Songs:
IAMX - Insomnia
RED -If I break
Craig rushes in the direction he saw Kenny's silhouette head in last. Which leads him to some nearby woods. It's nearly impossible to navigate in the darkness, but he comes across a small clearing illuminated by the moon's light sometime later.
Trying to figure out what direction he should head in next for Kenny and looking for any clues that could help with that choice, a quiet rustle catches his attention. Then he's there. Standing in front of him. Kenny. His eyes piercing the dark as he watches him.
"Kenny..." Craig says quietly. He knew that this was probably a bad idea but did not care, he needed to help him. And if he could reach him somehow then maybe he just might be able to. "It's me. Craig."
Kenny cocks his head slightly before taking a step towards him. His mouth hung open. His breathing shallow behind the tips of sharp teeth. Craig wouldn't lie to himself, he did indeed feel some fear while seeing Kenny in his current state. But his concern for the other was far greater than it.
Kenny approaches and Craig's heart rate starts to rise, unsure of what's to come. But he notices more clearly now, that Kenny's prior wounds are now gone. When Kenny reaches him he leans forward, as if sniffing the air. Craig doesn't move as Kenny leans in closer. Cool air brushes against his neck in breaths, until Kenny presses his nose and mouth to it. Goosebumps spread and Kenny moves down his neck to his chest, pausing for a moment—before pushing him down to the ground.
Craig lands on his ass and just as he looks back up to Kenny, Kenny quickly hunches down, grabs his shoulders and shoves him onto his back. His mouth moves down to Craig's chest again, and the combined feeling of both worry and confusion pass through Craig as to what he's doing. Kenny's face moves away then and he moves a hand to the top of Craig's shirt from his opened jacket. In one swift motion, he drags a sharp nail down it fast and tears it open.
Craig is startled by the sudden action as cool air now brushes against his exposed chest. Kenny moves his hand flat against Craig's side then and runs it up along it, causing Craig to shiver from its chilled touch. Kenny moves the other hand over his chest as if feeling Craig's heartbeat underneath it. He then moves it away as he leans down to Craig's neck again and opens his mouth with a low breathy sound. Craig half expects Kenny to bite him, as his tongue presses to his skin. But Kenny instead moves it down his neck, past his collarbone and chest, to his stomach. He stops and goes back to sniffing him again, his head starting to move further south down Craig's body. He comes to a stop again at Craig's crotch and presses his nose hard against it. Craig tries to move away, but a low growl erupts from Kenny when he does so he stops. Why is he sniffing there? Craig thinks. Kenny stays there for a short while longer, before he moves back somewhat and in another quick motion, tears off Craig's jogging pants by the seams.
The moment they're off, Kenny leans back to his crotch and starts sniffing again. What is Kenny doing? Why is he doing this? Craig fidgets as Kenny's nose and mouth press hard to his; still luckily covered by underwear, dick. He can feel the traces of Kenny's lips run against it on the other side of the fabric. Another low growl erupts from Kenny as if frustrated by something, and before Craig can guess as to why, Kenny's fingers are under the band of his underwear and tearing them off as well, with a loud rip.
Craig's eyes widen now that he lies fully exposed and practically naked under Kenny. And Kenny once again leans back down to his crotch. Craig tries not to shiver as cool breath and skin brush across his raw dick. He's uncomfortable with all this for multiple reasons. One being with Kenny pressing so hard into his crotch like he was and sniffing it. Then another being that, with Kenny's current state, he wasn't sure what he would do at any moment. And another being that he was practically naked and out in the middle of the woods. And then of course there was also—
Craig's thoughts are interrupted as Kenny's cold tongue runs along the side of his dick. It swirls underneath it before wrapping around the tip and playing against it. Craig has to resist a shudder as it does. A strange grunt escapes Kenny before his mouth opens more and he slides Craig into it. Craig's eyes widen in fear, afraid that Kenny was going to bite it off. Especially with how he has it, it wouldn't be hard for him to just bite off the highly sensitive area. But instead, Kenny's tongue continues to play against him and rubs at Craig's now semi-hard cock.
Craig couldn't understand how his body could be both aroused and afraid at the same time right now. It was bizarre. A quiet moan escapes him as Kenny rubs his tongue against the tip of his cock. Kenny lets out some sort of deep rumble sound and the vibrations of it around Craig, cause him to shiver and gasp. Kenny slips Craig out of his mouth then, and Craig feels some relief that his dick is no longer surrounded by sharp pointy teeth anymore. But his relief is short lived as Kenny's mouth now wraps around his testicles. He could faintly feel the tips of teeth against them as Kenny sucked and played with them. Luckily, he doesn't play with them for long as Kenny moves away a short time later and stops, as if thinking something over, before he grabs the back of Craig's knees and pushes them up.
Craig suddenly feels very vulnerable as he becomes aware of what was most likely happening. Kenny's face moves back between his legs and starts to sniff again, this time at Craig's hole. It lasts a few seconds before Craig feels Kenny's cool tongue prod at him. At first it's not so bad, until he feels it start to slide inside. The bizarre sensation of Kenny's long tongue slipping into him, causes him to squirm and clench around his tongue. Kenny presses up as close as he can get and Craig tries his best to keep down the odd shivers he was experiencing as Kenny explored his insides. There's a quick shuddery gasp that escapes Craig as the tip of Kenny's tongue touches a certain spot in him. A low hum comes from Kenny as he does it again, this time earning a small moan from Craig. He does it a couple more times, before pulling his tongue out and sitting upright. Craig's face, unbeknownst to him, is faintly flushed as he looks up at him. He didn't need to read Kenny's mind to know where this was all leading to. He could tell by the position he was in and how Kenny wasn't going to let him go now, that it was what he wanted.
And as if on cue, Kenny moves his hips closer to Craig's
The skin around Kenny's cock pulls down as it rises. Even though Craig knew it was heading to this, he didn't know if his body would be able to take it with Kenny's current state, or how Kenny would act.
Kenny's cock wraps around Craig's and starts to rub it, first slow then harder and harder. Kenny's mouth opens slightly as shallow breaths start to come out. Kenny rubs himself against Craig's shaft and testicles in back and forward motions, his breathing getting more heavy as he does. It doesn't take long for Craig's semi-hard on, to become a full one from it. When it does, Kenny slowly slides down between him and starts to poke and prod at his hole.
Craig's breath catches and holds and he shuts his eyes, bracing himself for what was coming next. But when nothing comes and Kenny stays just pressed against him, he opens his eyes again to see why. Kenny's face is contorted into a snarl or something, while he now lean in a more hunched position over him. His nails dig into Craig's skin, as low growls come from him.
"Kenny?" Craig asks, hesitant.
Kenny's head faces downwards and he shakes it, leaning more into himself. His mouth opens and heated sounding breaths escape, along with minor growls. To Craig, it looked like he was fighting with himself internally. He feels Kenny's cock flick against him and pull back before swirling it around his hole again. Is he trying to stop himself? Craig thinks. It looked like Kenny was struggling a lot, almost as if he were in pain because of it. A thought comes back to Craig, recalling what Kenny had said to him before when they were intimate for the first time.
"Kenny—" Craig says, pushing himself up onto his elbows.
There's a growl from Kenny as he does so, but Craig doesn't stop. Ignoring the growls, Craig reaches a hand to him. When it just barely touches his head, Kenny flinches away from it and looks up at him, growling. His teeth bared. Craig doesn't pay it any mind though and places his hand on Kenny's cheek. Kenny flinches again, although not as big this time. Is he sacred? Or in pain? Craig wonders, trying to figure him out. He runs his thumb under his eye lightly and Kenny's expression seems to soften a bit. Or maybe it's both?
"It's okay," Craig says, "I'll be okay. I know you won't hurt me."
Kenny's growling subsides then and his face stops contorting. There's a brief silence that falls before Craig feels Kenny start to prod at him again. He expects him to enter this time, but what he doesn't expect is how fast and hard he does. The moment Kenny thrusts right into him, Craig lets go of him and his back arches as he lets out a loud moan. Kenny then quickly pushes Craig down to his back again and lies on top of him as he starts animalistic thrusts into him. His pants are heavy next to Craig's ear with each one and their so hard, they cause Craig's entire body to shake with each one.
The cool friction of Kenny's skin against his own, was a stark contrast to the hot burning he felt inside. The feeling was so intense that Craig couldn't stop the moans and screams escaping his mouth. It wasn't because of pain though, no. Each one of Kenny's thrust was aimed directly at that one spot in him. Like he was aware enough on where to keep hitting. Craig's ass slaps loudly against Kenny and is the only other sound he could hear, besides Kenny's pants and his own moans and screams. A quick coolness shoots inside him as Kenny stops on a deep thrust and lets out a low sigh. He knows right away what it is and half expects Kenny to be done now. But Kenny only stops for a moment after it, before he starts thrusting into him again. Craig's hands search for something to grab at, the feeling so strong he needed to squeeze something in them. He ends up wrapping his arms around Kenny and digging his nails into his back. Kenny lets out a low growl at it, but doesn't stop his motions. Upon Kenny's second release, a short while later, Kenny lets out a very low hum next to Craig's ear.
"Cr...aig."
The word struggles a lot to come out and Craig is surprised by it. He goes to say something, but is cut short by Kenny continuing to thrust again.
"Plea...su..re." Kenny adds.
But Craig is confused by what he's trying to say.
It's not until Kenny's third release some time later, does he move away from Craig. Craig expects him to pull out, but Kenny instead grabs the back of his knees and pushes them above his head, spreading them as wide as they can go. He then presses his hips hard against his ass and starts to move around inside him. Kenny plays with his walls until he finds the spot again, causing Craig to twitch and shudder. Kenny then starts to rub at it, first slow, then honing in on it more quickly, rubbing it hard. The sensation causes Craig's body to shake and tremble and he soon found himself losing control over his body as wave after wave of pleasure spread through his groin.
His legs and hips twitch, he clenches and unclenches rapidly around Kenny. His breathing quick, shallow and hard to catch. His whole body burning at the intensity of pleasure he was experiencing. His cock continuously leaking precum from it and twitching with each pleasure wave. His mouth not stopping the moans each time he took a breath, and tears now streaming down his face. Kenny increases his rubbing speed and Craig just about loses it. He throws his head back and searches for something to hold again, but only finds grass. His hands end up balling in on themselves.
Another cooling feeling shoots inside him, this time against that spot and he visibly shudders hard and moans. Kenny leans over him then and grabs Craig's wrists, placing his hands on either side of his head, before uncurling Craig's fingers and slipping his own between them. Craig faintly feels as the plastic band of the ring Kenny gave him, presses into his finger between Kenny's own. He had almost forgotten he put it on when trying to sleep that night.
Craig's hips are lifted upwards against Kenny's as he continues pressing that spot and Craig's grip on Kenny's hands close and tighten.
Time is lost to Craig as his whole body starts to tingle and fuzz and his mind becomes increasingly hazy and cloudy. He was almost certain he was going to pass out if this kept up. Any resistance that his body may have had in it was now completely gone and he felt almost as if he could melt into the ground.
Kenny's mouth still hung open as pants kept falling from it. Craig could faintly feel his own precum dripping from his cock and onto his stomach as it ran down his side. Everything burned and was light at the same time for him. It was like falling but not at the same time. He didn't care how he looked or sounded right now, all he could focus on was pleasure. A hot blinding pleasure that consumed his very being.
And when he thinks it can't get anymore intense, his stomach coils somewhere deep inside as Kenny suddenly starts to thrust into him again. And everything goes white as he tilts his head back, arches his back and lets out a very loud screaming moan as he comes hard. He clenches so hard at the intense pleasure, that he simultaneously also makes Kenny release inside again.
As he comes down from the high of it, his breathing becomes ragged. His brain fuzzy and stars played in his vision. He was certain he was on the edge of passing out.
Kenny was stopped now and staring at him again, as if observing him. Kenny starts to move inside him again and Craig looks at him.
"Kenny… no more…" Craig's voice is strained and barely audible now, "my body… can't take anymore… please."
Craig thinks he won't stop when he feels Kenny keeps moving inside him, but he does and lets go of his hands, then and sits up. He slowly pulls out from him and the moment he does, a pressure that had built up inside of Craig comes undone as all of Kenny's releases pour out of him and onto the ground beneath. Kenny holds his legs as he leans down and licks along Craig's now soft cock, causing him to twitch. Craig isn't sure what he's doing until Kenny runs his tongue up his stomach and licks the cum off of it. Then he realizes that Kenny is cleaning him off. Once done, he looks at Craig and lets go of one of his legs, which falls flat to the side as he does. He reaches a hand almost curiously to Craig's face and Craig is mildly surprised as he wipes a tear trail away.
"Hur...t?" Kenny gets out.
"Me?" Craig breathes and he notices an almost concern look cross Kenny's features. "No… I just need some… rest," Craig tells him and attempts to smile at him. Kenny looks at him for a long while before his face starts to slowly contort again and he hunches over. "Kenny?" Craig asks, concerned.
"Pa...in," Kenny gets out, before grabbing at his head. When he looks up at Craig again, he almost seems afraid, "He...lp... me..."
Craig's eyes widen at his words and he's about to say something, but a rustling nearby catches his attention. Kenny's head snaps to it and he snarls. Craig quickly starts to worry it may be one of the hooded figures, but it's not. No. In fact it's someone else. Someone who he was not expecting it to be at all. Clyde.
"Craig!" he exclaims as he emerges from the bushes.
His gaze falls onto Kenny, and at first he's shocked but his expression quickly changes to anger as he lifts up a long item in his hands. Craig recognizes it right away as a rifle and panics as it's aimed at Kenny. Kenny snarls and is about to rush him, before Clyde fires a round and Kenny lets out a high pitched screech. Kenny rolls over to his side in pain and Craig spots blood run down his side as he tries to get up to his forearms. Just as Clyde is about to fire again, Craig yells.
"Don't!"
Clyde freezes and looks at him confused, which gives Kenny enough time to get up and run off. Clyde goes to chase after him, but is stopped again by Craig.
"Let him go!" he tries to get out as best he can, but it comes out strained.
Clyde looks at him again, once more confused, before he walks over to him.
"Let him go?" Clyde says when he reaches him, "You can't be serious. Look at what he did to you!"
"I know… what it looks like but… just let him go," Craig says, and a look of utter bafflement crosses Clyde's face.
"You think I'm just going to let him get away with—"
"Clyde. Let him go," Craig repeats.
Clyde's teeth grit and he looks off elsewhere.
"Fine," he mutters.
His gaze travels back to Craig and he looks down his form. Craig knew Clyde was probably just checking to see if he was injured anywhere, but he couldn't help but still feel somewhat uncomfortable under it. Especially when he feels them linger on the area between his legs. He can see Clyde's eyes narrow as another glob of what Kenny left inside pools over and out of him. Craig instantly wants to close his legs or cover himself somehow, but can't because his body is too tired to listen properly right now. Clyde must catch on to how Craig is feeling though, because he moves the rifle to his side with the sling it's attached too, and goes over to Craig to help him sit up.
He tries to help Craig stand as well, but Craig stops him.
"Just uh… wait a second okay?" Craig says, not wanting Clyde to help him and have another trail down his leg like last time. Now that he sat up, it was rushing out of him again. "How did you… find me?" he asks in an attempt to fill the quiet awkward air.
"Tweek," Clyde replies, "he called freaking out that you may be in danger and said he didn't know who else to call, because Token was in the hospital and there's a bunch of hooded people running around or something. So he asked if I could help go look for you cause you weren't picking up, and to bring a weapon just in case."
"Oh…" Craig says, looking down.
"I also heard you scream and thought you may be in trouble but..." Clyde adds.
Craig's face flushes, embarrassed, but he says nothing. Silence falls again for a while before Craig tells him should be able to move now and Clyde takes his sweater off and ties it around Craig's waist. Craig tries to stand but his legs refuse to let him, so Clyde turns away and tells Craig to get on his back. Craig gets his arms over his shoulders but needs help with his legs, which Clyde grabs a hold of and gets him on right. They leave Craig's torn clothes behind, seeing as they had no use anymore and Clyde carries him back.
At first it's fine, Clyde carrying him. But he couldn't help but grow in discomfort more at where Clyde's hands were placed on his bare ass, under the sweater to hold him up. It grew even more as he swore he could feel a couple of Clyde's fingers inch their way closer to his hole. He could feel as they pulled at the skin there, but he tried to ignore it. His grip on his ass is hard, but he tells himself that he's just making sure he won't fall is all.
Clyde takes Craig to his house, telling him it's better than if he brought him back home and his family saw him like this and started to freak out or something, which Craig notes that he was probably right about. As they near his house, Clyde adds that his father is out working late, so it should be fine anyways.
They enter the house and Clyde keeps Craig on his back, as he locks the door and carries him upstairs to his room. He sets Craig down on the side of his bed in a sitting position, before he takes out some clothes from the dresser; placing the rifle down next to it, then gets a wet cloth.
"You can put these on, but might be good to clean off first," he tells Craig.
He places the cloth down next to him on the bed as Craig struggles to untie the sweater. Clyde ends up doing it for him and then removes Craig's jacket and torn shirt as well.
"I could have done it myself…" Craig murmurs.
"Oh really?" Clyde says and hands him the wet cloth, "Here."
Craig takes it and attempts to wipe his sides down awkwardly.
"I can't do this when you're watching me…" he mutters.
"You can barely even move," Clyde tells him, and grabs it from him, "just let me—"
"I can do it!" Craig states, but Clyde ignores it and pushes him onto his back.
"Hold still, this will be over in a second."
Craig shudders as the cold cloth presses and moves along his skin. He didn't need Clyde to do this, he could do it himself. He even more so didn't need Clyde touching and cleaning his completely nude body this way either.
Clyde moves the cloth down Craig's chest then to his side, running it up along it then back down. His grip is a bit too hard for Craig's liking though as he moves it over to the other side. When Clyde's hand gets too far down south, Craig tries to move, but his muscles won't listen.
"You don't need to clean there," Craig says.
But Clyde doesn't reply and instead runs the damp cloth over his flaccid dick back and forth against it, to clean it off. Craig's body involuntarily shivers, he was still sensitive there and the way in which Clyde's hand was gripping him through the material wasn't helping. At one point he can feel Clyde brush the cloth against his tip pretty harsh, and it causes his body to twitch. Once he's done his hand moves further down to Craig's testicles and gropes them between his fingers as he wipes them off. Craig thinks this might finally be over, when Clyde moves the cloth away after that, but Clyde instead grabs one of his knees and lifts it up over his shoulder. He then pushes the other leg sideways up onto the bed, spreading Craig wide open.
"Wh-what are you—" Craig stammers.
"Need to make sure everywhere is cleaned," Clyde interrupts, "don't want that stuff all over my bed," he then takes the cloth and swirls it around Craig's hole a couple times before inserting it inside him.
"St-stop," Craig tells him.
He didn't care if Clyde wanted to help clean him, this was way too much and it made him extremely uncomfortable. He flinches as Clyde's finger; wrapped in the cloth, makes its way deeper into him and swirls around. It presses against his tender prostate then and an involuntary moan escapes from Craig. There's something that crosses Clyde's gaze when that happens that Craig can't quite read. Clyde presses against it again, this time harder and Craig lets out another moan, much as he tries to hold it in. His body trembles as Clyde rubs it some more. He wanted to tell him to stop, but didn't want to open his mouth in case another moan slipped out. Clyde's finger presses hard to it one more time, earning a muffled moan from Craig, before he removes his finger and spreads his hole open with his index and middle fingers, as if examining him before he lets go.
Craig thinks that it's finally over now as Clyde sets the cloth down and moves his hand away. But his hold on his leg remains and when Clyde moves his hand to his other leg, Craig internally tenses.
"Clyde?" Craig strains.
The look in Clyde's eyes makes something in Craig cold. There was something about them that very quickly made Craig feel in danger about something. And as Clyde pushes his legs back more and brings his pelvis to his ass, he knows exactly what it is.
"Clyde…" Craig says, nervously, "let me go...please."
Clyde remains silent as he moves a hand up along his thigh. Craig immediately panics as it nears his crotch, but Clyde moves it onto his hip instead and glides it up along his side to his chest, his fingers play at a nipple lightly. But the sensation is numb to Craig as fear was still coursing through him from how hard he could feel Clyde pressed against him.
"Clyde… please don't…" Craig pleads, as Clyde's thumb presses against his nipple.
"...It had to be him," Clyde murmurs, his expression vacant.
"What…?" Craig says, his eyes widening as a slow realization comes creeping in the back of his mind.
Clyde's thumb flicks his nipple one last time, before he moves his hand away and lets him go. Clyde turns around and places the spare clothes next to Craig on the bed then.
"Change into these when you can. I need to give Tweek a call and let him know you're okay. So I'll be back later," Clyde tells him before he heads off.
He gives one more look back over his shoulder at Craig, an unreadable one, before he exits the room.
Despite the array of questions going through Craig's mind currently, he lets out a sigh of relief. He was still a bit confused on some things, but most of it started to make sense to him now. Why Clyde had been acting the way he did, said the things he said, all of it finally was starting to make sense to him now. Although that didn't excuse the things he did to him just now, at least he knew why.
He lies there for quite some time before even attempting to move and put the clothes on, which he only manages to get the shirt on before he tires himself too much and passes out from exhaustion.
...
When Craig comes to, it's daylight and his body is aching. As he wakes more, he finds himself under covers still in Clyde's room, but now lying in his bed. He looks around, his eyes land on a figure lying next to him. He recognizes it as the back of Clyde's head. At first he's calm, but then starts to recall what happened that night before he fell asleep. He tenses immediately and tries to move, but his body only aches instead, earning a pained groan from him. The sound causes Clyde to stir and he looks back over at him because of it. He watches him for a few seconds before turning back over.
"You're finally up," he says, "you've been out for half the day," Craig doesn't respond though and only grips the covers closer to himself. "Don't worry, I didn't do anything else to you while you were out. Just put you under the covers," Clyde sits up then. "Tweek told me a bit of what happened last night, but I'd like to hear it from you later, when you can move," he stands up then and heads to the door, "you may want to finish changing though once you can," he points to the pants now placed on his dresser as he walks to the door. Just as he readies to leave, he stops, "I'm sorry…" he says quietly then exits the room.
Mixed emotions run through Craig. On one hand, Clyde was his friend, but on the other, he didn't know if he could forgive him so easily for taking advantage of him while he was in such a state. Then there was also the realization he came across for why he did it as well, which didn't help things. How did he never notice it before? Clyde's feelings towards him. Or for that matter, when did they even start? Were they always there and he just never noticed them? Whatever the case was, this only seemed to complicate things even more. He didn't need this new information on top of the current chaos with Kenny.
On the thought of Kenny, Craig starts to worry, he hoped that he was okay somehow and hadn't gotten caught yet by those people, or killed. If he could move properly, he would go out searching for him right away, but his body wasn't listening to him right now. So he lies there, frustrated, and waits until he can again.
It takes a whole day almost, before he can move, or for his muscles to start working properly again. And during that time, Clyde checks in on him a few times, to make sure he's okay briefly before leaving again. Each time he sees him, he couldn't help but tense a little, despite him knowing that Clyde won't do anything more to him. It still confused and shocked Craig that someone who he saw as a brother growing up, hadn't seen him as one back as well. And he knew he could never return those feelings for him, even if he had never met Kenny, he just didn't feel the same way back and never would.
The first thing Craig does when he can move again, is grab the pair of pants and head to the washroom, he had been holding in the need to go for a while now and didn't want to ask Clyde for help about it. Once done, he puts the pants on and slowly makes his way downstairs. It was night now and Clyde had skipped school that day to watch over him, while his unaware father headed off to work that evening.
Craig makes his way downstairs and finds Clyde sitting in the living room watching T.V. Clyde mutes it when he spots him.
"You can move now," Clyde says.
"No shit," Craig replies, dryly.
"Glad you're feeling better at least…" Clyde murmurs, "Are you... going to tell me what's going on?" he adds after a pause.
"...Yeah," Craig replies, hesitant.
He knew there was no getting around what Clyde had seen.
Craig makes his way over to the couch and sits on the far side away from Clyde, causing the other to frown somewhat for a second before it disappears.
"So?" he asks, waiting for an explanation.
Craig lets out a sigh before he goes about explaining everything to him. He tells him about the curse, the town's past, how he had been helping Kenny and what happened to Kenny last night, all of it. Well almost all of it, he didn't share the more personal details of their relationship, despite the fact that he already guessed he knew.
"And those bruise marks?" Clyde asks, and Craig looks at him confused, "The ones you had in gym class before."
"Oh," Craig says, recalling them, "those weren't caused by Kenny."
"Then who?"
"Huh?"
"You said they weren't caused by him, then who?"
"It was… his brother. Kenny tried to stop him," Craig replies.
"Oh," is all Clyde responds with, "and where is his brother now?"
"I don't know. He went after Kenny last I saw him, but I don't know what happened to him after that."
"Maybe he was killed."
"I…" Craig trails off.
It was possible with Kenny's current state that he might be able to, or that the hooded people could have as well, but he had no way of knowing for sure.
"Well, at least things make more sense now," Clyde says, rubbing his temples, "but we should probably tell the guys all this as well."
"I'd prefer not to."
"Why?"
"Because I don't want you guys getting wrapped up in all of this."
"Craig. We already are," Clyde states.
"I know, but…," Craig sighs, "okay, we can tell Tweek, but I'd rather not tell Jimmy or Token. At least not until this all blows over."
"Craig."
"I know. But I don't want anyone else getting more hurt, like Token already is," Craig tells him.
"Fine," Clyde sighs, "I'll send a message to Tweek then and let him know we need to talk."
"Wait, right now?" Craig asks.
"Yeah."
"Isn't it late?"
"He's been texting me the whole time you've been out, asking me if I've been told anything, or if you're okay," Clyde explains.
"Oh…"
Clyde sends a quick message and gets a reply almost instantaneously.
"He wants to meet us now," Clyde tells Craig, "you okay to walk?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine," Craig murmurs.
Clyde gives a nod before he heads upstairs.
"One sec," he says. When he comes back down, he's holding Craig's jacket and shoes. He hands them over to him and Craig goes about putting them on. "He wants to meet us along the way," Clyde adds, as he finishes putting on his own jacket and shoes.
"Alright," Craig says, as he stands.
He goes to meet Clyde by the door, but trips over the welcome mat. Clyde catches him, helping to hold him up right.
"Are you—"
"I'm fine," Craig interrupts, curtly and stands back up.
Clyde gives an unreadable expression before opening the door.
"Let's go," he says.
He lets Craig go first, before shutting the door behind himself.
...
Twenty minutes later, on their walk to Tweek's place, they come across him.
"Craig!" Tweek exclaims and rushes over to him, "A-are you okay?!"
"Yeah I'm—"
"Clyde said that he found you out in the woods in bad condition and I got worried that you might have ended up like Token or something!" Tweek explains frantic.
"I'm fine, see?" Craig tells him and points to himself, "so just calm down."
Tweek gives a small nod and looks at Clyde for a moment, before back to Craig.
"Are-are you going to tell me what's going on?" he asks.
"Yeah, but not here. Let's go elsewhere," Craig replies and starts walking.
The other two follow and they end up walking to Stark's pond.
"Is out here really a good idea?" Tweek asks, nervously.
"Yeah, you sure man?" Clyde asks.
"Sorry, but I need to make sure that no one else is around to hear us," Craig tells them. They make their way over to a bench and sit down on it. "With what I'm about to tell you, Tweek, you have to promise not to freak out too much okay?"
"O-okay," Tweek replies.
"Alright, well then…" Craig sighs once before he starts his long explanation for the second time that night.
When he finishes telling him everything he pretty much told Clyde, he half expects him to go into full meltdown on the spot, but Tweek instead stays silent.
"Tweek? You okay?" Craig asks, a bit concerned by it.
"Huh? Uh—y-yeah. I'm just…"
"Trying to process it all?" Clyde asks.
"Yeah," Tweek replies.
"Was the same for me too," Clyde snorts.
"Although, a lot of things do make more sense now," Tweek says.
"Sorry I didn't tell you guys sooner, I…" Craig trails off.
"It's okay," Tweek shakes his head, "you were worried for us right?"
"Yeah," Craig murmurs.
"I understand," Tweek smiles.
Craig is relieved by that. Being much too worried about his friends being mad at him before, but both seemed to listen and understand luckily.
"We still have a bigger problem…" Clyde says and they both look at him, "what is going to be done about Kenny?"
"Oh, right," Tweek says.
"I'm not sure," Craig says, looking down, "but I need to do something, I can't just leave him in that state."
Clyde's expression shifts and he's about to say something, but the sound of something snapping nearby stops him. All three go on high alert at it, unsure of what could have caused it. A few seconds of tensed filled air passes before a figure comes out from the trees and walks towards them. At first they think it may be Kenny, as a pair of glowing eyes are spotted. But the color doesn't match as they draw near.
"Oh, it's just you again," a deep voice says, as the figure reaches them.
"Who are you?" Clyde asks, tensing.
"That's Kenny's brother," Craig replies and stands up, "Kevin."
When told this, Clyde gets up in a fight stance, while Tweek stays behind his two friends, nervous about what could happen.
"I thought you may have been my brother, but looks like I was wrong again," Kevin says, "although it seems like you were in pretty close contact again with him since last."
Craig's face flushes at the implication, but he tries his best to ignore it.
"So you haven't found him yet?" he asks.
"I did a couple times, but he managed to get away because he could sense others around," Kevin replies, "anyways, I need to—"
"Wait!" Craig says, just as Kevin is about to head off. "I want to help find him."
"You'll just get in the way," Kevin states.
"I won't," Craig says, "and he needs help. He's in pain."
"Pain? How do you know that?" Kevin asks, curious.
"Because he told me he was," Craig replies.
"He told you?" Kevin asks, corking a brow.
"Yes, he…" Craig frowns, "told me he was in pain and needed help. I could hear it in his voice as he said it. So I want to help him."
Kevin doesn't respond and only quietly watches him.
"Craig," Clyde says, standing next to him, "can you seriously trust this guy for help after he—"
"It's fine," Craig interrupts, "I know that he wants to help Kenny just as much as I do. Because he cares about him. Like I do," he looks at Kevin, "even if he doesn't show it in the best of ways."
Kevin's eyes close and he lets out a small chuckle.
"I think I'm starting to understand," Kevin says.
"Understand what?" Craig asks.
"My brother's strong interest in you," Kevin replies.
"What do you mean?" Craig asks.
"It's nothing," Kevin says and opens his eyes, "but how exactly do you intend to help him? You were lucky he didn't kill you before, so how will you help now?"
"I…" Craig pauses, trying to think of what to say.
"As much as I don't want to agree, he's right," Clyde says, "you're lucky to not have been killed by him, for whatever reason."
"I'm thinking it probably has something to do with him being Kenny's mate most likely," Kevin says, crossing his arms.
"Mate?" Clyde asks, looking at him now, "Why would he be his mate?"
"It's probably because of the scent he left on… or rather, in, Craig," Kevin replies.
"Scent? What scent? Craig what is he talking about?" Clyde asks, but Craig's face flushes as the words get lost in his throat.
"I'm saying that they had sex before, and Kenny left a little something inside of him and he most likely recognized it, which is why he didn't attack him. It's a very certain scent after all. So I wouldn't be surprised if that's the reason why," Kevin explains and Clyde's eyes widen.
"Wait—Craig you—"
"It's not a big deal alright?" Craig murmurs, his face burning with embarrassment.
"Not a big—look at what he did to you before! The state he left you in!" Clyde exclaims, "He hurt you! You couldn't even stand up strai—"
"He didn't hurt me!" Craig cuts him off, "What he did... he didn't hurt me, alright?"
"If he didn't, then why did you have such a hard time moving? Or how you still do?" Clyde asks.
"That's… it's…" Craig trails off, much too embarrassed to say the real reason out loud and wishing this topic would just drop already.
"It was most likely due to overstimulation," Kevin says and Clyde looks at him confused, "Kenny probably overstimulated Craig's body way beyond what it is used to, and that's why he most likely is having a hard time walking. Because his body is still recovering somewhat from it."
"Wait—so you're saying… the reason why he can't walk right, is because he—"
"Can we not talk about this subject anymore?!" Craig yells, cutting Clyde off.
His whole body burned at this topic and didn't want the subject about his sex life to continue on. Especially between his best friend, who has feelings for him, and Kenny's brother, that knows way more about his sexual feelings than he should.
Clyde looks taken aback at first, before glancing off elsewhere.
"Sure," he eventually replies.
"I just—look, can we just focus on finding Kenny? And what we should do about him?" Craig suggests.
"That sounds like a better plan," Kevin says, "but what will we do about him?"
The three of them fall silent.
"U-um…" Tweek speaks up. They had almost all but forgotten about him being there from how quiet he had fallen. But Craig figures it was most likely from the awkward conversation beforehand. "I think I may have an idea."
"What is it?" Craig asks.
"Well it may not be a very good one…" Tweek says, unsure.
"Anything is better than nothing," Craig says.
"Tell us," Clyde says.
"Well, I was thinking…" Tweek starts, before going into detail about it all.
After he's done telling it, everyone falls into a silent thought.
"It could work," Kevin says.
"Yeah," Craig nods, "let's give it a shot."
"Okay," Clyde says and Tweek nods.
"Let's plan out who should do what, then put it into action," Craig says and everyone agrees.
After the planning is done, they head off to begin putting everything into motion. Craig heads off with his two friends, while Kevin goes on his own way.
This was going to be a long night.