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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 Six

Leo’s hands shakily began to wash Kenny’s hair, working slowly, gently ridding them both of the smells they'd accumulated through that deliciously dirty act. "Let's get clean... a-and we can rest. It's getting late... " Though he felt like his cold had gone away - the rumors of sex helping with illness seemed true, for the most part.

"When you see me at school later don't feel obligated to say hey or whatever. Your friends are important so don't risk that on me. We can just hang out here, since... I was hopin' you'd stay here more often, and stay away from your family..."

Kenny enjoyed Leo's hands on his body and let the blonde wash him as he pressed lazily against him, figuring he deserved a little TLC after the crazy shit they'd done. The first time fucking with another dude and they had to have covered at least half of the dirtiest gay sex kinks in the world, most of which no person in their right mind would admit to their practice or even existence.

Kenny let Leo's words drone meaninglessly in his ears. Leo or Butters, the dude just did not know when to shut the fuck up sometimes, and just... y’know... cuddle quietly or whatever.

Leo was quietly washing Kenny since he'd gotten no response to his words. He'd bring it up again later, no problem there. After managing to get them both decently clean, he made sure the tub was sanitized and whatnot before he plugged the drain and turned the shower off, hot water pouring into the plugged tub.

"Bath time," he murmured in the most adorable tone, hands grasping a blue bottle of soapy liquid, and he instantly poured about half of it in the water. After the successful fucking of Kenny he was very, very contented. Quickly he crawled on top of Kenny and slid his arms around him, cuddling against his neck and sinking into the warm bubbles, almost purring.

"Stay here?" Keep it simple, short questions.

Kenny was starting to get pruny from so much heat and water, but the bath eased the ache in his ass and lower back so he didn't complain. "Mmhm," he murmured, his arms lazily winding around Leo's waist while his head dropped back to rest against the rim of the tub. He closed his eyes, focusing on the low throb produced in his neither regions from reclining on a hard surface with Leo's heavier weight pressing down on him.

Kenny’s legs stirred the water and cradled Leo's body more comfortably between his thighs, easing some of the pressure off his ass, although he didn't really mind the pain that much. Leo felt nice.

After a short while Leo slid his hands along Kenny, and he could feel that he was actually pruning some. He just snickered.

"All right, let's go ahead and get out. I've got some pj pants you can wear..." It was warm for now but he'd crank up the heater when he got out. A foot quickly unplugged the tub. "You don't need to get all pruny." A silly grin spread over Leo’s lips, that one eye lowered in thought as the older of the two shivered and shuffled about getting fresh towels for them, Kenny's left on the bathroom sink. "I'll meet you in the bedroom."

Kenny frowned a little to himself at the briefness of their soak, but shrugged. Too much hot water wasn't good for him anyway. He'd passed out a few times at home while in the shower, especially when he was going days without food and the warmish water contributed to the dizziness he'd already been feeling from hunger pains. He'd drowned one time and cracked his head open another doing that, but luckily he hadn't developed a phobia for water or else he'd have accumulated so much grime as to be mistaken as the second black kid in South Park.

He'd leave number one to Token.

Leo was afraid that Kenny was going to find his closeness too much too quick. He was afraid of that, really afraid, but he couldn't help but adore the other blonde. Leo stopped and bumped the heater up a good bit before disappearing into his clothing room. He came out with pink pajama pants and a pair of purple ones with stars. What. He liked them.

Kenny's pants were left hanging on the bathroom door as Leo went into his bedroom and pulled a bunch of extra blankets onto the bed, before nestling in beneath them like a content puppy. Woof.

Kenny dried himself completely, even his hair - which stuck out worse than usual with the quick toweling - and ignored the faggy pants, instead going naked into Leo's room and climbing into bed next to him.

It was strange, being so comfortable naked here in Leo's house - a nearly unanimously voted one-eyed freak, killer, and outcast by almost all South Park residences - when Kenny had hid himself almost completely within his parka at all times before today. Even at home. ...Especially at home in case one of his parents decided he hadn't been beaten enough recently from the lack of bruises on his skinny arms.

Kenny was quickly curled up against, Leo’s breath steady, mind clouded by so many different things. Idly, Leo began to litter kisses along the other's collarbone, arms slipping about his waist the best he could.

"Thanks." The barely-older boy smiled and slowed his kisses, face merely resting underneath Kenny's neck. "You're pretty much my only friend... I didn't know what I'd been missing these years. E-Ever since I k... they died, my parents, I haven't really had a chance to even talk to anyone outside of school..."

Kenny pulled an arm free and set it lightly against Leo's upper arm, rubbing him leisurely. He didn't comment on the slip about Leo's parents, not really caring if the secluded blonde had actually killed them or not. They were gone now and couldn't hurt him anymore. Lucky.

"Why haven't you left South Park?" Kenny asked, his voice flat but not unkind. "Go to Aspen or Fort Collins or whatever. They don't know you there." It wasn’t like Leo couldn't afford to go even further than that, not if he sold the house and pawned what he didn't need and set up residence somewhere else in Colorado. Or even out of the state entirely.

Leo blinked at that question, and then leaned closer, relaxing against Kenny.

"I... don't think I can. I just wanna finish school first and... well, I've never really been away from here. Even though everyone hates me, it's still nice to have familiar faces." Leo couldn't fathom what it'd be like away from 'home'. With a little amused look on his face, he wondered if Kenny would move with him, once school was out. He didn't dare ask though.

"Hm," Kenny said, not agreeing with Leo’s reasoning, but not arguing either. His legs slid beneath the blankets and tangled loosely with Leo's, his sharp bones cradled comfortably between Leo's shapelier legs. "I'd go to California. Or somewhere it didn't fucking snow all the time," Kenny offered, just talking shit and a little surprised that he even wanted to. "Maybe burn my coat and get a tan."

His death-pale skin would probably just crack and blister in the intense California sun, but still. Whatever.

"That'd be nice. Get a condo in L.A... Just get the fuck away from here, from everyone and everything," Leo grinned to himself, looking up at Kenny, legs tightly wound about his. "Move with me. Fuck it, we'll leave next week. We can get our G.E.D's out there... Go to college... Get the fuck out of here." It was bold. "We don't have to be like... together. Just come with me."

Could Kenny leave his friends though?

Kenny looked at him, his eyes such a ghostly pale blue made even bigger by his gaunt, pale face. He opened his mouth to automatically reject the notion but then closed it, a slight furrow marring his normally smooth brow, almost undetectable.

He... sort of wanted to. He wasn’t blowing off Butters – because it was a totally fucking Butters thing to even suggest – immediately, and that hesitation shocked the fuck out of Kenny.

California was just filled with fags, or at least in San Francisco, and no one would give a damn about two dudes living together, fucking and playing dress up. Shit, Leo could even wear that get up outside and no one would bat an eye. Kenny didn't care if he graduated or got his G.E.D, not when someone died as much as he did. The only certainty he had in his life would be looking forward to the inevitable time death was permanent and there would be no coming back for Kenny McCormick.

But still, he hesitated to toss all his shit to the wind and agree, fucking packing up right now, screw a week. There were his friends, although they've already tried to replace him after one of his lengthier absences - even going as far as to hold auditions - when the resurrectionist department had had a delay with some cult group trying to bring back Hitler from the dead (his mind immediately pinned Cartman as the head of that organization, even though Kenny had no proof).

And he was poor. Dirt poor, and inwardly blanched at the thought of being such a financial burden on anyone. Except his parents - they could rot in hell for all he cared. Sure, he could get a job in California, but initially Leo would have to pay for everything - their transportation, tickets, the apartment or wherever they'd stay, travel and living expenses, Kenny's hospital and funeral bills...

Kenny didn’t know why he was even considering hauling off with Leo. There was no way it’d even work out in theory, especially since Kenny had never pictured himself ever leaving South Park.

Leo crawled closer, lips gently pressed to the other's forehead, just between his brows, with his nose rubbing Kenny’s hairline gently. "I-I understand if it was a stupid idea. I mean... " He sighed and pulled back a little, slowly sitting himself up on the edge of the bed. "It was a kinda stupid idea..." The older blonde shrugged, just staring at the window. The window was closed, though, and so were the blinds, making the air around them toasty warm.

"But even if you don't wanna, we can still stay here. You can stay with me? I mean... I'm probably a pain and talk too much... but I can take care of you... Let me take care of you?" Oh, the boy was pathetic and he knew it. He couldn't even look at Kenny at the moment, so he was dead set upon staring at nothing.

Kenny wanted badly for Leo to just... stop talking. He'd kiss him to shut him up, but the temporary diversion would just be avoiding the issue now, only to have it come up again later. But it was just like Butters to keep talking and dig himself deeper, even when he was desperately floundering, and it was like Kenny not to talk and just stand to the side, more ornamental than anything.

Fuck. He was just supposed to bring Leo his goddamn homework. How the FUCK did it turn out getting - quite literally - fucked in the ass, and now he was actually considering running away with Leo? If his life were a movie he'd have boycotted that shit in a heartbeat. But it wasn't.

Kenny's hand on Leo's arm trembled just a bit, and he snatched it away before the other could feel it. He swallowed, turning his head in the opposite direction.

"It... It's not stupid," he said hoarsely, clenching his hands together in his lap and silently cursing Leo for being so achingly trusting even after all the shit Kenny and his friends put him through. More his friends' actions, but Kenny had stood by and let Butters get hurt... Except for the incident with a shuriken, when he and his friends had been messing around with weapons as kids, that had ultimately taken Butters’ eye. Kenny had been the one to throw that fucking ninja star.

"Fuck, Leo..." he groaned. He didn't know what to say.

Leo shuddered at the barely-there touch. He felt the air from Kenny’s hand passing over his skin. He sighed and turned around after he listened to Kenny's few choice words. He just crawled closer and slipped arms around Kenny's waist from behind, nuzzling into his neck.

"I'm done. I'll stop talking," he whispered, kissing here and there on that bare back, those narrow shoulders.

A long moment of silence let Leo think about everything. His eye shut, breathing slow and steady against the younger blonde's neck. "Just promise me one thing. You'll stay here? Please? I have money for anything... I don't want you to think I'm trying to buy you either, though...

"Oh. Right, hushing now." Leo chuckled and nipped a few times at those scrawny shoulders. "You should have freckles... lots of them... " It was a quiet, idle thought that slipped through his lips as he ghosted sweet, gentle breaths against the other's flesh, just idly enjoying being close to Kenny.

"...Are you my Daddy now?" Kenny said quietly, coldly, and didn't react to the warm kisses along his neck and shoulders. His blue eyes were overshadowed by his shaggy blonde hair, and he didn't turn his head so Leo could see the confliction warring within those dead orbs. "Or maybe a necrophiliac? Are you waiting for me to die so you can fuck my cold body and warm me up again?"

Where... was this coming from? Kenny's mind recoiled at the bitterness of his words even though outwardly his body was as cold and motionless as a statue. Or a corpse. "Get the fuck off me."

Leo sat there in silence, eyes wide at the words. What the hell...? He just stared at Kenny, confused, his brows arching upwards, just... staring at the back of his head.

"...What?" Leo swallowed, sitting back. "N-No... I'm not any of that... I just wanna be your friend... I wanna... I..." Confusion hit him and he sat back against the headboard, just watching Kenny. "I... I'm sorry..." he whispered, eyes smattered with wetness, dripping occasionally with the few tears that forced their way out. "I'm so s-sorry..."

The poor boy was confused and that was obvious. "Please don't leave... They're just going to h-hurt you. A-All I want is t-to help."

Leo couldn't understand what was wrong with Kenny. Quickly he got up from the bed, dragging a blanket with him as he hurriedly left the room and went down stairs. "J-Just sleep there or whatever," whispered the other as he left the room and then found the couch to curl up on in a still overly-confused state, staring ahead at the television that flickered with old re-runs of crap he didn’t care about.

"Fuck me..." Kenny hissed quietly to himself seconds after Leo had left, a curse - not a request.

He curled up in the bed, shivering so hard his teeth chattered, but he didn't bother pulling the covers over himself. The coldness was from deep inside of him, filling the empty holes of his incomplete soul, pieces of which were taken bit by bit in payment for his reincarnations and left him less human each time.

"You don't want a monster, Butters," he whispered into the empty, massive room, aching at the tears that just wouldn't come even though he had just shattered any hope of a life, of redemption.

Kenny fell into a fitful sleep there alone in Leo's bed, and prayed that he didn't wake up.

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