"Transformation" Post 15 by Misery Loves Fanfics
I had a lot of fun with Gwen's part in this chapter. One word: fwump.
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Kevin nipped at the already astoundingly visible hickey on Ben's neck and traced lazy circles along the gentle slope of his lower back. Ben squirmed a little under his lover's touch, whining a little into his pillow.
"No more, Kevin. I'm exhausted."
Kevin chuckled. "Don't worry, I'm done." He scooted closer and flung one arm across Ben's back, moving himself into a cozier sleeping position. "Just wanna touch you…"
Ben sighed softly and relaxed, curling up in Kevin's arms. For a while he just laid there, listening to the other's peaceful breathing, trying to fall asleep…
Then he remembered something. 'Kevin never told me what that call was about…'
He gently nudged Kevin in the side. No response. "Hey, Kevin…?" Still no response. He opened his eyes a little. Kevin was already fast asleep.
'Oh well. I'll ask him in the morning…'
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Something landed on top of Ben with an audible fwump. Not quite a hard thump, but not a soft flop either. Fwump. What the hell went fwump?
"Rise and shine, monkeys; you two have some explaining to do," came Gwen's irritated voice; and while it didn't explain what the hell went fwump, it at least explained why there was even a fwump in the first place.
The fwump, as it turned out, was a large bundle of clothing; a set for him and a set for Kevin. He heard said mutant groaning beside him as he himself opened his eyes to squint at his impatient cousin.
"How did you even get here?" Kevin asked, glaring daggers at the clock. Ben grabbed a t-shirt off the pile.
"The bus," Gwen replied. "And may I remind you how hard it is to tell whether you're actually in the same place or not?"
"No you may not," Kevin grumbled, attempting to wriggle on a pair of boxers underneath the covers.
Ben yawned. "Can we at least get dressed before you decide to grill us?"
Gwen sighed. "Fine. Kevin, I skipped breakfast to come here, so I'll be raiding your refrigerator. See you two in the kitchen." She started to leave then turned back, pointing an accusatory finger at them. "And no 'morning quickie,' Kevin. Last time you did that it took an hour." With that, she finally left.
Kevin got out of the bed to try a more successful attempt at putting on his boxers.
"And here I thought she still liked me."
Once the boys were dressed and at least more than "sort of awake" they all sat in the kitchen. Gwen had helped herself to a bagel she'd dug out of Kevin's poorly stocked cupboard. She was looking at the two of them expectantly, waiting for them to start talking.
"So…the Omnitrix is acting up," Ben said after a moment.
"I figured as much," Gwen said. "The wreckage downtown was reported on the early morning news…and all the eyewitnesses were talking nonstop about a tall, black alien."
Ben nodded. "Alien X."
"Is he responsible for the damage nearby, too?"
Ben shook his head. "No. That was Michael…" He sighed heavily. "Another problem we have to deal with. Apparently he's working for Vilgax."
Gwen nearly choked on her bagel. "What? I thought you and your dad took care of him!"
"That's what I thought, too." Ben frowned. "But apparently he's managed to heal himself." He sighed. "It's just one thing after another…which reminds me…" He turned to look at Kevin, who had remained silent this whole time. "You still never told me what that call the other night was about."
The mutant suddenly took on a very guarded look. This startled Ben, even more so when the expression was backed up with, "It's nothing you need to worry about."
Ben frowned again. "You were pretty worried about it the other night. I'd say that gives me good enough reason to worry."
"Well, I don't feel like talking about it."
"What's this all about now?" Gwen asked, totally lost. Ben started to fill her in, but Kevin interrupted.
"It's nothing. Ben, drop it."
Ben shot up out of his chair. "What the hell is wrong with you? You left for hours that night because of that phone call!"
Despite Ben's anger, Kevin remained infuriatingly calm. "I said, drop it."
Ben didn't know what to say. He was so angry. So angry. What was it about that call that Kevin didn't want to tell him?
"You know what, fine. Fine. I'm going home."
He stormed off.
The sound of the door's slam was laced with all kinds of rage and hurt.
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Uuuum...heheheh...have fun with that, RoseRosa...