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Eye of the Beholder	By : DragonSapphire Category: +S through Z > South Park > Slash - Male/Male Views: 4145 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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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 Four

Kenny was almost disappointed with the single beers and appearance of pants, but he was also relieved because getting rammed in the ass at this early stage would have been something he'd have to force himself to endure, and he wasn't entirely sure he could. It didn't disturb him, the idea of sex with another guy, not like it should have. He briefly considered the idea of two fags into their group (he considered Cartman the other) and gave a violent shudder at the thought Fatass might consider him free game then. No doubt he'd have to rape Kenny, because the blonde sure as hell would rather get hit by a bus or eaten by a bear (again) first, and Cartman would just gloat about pulling off yet another hate crime.

"I'll put a movie in, you pick one out." Leo pointed out a rack full of DVDs nearby, so he'd let Kenny pick one out as he began on his beer. The television was a flat panel that hung down from the ceiling neatly, just big enough to see and play video games on, but not, like, obnoxious.

As far as Kenny knew he still could get it up over Playboy and Maxim, and Leo had enough girlish quirks that he could probably pass off as one again. Kenny remembered the appearance of ‘Marjorine’ had made him uncomfortable, probably because the other boy had made a damn convincing girl, and he wondered if he'd felt attraction for Leo, then Butters, even back then.

Leo sipped from his beer quietly, pants fitting snug enough to make him look absolutely adorable, rump round even in them. It wasn't long before Leo had finished his beer, and a sweet blush had crawled across his cheeks, attention on Kenny.

"Put a DVD in, Kenny, and go get me another beer..." Well, might as well, he had a six pack. He figured Kenny might return with the whole six pack, they could have fun, right? It wasn't every night that he had company over and... such lovely attention. Kenny's thus untouched beer was picked up and opened, a grin upon his face.

"Ok, so go get yourself another beer or two, I'll just take yours."

Kenny's back suddenly went taut and his face paled drastically as the innocent request for beer immediately translated into his parents’ harsher demands in his mind, the connection entirely unexpected in this place that had already begun to form as a sort of haven. His shaken blue eyes instinctively lowered as his dad's voice overlapped Leo's for a second, demanding that he bring Kenny another beer, and knowing he’d only return for a hard backhand across the face for not being quick enough as thanks.

Kenny took a step backwards, and then another, and when his back hit the wall he turned and fled down the stairs, not knowing where he was going but shattered at the impression of his father left in his head merging with his tentative fuck buddy. ...Maybe even friend.

Leo shook his head to try and clear his thoughts, quickly getting up from the bed to run after Kenny. Brows fixed together as he caught the other before Kenny could reach the front door and slammed him onto the couch, just pinning him there.

"What did... why?" Leo blinked a few times, just confused, a bit of a haze from the alcohol running through his veins when he had moved so quickly. Leo just looked down at Kenny, concerned despite everything.

"Kenny? Are you okay? I... we don't have to drink or anything..." And then it hit him! He sighed and leaned in, nosing against the other's ear. "I'm sorry. I didn't even think about your parents... I'm so sorry." His apology was real, hoping he could make up for his stupidity.

Kenny's mind blanked as he was tackled to the couch, the suddenly heavy body on his and the odor of beer-laced breath overpowering his senses. Kenny gave a terrified sob, bucking beneath Leo's body.

"NO! Oh God... no Dad, please..." Kenny was kicking and scratching at Leo frantically, his entire body shaking so badly it felt like he was going into a seizure or something.

Leo's eyes grew wide and he just tried to avoid any attacks of the other's hands or legs, it was surprising, but his thoughts were confirmed as the other yelled out about his father. Quickly, Leo crawled off of him and sat down upon the floor, just staring ahead at the television that was turned off.

"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry," he repeated it quickly, quietly, trying to just... well he wasn't sure what he was trying to do. He didn't want to scare Kenny any more, he wanted him to realize he wasn't his father. He just shook violently, hugging knees to his chest. At least Leo knew not to ask Kenny to get him a beer.

Kenny curled onto his side clutching at his arms while his body shook from the force of his harsh gasps. He couldn't even think coherently... he could barely even breathe! But somehow he made himself calm down and take rattling breaths, his blue eyes wide - afraid of closing them and seeing his father's drunken body crushing his again. He couldn't release his arms, though, his nails digging bloody rents into his barely-there biceps, and he bowed his head to avoid any accusing looks from Leo. Kenny felt vile, like he needed to bathe in boiling water, but he knew that would never be enough.

"S-sorry..." his teeth chattered through his whisper, and he wouldn't blame Leo for being horrified or disgusted. He was so fucked up.

When the apology reached his ears, Leo looked hesitantly over his shoulder. He got up onto his knees and leaned in, pressing a barely-there kiss to Kenny’s forehead.

"It's okay... I should think before I say things..." he said quietly, turning his head to let out a belch (a quiet one though) from the beer’s carbonation. He stood and settled himself on the couch next to Kenny's curled up body. One hand settled against those blonde locks rubbing slowly, soothingly, he hoped.

"Here..." He snagged that blanket once more, just to pull it over Kenny. Quite the opposite of his parents, hm? He seemed to care, didn't he? Leo moved, trying to situate himself with Kenny in his lap or stretched across him, something like that. "You okay? Want a glass of water or something?"

"No," Kenny whispered hoarsely. "Just...stay."

It was the first time Leo could remember anyone ever asking him to stay with them - it was always "Go away, Butters" or "Goddamnit Butters, get the fudge out" but never just "Stay."

He seemed to be racking up a lot of firsts with Kenny.

One of Kenny's hands unfurled from its death grip on his arm, and he slid it around to hug Leo's leg tightly, pressing his flushed cheek against his thigh.

Leo did just that. He stayed and slid a hand along the other's arm, rubbing the blood that boiled to the surface away, just to draw reddened fingers to his lips and lick them off. He hadn't even realized he'd done it.

"I'll stay. As long as you need me." His free hand was running through those blonde locks, just touching his scalp gently with well kept nails, they were even painted in a clear gloss.

"I'll put on another cheesy sci-fi movie. They're always playing them..." The remote was just barely within reach, so he grabbed it and quickly flipped it to the channel. "Sasquatch Mountain. So fucking gay..." he said quietly as he sat the remote aside, just smoothing his fingers through Kenny's hair.

Kenny stared at the screen, and then discarded the stupid movie playing in favor of Leo's gentle petting. He was silently horrified at his own reaction - he'd never broken so badly even after the worst drunken beatings, so he didn't know why Leo telling him to grab a beer undid him. He wanted to hunt down every can and bottle in Leo's house with even a .1% alcohol content and start a massive bonfire with them, or at least pour them down the drain and toss the empty bottles out. But he wasn't really feeling up to pyrokenetics or making the effort.

"It wasn't like there was anything different that night... the same ‘Get me a fucking beer, boy’ while he was already fucking wasted on the couch watching Wheel of Fortune..." Kenny said leadenly, just out of the blue.

Leo blinked a few times, brows arched. The silence was odd, and then it was suddenly broken by Kenny. He tilted his head and looked down at him, still petting his hair.

"Your father's wrong for what he does..." That single green eye watched Kenny, and then he shifted, moving to lay down behind him the best he could, even if he had to deal with being squished against the cushions. Arms weaseled their way snug around Kenny's waist, after making sure the blanket was overtop of them. He just buried his nose into the other's neck, closing his eye contentedly.

"Just don't go home. Stay here. I'll feel bad knowing that you're dealing with that..."

"It was just the one time that he did... that he did that," Kenny swallowed, continuing even though Leo hadn’t asked him to, and Kenny had planned to take that particular trauma to the grave with him. He shuddered just the same at the horrible memory that he wished would just get left behind in Hell and stay there from some demons to snack on during one of his trips.

"He didn't even get all the way since he passed out before he could... I wasn't lying when I told you I haven't done anything with another guy," Kenny finished softly, his hand sliding over Leo's arm around his middle and squeezing tightly.

But it had been close, damn close, and Kenny could still feel the sickening sensation of his father's half-hard cock slipping against his ass crack before the man had passed out drunk on top of him. He doubted his father even realized who he’d been trying to fuck - certainly not his scrawny youngest son - and hadn’t remembered a thing in the morning. Kenny tried to forget that easily, but unfortunately he’d been dead sober at the time. Fucking god, how badly he wanted to smash his head against a wall and splatter that memory all over the pavement, but even that hadn’t worked and he just pushed the incident to the back of his mind the best he could. It figured he couldn’t even do that much.

Leo was a little slow, and it had just hit him with those last words about what had actually happened. He gasped quietly and began kissing the other's neck gently.

"I'm so sorry..." he whispered, gripping his hand in return, his other hand up against Kenny's back, just rubbing slowly between his shoulder blades. "I really... don't want you going back home to that, Kenny. I know we're just friends and I'm supposedly a crazy fucker... but I'm not. If you're not here, I'm going to worry about you."

It was strange to admit that, but he did. Kenny had such a troubled past, Butters did too. A hesitant string of words were finally spoken against Kenny's neck.

"I... hated my parents. They sold me to Paris Hilton... Sent me to a bible camp because they thought I was bisexual... that was Cartman's fault. They never cared. They came home and assumed I'd done bad things just because they weren't home, and they beat me - that's why I missed school every once in a while... But even then, they didn't feed me when I stayed home with bruises. I got crackers, if that," he whispered, fighting back the pang of tears building in his eyes, the wavering of his voice. He felt so pathetic admitting this to anyone.

Kenny still had bruises from the beatings from his own parents on his body, the bumps of his spine protruding from starvation, so he was probably the only person in South Park who'd understand what had pushed Leo to his limits better than anyone. He turned suddenly in Leo's arms, their faces close and the front of their bodies aligned perfectly. Kenny was even partially aroused against Leo's hip because while his mind had seen his father, his body had felt and reacted to Leo's, which had only given him pleasure and comfort in their short time together.

"I wish they were dead, my parents," Kenny said softly, his unearthly eyes shining with a sick gleam. "But then I think that maybe this dying and coming back thing might run in the family, and they'd come back worse than ever... Maybe I would put a gun to my head and follow just to make sure they stayed in Hell..."

Leo frowned just a little, brushing lips against lips, one leg sliding up to rest over Kenny's own legs, drawing him closer.

"I think you're just special. With the whole dying and coming back thing... " He managed a little chuckle and kissed his chin lightly. "If you did that, and followed, who knows if you'd ever come back." He hinted on the fact that he'd miss Kenny himself, but he didn't actually say it. Instead he just stole a kiss from those lips. It was strange to hear Kenny talk so much, despite the subject it was upon... He was glad to hear him speaking so much.

"You're safe here... I'll watch what I say so it doesn't happen again. Now...would you like... to get some sodas? And go watch a DVD?"

"Hm," Kenny sighed, reverting back to parka-speak for a moment. The gleam left his eyes, leaving the blue orbs deader than ever. He knew he couldn't kill his parents, he couldn't kill anyone knowing how painful and wretched dying felt like, and he wouldn't even wish it on them. But still, if the rumors were true, a part of him wished Leo would have offered.

"No," Kenny said, not wanting to move from their comfortable embrace. And then flushed unexpectedly. "But could you... uh... do you have mouthwash?" The beer breath was getting to him, sending unpleasant pulses to his brain with each exhale, and he didn't want to risk freaking out on Leo again.

"O... Oh!" Leo laughed gently and nodded. "I understand. Besides. Drinking that much, I have to piss."

He shifted and got up from his seat, length obviously hardened, but not as it would be if he was aroused. His overfull bladder was just desperate to go. Leo stretched first and then shot an odd glance to Kenny before heading up the stairs. Maybe Kenny would follow him again, there had been something disturbingly erotic about earlier.

Up the stairs Leo went, slow enough to not get there instantly. First off, he went over to the counter and grabbed a bottle of mouthwash, quickly swishing it through his mouth, before he spit the minty stuff out. Much better. Maybe next time they tried to drink again, Leo should opt for the wine his parents had left behind since it was aged nicely. And then that tightening built up, he knew he had to go. He walked over to the toilet, contemplating holding himself as he went, but instead he just dropped his pants and pushed his hands against the wall, toilet seat down. He had good aim.

Kenny laid on the couch by himself for a moment, curling into the warm impression Leo left on the cushions, but even that heat faded much too quickly. Sighing, Kenny sat up and scrubbed a hand through his hair, his eyes gliding over in the direction Leo had left. Contemplating for a moment on whether to follow or not, even though Leo's hips had swayed in that girly-seductive manner as he was leaving that Kenny wasn't so sure Leo had even noticed himself.

"Fucking fag..." Kenny snorted softly, almost affectionately, and got up.

The door was open, which didn't surprise him, and Leo was in that damn weird position taking a piss again. Kenny just smiled. He hoped onto the counter, his body facing Leo's and slouched over until his elbows bumped his knees, resting his chin in his hands. He watched Leo openly with a bland expression on his face.

"I don't know why I never kicked your ass in elementary school for doing that," said Kenny, because he knew the way Leo peed would have driven him crazy even then.

Leo was startled regardless. He just stared up at the other, the stream dwindling quickly as he held it back. Fuck, he'd drank far too much. Two mugs of cocoa, and one and a half beers. He looked up at Kenny and snorted.

"You like it," Leo said as he stepped back, flushing after shaking. He wasn't done though, but that wasn't obvious. He grinned and moved to stand between the other's thighs, eye fixed up upon him. "You drank some cocoa, you probably have to go too, r-right?" There was a towel on the floor beneath Leo, from the bathing and whatnot, he always had a towel on the floor for drying feet. A hand tentatively slid forward, pulling Kenny's pajama pants down enough to tug his flaccid flesh out, one brow lightly raised.

Kenny's thighs slid apart easily to admit Leo, and his face warmed considerably as that image went vertical. He was such a slut, spreading his legs like a whore, but he still hooked his ankles together behind Leo's back and pulled the other blonde closer.

"...Right," he agreed, his voice low and almost throaty as he gave a small thrust into Leo's hand. He would love seeing Leo on his knees, opening his mouth to him as a receptacle, but maybe they would experiment more with that later.

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