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Disclaimer: I do not own Ben 10, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Warnings: This story contains relationships of the maleXmale variety. If you don’t like homosexual content then this isn’t the story for you.
Notes: This story is a continuation of ‘Falling Into Place”. Edited by me so I claim ownership to all mistakes – please feel free to point any errors out.
Defeat
Part Two

Ben put the last ball away and pulled the Velcro of his gloves loose with quick tugs. His coach kept him after practice for a talk. Not a bad talk in any way – just a talk to offer some advice and suggestions for strategies Ben could try. The coach praised him for his hard work before leaving. After clearing the field of equipment he headed to the showers. His teammates had already had their showers and left. No doubt they were itching to get home for the evening. Ben pulled his bag from his locker and stuffed his game shirt into it then turned to grab his towel.
He showered quickly and dried equally as fast. When he shook his head vigorously water flew in every direction. It was something he did at home all the time. After he pulled on his jeans and zipped them he reached for his shirt.
“Hey.”
Ben’s heart thumped and he jerked away from the unfamiliar voice with a silent gasp. His hand instinctively went to his watch and he looked up to gauge his visitor.
Just as his eyes were gripping the figure a sharp pain sent a splitting wave through his skull and he hit the cement floor, a breath of air forced from his lungs. The ringing of a hollow pipe echoed in his ears and he immediately tried to get up but found he was terribly disoriented. Someone grabbed him by the arm and twisted his wrist behind his back. He grunted in pain and pushed against the barbaric actions. He fought and tried anything to loosen the grip but to no avail. His bones felt like they were creaking under the force.
Voices barked with a quiet urgency around him and he distinguished at least three different people.
Ben groaned, the back of his head throbbing in protest, and attempted to see the others who had jumped him. They were not people he immediately recognized and he was hesitant to attack - until they started taping his wrists together. His legs shot out and struck one of the teen’s in the lower belly, doubling him over. He twisted in the unforgiving grips, his shoulder and collar bone popping, and snapped another leg out. This time he kicked someone in the face. One of the hands lost its grip on him and he began getting up while trying to tug his partially taped hands apart. He rose to his knees, lifted one leg – and promptly fell over due to the combination of dizziness and someone shoving him. The concrete was no less hard the second time.
The teens descended on him again, this time several at once. He hissed at the pressure and harsh hands holding all of his limbs in place. One hand clamped around his throat but didn’t apply enough pressure to choke him, for which he was thankful.
The fight he put up wasn’t enough and he was subdued. The tape was thick around his wrists and forearms, cutting off circulation. His fingers brushed over the Omnitrix but the tape was preventing him from scrolling through the aliens or even activating it. His mind began to develop a low grade of panic but he breathed to keep himself calm. He’d been in far worse situations, he mentally reminded himself. He still had his legs; they’d been dumb enough not to tape those. Though, they were smart enough to tape his wrists not only together, but to one of the cement benches coming out of the floor. He was stuck.
“Give me that.” Ben looked up to see what he guessed was the ‘leader’ of the small group of teens grab the pipe he’d been struck with from one of the apparent ‘followers’. The male turned and he finally got a good look at him. He was medium height, skinny, and had dark hair, dark eyes, and deeply tanned skin. Ben didn’t know who he was, but he was not liking him or the situation. In fact, he was wondering if Kevin’s anger was rubbing off on him, because he had become quite irritated in the last ten seconds.
“Jeeze, you’re more of a pipsqueak up close.” The teen grabbed Ben’s face and turned it this way and that as he examined him. The goalie almost lashed out, but waited for a better opportunity. His attacker was not vulnerable enough. Ben wheezed when the teen poked him painfully in the stomach.
“And he’s dating you? With good looks like his and as much influence as he has he chooses to date you?”
“What are you talking about?” Ben jerked his head away, glaring.
“I’m saying you’ve turned a man with a lot of potential into a faggot.”
“Excuse me?”
“I can’t believe I couldn’t tell you were gay sooner. You are kinda effeminate.”
“Piss off!” Ben spat, tired of people telling him he was ‘skinny’ or ‘pretty’ or ‘such a cute young man’, or even ‘mama, mama, who is that girl and why is that girl dressed like a boy’? He didn’t think he looked like a girl at all.
The teen lifted the pipe, Ben’s eyes rising to follow the motion. There was no fear in his eyes, and perhaps that’s why the teen struck him so hard.
Ben doubled over, as much as one could while on the floor, and gasped around the pain sprouting in his chest. He felt like that blow had severely inhibited his breathing. The end of the pipe had put a shallow crescent cut in his chest where the brunt of the attack had struck. His heart seemed to panic momentarily as it beat erratically before it began to level out.
Ben was sure the group of teens verbally abused him for a solid five minutes before the physical abuse fully began. He coughed as he was kicked in the stomach, thankful he had tightened his core muscles in time to prevent otherwise severe damage. The kick had not been child’s play; these guys were a threat. He mentally cursed, wishing he could activate his watch. His face was already bruised and a cheek was swelling. The sting in his face paled in comparison to his torso and back. His guests seemed to enjoy striking the core of his body most, and he was growing tired of the constant hits to the same areas.
The ‘leader’ crouched in front of Ben with a harsh glower, “You don’t even scream in pain proper-”
Ben’s leg sliced outward, catching the punk directly and powerfully in the groin. The teen’s words died into a pained yelp and he crumbled to his knees, hand clasping his injured genitals through the fabric of his jeans. There was some satisfaction in Ben’s eyes and he cut another leg forward, clipping the teen across the face and sending him to the cement in a heap. The others were instantly on him, holding his legs down. He was somewhat amused by the fact he had two teens holding down each leg. That was a little excessive, though smart. The leader cussed and slowly recovered, enraged fire in his eyes that only made Ben more adamant about protecting himself.
“No more playing nice.” The teen got to his feet.
“I don’t think you’re capable of playing nice.”
“Not to sickos like you.”
Ben growled somewhat when the teen dropped between his legs and unbuttoned his jeans, drawing both pants and underwear midway down his thighs. The four other males lifted his legs in the air, pressing the limits of his flexibility and straining his back. Ben couldn’t see the leader past his legs and pants, and in a way that enraged him. His mind had enough freedom imagining all the things the punk would do to him in this position.
Ben knew Kevin had to be around – they agreed to meet after practice and meet Gwen and Michael for supper somewhere. If he was close enough Kevin would hear him yell – hopefully – but it was useless to call out if he was too far away.
When a blunt object, cold and hard, pressed to his entrance, Ben didn’t care who heard him as long as someone did.
“KEVIN! KEVIN!” He continued to yell and began thrashing wildly.
“Shut him up! Shut him up!”
A hand clamped over Ben’s mouth, muffling his yells. Soon he quieted, panting heavily through his nose. His legs had been lowered but were still held with tight grips that would later leave bruises.
They remained silent for nearly a minute, after which the leader chuckled, “Guess no one’s coming to save you.” If Ben’s face were a blade the teen would have been in a million pieces all over the room.
The object was forced into him, hard and fast. Ben’s yell was dampened behind the hand over his mouth, but his body didn’t seize any less. He drew a tight breath through his nose, his body unable to relax quickly enough to ease the pain. Tears wanted to emerge but Ben fought them. He wasn’t about to give them that satisfaction. His eyes blazed against the teen’s, his chest heaving. He focused his hard gaze on the male’s face but took note of the new visitor.
“You got something to say other than someone’s name?” The teen waved to the other, “Lower your hand.”
Once the hand vanished Ben took several harsh breathes and ground his jaw and teeth together. His green eyes were murderous as he spoke through his clenched teeth, “For the first time in my life… I don’t care how badly he hurts you.”
The leader had only a moment to process the words when a hand clamped onto his shoulder and lifted him completely off the ground. He gave a pained yell and was launched across the room, into a wall of lockers that bent under the force of his momentum and weight.
The others scattered but were denied escape by the row of standing lockers that was lifted and thrown against the doorway, shattering rows of fluorescent lighting when it dragged across the ceiling and creating a shower of glass and electricity. Their path was blocked. Kevin, covered from head to toe in dark steel, was hunched over from throwing the lockers, but his eyes burned.
“I’m not done with you.” He stalked forward and twisted his fist in the fabric of one of the teen’s baggy shirts. The youth was visibly shaking; Kevin looked like some kind of demon to his eyes. The little light remaining in the room glinted off his steel-encased form. One of the boys tried to help his friend but Kevin backhanded him to the floor and turned his full attention on his catch. Pulling back a metal fist, his dark eyes narrowed more and his teeth ground together. His fist snapped forward, cracking the young man’s face to the side. He dropped him and turned on the next one, backing him into a corner.
“W-w-what do you want?” The teen almost tripped over a bench as he staggered backwards.
“Your hide.”
“W-why? What did I do to you?” Kevin ripped one of the benches from the floor, tossing it away carelessly, and stalked closer.
“You messed with Tennyson.” Kevin grabbed him and pinned him to the wall with one arm, “And anyone who messes with Tennyson messes with me.”
The bench Kevin had loosed came crashing down over his back. The hit was nothing more than an irritation in terms of pain, but the audacity the ‘leader’ had to actually strike him boiled his blood. He looked over his shoulder at the teen who was now realizing he was far outmatched, and hurtled his current prey at the other. The two collided and collapsed together on the floor.
Kevin started a new war path forward but stopped and looked at Ben. There was blood, and one of Ben’s eyes was practically swollen shut. His rage told him to beat the nothings into the floor, but logic kicked in; he needed to get Ben help.
“You,” Kevin pointed at the smaller teen, “do you have a cell phone?” The kid nodded, terrified.
“Good. Call the police. Have them send an ambulance. When they get here you’re going to tell them exactly what happened. If you refuse, I’ll personally grind your sorry ass so far into the ground you’ll never stand again. Got it?” The kid nodded again and fumbled around in his pockets for his cell.
Kevin hurried to Ben’s side, letting his absorption of the steel go, pulled out his pocketknife and severed the tape. Ben hissed but voiced his thanks. Arms wrapped under him in support and he gladly relaxed against them. He had never been so glad to be held.
Ben curled his fingers in Kevin’s shirt and nearly sobbed in relief. He felt Kevin mostly dress him, but the zipper of his pants was left drawn.
“I can stand.”
“Quiet.” The order had been spoken gently and Ben abided. Kevin picked him up and carried him to the door where he kicked the crushed lockers aside, making the action look effortless. He ascended the stairs and waited no more than a couple minutes when he heard the sirens.
Ben felt terrible. He didn’t want to be taken in an ambulance and he was feeling weak for having been taken advantage of so easily. He fought aliens – things like this weren’t supposed to happen to him.
“Ben, are you seriously hurt?”
“No,” his voice was struggling, “nothing that will kill me, anyway.” He actually laughed, because he didn’t know what else to do.
Kevin’s thoughts turned to the teens and he growled, grip on Ben tightening, “I hope they get raped in prison.”
Ben groaned, Kevin’s hands hurting him a bit. The hold instantly loosened upon his sound of pain and Kevin became somber.
“Sorry.” He apologized with more honesty than Ben had ever heard from him.
“It’s okay. You’ll be there, right? At the hospital I mean?”
“Yeah.” Kevin’s eyes were sad, “I’ll be there.”
With his next words, Ben forced a smile to prove he was joking, “Let Gwen and Michael know I can’t make it tonight. Some other stuff came up.”
Kevin shook his head, “Knock it off. This shouldn’t have happened. I should have been here earlier.”
“I’ll be fine, Kevin. And thanks,” Ben smiled, “I was worried you wouldn’t hear me.”
Kevin leaned down and kissed him, “Assholes won’t get what’s coming to them until the day they die and go to hell.” Ben, too flustered from the kiss to care about the teens and their futures, urged Kevin closer.
“I guess today you’re my hero.”
Kevin thought it was odd for him to be called a hero. That had always been Ben’s title, not his. He felt more like the ex-bad guy that worked to achieve a better reputation but never would be a real hero.
Despite this, they shared another kiss before the police arrived with the ambulance not far behind. Kevin surrendered Ben to the hands of the volunteers in the ambulance.
Watching the ambulance leave, Kevin turned to meet the police.
“Kevin.”
“John?” Kevin wore a serious face.
“I think you sent the ambulance away too soon.”
“What do you mean?” Kevin could never get away with anything when John was around. The ambulance technically didn’t have to leave immediately, but he had insisted with a deathly glare.
“We have a boy down there we think has a broken neck.”
Kevin winced, knowing that punch he had delivered was a bit rough, “Yeah? Guess you’ll just have to call in another one. Or take him yourself.”
“It’s being taken care of. What happened?”
“I think the boys down there have an explanation for you.” As though it were a queue, John’s partner led one of the boys up the stairs.
“Then there was this… this monster guy! He just threw stuff around like… like he was the Hulk or something!”
John leveled a hard stare with Kevin, “Come with me.” Kevin followed the officer to a more secluded area behind the field’s bleachers and put away his notebook. John had always been a serious cop, and that notebook was his trademark.
“Kevin, we both know I’m the only officer who knows about your little ability. Now, I have no intentions of spilling the beans, but you can’t keep going around-”
“John!” Kevin looked livid, “They’re the ones who are in the wrong. Because of them Ben is being taken to the hospital! What was I supposed to do? Sit back with a bowl of popcorn and watch while they tortured him?”
“No, and I’m glad you didn’t, but you didn’t need to hurt them so badly, either.”
“They deserve worse.”
“I agree, but let’s leave that up to the court systems.”
“The court systems are too good for them.” Kevin turned abruptly and stalked away, toward his car. He had full intention of being the first one at the hospital to meet Ben. He would call Gwen and then Ben’s parents.
His class=SpellE>Camaro roared and he took off at the highest speed that was still legal.

Michael’s cell phone had started to ring while he was driving. It led to an interesting display of shifting on his part so Gwen, who was in the passenger seat of his truck, could get to the blaring device in his pocket.
“Thanks. Who is it?” Michael slowed to the posted speed limit as they came into town and glanced briefly at Gwen.
“Huh. It doesn’t say.”
“Give it an answer. Let’s find out who our mystery person is.”
Gwen flipped the phone open, “Hello?”
“Gwen?”
“Kevin? Where are you?”
“I’m at the hospital on the south side. Why don’t you and Michael head on over here?”
“The hospital? What happened? Are you okay?”
“It’s Ben you should worry about. He was taken in an ambulance here.”
“What?”
“I’ll explain when you get here. Do you have the number for Ben’s house? I need to call his parents.”
Shocked and having a million questions flying through her mind, Gwen focused, “Yeah, do you have paper?”
“Yeah.”
“Hey,” Gwen lowered the phone momentarily to speak to Michael, “Ben is in the hospital on the south side of town.”
“We can be there in fifteen minutes.” Michael was already making the necessary turns to get on the quickest route to the hospital. Gwen appreciated his seriousness and show of concern.
“Okay, here it is.”
After scribbling down the number Kevin said his goodbye and hung up the phone. The nurse at the front desk eyed him with an annoyed set of eyes.
“Just one more and I’ll be done. Promise. Then you can go back to having your own way, lady.” Kevin dialed the number, cussed, hung up and dialed again – this time with a one in front of the number. The phone range six times – he counted – and Ben’s father picked up.
“Hello?”
“Mr. Tennyson? It’s Kevin. Kevin Levin.” Carl clearly didn’t know what to say, so Kevin plunged forward, “Ben’s been admitted to the hospital. The one on the south side of town.” Kevin expected the brief silence followed by the question.
“What? Why?”
“Sir, Gwen and Michael are on their way here. If you all meet me I’ll explain.”
“Is he alright?”
“He’s not in critical condition or anything, if that’s what you’re asking. Still, it’s not exactly sunshine and butterflies if you know what I mean.” Kevin didn’t want to know what Mr. Tennyson was thinking – he just wanted to make sure everyone was in one place so he didn’t have to explain multiple times.
“We’ll be there soon.”
Kevin waited in the main entrance, feeling as though he were wasting time he could have spent searching out Ben. The personnel wouldn’t tell him what happened to Ben. They gave him one look and turned him away as though he were there to kidnap Ben. That hadn’t made him any happier.
When Gwen and Michael rushed in the front doors Kevin stopped them and together they waited for Ben’s parents. It was only a few minutes later they showed up and Kevin took them to a lobby with an enclosed room. Mrs. Tennyson looked about ready to burst into tears, but Kevin kept his cool so she would feel more in control herself.
Gwen was the first to speak, “Kevin, what happened?”
Carl cut in, “It wasn’t a car accident, was it?”
Kevin gave Ben’s father a sideways glance, “No, it wasn’t a car accident.” He would have offered them all seats, but he knew they were better off standing. It seemed more appropriate for the subject at hand.
“I’ll tell you all I know from my angle. Ben and I agreed to meet up after he was done with practice. As you know that’s not unusual and I’m aware some of you don’t agree with that, but whatever.” Kevin waved his hand dismissively, “I was waiting for Ben in the parking lot. I normally give him a good fifteen minutes after practice to clean up and shower. So I gave him fifteen minutes. I figured he was running a little late so I gave him another five. After that I got suspicious and started heading for the field. There was no one there. The coach’s car was even gone.”
“He’s not supposed to leave until the last student does.” Gwen was looking more and more concerned by the second.
“Really? Well, he must have forgotten. Or maybe he didn’t want to miss the first half of his soap opera or something. Point is, Ben was there. I was halfway across the field when I heard him call me. I had trouble figuring out where his voice was coming from so I had to check the bleachers and clubhouse. I was worried, you know, because when he called me it wasn’t just a call. He was yelling. Then I heard more noise and went into the locker rooms. That’s when I found him, but not how I wanted to find him.” Kevin fell silent, eyes grave. He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, feeling awkward, before he continued.
“Five guys had him tied and pinned to the floor. They had been beating him.” Kevin took in their reactions. Mrs. Tennyson was the most concerned, and Gwen the most disbelieving while Mr. Tennyson looked unsure at first, but his eyes filled with questions and anger. Kevin looked at Michael. The older teen was composed but clearly feeling defensive of Ben. Those two had clicked from the day they met, and no doubt Michael saw Ben as a type of little brother.
The questions arose one after another and Kevin quieted them all.
“I don’t know why they did it. I don’t know who they are. And I don’t know where Ben is. They won’t tell me – I guess I’m too suspicious or something. However, since you’re his family and all I’m sure they’ll let you right in.”
Ben’s mother brushed past Kevin in an instant, tears welling in her eyes. Mr. Tennyson followed, leaving Gwen and Michael behind.
“Kevin, there’s more, isn’t there?” Gwen set a hand on his shoulder, her gaze concerned and pleading. He said nothing.
“What is it? What didn’t you tell his parents?”
Kevin shook his head. Then he told them.

10.25.08
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