TouchTasteKiss-6
When Ben woke up, he was still handcuffed to the headboard in the most cliché manner possible.
The Ultamatrix beeped to life, and scolded him for allowing himself to be wound up in this kind of prediciment.
"Hey, shut up." Ben seethed though his teeth at the glowimg machine."Look," the ultamatrix said sternly. "Had you not been as foolish as you where, you could avoid situations like so."
"Shut the hell up for two seconds so I can find a way out of this?" Ben whisper-yelled.
The ultamatrix just scoffed and powered down.
Kevin lay next to him, snoring up a storm, sprawled out, and naked as the day he was born. Ben would have found this cute had he not been writhing against his restraints like a mouse in a mousetrap.
He resorted to kicking Kevin a few times who woke up briefly and managed to unshackle him. Ben rubbed his wrists thoughtfully, as Kevin looked at him through tired slits for eyes.
Toxic green met navy blue, and Kelvin's heart thumped painfully for a second. He reached for his lover, and pulled him close, a lanky body and a muscular body melding together perfectly. Ben smiled for an abbreviated moment, before his mind relapsed into the darkness once more; due to the fact that this would probably be the only time they'd ever be together like this.
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Kevin sighed as he crept under the hot spray of the shower. Drops cascaded down his muscular shoulders and chest, and pooled at his feet.
On the outside, one would rest their eyes on a hardboiled man, a man who fought for what he presumed was right. However on the inside he was a child. A frail and beaten child lying naked on then cold cement floors of his mind. He was extremely unstable, hell; he was practically falling apart at his hinges. He'd never admit it, no doubt about that, but he utterly despised the rough-and-tumble image he robotically put on each day. He wished he could be a gentler and sensitive creature.
Maybe that was the reason he constantly came running back.
Ben was the thing he wanted to be. The smaller male emulated goodness in each and every way. He probally only dated Gwen to have an excuse to get closer to the boy. And the thing that irratated him the most was...
The whole time, he didn't know it.
The entire to,e he had taken a metaphoric cement block, and beat his feelings down, burying it with the cold soil of lies, and placing a tombstone of denial and alcohol at its head.
A steady stream of tears had begun to spring from the ruffian's eyes.
He fucked up.
He fucked up real bad.
Kevin had no reason to believe that Ben still loved him after this entire affair. There was no way he could. He played with his emotions, and one day, Ben had decided that he wasn't worth his time anymore. The only probable reason he took the abuse was because he was afraid Kevin would seriously injure him.
Kevin banged his wet head against the shower wall.
He was a monster.
A filthy, disgusting monster.
And it was only then, in his most pitiful state, that he could come to terms with it.
He was truly pitiful.
He mused to himself, that he would rectify all the damage that he had inflicted. He could make it right.
Someway,
Somehow,
But, at what cost?
/
When Ben awoke for the second time, it was two-thirty in the afternoon. Outside, rain and what seemed like hail brutally pelted the earth, while the winds tormented the trees and shrubbery mercilessly. He rose from the bed, shivering, naked and stiff, silently cursing the shitty temperature control in the building. Ben rubbed his exposed shoulders with vigor in hopes to generate some much needed heat, but his efforts proved to be futile. Ben began jumping around like a child to get his blood pumping, which after a good minute and a half proved to be without a decent outcome. The chills returned, and the boy moved to dig through Kevin's dresser. After a few minutes of scouring, Ben was able to find a long sleeved Rolling-Stone hoodie after digging vigorously through Kevin's underwear drawer. The hooded sweatshirt was massive to say the least, it hung to his knees, and the hood fell over his eyes. He searched through his underwear drawer Once again, ((he even found a man-thong!)) But he could find nothing of the appropriate size.
So there he stood, clad in nothing but an oversized 'rolling stone hoodie, that reached his knees and covered his hands.
Classy.
The pitter-patter of his feet echoed off the cream walls of Kevin's apartment while he crept through the halls, searching for his friend, the ringing like a testament of its emptiness.
On that note, Kevin walked in, toting a good amount of fast food bags, and other unnecessary items into the apartment. Ben wasn't paying attention and the sudden bang of the door colliding with the wall was a rather frightening shock. The smaller Jumped, then slipped, and promptly landed on his rear, and Kevin giggled a tad as he set the bags down, and went to help him up.
For a moment, eyes met, the blaze of pain and unrequited emotions reflecting from each. That spark came back into Kevins eyes, while his mind allowed all those buried emotions flood out into his entirety in one fell , Kevin cupped Ben's face and brought it to his, pulling him so their lips met to a chaste kiss.
When they broke, they just stood there. Ben, clearly bemused, and Kevin, smiling guiltily into the others eyes.
The kiss was broken.
And almost ceremoniously, the first tear had been shed.
It stained the magenta of the oversized sweatshirt, and was absorbed quickly, but the pain was still there.
It would always be there.
The brunette rubbed shallow circles into his lovers back, whispering sweet nothings as the other apologized with the sobs of millions.
That would be the first, and only time Ben would see Kevin cry.
/
It was dark now, and both of their bodies lay naked, the smaller atop the larger in a dance of passion.
Each couldn't have told you how may rounds they'd gone, but all they knew, was that they were consummating their love for each other. Silently, lips met, and the words slipped between his lips again.
"I love you."
For once, those words withheld some meaning, for they were not spoken by a hollow voice, nor a man with a shell for a heart. For once, it wasn't being said to Julie, in a hollow voice. For once, it wasn't being recited like a poem to Gwen, who only wanted to keep him as a trophy. For once, it was genuine, and both parties knew it was true, and that alone kept their bond million-dollars-strong.
Kevin giggled as Ben began to lick up and down his muscular neck, but stopped him so they could kiss them once more.
Unbeknownst to the pair, a silver Toyota had pulled up into the driver's usual spot In the lot below. The being slowly climbed the stairs, suitcases in tow. Orange locks bobbed slowly.
A touch.
A step.
A taste.
A tumble.
A kiss.
A swing.
The door was ajar against the wall as Gwendolyn Tennyson's eyes went wide like a deer in headlights. Ben felt fear rise in his throat, as his cousins eyes fell on him.
Rage embodied itself behind her eyes, like a scorching flame in a bottle, awaiting its chance to ravage everything in its path.
"The fuck is this?" She spat. "I leave for five fucking seconds and you're already balls deep in my cousin?"
As Kevin stood up, she came closer to his face, her brow atwitch with rage.
"What is it?" She called, interrupting Kevin mid-sentence. "Am I not enough for you?" "Am i-"
"SHUT UP." Kevin blared, stunning the girl. "Just fucking shut up." He gave her a rather irritated look. "I don't wanna hear your fucking bullshit." "I know you've been sleeping around with that redheaded kid in your economics class, cuz I can smell it on you." "You reek of cum and shame." He gazed at her dumbfounded expression, a small twinge of satisfaction settling upon his features.
"And at least Ben-" Kevin turned to look at his lover, only to find his space vacant, and the window open wide enough for a lithe figure to climb through.
"Shit."
/
Ben couldn't tell you how long he'd been running, nor could he have told you why. All Ben knew was; that it hurt. It hurt so bad. And he intended to change that.
His feet were a bleeding mess, from the rough turf of the streets, the sidewalks and the underbrush, and his eyes stung with the tears of the forgotten. He knew they couldn't be together, for fate had already dealt his hand, and he couldn't get caught cheating again. Kevin would see Gwen again, and he would be kicked to the curb. He berated himself for his brutal stupidity, with mental lashes from a whip of lies.
He managed to open the door to the small Tennyson abode, and sleuth to his, room where he found exactly what he was looking for.
A bottle of Scotch.
And his unprescribed pills.
He took the first blue capsule, and washed it down with a generous nip from the amber bottle. For fifteen minutes he would sit there and stare at the window, examining the bleak sky as it began to drizzle. He grew impatient, seizing the pill bottle again and taking multiple, washing it down with more Scotch. He needed to go back to his place of solace, his Elysium. He needed to escape the pain.
He needed be freed from the suffering.
Maybe then, Kevin would come and be his Knight in Shining armor, when he was free of all his burdens.
Tears began to stream as a violent feeling began to erupted in Ben's lower throat, and then he regurgitated some white hot concoction of stomach acid and otherwise.
Yet still, he crammed more pills down his throat, and flooded it with alcohol. If he took more, the pain would go away right?
Oh Ben, you poor fool.
You poor naïve fool.
He spat up more of that white got substance, but countered it with more pills and Scotch.
More vomit.
More alcohol.
More vomit.
More pills.
He screamed and threw each of the empty containers in two random directions as he felt his brain convulse in his head. Ben's nose began to bleed a fountain of red, followed by his eyes which sent streams of crimson from his eyes.
Ben screamed. He screamed for his mother, and his father. He screamed for his grandfather. He screamed for Gwen. He screamed for Julie, and TJ and Cash and Albedo.
He screamed for Kevin the loudest.
His pleas went unanswered.
The faceplate of the Ultamatix went dim, as he expelled more blood from his insides. He prayed this would all stop, and he would find his happy place soon.
On an instinct, he pulled himself from the floor, and practically dragged himself into the bathroom.
He gazed at himself in the mirror. His eyes were gone. His once toxic green orbs were replaced by a hollow white.
He began to rock back and forward, and soon Ben lost his balance. His head collided with wall behind him, leaving a large splatter blood across the blue was slightly propped up by the wall, rich blood cascading down his cheeks and chin as he gazed at himself in the mirror.
All he saw was black.
TBC
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One more chapter, and maybe an epilouge. So the question stands. Will Ben make it by a miracle? Or has he already gambled his fate away? I kinda overexaggerated him O'Ding but it fit.
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