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Eye of the Beholder
by KoiFishSushi and Jaden56

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South Park & Characters are property of Matt Stone & Trey Parker
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Chapter Nine

Leo noticed the... irritated look on Kenny's face, and the frown. He just sighed to himself and tugged his boyfriend onto the couch, pulling a blanket over them with the tea within arm's reach. He nestled in on top of Kenny's chest, straddling his waist lazily.

"I could get used to this," Leo murmured, eye hooded. It was true. He could very easily get used to waking up with Kenny every morning, making him breakfast, fucking him... He knew he was already too far in to back out now. "Mmnnhh... " A contented sound, indeed.

The lazy blonde didn't even bother flipping on the television yet. "I trust breakfast was good? I haven't actually cooked for anyone in a long time." Shrugging as best he could, Leo leaned in to kiss languidly along the other's jaw line.

"It was alright," Kenny drawled in a bored tone. Fuck him. Leo knew his cooking was like Heaven (without the statue) setting up place on Kenny's taste buds. He let Leo kiss him a little while longer before pushing the other blonde none-too-gently off of him.

"Horny fuck," Kenny complained softly, feeling agitated for some reason. He glared at the tv set, which was playing some stupid shit about a fat chick accusing a black guy of being her baby daddy, even though the kid was clearly Eastern Asian. Fucking douchebags.

Leo snorted. "I'm not horny, I was just... being affectionate," he said quietly, shifting to sit up at the other's feet, his own legs kicked out to settle feet upon the tabletop nearby, crossed at the ankles. He reached over and picked up the remote, flipping through the channels. A slow stretch was given and he leaned over grasping one of the glasses of tea to begin sipping on it. "Fucker."

"Mhm." Kenny didn't want to lay around, he wanted to do something but he didn't know what. He wasn't horny again yet, he wasn't hungry, and he definitely didn't need another shower. "Goddamnit. I need to get out," he said under his breath. He wasn't used to being in anyone's house this long - not even his own - and it was beginning to make him restless.

"Hey," he said suddenly, leaning over to grasp a handful of Leo's blonde hair at the back of his head and pull back, causing Leo to dribble the tea onto his chest. "Sorry. Let's go to the mall. I want you to dress me up."

Leo nearly choked. He blotted the tea off his hoodie with a hand as he sat the glass down on the table, chuckling. "All right. Sounds good. How gay do you want to look? I should be told this beforehand so I don't try to dress you like me." Well, at school Leo wore hoodies and coats that covered his gayness. Usually he had some flaming shirt beneath, and almost every day he wore a pair of boy shorts, just because they were nice.

"We can hit up the 'cool' stores... I'm going to spoil you today." Leo wasn't trying to wave his money in front of Kenny. He wanted to buy things for him, he wanted to spoil him rotten. He just hoped that it wasn't too much.

Kenny shrugged with one shoulder, but answered anyway. "We don't have to buy anything, but I've never fucked in a dressing room before."

It was more than that, like how only fags and sissies went to the mall unless they were shoplifting or harassing the old security guard that worked there and must have had more heart attacks than Kenny combined chasing after the boys from time to time. He would have liked to take his time and just browse, trying on clothes that he could never afford, but just seeing what he'd look like as a normal kid who wasn't living below the poverty level.

"We can hit up some of the goth stores. Black and chains are cool," Kenny offered without any real interest in his tone, plucking at the black shirt of Leo's he was wearing. Fuck, if he went without his parka no one would recognize him anyway. Only a few people even knew he was blonde, and Kenny without his bright orange coat would be like he was walking around without his skin on (uncomfortable experience, to be sure). But at least their secret would be safe a little while longer so they could pretend they were a normal couple without fear of his friends.

"I'm going to wear a skirt. I want to," Leo said, a brow arched as if to say 'fuck you, I'm doing it anyway.' He grinned and leaned closer, pushing his lips against the other's lips. He couldn't help but revel in any attention he was given. "Black looks good on you. I wanna see you in some tight checkered pants though. Or something like that." Smirking, the boy crawled into Kenny’s lap again, unfazed by his earlier resistance. "You wanna go upstairs and pick something out for me to wear? I think it'd be interesting to see what you'd pick..."

Kenny groaned, but his mouth twitched upwards just a little underneath Leo's. "Faggot," he breathed affectionately. Earlier he was a little upset because it seemed like Leo felt he needed to be incognito to be out with Kenny, but in reality he was likely dressing up just so he could be out as himself for once.

Even though ‘faggot’ was such a derogatory term, Leo embraced it because he knew Kenny wasn't insulting him, just stating the obvious. It was true - Leo just liked to dress up. He wanted to see what it'd feel like to go out like that, so he didn't care. Everyone thought he was insane anyway. He'd go full faggot for this too - eyeliner, a bit of gloss upon those lips, maybe a bit of shimmer on his viewable eye since he'd fix his hair to cover his scarred one. He'd played around before, he knew it looked great.

"Yeah, I'll make you a pretty bitch," Kenny agreed. "My bitch." He stroked Leo's ass through his pink sleep pants and kissed him languidly, in no rush once they'd finally figured out what the fuck they were going to do that day.

"Your bitch?" Leo chuckled and crawled closer into Kenny's lap at the grasp to his rear, just melting into that sweet, sweet kiss.

"Fuck yeah," Kenny smirked, giving that round ass a hard slap just to make it jiggle a bit for him. "I should get you a leash and collar at the goth store and make you bark for me." As soon as the words left his mouth, though, Kenny paled as if he'd just accused Leo of being a necrophiliac again.

"Fuck. I didn't mean that." Fucking asshole. Leo might be over the eye thing, but long-delayed bouts of guilt were sneaking up on Kenny more frequently and hitting him harder.

Stupid fucks that they were, he and his friend had fucking glued dog hair on Butters and made him bark so they could take him to the vet instead of the goddamn hospital where they should have in the first place, while Butters just sat there delirious and crying blood around that fucking shuriken lodged in his ruined eye.

The indignity of the situation made Kenny want to rage out in Leo's defense - but the only target would be himself. He had bought and threw that goddamn star, he stood by and let his friends degrade and jeopardize his now-boyfriend's life just so they wouldn't get in trouble. And even worse he didn't even bother to speak up when the adults focused on Cartman flashing his barely-there cock instead of Leo's jacked up eye.

Kenny bit his tongue until it bled, just so he wouldn't scream.

The slap had made Leo shudder gently, breath hitching as he tried not to get aroused over the whole smack because he liked it. Alot. At first though, he didn't get why Kenny was apologizing. The whole dog idea sounded like kinky fun. It took a moment, but he suddenly gasped almost breathlessly.

"Stop blaming yourself..." he whispered, kissing those lips as hands slid into blonde locks. "Please... I ... it was so long ago... We were all stupid fucking kids... it was something that happened. Try and let it go, for me?" The revelation suddenly gave sense about alot of stuff, about how Kenny acted from time to time. Leo shifted to better straddle the other’s waist, making sure he was nice and close. "If it matters, I forgive you. I forgave you then."

"Because you're a fucking dumbass, Butters. Leo." Kenny's eyes had reverted back to that damned awful dead blue, and his fingers felt almost skeletal against the supple flesh of Leo's ass. "So stupid..."

He'd always hated how easily Butters forgave anyone anything, even if he nearly died time and again because of some stupid idea they’d had as kids, and weren't apologetic for in the slightest. Fuck being kids, they were still like that, even Kenny.

Blind rage overtook Kenny, and he shoved Leo hard off him before he did something unforgivable to him for just being so fucking Butters. He considered leaving and not ever coming back, but abandoning him would hurt Leo so much more than if Kenny had just stabbed him in the eye all over again. Instead, Kenny stood up and stalked out of the living room into the kitchen, tearing the cabinets apart until he found a nearly full bottle of aged wine and stomped upstairs with the alcohol in hand to Leo's room.

Once there he searched for and grabbed his parka where he'd thrown it on the floor the other day, taking the items into the bathroom where they'd first fucked.

Leo grunted, stumbling and nearly falling against the table behind him, though somehow he found his footing and quickly looked after Kenny, blinking a few times. Hurriedly he followed him up the stairs, and kicked open the bathroom door, seriously beginning to get pissed off at Kenny’s unpredictable mood swings.

"I'm not fucking stupid," he hissed. Someone who was a cold killer like Leo could snap too. He growled mock-lazily, standing in the doorway with a strange glazed look in that single eye. "Stop being a fucking dick, Kenny. I don't know what the fuck you're planning on doing, just knock it the fuck off."

Kenny's eyes flickered briefly towards Leo's burning green eye and his missing one, as if to reaffirm his actions.

"I'm not that fucking kid anymore," he said softly, a fierceness entering his own normally staid tones. He grabbed his lighter from his parka pocket before throwing the parka into the tub and dumping the entire contents of the wine bottle over it. Before Leo could stop him Kenny flicked on the lighter and tossed it on the pile where it caught like an explosion, burning his parka to unrecognizable cinders in seconds.

Leo had thought that Kenny was going to do something... irrational. He just blinked. This was completely acceptable behavior, a bit odd way to do it, but at least the pyrokinetics were taking place in the bathtub and not on the living room floor.

Kenny was satisfied at the level of stupid dramatics involved in just burning his coat. If he really wanted dramatic he'd have gone up in flames with it, but right now he was content in just watching the fucking thing burn, filling Leo's bathroom with charred smoke. But he wasn't sorry for the loss or mess at all.

"You could have just taken that outside and lit it on fire..." Leo stated somewhat dumbly, before smiling crookedly and heading over to the younger blonde. He managed to wrap his arms around Kenny's waist without the other pushing him away, and rested his head on his shoulder. "Can I buy you a new coat? Not one that'll hide that sexy face of yours, just a new coat to keep you warm?"

Kenny’s hands covered Leo's around his waist, leaning gratefully back into him as he tilted his head and nuzzled Leo's ear with his nose. "Yeah, that's fine," he breathed, not even arguing about Leo buying him things - he really didn't want that - but they were having a nice moment, and Kenny was going to revel in his newfound gayness, dammit.

Leo spilled sweet kisses along the other's neck at the nuzzling, smiling like a fucking moron. He watched the coat as the cheap material burned successfully, and slowly reached back to turn on the fan for the bathroom so the fire alarm downstairs wouldn't go off.

Kenny moaned softly, baring his neck to the kisses. Christ, he was almost getting a fucking boner from burning his parka. He should have done it years ago. He wanted to watch the cindered cloth until it put itself out, just smoldering stupidly on the bottom of Leo's tub, but he figured there was only so much Leo would tolerate of Kenny breaking his things, tearing apart his kitchen, and burning shit in his bathroom like some kind of demon child from Hell.

...Fuck that. Demon children from Hell had nothing on Kenny McCormick.

"Turn the water on and put out the remaining fire. We can toss whatever's left into a bag and throw it away. I'm gonna go open a window," Leo murmured as he groped a hand along Kenny's rear, grasping at the skin and bones left on his body. He left the room and headed across the hallway to open his bedroom window. The smoke found its way out there easily enough. He then flopped upon his bed on his stomach, hugging a pillow gently, and watching Kenny from across the way.

Kenny turned the shower on full blast, watching the remains of his lifetime adornment fizzle and crumple into soggy bits of ash and cloth. Some of the smaller bits swirled down the drain but he turned the water off before the pipes became clogged. Kenny didn't think even Leo could come up with explanations for half the stuff a plumber would find down there if he had to call one in.

He joined Leo in his room after ruining a second towel gathering up the mess and tossing it on top of Leo's already full trashcan, stuffed with the remains of the first towel and ceramic mug. Kenny made note that they should buy plastic and non-flammable items if they got a place together.

On the bed Leo curled himself up against Kenny's side, smiling softly at the other, his hand playing through those pretty blonde locks of Kenny's. "Thanks for cleaning up the mug, too, Kenny. I almost sliced my foot open on it this morning..." He leaned in and placed a well-deserved kiss to the other's lips, pulling back after just a few seconds.

"We're going to get you a warm coat, something not flamingly gay like that fluffy pink parka. Even though, that was really cute." Leo snickered while continuing to place kisses along Kenny's neck now, one hand toying with his stomach over the black shirt he wore. Black looked nice on Kenny. The dark color made him look even more pale and brightened his golden locks and blue eyes somehow. It was a nice effect.

"Hmn," Kenny murmured in noncommittal tones. He stretched out on his back and contented himself with just kissing Leo and then passively enjoying himself when Leo's mouth moved out of range. His fingers tangled lazily in his boyfriend's own blonde hair, soft and smooth where Kenny's was naturally spiked and everywhere. He dug his nails into the back of Leo's neck warningly at the mention of that goddamn coat, but he knew Leo was just teasing.

...He damn well better be just teasing.

"No pink," Kenny agreed, his hand drifting down to squeeze a handful of Leo's own pink-clad ass. "It looks better on you anyway."

As surprising as it might be, or perhaps not, the nails against Leo’s neck made him moan just a little. "Mnnh... Okay... no pink..." The grasp to his rear merely brought a wicked grin to his lips. "Nhhh... careful what you're doing or you're going to have me popping a hard on in a matter of no time... " Leo laughed, grinding his hips against the other's hips, side-ishly though, since he wasn't on top of Kenny at the moment.

"I'm too sore for sex right now... But we could... sixty-nine if you're in the mood. That'd be different. And, incase you're wondering, I swallow."

"I know you do," Kenny pointed out. They'd sixty-nined before, but it'd be fun to do it for real instead of just pissing on each other. Goddamn pair of sick fucks that they were.

Kenny’s hands shifted up to the middle of Leo's back, hooking his fingers underneath the waistband of his girly pants, and then slid back down to cop a feel of Leo's bare ass this time. Christ, his proportions were perfect, the way his ass cheeks just molded to fit his palms like a basketball. He definitely had shape to that rear.

Blushing, Leo buried his face into the side of Kenny's hickey covered neck. “Hnhh... Fuck it... I'm wearing jeans to the mall... " Who cares. They might be moving soon anyway, so any ridicule would just be temporary. He just shuddered and pushed his ass back into the other's hands, grinding against them.

"I meant... I swallow sperm... Some people find that in itself... to be disgusting... I like it,” he muttered, nipping a few times at Kenny's neck, and tugging the pale flesh with his teeth to hopefully work up another welt.

"Like swallowing piss isn't?" Kenny asked wryly. It felt like so long ago that they were in the bathroom, Kenny holding Leo's dick for him while he pissed into the toilet, and then later into Kenny's mouth and ass. And Kenny had swallowed. A lot.

"Fuck that, I'm putting you in the shortest skirt I can find," he nipped Leo's ear hard enough to sting, and then eased the tiny ache with his tongue as he gave Leo's ass a small pinch. "You'll walk in front of me so I can feel you up and grab your sweet ass whenever I want," he growled lowly, giving Leo a demonstration of exactly what he meant to do to him in public.

Just the touches Leo got aroused... and that bite... along with the thought of being fondled like that in public made him hard, achingly so, bobbing in those snug pajama pants. He tugged them down finally and shuddered.

"A-All right... I've got some short ones... but first suck me so I'm not walking ‘round hard the whole time," Leo whispered, though he already had planned on which undergarments he was going to wear. His boyshorts were snug. They'd keep him from showing even if he got hard, though it was always uncomfortable when he did. Not exactly painful, just... fucking awkward. His cock never showed, but he knew he was going to try desperately to get hard in those underwear. "C'monnnn..."

"Maybe I want you like that," Kenny said, his finger dipping between the crevice of Leo’s ass to lightly stroke the sore ring of his anus - not penetrating - just rubbing in maddeningly slow motions. "So fucking hard for me that you're begging me to fuck you right up against a display window so the customers can watch what a dirty slut you are."

Kenny grasped at Leo's ass and pulled him so their hips were aligned, Leo's bare cock thrusting against his clothed one through his borrowed purple pajama bottoms.

The dirty talk was delicious. Leo couldn't help the vicious blush on his cheeks as he thought of how that'd be, him being fucked against a window right there in the mall. They'd be banned for life from the South Park Mall, without question. The ban was a consideration, but every rational thought was disrupted as Leo felt the other's finger teasing that tight ring of flesh.

“Hnhhh..." And then their cocks were thrusting against each other. Leo nearly ripped those purple pants off of Kenny. They were tugged down in no time so that bare flesh could rub against bare flesh. "What else do you want to do to me...? Tell me, talk to me... tell me how you want me, smack my ass... oh god..."

Kenny's brain went disoriented for a moment as their hard, dripping cocks met and kissed messily, spreading his legs so he could cradle Leo between them.

"Mmh, yeah, babe," he worked his hips against Leo's until they were both groaning and clutching at each other. "Fuck. I'd get that fucking collar and leash-" No guilt. Good. "-and tie you from a hook by your neck, forcing you to bend over and take it."

One hand released Leo's ass and slid between them until Kenny was stroking his throat. And then he closed his fingers loosely around his neck. "And if you tried to pull away the collar would catch you, and..." he squeezed, just barely cutting off Leo's oxygen for a moment before releasing him and stroking the reddened flesh again.

At least there was no guilt. Leo could easily sense that in the fact that Kenny was talking about the leash again, about the whole dog situation. He shuddered, grinding hips roughly. He didn't even want to sixty-nine anymore. He'd easily get off like this, who cared? Hands found their way against Kenny's chest, having slid up underneath his shirt so he could slowly tug and pinch at his boyfriend’s nipples with the thrilling words, the seductive touches, the sudden lack of oxygen. He shuddered when breath filled his lungs once again, eye closing slowly.

“Hnhhh... Ahh... Kenny... Would you make me call you master?"

"No." Kenny's hand released Leo's throat and slapped his bared ass hard and unexpectedly, clutching the generous mounds in both hands and forcing Leo's hips to move, fucking beating each other's cocks into submission. Kenny could feel himself coming, and he kissed Leo hard before he jerked and shot his load between their tightly pressed stomachs, growling against his lips. "...I'd make you call me god."

Leo couldn't think past that rough slap. The force of Kenny’s hand caused the flesh of his ass to pinken and rise in a welt, his hips slamming harder against Kenny's... he was so fucking close. He felt his lower stomach begin to tighten when Kenny’s did against his own, and it felt so good to come as soon as he felt Kenny doing the same. That first splatter of seed between them made him cry out sharply, pouring out against the already-existent mess.

"Ahh... Nnhhh... god..." he whimpered, grasping onto Kenny's hair harder than he'd thought. His lips were upon Kenny's neck at the end of his orgasm, another nice hickey sucked up there.

Kenny's hands mashed Leo's ass, scratching and bruising his already tender skin, consistently violent with his releases. "Nnnn, Butters," Kenny groaned, slipping unintentionally back into the name he'd known his now-boyfriend by for years. It was just a little bit kinky imagining that sweet little Butters aggressive and fucking Kenny into the mattress, still so eager to please.

Kenny liked hearing Leo call him a god, although likely he'd just ordered himself a guaranteed trip to Hell after his next mishap, highjacking the Lord's name and all and making Leo use it in the most deliciously profane ways.

Kenny was a god, a god that made Leo orgasm without even hardly trying. Though, this one had snuck up on him rather quickly. Leo hadn't expected to come so suddenly, but he couldn't help how badly Kenny turned him on.

"D-Don't call me Butters... Or I'll give you a really fucking gay pet name... don't tempt me." Leo’s mind was already mulling through the gayest of the gay, and he was half tempted to use one of them. So he did. "Pookie. Schnookums. Luvbug - yes, with a 'u' instead of an 'ove'." He grinned wickedly and nuzzled nose against nose, panting a little still from the fucking great orgasm.

"F-u-c-k-i-n-g bitch," Kenny replied blandly, enunciating his vowels and consonants very clearly so Leo got the full effect the first time around. "You're such a whore, Bu--Leo."

Fuck, but he didn't know why he was having a harder time associating Butters as ‘Leo’. As far as Kenny was concerned they were the same person. Leo was the crazy killer image the blonde had made for himself, scarred and unapproachable and dangerous, while Butters was the sweet, caring parts that took care of Kenny, that fed him and bathed him and drugged him up into delirious bliss. He was so fucking adorable all the damn time, at least now under his own roof sprawled sticky and spent and safe on top of his boyfriend, Kenny couldn't help the slip ups.

Leo snorted and nuzzled nose against nose lightly. "Fine. Call me Butters if you want... I'm getting used to hearing you say it." He smiled and snuggled himself in a sticky mess atop of Kenny. The rest only lasted a few moments before he tugged Kenny's shirt off and used it to clean them both off better, making sure neither was smothered in spooge.

"Fuck. I liked that shirt, Butters," Kenny bitched, unconcerned really. Leo's childhood nickname slipped from his mouth like... well, butter, and it was a relief not having to force the other's real name. He wasn't trying to piss Leo off or belittle his hard-won identity, however false and misleading, but he was just Butters to Kenny and always would be.

"Now back to what we were doing." Cuddling. Leo curled himself back up on top of Kenny, smiling. "Baby. Can I call you that at least?" he said softly, tracing a fingernail around one of Kenny's nipples, resting his face against the younger male's chest with his cheek pressed there lightly.

Kenny liked cuddling Leo, and didn't give a damn how gay it was. Gay could fuck itself in the ass. He knew he wasn't nearly as comfortable to hold - all sharp angles and bones underneath taut, pale skin with nothing to grab onto. He never wanted to be morbidly obese as Cartman and he doubted he'd fill out even half as well as Leo, but even a little meat on him wouldn't do him much harm.

"Yeah, baby," Kenny said, smirking, and kissed Leo's temple. "Do you want to order some Shitty Wok while we get cleaned up and dressed for the mall?" Fucking shower again, but by now he could almost anticipate Leo rushing out and grabbing towels along the way to get cleaned off. He wasn't all that hungry yet, but sex - like weed - gave him the munchies bad and he could already feel his stomach begin to make little grumbling noises.

"I have plenty of black shirts," Leo said in response, snuggling himself against Kenny's chest lazily. "Fuck getting cleaned up and whatnot. Let's just throw on some clothes, spray some cologne, and go out. Three showers yesterday was enough for me. I'm going to shower later tonight, before bed."

"Thank you, Jesus," Kenny murmured in a loud whisper. Even though more often than not showers led to sex or other delicious things, there were only so many of the damn things he could withstand in one time before he became severely waterlogged. He was beginning to think Leo was obsessive-compulsive about cleanliness, so the lazy, dismissive reply was a relief.

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