Kenny woke up the next morning to the bedroom door cracked wide open and a humming Craig. The smell of bacon wafted through the apartment, the soft sizzling being heard from his room. Kenny stayed in bed a little longer, listening in on the lyrics.

It's time that the tale we're told

Of how you took a child

And you made him old

Oh, reel around the fountain

Slap me on the patio

I'll take it now

Kenny almost instantly recognised it as The Smiths, a smile almost appearing on his face.

Fifteen minutes with you

I wouldn't say no

People see no worth in you

Oh, but I do

He mouthed along to the lyrics, closing his eyes again and appreciating this moment of bliss.

I dreamt about you last night

And I fell out of bed twice

You can pin and mount me like a butterfly

But take me to the haven of your bed

Was something that you never said

Two lumps, please

You're the bee's knees

But so am I

Craig gazed over to the door and grinned seeing Kenny looking back at him. He turned down the setting on the stove and strode over to the blonde. Kenny squeezed his eyes shut and pulled the covers closer to his face, almost as an attempt to seem like this was a dream and he'd wake up in his own bed with Kevin lightly shaking him awake.

"Hey honey, I'm making breakfast for you. It's still only 7 o'clock. You should go back to sleep until it's done, okay? We'll be having a guest over today too, I'll have to bathe and give you new clothes. When I'm gone getting clothes for you you can listen to the records, watch TV, play on the computer, or draw, okay?"

Kenny stiffened at the mention of a guest. One of his lackeys? Probably. He nodded along to the rest of what he was saying, licking his lips at the thought of food. When Kenny's stomach growled, he turned red, hiding his eyes in the blanket. Craig chuckled and sat on the bed, taking Kenny into his arms and lap.

"You're so cute, you know that? No wonder they call you Bambi," he chuckled and planted a tiny kiss on Kenny's forehead.

"Breakfast is almost ready, I'll be back," He set him back down gently and jogged over to the stove, continuing on with making his things. He still looked a little sweaty from his daily jog, probably not having taken a shower yet.

Once breakfast was done, Craig set the table. He slid a few pieces of bacon onto both plates, along with a couple of waffles. He got out his favourite "Log Cabin" maple syrup, drizzling it on both his waffles and bacon. Kenny slowly made his way to the table, a little hesitant.

He mimicked Craig's actions, seeing a cup of coffee next to his plate. He took a sip of the black coffee, sighing contentedly. There was creamer and sugar on the table, Craig's a shade of Peru color.

Craig was finished with his food in no time, making sure Kenny was done before discarding the dishes and leading the blonde back into the room. He guided him into the bathroom with him, taking off his shirt and slipping his joggers off.

Kenny froze, looking anywhere but at Craig. Racer saw this, however, and laughed lowly.

"I'm not gonna do anything. I'm just gonna shower, you ditz," he said jokingly, now fully nude and running the water. Once it was warm enough, he stepped inside.

"I just don't wanna let you out of my sight, is all," he finished, exiting as quickly as he came in. He slipped on new clothes and planted a soft kiss to Kenny's lips.

"I love you, okay? I'll be back later."

And with that, Kenny was left all alone again.

Kenny found himself flipping through the pages of Craig's sketchbook, admiring the charcoal against the clean white paper. The covering was leather with a small buckle to close it. The book was swollen with loose papers and paper that had watercolor on it, giving it a wavy effect. Most were of people, some of places around town.

He was almost halfway through the book when he spotted a familiar face. He flipped through even more pages to find the same blonde man in an orange ski jacket. Sometimes he had a lit cigarette in his mouth, other times he was leaning against a building with a bag dangling from his slim fingers.

It didn't take Kenny long to realise it was him in these pictures, but one particular page made him stare a little longer.

I'm in love with him.

He read the sentence over and over again, mumbling it under his breath. The next page he flipped had his face burning. It was clearly him and Craig in a very intimate position. Rather, positions. Plural. The next several pages were the same thing, small sketches of them together, whether it be mostly covered or completely out in the open.

Another few pages later and a figure that looked a lot like Tucker, himself, could be seen curled up in a ball, most likely crying. Next page: blood. The entire page was filled with gore and other horrid things that seemed so… realistic.

I'd do anything to have him.

This wasn't the line that made his blood run cold, no. It was the next line underneath that that had him shaking.

Even if it meant killing someone he loved.

He quickly flipped to a new page, this one filled with his handwriting. He skimmed over the words, frowning.

I'd kill for him, kill myself for him.

He has eyes for someone else, I'll kill them, I swear.

The sight of them makes my skin crawl.

A picture of a person with severed limbs is seen under this sentence.

I'd much rather like to see them bleeding out and crying.

More blood. Kenny shut the book closed and clasped a hand over his mouth. This man was much more dangerous than he thought he was. A 19 year old boy, for fuck's sake, and already dreaming of murding people all for someone he had eyes for. He put the sketchbook back in its original spot, sighing to himself and thumbing through the record albums Craig had just to get his mind off of what he saw.

A few minutes into the second track of the "Night Time" album from Killing Joke, Kenny found himself cringing. Was everything this man listened to dark?

And self-preservation rules the day no more

We must dream of promised lands and fields

That's never fade in season

As we move towards no end

We learn to die

Red tears are shed on gray

'Til the fearless come and the act is done

Kenny sighed and got up to look at the multiple VHS tapes he owned, mostly slasher movies. My Bloody Valentine seemed to stick out amongst the rest, a little lopsided and thrown aside almost. He picked it up and examined the cover, shrugging and popping it into the VHS player. He put up the record, placing it back in its case. He sat on the bed, watching the movie intro play.

His eyes glanced over to the clock on the wall, the time showing that class for them was already over. He sighed and focused his eyes on the TV awaiting Craig's return.

A good 30 minutes into the movie, Craig unlocked the door and dropped a plastic bag on the floor. He scuttled over to Kenny, climbing on top of him and placing a deep kiss onto Kenny's lips. He pressed his body against the much smaller one below him, messaging his thighs before lifting himself from the warmth.

"I got you some new things, baby. We gotta clean you up first. What are you watching?" He turned to look at the TV, smirking a little.

"My Bloody Valentine, huh? One of my favourite movies, you know?" He pecked Kenny's cheek one more time before finally bringing the bag over to his captive. It was a large bag, swollen from clothes being stuffed in it.

"I got you some Doc Martens, because nobody likes the KMart shoes. I also got you some jeans and some T-shirts. I also got you.." he pulled out a pair of fishnet tights, "These. I expect you to wear them tonight."

"Aren't those for girls?" Kenny's face scrunched up in confusion and reluctance.

"So? You'd look cute in them," he grinned and rubbed Kenny's thighs.

"C'mon, let's give you a bath," Craig purred and carried Kenny to the bathroom, starting the shower.

Kenny was now in his briefs and the fishnet tights, no shirt or pants. Craig was on the bed with him, giving gentle kisses to his shoulders.

"I have to set a few rules, okay? No crying, screaming, and you will be obedient. I dont wanna have to punish you, yeah?" Kenny shuddered at the last sentence.

"Understand?"

"M-mhmm.." he gulped when he heard a knock on the door, sitting up as Craig went to open the door.

When Craig came back, he spotted a familiar blonde, tall and lanky, with a leather jacket and brass knuckles curled around his fingers. He looked over to Kenny, and that's when his heart stopped. It was fucking Tweek. Tweek of all people.

"Tweek?" He instantly asked, fear lining his voice. Craig glared at Kenny, reminding him of the consequences if he didn't cooperate. Tweek grinned and slid the brass knuckles off of his fingers and into his pocket. "Long time no see Kendoll."

Craig chuckled at the sudden skittishness of the blonde on the bed, sitting next to him and rubbing his thigh in an almost calming manner. Kenny knew there was no way out of this, and he wasn't even going to try to get out of it.