
In starlit nights, I saw you
So cruelly, you kissed me
Your lips, a magic world
Your sky, all hung with jewels
The killing moon
Will come too soon.
Craig hummed and mumbled along to the lyrics, the deep hum resonating through Kenny's entire body. His, at first, nasally voice now sounded smooth, proof of him most likely having been in a choir before (or if he just really enjoyed singing.) Kenny couldn't help but focus on the lyrics playing and the near godly voice trilling in his ear.
Fate
Up against your will
Through the thick and thin
He will wait until
You give yourself to him
Kenny couldn't help the trickling of a shudder down his spine, nor the feeling of Craig's strong arms wrap tighter around his tiny waist. Hands slid over his chest, still covered by the same white T-shirt he was wearing when Craig first held him at gunpoint and abducted him. He later came to realise the gun was unloaded when he tried using it against the raven haired, and that was the first time he was "punished".
It wasn't the full thing, per se, but it was torture nonetheless. It had left his lips feeling numb and his throat clogged. He had cried through the entire thing. Just the thought of it made his body shake softly. He was snapped out of his thoughts when the same hands pushed past his waistband, trailing lower until it ghosted over his more intimate regions.
Kenny could fear tears pricking at the corners of his eyes, falling down his cheeks hot and thick. He tried to focus on something else, anything else, just to not feel anything. Craig slowly lapped at the back of Kenny's neck, giving tiny kisses anywhere he could. Then came the words. Those five god-awful words that Kenny couldn't take.
"I love you so much," It was at this point that Kenny could take no more, a choked sob escaped his lips, his body crashing with each one.
*1 - A stupid person
*2 - Crazy, insane
*3 - A man without social skills
*4 - Slang for "Y'know?" or "I understand"