This is for TheBestofHope, as suggested. I hope it is to your liking!

I know it's been forever since I updated, but hey, things happen. Here I am and here we go!

Updated: 2/17/2015

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Ethan knew he was an easy target for bullies; if it wasn't for his large mental capacity and his slight stature, it could be because he was usually alone; sure, he was with Benny a lot of the time, but that didn't stop either of them from being pushed into lockers or knocked down. Because of Benny's height, he wasn't picked on as much, but he still was to a point.

But today, Benny had detention, and Ethan – like the good friend he was – was chilling in the cafeteria, waiting for him to be done so they could go home. He was just about to put his headphones in when they were jerked out of his hands and his stuff thrown on the floor.

He found himself face to face with two large hockey players.

"Great," he mumbled, knowing what awaited him. He didn't need his visions for that.

"What you doin' here nerd? After school is our time," one jock said, making the other one nod.

"Just waiting for a friend," he mumbled, pocketing his phone. He'd prefer that that didn't get broken when they decided they had enough of conversation.

"You mean the tall nerd? What's his name, Wendy?" Jock Two said, making the other bark out a laugh. Ethan just sighed and rubbed at his head.

"Benny. His name is Benny."

"That's right, little wittle Benny," Jock One said, making the two of them crack up in loud raucous laughter. Ethan rolled his eyes and looked at them.

"What do you two want with me?" He had little patience for jerky jocks; they were just toying with him now, being annoying in the way only they could be.

"Well well well, aren't you a little smartass today?"

"Yah, when did you grow a backbone?"

"Probably the same time your balls dropped," he muttered, hoping they wouldn't hear him.

But of course, they did.

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU SAY GEEK-BAG?!"

Oh, he was going to get his ass kicked now. He closed his eyes as he was picked up the scruff of his shirt – why did he have to so slight and thin, he couldn't help wondering – and waited for the inevitable.

…

Benny's Ethan sense was tingling.

Okay, so he may not have had an actual Ethan sense, but when you spent pretty much every waking second with someone, you got to feel them pretty well.

And right now, he felt… worry. Or was it fear? With Ethan, he could never quite figure it out.

He just knew that something felt off.

What would be waiting for him when he got out of detention?

…

Ethan was smart enough to not cry out when the first hit collided with his face; he wouldn't be giving them the pleasure of knowing that it hurt.

But fuck, did it hurt.

He'd have a bruise, he knew that; he had been bullied enough to know when the markings would last, if only for a week or so.

That'd be fun to explain to his parents.

He opened his eyes, and wished he hadn't.

They were both coming for him now.

…

His face hurt.

Benny had no idea why, but it did.

Ethan.

It had to be because of him.

What happened now? Ethan – and himself for that matter – were magnets for trouble it seemed.

So, when the teacher whistled at him – for he had been pretty much bouncing in his seat and not paying attention – he jumped out of his chair and ran out of the room.

Ethan said he would be waiting in the cafeteria, so that's where he ran.

And he didn't like what he saw.

…

Ethan was sure his nose was bleeding, and his eye was almost swollen shut.

Why'd they have to aim for the face? Of course, his body was bruised too. He could feel it in his ribs, his side, and his back.

This would be a fun recovery.

"Get the fuck off of him!"

Benny.

He had never been so happy to see his best friend before.

The guys stopped wailing on him and laughed before they were thrown up against a wall and smashed down onto the floor, knocked unconscious by the impact.

"Benny?" Ethan croaked, sitting up a bit and wincing at the pain that seared through him. "What did you do?"

"Eh, a little of this, a little of that. They won't remember, so it's all good. Let's get you to my house so Grandma can fix some of these injuries. That eye looks pretty bad." Ethan nodded and felt himself slip away into darkness while Benny took them home.

…

It was like a vision, but also like a dream. Ethan was stripped down to his boxers, curled up tightly against Benny in the small twin-sized bed that occupied Benny's cramped cluttered room.

They didn't speak, they didn't even look at each other; Ethan just sat there, wrapped around Benny, feeling comfortable and peaceful as the pain in his body began to subside.

…

Ethan opened his eyes to a familiar ceiling.

He was in Benny's room, scrunched up in his bed with another body.

"How ya feeling?" Benny asked as Ethan looked at him. "That's what I thought. Grandma said those two did quite a number on you. Luckily, she was able to reduce the swelling on your eye and fix a major part of your bruising. You still look like you face-planted with a doorknob, but eh, what can you do?"

Ethan just groaned and tried to sit up, only find himself blocked by Benny's arm.

"Nuh-uh-uh," Benny said, pushing him gently back down and leaning over him, his face close to Ethan's. "I told Grandma I'd take care of you, and that's what I'm do-ing," he said, splitting the word.

"Why…?"

"Because you're Ethan and I'm Benny."

"I hate your logic."

"I know. Now, I'm gonna make you feel better."

"Please don't."

"Nope, too late, it's decided."

"I hurt Benny-"

"Which is why I'm going to take care of you. You just sit there and say 'yes Benny'. That's all I ask."

"Shut up," Ethan said, throwing an arm over his bruised face. "And go away."

"Can't do that."

"Why not?!" he whined, making Benny laugh.

"Because you want this," he said, briefly kissing Ethan before moving, his lips softly kissing over all the bruises that accompanied Ethan's skin; when he reached his waist, he slipped Ethan's boxers off, glad to see Ethan had given up trying to stop him.

And then he let his mouth take over.

…

Ethan groaned at the feel of Benny's mouth engulfing him; the boy had no gag reflex, and it always amazed Ethan when he took all of him at once. Granted, Ethan was only average sized, but still…

The mouth worked over him, the tongue lapping at him and teeth scraping him – which he always expected to hurt but never did – and he was close to losing all sense of himself. Then there was a warmth flowing through him that wasn't his own and he cried out, Benny too warm, too close to him.

He lied there, eyes closed as his boxers were pulled back up.

"Feel better?"

"I hate when you use magic on me like that?"

"Made the pain go away didn't it?"

"Shut up," Ethan said as he cuddled next to Benny, already falling asleep.

Yes, Benny was right, the pain was gone.

But at what cost?

…

Okay this one was weird…

Sorry about that!

I hope it was okay at least.

Thanks for reading,

-JustMe133