Maybe, Kenny thought, just maybe, he's wasting his time. Sitting outside of Larson's house for hours had procured nothing, nothing but silence and a boredom unmatched. He shook his head, forcing himself back into his Mysterion persona. No, no. He had to come back eventually… right? He looked up in thought, narrowing his eyes. Then again… it was Friday. And he may not know the man very well, but he could only assume that after he makes any runs, he goes to drink himself into a stupor.
He sighed, leaning his head back against the tree trunk resting behind him and closing his eyes. He'd meandered out here at nearly ten o' clock. Now it was nearly one, and there wasn't a goddamn peep. He twisted his lips. Maybe he should have come on a work night, when he was more than likely to show up on time just out of pure obligation. Mysterion crossed his arms, his boot thudding against the ground in a rhythmic tempo echoing lightly into the crisp night under the sound of crickets surrounding him on all sides. He took a glance at his watch, the screen lighting up to reveal a 1:12am and he let out another irritated sigh.
No. Fuck it. He'd come back later.
He turned on his heel, heading towards the north side of town and pouting. So many hours of his time just fucking wasted waiting for that asshole to make his grand reappearance. But he wasn't stupid, there was only so long into the night that he could wait before he started to get too tired to be able to actually apprehend a suspect. He still had a good kick of energy left, but it was starting to fall prey to the pure monotony of his wait.
'Maybe I should buy a goddamn e-book. They have a low lighting setting, right?' he wondered. These stake outs weren't exactly easy when he didn't have an exact time in which he'd be facing his target. It was a lethal cocktail of lethargy and apprehension that had him swaying on a never-ending pendulum of exhaustion and gut-wrenching anxiety. Needless to say, it wasn't a very fun time.
He trudged onwards towards Kyle's house, picking up his speed a bit. Maybe he'd uncovered something on this rather uneventful evening. He was the only one seeming to make any headway in this case. He let out a long breath, carefully reaching under his balaclava and scratching at his hair. The whole scenario had just thrown his emotions and his priorities under the bus.
On one hand, he was furious at himself for getting Kyle even further into the disaster. Given, that was more likely than not inevitable, but he couldn't help but wonder just what would have happened had he decided to go it alone. Maybe he would have been fine, maybe he would've missed some clues and shrugged it off and just went about his merry, happy life…
Okay. That was bullshit.
Kyle would've figured it out, all right. But he would've been alone. He wouldn't have had anyone there to ensure that the world wasn't closing in on him, to promise him that someone was on his side. It would've been the precursor to a complete mental breakdown on the redhead's part, that was almost guaranteed.
But on the other hand, even ignoring those elements… Damn was he glad to have Kyle on his team. He never would have been able to put any of this together without him. Kyle just had the technical knowhow that he had always severely lacked. He brought the tact to their tactical team, something that Mysterion, and Kenny for that matter, would be absolutely lost without, still running around beating people in the face and just kind of hoping that it would lead to the next step.
And not to mention, the very curious addition that had been brought about by this happenstance. It was almost ironic in a way, Kyle himself telling it to Ken and Stan: Mysterion was the best thing to happen to him in years. In the complete destruction that Cartman was aiming to bring into his life, he'd given him something. Now, Mysterion knew well enough that he wasn't exactly nothing but a silver lining, still knowing that Kyle was frustrated with not knowing exactly who it was he was dealing with, but he seemed to be making due. He was opening up again, even if it was little bits at a time. It was a Kyle that Kenny hadn't seen in a very long time, one that was involved. One that had a goal that he was striving for. One that finally utilized all of the best parts of Kyle that made him who he was when not trapped in his office. It was all stemming from a horrendous place at the root of it all, but there was still a part of him that was glad to see the purpose back in the redhead's life once again.
He frowned. He just hoped that that purpose would come to fruition. He could only pray that he could get him out of the line of fire before the entire field was scorched down with Kyle smoldering down as abused kindling. So far, the odds didn't quite seem to be in their favor, but they did have their assets. His street smarts, Kyle's book smarts, and now it seemed, Stan's resources.
It was certainly better than nothing.
Mysterion sighed, glancing out past houses, making his way down to the far corner towards Kyle's street. That was the one thing he ever gave South Park credit for: It was small. It sure as hell made his patrols a shit ton easier than they could have been were he placed into even a slightly larger populous. Given, there'd be no guarantee if such were the case that he would have still assumed his role as the vigilante, but he could only assume. The size was never a plus when he was in his daily persona, but at least it did have this one advantage, even if it was one that only he could feel the full appreciation of.
He glided behind trees as he rounded the corner, heading towards the one house on the block with the light still burning from the windows near the middle of the way. He couldn't help but smile warmly, pace picking up once more into a light jog, his boots softly stomping through the dirt as he made way to his destination. He knew from an earlier phone call that Kyle had been left alone for the day, that he hadn't had the constant fear of being fucking assaulted again as Cartman had left the office at nearly noon. A long, tedious, and boring day. Honestly a welcome return back to what Kyle could only refer to as 'routine' as he worked his way through month-end to send out the beginning of the next week.
Kenny had never known that he could feel such relief from hearing someone's voice droning and yawning throughout a conversation. But he was safe, and that was what was so goddamn important.
He made his way up towards the glaring light in the window, seeing Kyle back in his usual spot, leaning back in his desk chair and taking a long gulp from a coffee mug. He let out his knock and Kyle turned, shooting him a smile and beckoning him in before turning back around.
Mysterion rolled his eyes, shoving the window up and hopping in. "So, remember how I told you to always keep this damn thing locked?" he drawled as he landed on the floor, standing straight to close it once again.
"Remember how I told you not to be an asshole? Well looks like we're both shitty listeners," Kyle scoffed. "Look, I'm pretty sure no one's gonna break in if I'm right here, okay? Calm down."
He shook his head, "You've been assaulted not once, not twice, but three times and you want me to calm down?" he demanded, stepping over and standing beside him.
Kyle glanced up and winced. "Fourth time's the charm?"
"That could go for you or Cartman," he reminded him thickly.
The redhead paused before pouting and crossing his arms, taking another sip of his drink in his compromised position. "Try some optimism, will ya?"
"When did you start?"
He shrugged, "When I wanted to get you to back off just now," he smiled smartly.
Mysterion snorted, leaning down and kissing his ear, relishing in the soft hum breaking through his throat. "Find anything?" he asked.
"Narrowed down some of the addresses," he shrugged, gesturing to a notepad beside him. "One is a warehouse, one is addressed at the airport so I'm guessing that it's one of the hangers. One is a fucking brothel of all things, which I didn't even know we had."
"Not exactly the place for a gay man," he shrugged with a smirk.
He paused before nodding softly. "Yeah, that would explain it. Uh, our other storage facility it looks like, too. Plus this one that's number 38," he glanced at him and raised his brow. "It's under that Burke fuck's name. It's a goddamn war bunker."
Mysterion cocked his brow, "The goddamn fuck do they need a bunker for?"
He shrugged, "More storage I'm guessing? Maybe where they keep drugs. It's out in Starks, was built when someone goddamn misinterpreted a headline about a decade back," he rolled his eyes. "Made this huge upset-"
"Ohh," his eyes lightened. "I remember that. The guy who thought nuclear plants built fuckin' warheads."
"Right," he scoffed and shook his head. "Anyway it was sold off when the guy died at an estate auction. I don't know if Cartman's the one who bought it then but it looks like he has it now. But that's really all I've been able to figure out. I've been kind of swamped handling some actual work stuff so Cartman doesn't freak out on me more than he has been."
Mysterion nodded, "Better than nothing."
"Oh, and one is the mother's shelter," he informed him, putting his cup down and waving for him to follow him to the couch, snagging the papers from his coffee table and holding the top sheet for him to see. "This the cunt you saw?" he pointed to a picture of Meredith.
Mysterion nodded, "Yep, that's her."
"Cool, then we have her established," he sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I'm gonna be honest, Man, I don't really know where to go from here. Aside from figuring out the other locations I mean," he waved towards his open laptop and placed the papers back on the coffee table. He crossed his arms and stared up at him curiously, "No luck with Larson I'm assuming?"
He shook his head, "No. I waited for like, three hours and if I stayed any longer I was gonna fall asleep in his backyard. I'm gonna go for him on Sunday, since he'll need to go home to sleep for work and I know he'll show up at a somewhat decent time."
Kyle nodded, "Sounds like a good plan." He tongued over his lips and sighed, "So… can I ask you something?" Mysterion waved him on and he cleared his throat, shifting almost uncomfortably. "Why did you start… doing this?" he gestured to him a bit. "Bitter against cops? Family killed? Like, what made you decide to one day just make a cape?"
Mysterion paused, rubbing his arm sheepishly. "A decent deal of A… philosophically speaking a little bit of B," he shrugged. He looked up a bit, trying to choose his words carefully, knowing that Kyle knew Kenny well enough that the wrong phrase could out him right away. "My family had… issues," he started slowly. "The cops didn't handle our situation very well. Lots of abuse and whatnot, you know. Definitely not a fun time, but common," he said casually. "And I met this cop when I was about… eight," he frowned, looking down bitterly. "He told me one day after my parents were brought back to the house after some of the shit we'd been put through that they could only do 'so much'," he quoted. "And that just bothered me. Cops were supposed to be able to save the world or whatever, ya know?" he winced.
Kyle frowned sympathetically, all his attention focused forward as he grasped Mysterion's arm and sat him down beside him on the couch, pivoting to face him. "That's a shit thing to tell a little kid," he commented, really at a loss for words.
Mysterion snorted and nodded, "Yeah. It was. After that I just got… really fed up. Decided if the cops weren't gonna do something, then I was. Grabbed a cape when I was nine and haven't stopped since."
Kyle's eyes widened. "Wait. Nine? How the fuck were you doing this shit at nine?"
He shrugged sheepishly, "I was small and quick. It wasn't quite the extent that it is now, I'll tell you that much. Petty robberies and stuff were more my game. It just kind of got more in the dark as time went on. You grow up and you figure out there's worse things than people runnin' around stealin' cars. And the police weren't quite on the up and up about all that, so I just kind of… shifted," he gestured. "Does that make sense?"
Kyle nodded slowly, "Yeah. Makes a lot of sense, actually…" his face fell. "Dude, I'm really sorry about that happening though."
"Don't be," he smirked. "That was a long time ago. I don't hate the cops as much as I did when I was a kid, but I know that they still can't do everything, because hey, the justice system is fucked," he drawled, Kyle nodding in agreement. Mysterion took a deep breath, settling back against the couch and staring up at the ceiling. He hadn't thought about the shit cop in years, not since Stan announced to them that he had decided to join the force. All he'd done about the matter was pull him aside and make him promise that he was going to be the best fucking cop that he could be, getting a scoff and a laugh from the noirette with a "Well, duh". But Stan had so far done him proud, taught him more about the inner trappings of law enforcement than goddamn internet searches ever could. He couldn't exactly hold that much against him, he was trying his hardest to still make the world a better place, he was just a lot more confined than he himself could ever be.
Kyle gulped, staring at the distracted hero with wide eyes. He bit his lip lightly, "Do… do you ever think of quitting?" he asked.
He shook his head. "No. I don't. I'd feel wrong knowing there was still shit going on and I was just stuck in my day job pretending that everything was all well and good."
The redhead nodded, lips tugging upwards. "Fuck I can't even begin to imagine what you do when you're not doing this," he pulled lightly on his cape.
"Nothing spectacular," he smirked.
"Somehow I really doubt that," he said softly. "You don't really seem the boring desk job type," he pointed towards himself.
"Nah, that's just the type of person I prefer," he teased, Kyle rolling his eyes a bit before breaking into quiet laughter.
"Thanks for telling me. Honestly I was expecting something… incredibly vague," he admitted.
Mysterion shook his head. "I told you, I don't have shit to hide from you. Well… aside from one other thing with my real name I guess… but it's kind of out there and you wouldn't believe me," he smiled sadly.
Kyle blinked, "Like what?"
"Don't worry about it, it's not that important," he assured him, moving a bit and planting a gentle kiss against his lips. "Just trust me."
He nodded softly, still a bit lost from the statement, but deciding to for once be uncharacteristic of himself and let it go. He'd learned plenty from the hero tonight. He didn't exactly feel the need to push it. He reached up and grasped the back of his neck, pulling him down for another kiss. Mysterion let out a heavy, content breath, hands coming up and holding him tightly, lips softly dancing against one another. A tongue swiped across Kyle's lips and he opened his teeth, moaning quietly as a hot, soaking warmth pressed down into his mouth. Mysterion pulled back a bit and smirked. "You still think I'm an idiot for doin' this job?"
Kyle paused, looking into his shadowed face and taking a long breath. "Yes… and no," he conceded. "Yes because risking yourself when you're not obligated is… stupid. But… someone needs to do it," he said quietly. "Guess it's just a good thing it was you who decided to and not someone with some… vengeful agenda," he rolled his eyes.
Mysterion smiled fondly, going in for another kiss, slowly leading the redhead down onto his back. Kyle took a shaking breath as he parted from him, looking at the looming caped form and shuddering in the surreal nature of it all. The hero felt his shake and frowned concernedly, "Do you want me to stop?" he asked gently.
The accountant shook his head stubbornly, grabbing his cowl. "No. Please don't," he requested. Mysterion stared at him for a moment longer, absorbing every ounce of desperation and care that those green eyes projected on to him. The moment fell still as the night, nothing but a growing warmth between the both of them, their breaths mingling against one another's in a moist duet. Kyle pressed up and reattached them, eyes slipping shut and both of them sinking in against one another as hands curiously wandered up and down the vaguely explored forms.
Mysterion paused and smirked, "Any chance of Stan calling?"
"Not this late," he laughed warmly, head turning as Mysterion unbuttoned his collar and began trailing his lips along his jugular. "And if he does, fuck him, I'm asleep."
"Better not be," he purred, nipping his chin. "I was promised one hundred percent of you."
He smiled, moaning quietly at the teeth scraping over his throat began to lightly clench down, pinching and marking and sending rolls of pleasure cascading down his supine position. He gasped as Mysterion bore down on his hips, legs opening for the hero to settle between. Mysterion's keen eye traced over his chest and stomach as, button-by-button, he peeled his shirt further from him, finally undoing the last snag and tearing it open, absolutely famished by the pale, warm flesh before him. He buried his head into the crook of Kyle's neck, inhaling the smell of caramel coffee and subtle earthy cologne. He smiled, nuzzling down further as legs wrapped around his waist, Kyle's fingers tracing up under his cape and beginning to fight with the zipper of his jumpsuit.
"Eager, eager," he teased.
Kyle scoffed, finally managing to work a good line of the hindrance down. "You have a problem with that?" he questioned, mouth falling open and hand slipping from his mission as another rough grind rang against him. He gulped, fist curling in the suit and lazily bringing down his right sleeve. His eyes traced over the well-defined, subtle muscle of his shoulder. He couldn't help but gape a bit at the creamed golden skin before him, the recesses of his mind reminding him that this was the second time seeing such a sight, but this time he could enjoy himself while he did so. The backs of his nails traced up his clavicle, an almost innocent curiosity springing forth as he watched bone and muscle shift while a leather hand traced his bared waist.
"God no," he murmured, eyes smoldering at the feast laid out before him. He leaned down and snagged himself another kiss before redirecting to his ear, nudging his face to turn with his nose as teeth latched down on the lobe. Kyle hissed, arching back up against him, other hand finally kicking into gear, starting to tear down Mysterion's left side of his suit. He fumbled to help him shed his gloves, throwing them in an aimless direction across the room while he did so. Mysterion leaned up, helping him tear his arms out of the suit, letting it collapse limply between them. Kyle ducked his head down, planting long kisses along his shoulder and chest, overwhelmed by the heat spanning between them as Mysterion continued to rock their bodies against one another.
Mysterion's eyes flickered over, hearing Kyle's breathing becoming heavier, tiny whimpers slipping out with each brush of his teeth over his neck. He pouted in the slightest, his hood and mask fucking obscuring his view, wanting to feel the moistness of Kyle panting in his ear, hear those sounds without having to fight through two layers of thick fabric to do so. Kyle's hand opened, flatly sliding down his chest and cupping around his covered cock. Mysterion groaned, biting harder and feeling the redhead's mouth falling open, his throat vibrating with a covetous sound. He glanced over, seeing nothing but dark fabric and frowning, pulling back all at once and staring down at the man growing flustered beneath him.
Kyle blinked at the sudden change, shyly moving his hand back off of the man's dick and wrapping it around his shoulder. "Are you all right?" he asked, throat fighting for coherent words.
He twisted his lips, "I can't see you."
He tilted his head and raised his brow, "Pretty sure I'm not the one with the secret identity here."
Mysterion shook his head, "No, I mean I literally can't because of my stupid hood," he rolled his eyes.
"…Oh," he said quietly. "Um… I don't really have a solution here aside from the obvious answer," he winced.
He hesitated before biting his lip. "Kyle," he started, voice still husked enough to wrack a shudder through the smaller man, "Would you be pissed if I wanted to be selfish here?" he cringed a bit.
Kyle paused, watching him curiously. "Selfish how?"
"Well if I stay in this shit I'm gonna overheat," he said plainly. "And you already can't see who I am…?" he hinted.
"I, uh, I'm not following," he blinked.
He shifted a bit, biting his lip at Kyle's hand curling harder against his skin. "Do you trust me?"
"If I didn't I wouldn't be lying here half-naked with you," came a flat response. "Why-" he paused as Mysterion placed a hand over his eyes, watching him carefully.
"Do you trust me enough to not see anything?"
Kyle's breath hitched, heart pounding excitedly. A flutter of his stomach rang with the prospect, his jaw shaking lightly as Mysterion patiently waited for his answer. He swallowed a dry breath, knowing that the longer he procrastinated on answering, the more doubt the hero would carry. "Yes," he answered breathlessly.
The man smirked, pulling his hand down from his eyes and planting another kiss against him. "You kinky little minx," he murmured.
Kyle snorted and rolled his eyes, "If that's your definition of kinky, then boy do I have some stories for you."
Mysterion's eyes widened, face twisting into an uncontained glee and just barely able to hold back his excited tremors. "Well, story time later, don't make me feel inadequate," he kissed his nose before leaning up and glancing around the room, clicking his tongue.
"Uh… I have some scarves in my closet," Kyle suggested with a wince.
The vigilante smirked, stealing another kiss before hopping up and leaving Kyle sprawled on the couch, suddenly cold with the loss of him. Kyle grunted, sitting up and running a hand through his hair, watching as Mysterion hurried towards the closet, ripping it open and eyes darting to a small hook along the door with hats and scarves. He hummed, sifting through the collection until landing on a plain black strip of fleece, yanking it off its holding spot and kicking the door closed behind him as he made way back towards the waiting redhead. Kyle watched him intensively as he sat in front of him, carefully untwisting the fabric to fold in half. "Are you sure?" he asked softly.
Kyle nodded, "I'm sure." He took a final glance at Mysterion's collarbone, sighing to himself that he was losing the view, but he also wasn't stupid. Not like he'd get the full show regardless of this happening. He paused, eyes tracing down to the protruding bulge of his jumpsuit and licking over his lips. Well, maybe the element of surprise wasn't such a terrible notion to consider in this circumstance. He nearly jerked back as Mysterion tipped his chin up towards him.
He smirked, "I think it'll be fun if you don't see that first, don't you?" Kyle blushed, a little unnerved at his uncanny ability to take the words right out of his mouth. "Ready?" he asked softly. The redhead nodded, stopping his motion as Mysterion carefully slid the fabric over his eyes, the world vanishing all at once and sending his heart into enthusiastic palpitations. Mysterion took a shaking breath, carefully guiding the first loop around his thick curls before pausing and glancing at him in concern. "Your nose okay?" he asked, remembering all at once the possible hindrance.
"It's fine," he assured him, biting lightly on his tongue as Mysterion leaned forward and kissed his forehead before guiding the tail back around his head, positioning it to overlap the first strand resting on the bridge of his nose. Mysterion watched him cautiously as he tied the impromptu blindfold into place along the side of his head.
"Tell me if it's too tight," he said shakily.
Kyle snorted, "It's just a blindfold, calm down. I'm fine."
Mysterion pouted, "Look I just don't want to-"
"Mysterion. Stop," he said softly, grabbing around his forearm as he finished double knotting the material. "I'm completely fine," he promised.
"Okay," he whispered, moving his free hand to flick his fingers in front of Kyle's face from different angles, watching his blinded form for any kind of reaction. He nodded satisfactorily and bit his lip. "You're not gonna cheat, right?"
Kyle frowned, "Dude are you serious right now? Are we gonna do this or are you just going to spend the whole night drawing up a contract?"
"All right, all right," he said quietly, leaning forward and kissing him softly. He pulled back and took a deep breath, gulping down a full-fledged knot of anxiety as he slowly began to slip his hood and cowl off his head.
Kyle's ears perked as he stared into darkness, only the thinnest sliver of light breaking through at the apex of his line of sight, hearing a bundle of fabric hitting his living room floor and Mysterion's shaking breathing. "Hey, if you don't want to do this we can stop-"
"I want to," he blurted. "Just… I've never taken off this damn thing in front of anyone."
"Technically you're still not if it makes you feel better," he smirked playfully.
He couldn't help but snort a bit. He had a hell of a point. He gulped, grabbing the back of his balaclava and biting his lip, slowly tearing it off from behind, feeling strand after strand of meshed hair beginning to fall back into place out of their confinement. A long breath escaped him as he ripped the mask off entirely, glancing at Kyle's waiting form with a yearning to just rip that damn scarf off and let him see him, let him see Kenny.
Ken bit his lip, dropping his mask off to the side and gently snaring Kyle's thin wrists. Kyle blinked, following his motions as his hands were guided to the bare skin of an unmasked face. The redhead's hidden eyes widened, fingers and thumbs exploring the contours of high cheekbones and brushing softly over trembling lips. He gulped, sliding his hands up into a thick mess of hair, heart pounding excitedly. An unknown color danced in his fingertips, stacked and disarrayed, partially flattened by their covering but still buoyant enough for him to grab two handfuls and guide him forward to meet his lips.
Kenny moaned, heart fluttering in relief at the willingness to keep going, a deep, off part of him that harbored a fear of Kyle only wanting the mask finally began to ebb away, sinking off into the deepest reaches of his consciousness as he grabbed Kyle's own hair, threading it tightly in the webbing of his fingers. Kyle shifted up onto his knees, arms sliding around his shoulders and hands pressing back up into his hair, tilting his head up for Kyle to sink into. Their tongues flickered against one another, swiping over roofs and gums, rounding around teeth and swirling in a spit and moan filled chorus heard in the surround sound of their private symphony. Kyle's shoulders rolled as Kenny slowly began to work off his unbuttoned shirt, begrudgingly unhooking his arms from around him so he could snap it off of him and throw it off and away. A hand automatically went back to Kenny's cheek, the other taking its stance on his shoulder and lightly scraping his nails along the thinly stretched skin.
The blonde dove his head down and around, sinking into his neck and suckling against his clavicle. Kyle shuddered, face redirecting into the mess of hair, taking in the new smell of dirt, heavy fabric, and pleasant oils. He traced down until finding an ear, nibbling around the edge down to the lobe, giving him a sweet, heavy kiss right underneath. Kenny's hands traced down, cupping around Kyle's ass and pulling him forward, a smile curling up his lips at the throaty gasp echoing into his ear. Kyle whimpered, burying himself in Kenny's hair and shaking. "You have stuff?" Kenny murmured, having to fight to remember to keep his voice grated without the constant reminder of heavy fabric pressing against his face.
"My room," he whispered, tugging at his hair lightly. Kenny nodded, shifting to get one of his feet onto the floor.
"All right, c'mon," he urged, hefting under his arms and getting him onto his feet, Kyle's body instinctually flailing without his sight. "Shhh I gotcha," he promised, moving to keep Kyle's grip secure on his hand and shoulder, very slowly guiding him backwards. Kyle kept trying to look behind him, getting overly frustrated with the inability to see obstacles. "Come on, just let me get you," he said kindly, hooking a strong arm around Kyle's waist and pressing him back, following him one step at a time. He led him past the desk and Kyle's open laptop, making his way towards the short hall leading to his bedroom. Kyle took a deep breath, allowing him to guide his way, just hoping that he didn't get overly distracted and goddamn trip him over anything. A soft moan left him as lips found his own, a silent promise hidden in their private language. All at once he fell at ease, limberly hooking around Kenny's neck, fingers playing with loose follicles tickling his skin.
Kenny finally managed to get them to his room, crossing the threshold. He glanced at the light switch for a moment before reconsidering. The dark was better, just in case his blindfold fell a little loose. He'd at least have the time to maybe fix the problem before they ran into a bigger conundrum. Slowly he pressed him through the space, Kyle's leg hitting the bed and he stumbled before catching himself, recognizing the plush surface and instantly creating the layout in his mind. He bit on Kenny's neck, eliciting a hiss from the taller man, hand slipping down under the half-undone fabric of his suit to grab his first handful of hot skin. He smiled, feeling him shudder at his touch as his fingers lightly played with the hardened flesh. His free hand came down, tugging down at his waistband and Kenny blinked himself out of his stupor, hurriedly raising his legs one at a time and reaching behind him to throw off his boots and socks with loud thuds as they landed across the room.
"Eager, eager," Kyle echoed, tone slipping into a mischievous grate that Kenny couldn't help but stop and stare at him for, a wider smile slicing through his face. Leave it to Kyle to always have him be pleasantly surprised.
"Problem with that?" he challenged.
Kyle smirked, a sight to behold for Kenny in the pale moonlight slamming into him from the windows, making him a luminescent sight that he never wanted to lose. "No no," he said, both hands hooking around his waistband and turning him just slightly, sinking down onto his knees and taking the fabric with him. A hand traveled up his thigh, sending goosebumps prickling along his skin before he melted at the feeling of slim fingers wrapping back around him. "No problem at all," he finished, leaning up and dragging his tongue slowly over his head.
"Oh my god," Kenny mouthed, looking up and thanking Jesus and God and anyone else he could possibly comprehend before reality all but left him with a pair of warm wet lips wrapping around his cock. He held in a squeak, palm moving down to thread him through thick curls as Kyle slowly began to experience his taste, pressing himself along his cock as though he'd been doing so for years.
Kyle was absolutely beside himself, finding a set of nerves he'd never had when he had to look at his partners. Something about the way they stared always seemed to hold him back in some way, but now, now he could completely block that element out. He could focus on what made both of them so very happy. He pressed himself farther, Kenny's cock tickling near the back of his throat before he pulled back, bobbing along and running his hand through his spit. Firm strokes accompanied his practiced rhythm, tongue taking a route all its own as it traveled the different sensations it could find; dipping itself through a batch of pre-cum, swirling around the head like a whirlpool, committing this new taste, this new piece of skin to its memory; something to hold on to when nights got just a little too lonely.
Kenny's fingers tightened in his hair and he let out a long moan, lashes fluttering under their confinement. He pulled back, tongue tracing as he followed the underside of his cock. He cupped Kenny's balls in his hand before taking one into his mouth, his stroking keeping the rhythm as he let out a wonton moan, feeling the man focused so heavily on him and relishing in it. A few quick tugs on his hair broke his ecstatic wanderings, breaking off from his sucking with his hand still going and directing his head up at the blonde. "Hm?" was the only thing he could seem to work out. He blinked as the skin pulled from his hand, a sudden and quick arm reaching down to snare around his waist and bring him up, sending him with a yelp onto his back on the bed. He let out an oof as Kenny jumped on top of him, hurriedly undoing his pants and ripping them down his legs.
"T-too much for you?" he managed to work out as he was twisted around until his slacks and boxers were finally off of him and thrown violently across the room.
Kenny leaned up over him and let out a disbelieving laugh. "God no," he promised, giving him a long, lingering kiss. Kyle hummed happily, biting the blonde's lip playfully. "Wanna keep goin' with that?" Ken husked.
"Well you were the one who stopped me," he scoffed. He raised his brow as he was pulled further into the center of the bed, his hand falling down beside his head and waiting curiously. He blinked as heat was suddenly over top of him, opening his mouth to question what was happening before it broke off into a long moan with wet heat suddenly around his own dick. He squeaked, hand jutting out in shock and hitting skin beside him, turning his hand and feeling a knee and thigh by his head. He grinned, tracing up above him until finding Kenny's cock waiting just above his mouth. He tilted his head back, scooting down to once again take him between his lips, both of them letting out a long moan at the cycle of feeling circulating between them.
Kenny's hands traced down Kyle's slim thighs, rounding the globes of his ass atop the mattress and digging stubbed nails into the plump flesh. He pulled his hips further into his mouth, the heat of his skin far outweighing any amount of searing his costume could put off. He pulled back a bit, kissing the head and running his tongue tauntingly around his skin, smiling at Kyle's needy whine intermittently blocked from pressing his lips up further along his cock, taking him all in and relishing in every single inch.
Thin hands rounded up Kenny's waist, nails digging into his back, scratching deeply for more. Ken grinned, head falling back over Kyle's cock and taking him to his throat, hips lightly pressing down into the waiting chasm beneath him. Kyle tilted his head back further, tongue flattening and lips forming a tight rim for him to slide through. He scratched harder, whimpering as Kenny pulled a hand back and quickly brought it back against his ass with a hard thud, prying his cheeks apart and forcing him to propel upwards time and again.
Colors danced in the darkness of his scarf, every sense completely overtaken with the taste and smell of cock. His stomach tingled, his legs tremoring lightly as frizzed blonde hair scraped up and down between his thighs. He was trapped, held down by body heat and cock, the only manner of imprisonment he'd ever be fine with never breaking from. Kyle's tongue swooped up as Kenny raised his hips, catching a taste of more pre-cum and a satisfied sound crept through his throat, smiling at a return noise coming from his legs as an eager mouth suckled his skin fervently. He extended his arms as far up Kenny's back as he could manage, tediously and torturously scraping his nails down the length of his spine, feeling a shudder racking through his body and a moan vibrating around his cock.
Kenny was nearly dancing with glee, barely able to comprehend the situation he was in. Him. With Kyle. Without his fucking mask. It was surreal, filled with the delicacy of clean skin, the sound of a private musical of Kyle's noises, and the ambiance of nothing but mottled moonlight splaying into the room through the trees over them like tulle. His eyes fluttered, fingers lightly stroking over porcelain skin. He pushed his hips down into the waiting mouth yet again, smirking at Kyle's breathless whimper with each propulsion. His back was arched uncomfortably, legs cramping and jaw threatening to lock up, but damn it all if any of that thought that it'd stop him from savoring every goddamn second that Kyle was willing to give him.
His tongue swirled around the head and Kyle arched with a stifled yelp, Kenny blinking before repeating motion, feeling Kyle's thighs beginning to quake uncontrollably and grinning madly. He popped off his cock and chuckled, "Sensitive when I do that?" he purred, making the rounds time and again, feeling Kyle squirming beneath him, scratching at him wildly.
Kyle dropped his head down, turning his head from Kenny's cock and letting out a high-octave sound of desperation as spittle dribbled down his cheek. "If you wanna fuck me, you better do it now because I'm about to lose it," he snapped.
Kenny smirked, giving a final lingering kiss to the head, licking the pre-cum off his lips and carefully turning around over top of him, staring at the disheveled figure beneath him. He snared his wrists in his hands, shoving them down firmly to either side of his head, watching him arch and moan, teeth scraping over his trembling lip. Kenny leaned down, kissing him softly and humming against him. "Gonna lose it, huh?" he teased throatily.
"Don't do this," he squirmed in his hold, yelping as Kenny dug his cock down against his own, rutting against him agonizingly slow.
Kenny's lips quirked, giving his wrists a few gentle squeezes. "Maybe I wanna make you cum over and over," he taunted, soaking in the feeling of Kyle's frustrated noises as he beat his head against the mattress. "Make you wait for it."
"You were the one nearly crying because I cut us off the other night!" he snapped.
Ken snorted, "Yeah, but now I have options."
"Mysterion, come onnnn," he whined, arching up against him and making Kenny gasp out sharply. "I already can't goddamn see you stop making this worse!" he pouted.
Kenny smiled sadly, leaning down and giving him another sweet kiss, relinquishing his wrists. "It's pretty great you're willing to do that," he said quietly.
"Don't give me so much credit, I'm goddamn desperate and horny," he scoffed, Ken feeling the blush radiating off his cheeks and just sensing those green eyes rolling dramatically. Kyle's hand found his face and stroked his thumb over his cheek. Kenny leaned into his palm, staring down at him with a long, content sigh.
"Where's the stuff?" he asked, pecking his hand.
"Second drawer," he said softly, tugging his hair to bring him down again for another smooth touch of their swollen lips. Kenny hummed, rubbing his nose against the redhead's before backing off and reaching towards Kyle's nightstand, ripping open the drawer and fumbling in the dark until his hand hit a plastic bottle, tearing it out and directing the label against the moonlight. He glanced back in, hand still searching around.
"Condoms?" he asked.
Kyle was silent for a minute before a long "Fuuucccckkk," left his lips. "No. I've been out for a while. I mean I'm clean if that means anything to you."
Kenny snorted, "So am I, you're okay with that?"
"If you are," he shrugged. "Not like it's a new thing."
The blonde chuckled, popping open the bottle and dousing his fingers in lube, sliding it around his fingers and taking the opportunity to look at Kyle still lying back. Waiting just for him. He shivered with excitement, licking his lips as he moved towards him once again.
Kyle's breath hitched, feeling wet fingers on his hipbone, tracing down, down, down. Kenny grabbed one of his legs, gently pushing it further apart, Kyle feeling beyond exposed and vulnerable and loving every minute. He bit his lip as a soft, caring hand worked towards his ass, a slick finger prodding just barely inside until he exhaled before sheathing itself within him. He leaned his head back and moaned, fists curling lightly above his head. Kenny glanced over him, watching him move as he wriggled his finger, observing the happy smile dancing on full lips. He smirked, crouching down as he continued to work him open, head turning to lightly kiss his inner thigh. Kenny could feel the muscle of his leg tense, bringing his free hand up to grip it tenderly as he nipped the delicate skin, eliciting a breathy yelp from the redhead.
Kenny flickered blue eyes up towards Kyle's half-hidden face, peppering his thigh down to his hip with kisses as he slowly wormed in his second finger. "Oh fuck," Kyle breathed, shoulders pinching and back arching in the slightest, brought up further with a well-placed suckling on his ilium crest. Kenny hummed, moistening every inch of skin within his range as he scissored him.
Kyle's hands twined within the sheets beneath him, fighting to make himself remember to breathe. His shoulders rolled, body swaying in a boat on an ocean crafted just by those fingers. 'God I don't care who he really is,' he thought, a hiss coming through his teeth at another hickey being placed inside his thigh. 'If he just promises to keep doing this he's moving the fuck in.' He let his brain wander for a moment in the notion of this being a nightly routine, something to look forward to on long days… Coming home to a deep, husky voice and a warm set of lips.
His mind fleeted from this higher plane as a third finger wormed in alongside the others, body tensing and jaw dropping with a loud yelp, the fingers freezing. "Don't stop, don't stop," he breathed out, knuckles turning white as they tangled in the cotton.
Kenny nodded to himself, pressing down inside, twisting his fingers and watching Kyle's body contort along with them. He grinned, tottering them upwards and Kyle nearly screeched, body overrun with colors and feelings and sensitivity as his prostate was assaulted. Kenny could just barely make out Kyle's wrinkling nose, his scrunching eyes under the heavy fabric, wishing that he could get a nice, clear view of it all.
'Maybe one day,' he thought longingly, adoration settling comfortably on his eyes as he continued to stretch the redhead.
Kyle's brow knit, feeling the stretch but it just wasn't enough. "Fuck!" he snapped, head slamming back against his mattress, back curving in a nearly balletic arch. "I'm good, I'm good!" he pleaded.
"You're sur-"
"YES!" he bit, twitching as the fingers withdrew from him all at once, feeling hands moving around him. He groaned as an arm reached around the small of his back and lifted him up, a pillow comfortably settling under his hips.
Kenny bit his lip, pouring more lube onto his hand and gripping himself, wincing at how damn ready he was to fucking go. The slick sound of him stroking himself filled the empty space between them, Kyle's jaw trembling as he lay still, mentally preparing himself, aching for it to happen already. He felt the bed being pressed lightly beside his head, heat suddenly reappearing over top of him and lips taking his own. The feeling of scorching, slick skin stroked over his puckered skin, making it take everything in his power to keep from bucking his hips in earnest as he spread his legs wider.
Ken caught the rise of skin, holding himself steady and slowly inching himself forward. He captured Kyle's mouth as it went agape, breathing in his rapid whispers, moaning softly at his hands flying up and entangling in his hair and on his shoulder. Ken grunted, pressing himself into the heat bits at a time before finding his hips meeting Kyle's propped ass, kissing him sloppily as the redhead's fingers twitched and scratched.
Nails hooked into his skin, digging in deep and squeezing, Kyle giving a brisk, tiny nod with his eyes slammed closed and his whimpers drowned out by Kenny's tongue. The blonde reared back, shoving back into place and watching Kyle's head flying back with a loud cry from red lips. Slowly, he found a rhythm, watching cautiously for any signs for him to stop, not getting any with Kyle's relentless clawing and frantic, slurred pleas.
Lean calves hooked around his waist and he grinned, pressing down faster, hearing those begging noises turning nearly incomprehensible, Kyle's hands unsure of what to do, touching every little bit of him that he could reach. Kenny broke from his lips, Kyle's sounds loud and unmuffled, echoing around them and sending a pleasant, smug roll down Kenny's spine. He twisted his neck to latch onto Kyle's, sucking roughly right in the crook, feeling the redhead's teeth planting themselves in his shoulder as he latched around him. Kenny backed up just a tad, seeing the ashen form beneath him alit in the moonlight, coated with a thin layer of sweat and glowing.
Kyle was transcendental; his body an unobserved universe all his own with stars in hidden eyes and swirling galaxies lost in the ember-lined tendrils matted down with sweat. For this moment, Kenny was fortunate enough to pay viewing to what lied between the dark matter of his life, all unknowns suddenly so clear as he became an orbiter in the most intimate of moments that Kyle would allow another being to experience along with him. He ducked his head back down into the nova of heat along his neck and kissed him tenderly, allowing himself nothing more than a grunt here and there, just wanting this moment to revolve around the star cluster beneath him.
Kyle was nearly lucid, lost in the mysterious element that he'd been cast into, feeling perfectly at home as he wandered through the darkened void. Every sense was heightened, feeling the heavy pants on his neck, the pressure against his abdomen from Kenny leaning on him and the occasional brushes over his leaking cock. He could feel the dick inside of him living, pulsing, branding him, claiming him for its own. He shivered, body sliding to Kenny's whim, completely subject to the treatment that he was more than happy to accommodate.
Another sensation invaded his moment, stealing his attention as it slipped down around his head with a hardened thrust. He nearly let it happen, just let it all be undone. See his answers, know without a doubt just who it was that was shining within the darkness of his troubled life. But he'd lose the trust. Lose what he had promised and what he had been promised. Quick as a flash, he dropped his hand from Kenny's hair and snagged his fallen blindfold, eyes still clenched shut as he forced it back into place. "Turn me!" he gasped as another push fell into him.
Ken stopped, looking at him and blinking at his hand holding up his blindfold. "What?"
"Flip me over, it won't stay on," he elaborated best as he could with a cock shoved balls-deep inside of him.
The blonde took a deep breath, a fond smile crawling onto his lips. "No. Hold it there," he said, grabbing Kyle's other hand and shoving it down beside his head, pinning him and resuming his speed. Kyle gasped wetly, trying desperately to keep the scarf settled over his eyes, twisting it in his hand to keep it down.
A slick hand found its way to his cock and he let out a quivering sound, hips arching into the hand as it firmly stroked, everything piling on top of him at once: His loss of sight, no use of his hands, the cock in his ass and his own being so skillfully played with, lips taking his own every few breaths. The mystery of it all. The pure thrill of the amount of trust that was being placed on him, cementing him in the other's eyes as someone to believe in, someone that would hold his wants and needs above his own.
It was overwhelming for the both of them, utterly lost in the world that they had crafted all their own in the darkness of the night, in the world of shrouds that they'd found themselves thrown into, having only each other to help stave through until they could once again find light.
"Ah…a-ahh…" Kyle let out loudly, jaw clenching and body tremoring, unable to keep himself from jerking incessantly as he tried to focus on his task and the sensitivity building in the pits of his stomach. "Oh god," he whimpered.
Kenny leaned his forehead down against his own, feeling the head of Kyle's cock brushing against his stomach as he rutted inside of him gracelessly. "Come on," he nearly spat, kissing his nose and lips pointedly. "Come on."
Kyle's head leaned back, neck arching and shoulders pressing him up on the bed. "Oh fuck!" he screamed, hips jerking up as he spilled between the both of them, gasping for air, fingers holding his blindfold twisting almost painfully in the material. His head fell to the side as he panted through an open mouth, strained whines coming through a dried throat as Kenny relinquished his soiled cock, planting his hand down firmly beside his chest as he neared his own end, pressing harder against him.
"Where?" he breathed, nipping Kyle's ear sharply and releasing his captive wrist.
"Anywhere you want," he mumbled with a weak voice, grunting with every continued press in his spent body.
Kenny nodded silently, teeth gritting and hips on a mission all their own, dragging Kyle along the mattress relentlessly. The coil was being wound, the star ready at long last to burn out. He glanced over as Kyle's free hand reached up and cupped the side of his face, feeling the exhaustion and satisfaction seeping through his fingertips. "Shit," he groaned, close enough the ever-swinging pendulum was nearly painful. Kyle leaned up, kissing his chin softly, a complete mismatch against the pure brutal speed Kenny was inflicting on him.
The gentle, tender gesture was enough for Kenny to snap, the universe collapsing on itself as he ripped out of Kyle and gripped himself. Only two strokes were needed before he came with a long moan over the mess smeared atop Kyle's stomach and chest. Kyle merely leaned back with a smile, lungs heaving and body glistening with sweat and cum, completely aglow with bliss and comfortable fatigue.
Kenny let out a labored gasp as the last of him dribbled out of his cock, releasing his skin and landing above Kyle with trembling arms. He leaned down, dragging his tongue along Kyle's stomach up his chest through their combined mess before meeting his lips again, delving his tongue into his mouth to share in the indulgent taste. Kyle moaned, listlessly curling fingers in Kenny's hair and stroking against his skull with limp digits.
The redhead pulled back for a breath, continuing to play in his hair, "Good?" he whispered.
"Jesus Christ," he laughed hoarsely, kissing his cheek. "Amazing."
Kyle grinned, "You're okay, too, I guess." Kenny snorted, slapping his arm lightly.
He pecked his temple. "Hang on, keep covered, I'll get a towel," he said, hopping off the bed with wobbling legs.
The remaining man sighed wearily, shakily sitting himself up and fumbling with his blindfold, retying it to its original stability. He hadn't felt so happy, so relieved in so many fucking years he'd almost forgotten what it felt like. It was surreal, on a plane all his own full of Kenny's ethereal warmth.
He flinched as a sudden material pressed against him. "Shhh, sorry," Kenny whispered, slowly wiping off his torso. "Shoulda known better."
Kyle snorted, "Well I don't think either of us is thinking very well right now."
The blonde grinned, "True. Here, turn," he guided, putting a hand on his hip and rolling him over to wipe down his inner thighs and lube still seeping out of him. He glanced at the faint markings in the darkness atop his skin and beaming. If they showed up this well in the dark, he could only imagine how stark they looked in the light. He finished cleaning him up best as he could before wiping himself down, glancing over as Kyle rolled back onto his knees, staring at him with his blinded eyes. "You all right?"
"Great, actually," he said with a tired grin, fumbling around and grasping his pillow, throwing it back at the front of his bed. He snagged his dirtied top sheet, tearing it down, maneuvering his knees around it until he could throw it off the edge.
Kenny chuckled, moving towards his closet and snagging a spare blanket from the top shelf. "Little late to do laundry I think," he commented, moving back and tossing it to him.
Kyle nodded. "Yeah…" he trailed off lightly and scratched at his hair, letting out a long yawn.
He watched him concernedly tossing the soiled towel onto the floor. "Kyle, are you sure you're all right?" he prodded, having to battle the relaxation wanting to take over his tone to keep his voice up.
"Um… so is your day job… on the weekends, too?" he asked softly.
"No, I don't work weekends," he snorted.
He rubbed his arm sheepishly, blushing under his scarf. "Then can you just… kinda stay with me for a little while?" he requested meekly. "I-I'll keep the blindfold on, I just don't want-"
"Hey," he stopped him with a finger against his lips and a soft chuckle. "You don't need to give me a reason. Of course I'll stay a while." Kyle smiled, feeling the bed dipping beside of him and those lips finding his own once more. Kyle hummed, bringing him down with him to the topside of the bed, nestled in his pillows and continuing to plant soft pecks against one another.
For nearly two hours they stayed in near silence aside from sleepy teasing and casual touches. Forgetting the chaos going on, ignoring the matters at hand that didn't involve each other wrapped together under a spare blanket and individually visiting daydreams of what the future might hold for them when everything finally fell into place in their favor.
For nearly two hours, Kenny held Kyle tightly and stroked his hair until deep breaths swayed against his chest, Kyle falling limply into his pillows with his lips partially agape from the blonde's last kiss and lost from the world in a deep sleep at long last. Kenny delicately removed Kyle's blindfold, kissed his forehead and stared at the slumbering redhead for one more lingering moment, before standing to get back into his uniform, so Mysterion could go home.