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Observation	By : Athena2693 Category: +S through Z > South Park > Slash - Male/Male Views: 4415 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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He’d never be able to possibly comprehend why on Earth Gregory would think of bringing Pip with him to his apartment. His apartment was hidden away. It was his sanctuary. His mission was just as much of a secret. Nobody was to know of the boy locked away in his bedroom.
So of course, Gregory showed up at his front door, with the tiny, bubbly boy beside him. He had a totally trusting, tender smile, which would tempt even an environmentalist to smack him. They left him in the kitchen when Christophe brought Gregory into the bedroom to show him Kyle.
“I told you, he’s not going anywhere.”
“How much do you have in him?”
“Enough to keep him out.”
“Maybe you should give him some more?”
“I’m not trying to kill him!”
“I know. It’s just…he’s dangerous, you kno “H “He’s not dangerous like this,” Christophe bent ovhe bhe boy, carefully tucking the quilt around him. He touched his forehead quickly, just checking his temperature, then backed away from him.
“Of course he isn’t like that, he’s unconscious,” Gregory turned and left the room, walking back to the kitchen. “And I want him to stay that way.”
“You might as well tell me to shoot him.”
“Maybe you should? Who would know?”
“I, I don’t want to kill him.”
“Why not? It wouldn’t be the first time you took a hit.”
“Gregory,” Pip’s excited voice called from the kitchen, “He has blueberry tea! Did you know that?”
“Yes I did lohelphelp yourself,” Gregory called back, then turned to face Christophe again, “I think it’d be best for us all if he was dead.”
“He’s just a misguided boy. One who’s having trouble dealing with the loss of friends, popularity, his whole idea on what’s important in life. What if your twink hadn’t decided to shrug off all the insults, huh? What if he actually did something about it?”
“That’s the difference. My Pip is a lovely creature, that boy in there is a killer.”
“What if his hair was golden instead of red, what would the difference be?”
The door of the kitchen swung open and Pip walked out, cradla cua cup of steaming liquid in his hands. He greeted Christophe with a smile and stepped in front of Gregory, leaning back against him so curves fitted curves. One of Gregory’s arms casually slipped around him, holding him againsm. m. Gregory wasn’t really that tall, maybe six feet at the most, but Pip was tiny against him at maybe five and a half feet.
“Your apartment is lovely, Christophe. Gregory, did you see the sink fixture in his bathroom, that’s like the one I was thinking about for our private bathroom.”
“When did you,” Christophe shook his head, trailing off. “Pip, don’t you have somewhere to be? I’m trying to talk with Gregory.”
“No, not really. I’m good right here,”
“Love, why don’t you go get us some tea and sandwiches,” Gregory patted him arm lovingly.
“What kind of sandwiches?”
“I don’t have any sandwich materials,” Christophe objected.
“I’ll go buy some,” Pip volunteered cheerfully, “Is the store open at ten?”
“Always was before.”
“Don’t spend too much,” Gregory handed the blond his entire wallet, shocking the hell out of Christophe. Pip leaned up; placing a quick kiss on his lips, then went to grab his coat from the closet. Christophe locked up after him.
“Christophe, I want him dead.”
“Gregory, I’m not killing him.”
“I’ll give you five hundred.”
“He didn’t do anything.”
“But he was going to.”
“Try having that hold up in a court.”
“This isn’t a court. You’re a man for hire. One who is supposed to do anything any decent human doesn’t want to, for money. You should be able to kill that boy without a second though.”
“Fine, you know what?” Christophe turned away from his angrily and stormed back into the bedroom, flinging open the door. He switchn thn the light. Kyle was still fast asleep and all the banging and sudden intrusion of light didn’t faze him. Christophe yanked back the blankets, threw them right off the bed, and scooped Kyle into his arms. He was still completely naked, all soft skinned and hairless. He hardly weighed anything in his arms. Gregory had followed him into the bedroom, though, staying hovering near the doorway in case Christophe turned on him. Christophe walked right up to him and deposited the unconscious boy right into Gregory’s arms. “If you want to kill a depressed, lonely, half-starved, teenage boy, go right ahead. Fill the bathtub up and drown him if you want. There are knives in the kitchen, slit his throat. Want a belt to hang him?”
“I, I, you’re fucking insane!”
“You want him dead, you do it. I’m not doing it.”
Christophe shouldered his way past him, tossing his cigarette butt in the glass of tea Pip had left by the bookcase. He grabbed another from his pack on the chair and lit it.
“He’s not my responsibility anymore, I wash my hands at the whole ordeal. Go ahead, kill him, he’s not going to fight.”
“I, I can’t just kill him.”
“Why not?”
“Well, he’s just lying there! He can’t even fight back.”
“Then why should I?”
“Because that’s what you’re paid for!”
“I was paid to follow him. I was paid to guard your little fucktoy. I wasn’t paid to kill a kid.”
“I told you I’d give you extra.”
“And I told you no.”
“I, I can’t. You’re not going to help me?”
“I’m not going to help you,” Christophe sucked in smoke from his cigarette hungrily, as if he were trying to fill himself with enough tar that he wouldn’t have to deal with this situation.
“But I can’t kill him.”
“Too bad. I’m not doing it.”
“But…what am I supposed to do with him.” Gregory looked down at the redhead in his arms. He was totally unconscious. He wasn’t supporting his head so it lay back across his arm, mouth slightly parted. One arm rested across his stomach, the other dangled in the air.
“Gregory,” Christophe’s voice sounded more subdued now, “I won’t kill him, alright? But I’ll watch after him. Just give me what you owe me and we’ll call it even. I won’t charge you for anything else and I’ll make sure Pip doesn’t get hurt.”
“Are, are you sure?”
“I’m sure,” Christophe stepped up to hid red reached under Kyle, taking him from his arms. He cradled him more securely again his body than Gregory had, supporting his head so it rested against his chest.
“He is quite tiny isn’t he?”
“I’ll probably lose him in the bed tonight.”
“Are you going to sleep in the same bed?”
“It’s the only one I have.”
Gregory glanced up at the clock, sighing. “I br ber be going, have to catch up with Pip before he buys his own weight in lunch meat. I…won’t be calling again.”
“I didn’t think you would be.”
“What are you going to tell his parents? He can’t be really staying at Pip’s house for a week “I’ “I’ll have Kyle call her and tell her something.”
“What if he asks for help?”
“I don’t think he will.”
“Well, goodbye Christophe. It’s been nice seeing you around again. Maybe I’ll call next week, just to see if you wanna do something.”
“Maybe. You, Pip, and I, we can make a foreigner night.”
“Sue soe so. I really care about him, you know?”
“I know. You wouldn’t have hired me if you didn’t.”
“Well, so long.” Gregory went to the closet and grabbed his heavy black, leather coat, wrapping it around himself. He glanced mor more back at Christophe and the boy he held in his arms. He was readjusting him in his arms, the weight starting to get to him. One arm rested beneath his shoulders, the other below his knees. “Just, be careful, alright? Don’t let him get the bettf yof you.”
“He’s out. I’m sure it won’t be a problem.”
With Gregory gone and the door locked up, Christophe carried Kyle back into the bedroom and laid him upon the bed. It had been a long day, too long. With Kyle, and his mother, and Gregory, he just needed a good night’s sleep. He carefully removed his wife beater and pants, disposing them into a pile on the floor, and grabbed the blankets that lay upon the floor.
He draped the blankets over them both, turning so his back faced Kyle, and set the alarm for eight. He didn’t want to get up too late. If he got up too late, it might be to Kyle coming after him with his own belt again. The sedative would wear off before noon.
He shut off the light beside the bed, put out his cigarette, and closed his eyes; already starting to feel the slightest longing for his nicotine stick. He tried to ignore this and let himself fall to sleep. Usually, he stayed up into the night, trying to ignore the cravings. Suddenly, he found himself asleep, sung to sleep by the even breathing of the boy beside him.
Some time in the night, Christophe managed to roll so he was facing Kyle. And Kyle, who had been lying a foot away from Christophe, managed to squirm closer, purposely, as his body searched for the source of heat in the bed. He pressed up closely against him, almost trying to crawl into Christophe’s skin. One of Christophe’s protective arms curled around Kyle’s waist, pulling him against him so they fit together like two pieces of broken coconut. With back against chest, hips against hips, legs entangled together, Kyle found the warmth he had been searching for, and ceased to stir. Christophe’s breath on the back of his neck was damp and hot. Christophe’s body did not push Kyle away. Subconsciously, his hands liked the feel of the silky sooth skin of Kyle’s thighs, and the softness of red hair against his nose.
Sunlight began to bleed into the room, illuminating the two figures upon the bed. It was this time that the night is truly coldest, the longest possible time since the sun had lost shone on the Earth. Kyle began to shiver, his body too thin to warm itself as Christophe’s did with body fat and muscles. Christophe pulled him even closer, actually pulling him a bit beneath him so his shoulder covered Kyle’s and hips rested on hips. Kyle didn’t shiver anymore.
Conscious, Christophe had saved his life; unconscious, he comforted him.
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