Pairing: Mysterion/Kyle
Rating: T
Summary: Mysterion and Kyle meet for the first time.
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Kyle cried out as he was slammed face first into a wall. He could hear heavy breathing behind him, and knew he had made a mistake.
It had just been way to tempting to follow Mysterion. Ever since the masked vigilante had returned – Christ, it had been eight years since he had seen that outfit – Kyle had wondered who was hiding under the mask.
When he saw the cape disappearing around the corner of Harbucks, he couldn't resist. He had dropped his pizza – Shakey's, of course – and ran after the mask. He was on the track team, he was fast. He was expecting a chase.
He was not, however, expecting someone to slam their arm across his chest, knock him down and then pin him to a wall. The masks movements had seemed twitchy, almost panicked. He knew then that the mask had been watching him.
How else would he have known Kyle was coming?
The redhead whimpered in pain as his face ground against the concrete wall. He heard a hiss, then felt the grip on his arms loosening up. A gloved hand slid up, separating his face from the gritty paint, a finger stroking under his eye.
"Shh. Shhh..." Mysterion growled, moving closer. His grip wasn't painful anymore, but Kyle still couldn't get away.
"Don't tell me to shush! That fucking hurts." Kyle cringed as Mysterion's hand came away bloody. "Nng...I thought you were a fucking good guy?" His protests were muffled by gloves fingers shoving into his mouth.
They pulled his head down, pressed tightly under his tongue. Kyle gagged and groaned as his forehead was dragged down across the wall. His tongue pushed uselessly at the fingers as he squirmed. A panic look filled his eyes when he realised he was practically helpless. Then again, he thought did I expect a crime fighting vigilante to be as weak as Cartman?
The other hand let go of his wrists finally. Kyle's arms fell uselessly to his sides. The more he struggled, the harder the pressure became. He could taste blood.
"Fuck Broflovski." Mysterion grumbled in that gravelly voice, lips nuzzled against Kyle's ear. His breath was hot and moist, and Kyle's tongue flicked out to wet his lips.
He probably shouldn't be so turned on.
"W-what?" Kyle stuttered, mentally grasping at his control. He tried to calm his arousal, but to no such luck.
"Why do you have to be so pretty?" The mask purred, nose nudging against a lock of red hair that had escaped the confines of Kyle's hat.
The Jew's face flushed with heat, and his eyes narrowed. "I'm not pretty!"
"Like fuck you aren't."
Kyle could feel hips grinding slowly against his ass. He could feel that nose nudging his hat up, burying in his hair. He could hear the taller, stronger male sniffing at his hair. He felt a deep shuddery sigh against the side of his face.
"Don't move."
Kyle's limbs tensed, his mind instantly telling him to disobey.
"I'm not joking Broflovski. Don't move." Mysterion growled, grinding an elbow into the boys back. He shook his head at the hiss of pain Kyle released, before easing up.
Kyle relaxed once the pain slithered away, closing his eyes as he leaned his bloody forehead against the wall. It was several moments before he realised the warmth against his body was gone. He turned slowly, only to find himself alone in the alley.
No trace of Mysterion was left. Kyle looked around slowly, wiped some blood from his nose, and wondered if maybe he had imagined it all.
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Well, done. I know, it wasn't that long...Sorry Dee ;;