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Warnings: This story contains a maleXmale relationship. If that’s not your thing, turn back now. Yaoi/slash Oral
Disclaimer: I do not make any money from this work. I do not own Ben 10, Ben 10 Alien Force, or anything to do with it.
Notes: And here we be; the final chapter of Defeat. I can honestly say this story has many places that cry out for improvement – more so than usual for my stories, but I decided I’d just go with it. Edited by me and I claim all responsibility for mistakes. Please point out any errors. : )
Defeat
Part Three

Ben exhaled and cringed against the light combined with the aching in his head. The pillow wrinkled beneath his head but was far less grating than a different intruding noise, which sounded like a train passing through the room. He blamed the concussion for the barbaric sound. They said he would be given pain killers for the headaches he would probably be having as a result of the injury. As for the rest of him, they were still waiting on the results of the x-rays, and his other injuries, such as the cuts and scrapes, had been tended. The swelling in his face had reduced greatly since he arrived and felt less overbearing. Nevertheless, this was not his day.
The doctor had examined him top to bottom – literally bottom. From the sounds of things he was lucky. His eyes were fine but he needed stitches for the cut just above his brow. Not to mention he’d been particularity out of it when several policemen came in to ask him questions. He told them everything, even though he hadn’t wanted to.
“Your parents are here, Ben.” The nurse, who had mysteriously appeared, scared Ben. He didn’t have time to respond, and really he didn’t feel like it.
“Ben!” His mother was at his side in an instant, her eyes filling with tears.
“Hey,” he greeted quietly, “how long have you guys been here?”
“We’ve been in the waiting rooms for a little while.” His father interrupted the mother-son conversation, “Kevin called us shortly after the incident.”
Ben’s eyes widened momentarily but narrowed when a sharp pain set in, “Is Kevin here? He said he would be.” Ben caught the worry in his mother’s eyes at the mention of the young man. He knew he had hurt her with that – she no doubt thought Kevin was the only one he wanted to see.
“He’s with Gwen and Michael. They’re still in the lobby.”
“Gwen’s here, too? And Michael?” Ben forced a smile, “Wow.” He reached out and touched his mother’s hand that was clutching the sheets of his bed.
“I’m alright, mom. Thanks for getting here. Sorry you had to wait.”
Instantly his mother was happier, and her tears dropped, “I’m so glad you’re not seriously hurt, Ben. I was so worried. How are you feeling?”
“Dizzy. The doc says I have a concussion, but it’s mild.”
“What happened?” His mother sniffed, “Kevin said some boys did this to you.”
“Yeah,” Ben became quieter, “it happened right after practice when I finished putting equipment away. I don’t know why they attacked me. They surprised me and I just couldn’t get away.”
Silence fell over them and Ben felt his mother’s eyes on him. He knew she was on the verge of breaking down and figured he must have looked pretty roughed up.
Ben turned his eyes down to the folds in the hospital sheet over his body and spoke in a near whisper, “Doc said I was lucky Kevin was there. It could have been a lot worse.”
Ben was to be kept overnight, though he wasn’t sure why. He felt well enough to leave, minus the fact he really didn’t want to move.
After his parents left for the night and one of the nurses turned off the lights in his room he felt abandoned. His mom had wanted to stay the night, but he reassured her and told her she should get some sleep.
Gwen and Michael had visited for a while and his cousin had greeted him with a careful hug. She gained his side of the story up until the tail end of the abuse. He had seen in Gwen’s eyes the understanding and knowing that Kevin had told her what else had gone down. He had simply nodded to her and silently asked silence of her to his parents about the ordeal.
Michael had been quiet and brooding most of the time. Ben saw the gears in his head turning but didn’t question it. He would ask him what he had been thinking about later. From the looks of things it had been serious stuff.
The heavy oak doors to his room opened a crack, letting a thin beam of light filter in. The band of light widened as the door was pushed open and someone looked inside. Ben was more curious than afraid and he watched the figure enter the room and close the door. Upon seeing the figure Ben flooded with happiness.
“Kev.” Ben held his hand out as his boyfriend drew closer.
“That gown looks good on you.” Kevin intertwined his fingers with Ben’s, oddly surprised by the difference in the size of their hands. He leaned down and kissed him in greeting. Ben’s fingers tightened around his, changing the pressure from feather-light to an overjoyed firmness.
“What took you so long?” They parted and Kevin explored the room until he found himself a chair.
“You wouldn’t believe the nurse security in this place. Every time I tried to find you they gave me dirty looks. There was even a doctor that wanted me out. I had to hide for a while.”
“Do they even know you’re here now?” Ben smiled, already knowing the answer though wanting to hear it.
“I decided to pretend I was a ninja.”
Ben was smiling with a fond light in his eyes, “I see.”
“What’s the damage?” Kevin seated himself as close as he could comfortably be to the side of the bed.
Ben reframed from making a smart-assed comment about how Kevin talked about him like he was a car, and instead rubbed the less damaged side of his face, “Mild concussion. Courtesy of pole upside the head.”
“That makes me feel better about breaking that kid’s neck. Not that I felt bad to begin with.”
Ben gaped for a split second, “You broke his neck?”
“Guess so. What else? I see you got stitches. How many?”
Ben gawked at Kevin for a moment, disbelief in his eyes, then asked again, “You broke his neck?”
“In my opinion he deserved worse, but hey – apparently that doesn’t matter unless I’m a judge or part of the jury.”
Ben heaved a sigh, “Can you help me sit up? I’m tired of laying down.”
“Sure.” By the time Ben was upright he knew all too well why the doctor had warned him in advance about too much moving.
“Ow. Ow, ow.” He clung to Kevin, brow furrowed.
“You alright?”
“Yeah. I recall being through a pain similar to this the first time we did it, but it wasn’t anywhere near this severe.”
“And not for the same reasons.” He helped him find a comfortable spot.
“I’m going to be sore for a month. Mom already said I won’t be going to practice for at least two weeks.” He laughed; his exhaustion was showing. Kevin almost offered to leave so he could get some sleep, but Ben had already expressed that he wanted him to stay.
“So what happened?”
Ben sighed, “Right, you don’t know the whole story. Apparently they know I’m…. well, technically I see myself as bi not gay, but I doubt that matters to them.”
“So they were homophobes?” Kevin’s jaw clenched and he was wishing he had gone a little farther and taught them a lesson to which all of them would have needed a stretcher to be carried away on.
“I guess so. They attacked me after I got out of the shower. I was only half dressed.” That last bit was almost comical. Ben appeared more bothered by the fact he had only been partially dressed when they attacked rather than the attack itself.
“Then what? Details, Ben. I want to know everything.” Ben understood why Kevin wanted to know; he would have been the same way if their roles were reversed.
“They hit me with a pipe or something. You’d think I’d be more used to stuff like that but this really hurt. After that I was a little disoriented. They taped my hands together and I couldn’t activate the Omnitrix, otherwise this never would have happened.” Ben’s eyes were cast to the wrinkles in the sheets. His face was filled with sorrow and reflected his dented self esteem.
“What else?”
“Then they stood over me and called me every name in the book. The one kid said something I don’t understand.” Ben’s brow furrowed in thought, “He never mentioned you by name and I’m wondering if he’s confused.”
“What did he say?”
“Something to the effect of ‘with looks like his and a lot of influence he dates you’. Then he said something about me crushing – let’s say your – potential by turning you into a homosexual. Don’t get me wrong, I think you have potential, but let’s face it – your reputation doesn’t exactly exude potential. Unless it’s for trouble, in which case you’re gold.”
Kevin, though feeling a slight pang to his pride, let his boyfriend off the hook considering the circumstances. Besides, the hero had a point.
“You’re right – I think they’re confused. Maybe they think you’re dating some other dude. Who do you hang around with in school?”
“No one enough to spawn rumors that I’d be dating them. Maybe they’re just brain dead or worship you because of your bad-boy attitude.”
“Maybe,” Kevin would have been smirking normally, but he was too focused on Ben, “or they really do have their wires crossed.”
“Isn’t it strange how they hate homosexuality and yet they basically hurt me while engaging in a type of homosexual act? I mean it wasn’t direct or anything, but toys aren’t unheard of.”
Kevin was somewhat disturbed by that, “Ben, you’re acting like being raped was no big deal.”
Ben looked at him, unsure, “Was it really rape?”
“It was a sexual assault. Of course it was rape.”
“If you look at it that way I guess. I always thought of rape as more direct.”
Kevin braced a foot on the bed and rocked back in the chair, “You can rape someone with tools, too. It doesn’t matter what. If a mugger targets a lady, attacks with a knife and stabs her in a sexual place it can be considered sexual assault.”
“That’s really strange in a way, but makes some sense.”
“You’re way too cool about this. Aren’t you hurt?”
“Concussion, bruises, scrapes, stitches, pain everywhere…”
“Not what I meant. I’m talking about this.” Kevin tapped the side of his head.
“Oh, yeah. I’m fine – mostly. I do feel a little worthless right now, though.”
“Unbelievable.”
“Come on, Kev, I fight aliens on a semi-regular basis. I get attacked all the time. I’m used to it.”
“But have you ever been raped before? Ever felt, as you put it, worthless before?”
Ben opened his mouth, paused, and shut it again. He looked at Kevin desperately; the older teen had a point. In the past he had felt a little dejected from time to time, but never outright weak and defeated. The feelings circling inside his chest hardened and formed a hollow pit.
“No.” He felt alone again, despite Kevin’s company. Initially he’d experienced helplessness and soul breaking pain when that object had been forced into him without his consent. The hands holding him down hurt, mentally and physically, because he knew those teens would have been no match for him in a fair fight. But it wasn’t fair, and it wasn’t much of a fight – just a beating. It was something he never imagined happening to him. He was a hero. Heroes weren’t supposed to be...
“Hey,” Kevin leaned over the bed, touching Ben’s face and bringing it up so their eyes met, “I wasn’t trying to make you feel worse. I just don’t want you covering all of it up. It can come back to bite you.”
Ben felt pained to look at Kevin while expressing such hurt. He knew his eyes were reflecting distress and his face was tightened in a distraught furrow.
He had failed to realize how much of a toll he was paying. There had never been time to slow down before. Someone else always came first, whether that was Kevin, Gwen, the world, or a random stranger in need of help. Then there was always practice and school work. He had forgotten about the trouble with aliens when he and Kevin began spending more time together. Then he had worried about Gwen and how she was feeling. After he started dating Kevin he had his parents and their aversion of Kevin to deal with. He was around Kevin if he had more than an hour of free time and therefore never took much time to reflect on their encounters with trouble.
Now, in the hospital bed, he had no homework to do, no aliens to be busting, and nowhere he would be going except home tomorrow. He had time to reflect, and he wasn’t enjoying it. There were countless situations he had been in that could have ended his life or the life of someone he loved. People like Gwen, Kevin, Ken, and Michael kept his mind off those memories. They made him happy; they were really the only good friends he had.
Ben wrapped his arms under Kevin’s, fingers making a light trail up his back to rest over those broad shoulders. He pulled him closer, wanting that familiar warmth against his body. It hurt to move. His body strained all over, as though he had overdone a workout and forgotten to stretch properly, earning him sore muscles for a week. It was a similar concept, but a different breed of pain. Skin pulled in places he’d been cut and bruises ached with the pressure of Kevin’s body.
Ben didn’t care about the pain. The comfort was greater and the kiss he received was met with thanks. Kevin was mellow with him in situations like this. Their movements weren’t rushed and Ben merely enjoyed the feel of the contact. That mouth of his was unbearably experienced; Kevin knew every trick to make him want more. He would kiss him with a direct action, then slow and even stop to allow Ben a chance to respond and express how much the attentions were desired. Then, after a few rounds of exchanging dominance, Kevin became more playful and usually kissed his cheek, jaw, and neck. However, this time it was just their lips. No wandering, no introduction of tongues – it was simplistic in its execution.
Their parting was slow and Ben drew a thin breath before Kevin pressed their lips together again for a brief moment, “Let’s see the damage.” There was enough light peeking through the blinds that Kevin didn’t need to turn on any lights. His hands worked to Ben’s back and he untied the gown, pulling it open and shedding his gaze on the injuries.
“Jesus, you look like you were caught in a stampede and trampled.”
“This is the worst of it. They kept kicking and hitting me in the stomach and ribs.” Ben held Kevin’s arms by the biceps, letting his boyfriend’s hand run over his injuries. The touches were careful but the fingers brushing his bruised ribs made him quiver. Some of the bruises were so blackened it was hard to tell if they were bruises or holes in his flesh.
“I just want to get out of here.” Ben slid his hands to Kevin’s neck and played with his hair.
“I know what you mean. There are weirdoes all over the place here.”
Ben snorted but regretted it when his stomach tensed, “Like me?”
“You’re the weirdest of all.” Kevin pecked him on the nose, smiling to show he was teasing, “What else happened? Any other details you should share?”
“It hurt. I was angry. They’re assholes. What else is there?”
“Is angry all you felt?” Kevin brushed Ben’s stomach with his knuckles, drawing his hand up and down the length of his abdomen.
“No.” Ben plopped his cheek to Kevin’s, arms pulling tighter around his boyfriend’s neck.
“What else then?”
Ben murmured incomprehensibly.
“Come on, Ben – communicate. You’ve been really bad at this. It’s not hard once you get the hang of it.” Sometimes getting an explanation or confession out of Ben was worse than pulling teeth. The kid just didn’t always know how to talk to him, and that inability to share was what Kevin viewed as his potential downfall. He understood, however, as he used to be the same way. He still could.
“I don’t want to.”
“How can I make you want to?”
Ben whined a bit as he exhaled, rubbing his nose against Kevin’s temple, “I just want you to stay here like this.”
“Yeah?” Kevin pulled at the gown more, opening it further while also pushing down the sheets, “Tell ya what. I’ll stay all night if you tell me more about what happened.” Of course, Kevin had already been planning on staying all night. There was no way he was letting Ben spend the night alone. He lowered his hand, rubbing Ben’s bare inner thigh with his palm. His hand was cool against the warm skin and he felt Ben shiver.
“You’d be here all night no matter what I did.”
Kevin frowned momentarily then smiled, “Fine. I’ll just have to raise the stakes.” He touched the small of Ben’s back with his other hand and massaged. For several moments Ben was indifferent but he surrendered to the pleased tingle of his muscles and nearly purred, arms hanging onto the male possessively. Kevin could always count on that spot to get a reaction out of his younger partner. His hand slipped further up the smooth inner thigh.
“Don’t you dare.” Ben bit him halfheartedly on the ear, “You know that’s foul play.”
“So is silence. Talk - or I’ll resort to molestation.”
“Don’t temp me.” Ben breathed into Kevin’s ear, his legs spreading without his consent. He felt his backside tighten and he gasped at the sudden splitting of skin.
“You alright?”
“Fine. Just a little sore.”
“That better be an honest answer.” Kevin’s hand closed around his real target.
“You jerk.” Ben brought his head back enough to tilt it. His eyes were nearly shut but Kevin caught a glistening glimpse of emerald before Ben pressed forward and kissed him. Once he was too far gone to protest, his head lolled back and he stared at the ceiling.
“Why do you always do this to me?”
“I like seeing you horny.” Kevin admitted, pleased with the state he’d put his boy in. Ben’s hand fell to grasp Kevin’s forearm, his other still slung over broad shoulders. Kevin smirked, slithering from Ben’s grasp and taking the smaller hand in his. He curled Ben’s fingers around the engorged flesh.
“Not fair.” Ben protested but let it go and looked down at what Kevin was doing. He was surprised by the sight; he couldn’t remember the last time he actually touched himself in that manner. Kevin was so in tune with his sexual needs he got attention just about whenever he wanted. Now the teen was making him touch himself.
Kevin kissed Ben to prevent any further protests and guided his hand. He played and continued to tease Ben while kissing him senseless. After several minutes of fooling, he let the smaller hand take more command. He fell back to observe Ben’s method and learn what kind of touches and pressures he liked.
“You’re getting a real charge out of this, aren’t you?” Ben kissed the outer ring of Kevin’s ear, stroking himself. Six months ago he would have been too embarrassed to engage in such behavior in front of Kevin, but now he saw that attraction and hunger in the teen’s eyes.
“You could say that.”
Ben licked Kevin’s face, “You started this. You should finish it.”
“Don’t worry about it. I plan to.” Kevin took over and fisted Ben, “As soon as you tell me what I want. And remember: I can keep this up all night if I have to.”
Ben certainly did not want to keep it up all night, but he also didn’t want to talk about what went on inside his head. Hadn’t he said enough?
“Come on, Ben.” Kevin began stroking the hero, remembering what areas Ben had been favoring. The already rigid flesh seemed to grow harder and he quickly drew Ben close to his finish. He paced himself, not planning on giving Ben his orgasm for free this time.
“Kevin,” Ben whined quietly, teeth biting the open neck, “don’t tease me.” Kevin brought Ben to the point his body began to tense. Ben’s flesh developed a tingle and his body strained, legs rising a bit. Kevin’s hand halted, squeezing the base of the erection. The result was Ben biting him harder and groaning.
“Y-y-you asshole.” Ben’s groin burned and his hips automatically shifted in attempt to reach that finish lingering just beyond his reach. The motion brought pain to every edge of his body but this time the sensations heightened the pleasure. He was forced to sink away from his finish, silently swearing his revenge on the teen.
Kevin kissed him on the cheek as his hand resumed stroking, gradually bringing Ben back to being drunk on pleasure. Those smaller hands grasped at his neck and shoulders, pulling and scratching. Kevin focused on the reactions of the body clinging to him, fingers sliding up and down the weeping length in his hand. It was too easy; Kevin envied how sensitive Ben’s body was. He recalled a time he had made the goalie orgasm with foreplay alone. That had been unexpected, but it explained why Ben could be such a vocal and occasionally rough partner.
Ben nearly sobbed when the friction stopped again, fingernails raising welts on Kevin’s back. He emitted a frustrated moan, one hand falling to Kevin’s bicep as he hung away from the teen over him. His mind buzzed with want and he furrowed his brow when Kevin began pressing kisses to his upper neck and jaw. He leaned into the touches and inhaled shakily when Kevin’s thumb rubbed the underside of his penis with a firm, slow pressure. Biting his lower lip, Ben shivered and nearly lost it. He pressed his face to Kevin’s, swallowing hard and murmuring a few choice words.
“Ben,” Kevin resumed his torture after it was safe to continue, moving his hand slower this time and with less pressure, “tell me everything you felt.”
Ben breathed against the skin of Kevin’s cheek, his voice pained “I was so angry, Kevin.” His hand slid up and cupped the back of Kevin’s head and his fingers threaded into the ink black stands of hair. He kissed an unguarded ear, whispering into it.
“I’ve never been that mad before. There was so much rage, so much pain I couldn’t get rid of. It hurt to feel that way.”
“What else?”
Ben groaned, “Just take me.”
“You’d regret it if I did.”
“Dun care.” Ben slurred, “I just want you inside.” He had never wanted Kevin to take him this badly, yet he knew how severely it would hurt if he did. The comfort was more reason than any he was so insistent on having sex. The feeling of Kevin touching him, pressed against him, and filling him was capable of more than stress relief; it made him happy.
“Keep talking. What did he do to you?” Kevin increased the pressure of his fingers and spread the liquid gathered at the tip of the erection along the length of the organ. Ben hugged closer to Kevin, words beginning to flow freely – quickly - from his lips.
“It wouldn’t end – he just kept hurting me. My skin was splitting and I couldn’t relax and I felt like nothing – I could do nothing. I lost and they won; m’never felt so weak. Just never – I wanted to hurt them - but s’wrong. ‘M not ‘sposed to do that. S’wrong. I would’ve hurt them if I could have. How can I think that? I’m not a hero. Not like this. M’not a hero…” His voice trailed off.
Kevin listened to Ben mumbled it over and over until it died into silence. I’m not a hero. The words concerned him, but Ben had given him what he had wanted.
“Good boy.” Kevin eased Ben onto his back and took care with spreading his legs. The angle was awkward but he managed.
Ben’s cry upon hitting his climax was a curt, loud noise of relief. Kevin had only needed to throat him once; he had been that close. The muscle convulsions of ejaculation hit him, and his stomach ached and burned with each wave.
So overloaded his limbs were shaking, Ben swallowed and endured the after effects of his orgasm. Kevin touched the hypersensitive flesh of his genitals and he groaned. He watched through half-lidded eyes as his boyfriend leaned over him, their noses nearly touching.
Kevin’s voice was a low but gentle tone, “What makes you think you’re not a hero?”
Ben’s heavy eyelids lifted enough for him to focus on Kevin with more clarity, but he had no words.
“Because you had dark thoughts? Let me clue you in, Ben – no one’s perfect. Not even the most heroic person in the world is free of dark thoughts. They’re normal. We all have them. You said to me once that it wasn’t what I had done that mattered, it’s what I’m going to do.” He carded his fingers through Ben’s hair with his clean hand, “It doesn’t matter how badly you want to hurt someone, because in the end you do what’s right. That’s what makes you a hero.”
Kevin pressed his lips to Ben’s. Even though Ben had the lingering taste of himself now in his mouth it didn’t matter. At that moment nothing but Kevin mattered to him. When they parted Kevin hugged him. The arms were strong and supportive, giving him the solidarity he needed.
“Never think you’re not.”

Ben stretched; it was his first real stretch in almost a week. He hadn’t dared before today. Kevin was lying on the bed, flipping through a car magazine and flicking his eyes up every now and again to see how Ben was doing.
“How’s the head?”
“Better.” Ben touched his toes with an exhale, held the stretch for 20 seconds, and then seated himself beside Kevin’s stomach. He leaned over, pushing the magazine to the bed, and centered himself between the now folded magazine and the teen.
Kevin tipped his head up and gave him a kiss with a pronounced ‘mwa’.
Ben smiled, “Well I wasn’t coming in for a kiss but I’ll take it.”
“How’s your butt?”
“You’re as blunt as always – and my butt is fine. Thanks for asking – now when are we gonna-”
“As soon as you stop limping.”
Ben’s forehead dropped to Kevin’s shoulder, “I don’t limp anymore.”
“Yes you do. When you stop limping we can do it.”
“That could be weeks.”
“Doubt it, but it could be.”
“You’re mean.”
“I don’t plan on hurting you any more than you are. Now come here.” Kevin pulled him to the mattress and Ben found a comfortable spot with his legs bent, knees toward the ceiling, and tucked against Kevin. He was half cradled by one of Kevin’s arms in a way, but the context only made him cuddly.
“You’re always so warm.” Ben closed his eyes and curled closer, “Makes me tired every time.”
“Go ahead and sleep.” Kevin sifted his fingers through Ben’s hair, amazed at how quickly the boy in his arms was drifting off. He readjusted to a more comfortable position and decided sleep wasn’t looking too bad at the moment. Ben made a quiet noise and Kevin rubbed his back, drawing their bodies a bit closer.
Both Mr. and Mrs. Tennyson were out until later, leaving Kevin to roam the house without feeling awkward or pressured to leave.
Kevin brushed his lips over Ben’s temple. The hero had felt miserable for his first three days home. He missed two days of school by his mother’s orders and absolutely refused to go on the third day after an argument about whether or not Kevin could come in and visit. In the end, Kevin had settled the decision and left after telling Ben he’d see him later. Ben looked painfully sorry about the ordeal and had thrown his arms out and hugged him. Kevin still remembered the look on Carl Tennyson’s face when Ben embraced him. There was a split second of shock that faded into confusion and then thought.
Kevin hadn’t told Ben about that. He was unsure if he should. Ben’s father might have been onto them now, and he didn’t like the possible repercussions of that.
Whatever the case may be, Kevin didn’t plan on leaving Ben alone for long. His boy had expressed his distaste of being by himself all day and Kevin had developed the habit of sneaking in. If it meant going in windows, slipping in backdoors or creating a distraction, Kevin found a way to Ben’s room that avoided his parents.
“Kevin?”
“Yeah?”
“I just wanted to say thanks – for everything.”
Kevin squeezed the hero’s shoulder, “Just doin’ my job.”
Ben gave a small laugh, “You’re damn good at it.”

11.8.08
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