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Aliens Made Them Do It Except Kevin Said No.	By : Candlejack Category: +1 through F > Ben 10: Alien Force Views: 5719 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Aliens Made Them Do It Except Kevin Said No.
Prompt: "Cliché"
Category: Fanfiction
Pairing: Albedo/Kevin, slight BeVin.
Length: 5,802
Warnings: Sex. Slight non-con flavouring.
Author's Note: For the SlashBen10 LJ community Cliché challenge. Won for the Fanfiction catagory.

The Albedo of an object is the extent to which it diffusely reflects light from the Sun.

Ben doesn’t know where he is when he first wakes up. There’s a bad taste in his mouth that is nothing like the smoothie he last remembered eating and a pair of bongo-playing chimps in his head where his brain should be.

It takes him a moment to scrape up enough braincells to open his eyes a fraction, and then the world fuzzy around him until it eventually fades into focus. He’s looking at a ceiling. At least, he thinks it’s a ceiling. It’s a kind of metal and curved in a way that he’s only seen before on alien spaceships, never on Earth.

That’s enough to kick his brain into high gear, knocking the fuzzy feeling away as he takes in more details. He’s on some sort of a spaceship, part of the bongo-playing chimps’ rhythm is the thrum of the engines that rumble throughout the entire ship. A small ship, he analyses. The engine noise usually isn’t as obvious on a big ship. Grandpa would be pleased at him for remembering that, and the thought is somewhat comforting, amidst the feeling of alarm.

He’s laying on something that feels somewhat soft and supporting, like a bed. The texture’s weird, foreign feeling. He’s got the bad feeling that he’s not on Earth anymore. On the other hand, he isn’t tied down, so that’s a bonus. He’s woken up to worse things.

”He’s awake.” Kevin’s nasally voice interrupts his stealthy exploration of the surroundings. “Saw his eyelids move.”

”About time.” Gwen snaps, but the worry in her voice takes the sting out of the words. “Ben, stop playing around.”

”I wasn’t playing.” The comeback is fast on his tongue as he opens his eyes all the way. He could use a drink of water, his throat feels like he swallowed one of Big Chill’s wings. “I was checking my surroundings in case I needed to launch an ambush.” Despite claims to the contrary, he isn’t -stupid-.

Gwen looks back at him, arms crossed, hip cocked, one eyebrow attempting to blend in with her red hair from the other side of a translucent buzzing pink forcefield. She doesn’t believe him, but there are more important things at hand. “Where are we?” He asks instead, looking around.

They’re in three identical rectangular cells, each maybe big enough to take three steps along the sides. The floor, ceiling and back wall are all alien metal, as are one side of each of Gwen and Kevin’s cells. His cell is the middle, so the sides of his cell are the zappy sounding forcefields. There’s a bed in each cell fastened to the back wall, which is where he is sitting, and there looks like there might be a corridor in front of the forcefields, but it’s to dark to tell anything more than that at the moment.

”Dunno.” Kevin shrugs from Ben’s left, his large form half-lounging on his cot, half off. There’s a pair of glowing blue energy cuffs around Kevin’s hands and he looks somewhat annoyed, like an irritated trapped cat. “Don’t recommend touchin’ the forcefields unless you want your hair standin’ on end.”

He eyes the walls warily, trying to figure out what form would be the best one to take out the flickering pink fields. Chromastone would probably be the best, his silicon-based body might be able to channel the energy, allowing them to escape. “Yeah…”

Except when he reaches for the Omnitrix, he can’t touch it. With a jolt, he glances down at his wrist, finding the Omnitrix covered with a single pale blue energy cuff. He can still use his hands, but he can’t reach the Omnitrix. He’s stuck as plain old regular -human- Ben Tennyson. Trapped in a cell, in a spaceship, who knows how far away from home. “Crap.”

”Yeah.” Gwen agrees. Obviously, his cousin has noticed this long before he has. After a very brief mental debate, he decides he’s going to blame it on her being awake before he was. So there.

”I see you are all awake.” A voice cuts through their chatter, drawing their attention towards the darkened space just outside the front forcefield. The voice is annoyingly familiar, the owner’s name tantalisingly out of reach of Ben’s memories. “Excellent.”

Feet, human feet in sneakers much like his own, appears first from the shadows, illuminated by the light of the cells. Following that is a pair of long legs in clad in blue jeans and hands tucked into the pockets of a short red coat.

Gwen hisses, identifying the person on the other side just before the face comes into view. “Albedo.”

A face, as familiar as his own in the mirror smirks at them. But Ben doesn’t have the white hair or the angry red eyes that their captor has. “So glad you recognise me, Gwendolyn. That does save me some difficulty catching you up with the situation.”

’The situation’, Ben mentally spits as he falls into a battle ready stance, one arm up to slap the Omnitrix, or block a strike. He doesn’t have the same fighting skills Gwen and Kevin do, or access to the Omnitrix at the moment, but he still has a few fighting moves up his sleeve. “What do you want?” Ben growls, aware of Gwen on his right falling into a defensive stance as well. Her hands didn’t glow the usual purple, making him wonder if there was something in the cells that kept her from channelling mana.

”What I want…” Albedo drawls, the smug superior tones making Ben grit his teeth. “Is for me to have my proper body back, not this insufferable human flesh bag which I am stuck in, thanks you and that fool Azmuth. However, failing that, I will take the second best option.”

”Which is?” Gwen asks, sounding like she’s ready to rip someone’s head off with her bare hands

Albedo doesn’t even glance in her direction, looking at Ben with an expression that makes his skin crawl in sudden unexplainable revulsion. “For you to loathe this insipid form as much as I do.” Albedo all but practically purrs.

The skin on the back of Ben’s neck prickle as a shudder starts from Ben’s shoulders and continues downwards, making every hair on his body stand on end. His mind flails around, trying to piece the words together into a comprehensive whole and skittering away from the implications in horror at the same time.

… No… He almost pukes at the thought of Albedo touching him like -that-. He wouldn’t…

Albedo smirks, eyes narrowing dangerously as he looks Ben over from the tips of his shoes to the top of his brown hair and back down again, his gaze a nearly palatable vile slimy touch. Ben holds his ground, but it’s a close thing with every self-preservation instinct in him screaming for him to run. Hide. Something. Anything. Just get away.

”Him? Ha!” An amused drawl from his left draws his attention from Albedo and he glances over to see Kevin rolling off the bed and strolling to the front of the small cell. Only it’s not quite a stroll, it’s more of a… a… slink, all dark eyes, broad shoulders and long muscular legs. The past year has been especially kind to Kevin, unlike Ben who seemed to be perpetually stuck in the ‘thin awkward’ stage, but he’s never seen those same hard muscles on display like this before and he’s uncomfortably aware of just how tight Kevin wears his black shirt and threadbare jeans.

Kevin stops in front of front forcefield, levelling a challenging smirk in Albedo’s direction, something about his posture radiating sensuality. “He wouldn’t know what to do.”

Gwen barks something, an admonishment to shut up or something, but Ben isn’t paying attention, wondering who this is and what the hell happened to Kevin. He’s gotten to know his friend in the years since he re-put on the Omnitrix. Kevin is loud, brash, thoughtful, angry, kind, honest, a liar and a host of other things in one big contradictory jumble, but not once before has Ben ever associated ‘sex’ with ‘Kevin’ before.

He doesn’t think he’ll be able to forget it any time soon either. His mouth is dry again, and this time it isn’t from any drugs.

Albedo seems to be thinking along the same lines, looking back at Kevin in direct challenge, a different kind of light in his eyes from how he was looking at Ben. “And you do?”

”It’s been a while.” Kevin not quite preens, his eyes half lidded in a thoughtful teasing manner. He motions with a toss of his head towards Ben and Gwen, who is thankfully silent in her cell. “Hard to get laid around these two dweebs.”

Gwen angrily shouts something that sounds uncomfortably like an insult and Ben is peripherally aware that while Kevin and Gwen have been flirting for years, it’s never gotten past that stage, which should make this an extremely awkward situation. Except he’s distracted as Albedo moves towards Kevin, checking out Kevin in much the same way Albedo had just looked over Ben.

Kevin’s doing this on purpose. He’s shifting Albedo’s attention off of Ben and towards himself. And suddenly, Ben knows what Kevin is planning. He’s seen Kevin jump in front of blasts meant for either Ben or Gwen before, but this is so much worse.

Albedo hits something on a wristcuff on his left wrist, it’s not the Omnitrix, but it is some sort of controller and the forcefield separating Albedo from Kevin flickers and disappears. Kevin smirks, stepping out of the cell with sinuous grace as he says something to Albedo that Ben misses.

”DON’T DO IT!” Ben shouts, throwing himself at the front forcefield, wanting nothing more than to inflict bodily harm on his ‘twin’. “KEVINNnngh~”

The forcefield is so much worse than he’d thought. He doesn’t ricochet off of it, the pink energy holding him fast in its excruciating hold, sending fire through his nerves, each of his muscles clenching in pain. He’s eventually thrown backwards, hitting the floor and lays there, trying to remember how to breathe, much less think.

The world is a fuzzy haze for an indeterminate amount of time, but when he can finally get his twitching limbs to cooperate enough to sit up, he’s greeted by the sight of Albedo sitting on the edge of a raised platform, a bed perhaps, Kevin kneeling before him, his head bobbing back and forth in between Albedo’s legs. Albedo has his head tilted back, hands tangled in Kevin’s longish black hair, pulling Kevin’s head in tighter, closer. “No!” Ben shouts, rage bringing him to his feet and almost into the forcefield again. It makes a zapping sound, energy flickering out to fry him again and he stops just before he can touch it, hands clenched into fists, shaking with the effort not to move closer. He’s only faintly embarrassed that his voice cracks as he screams. “LET HIM GO!”

Albedo laughs, a mocking almost breathless sound as he languidly rolls his head to look at Ben with half-lidded eyes. His hands tightened their grip on Kevin’s head as his hips thrust upwards and Ben can hear Kevin make a choking noise before Albedo draws back and lets him breathe again. “Such a look on your face, Benjamin.” Albedo says, his voice mocking as he continues push-pulling Kevin’s head. The movement makes an obscene wet sliding noise, while Kevin grunts in his attempts to breathe around Albedo’s cock in his mouth.

Ben has a brief mental image of himself where Albedo is, Kevin’s hands on Ben’s spread thighs as Ben runs his hands through Kevin’s long hair. His jeans are suddenly tighter than normal as tendrils of embarrassment and lust mix with rage to pool in his belly, an uncomfortable frothing mix. He wants to rip Albedo away from Kevin, smash his face in until it bleeds and the feeling is as unusual as the lust and he’s not entirely sure where it comes from but the ferocity of it distantly scares him.

Albedo grins at him, all narrowed eyes and sharp teeth and Ben hates, really truly hates him. “That’s right.” Albedo says thoughtfully as if he just remembered something, but the contemptuous undercurrent ruins the image. “The ‘Great Ben 10’, unable to do anything without the help of his ‘friends’. Not so great now, are you?” His tone turns sing-song as Ben flinches, fingernails biting into the palms of his hands. “Trapped in a cell, helpless to act while I do this to one of his dear sweet little friends.”

He thrusts particularly hard into Kevin’s mouth and Ben can hear Kevin gag, wheezing for breath at the unexpected movement. Albedo holds him there, pinning Kevin’s head between his shaking legs as Albedo’s face twists in a parody of pain or pleasure while he comes in Kevin’s mouth. Kevin chokes and coughs, trapped and unable to move.

Ben growls, an inhuman sound coming from deep in his chest that is more suited coming from one of his larger alien forms. Despair is added to rolling mix of emotions ripping through him. Albedo’s partly right, not about being unable to do anything without his friends, but Kevin wouldn’t be in this situation if it wasn’t for Ben, wasn’t for the Omnitrix.

This is his fault. Kevin shouldn’t be the one playing the price. That should be Ben there, struggling to catch his breath as Albedo languidly relaxes his grip and slouches on the bed. Not Kevin.

… And yet, part of him is grateful that it’s Kevin there and not him, and Ben despises himself for it.

Albedo pats Kevin’s head like one would do a dog before finally releasing him. “You are good at that.” The tone is anything but a compliment and Kevin coughs in return, a slight wheeze as he gets some air into his lungs and Ben hates just a little bit more at the sound.

”Turn around.” Albedo instructs as Kevin starts to breathe normally again. Ben can see Kevin move his jaw around and winces. Kevin’s lips and mouth, not just his jaw, has got to be sore.

”Ya got anythin’?” Kevin asks, wiping the side of his mouth on his upper sleeve. Albedo gives him a slightly blank look and Kevin extrapolates. “Ever try jerkin’ off without anythin’ slick? Same thing.”

Albedo grimaces and from that Ben figures that yes, Albedo had tried masturbating dry. It wasn’t a comfortable sensation. “Stay here.” Albedo orders, standing up and striding away in the darkness. There’s the sound of a door whooshing opening and then silence.

Before it can get awkward, Kevin rises to his feet with a small groan, shaking out his legs. There’s something different about how he’s standing, lacking the usual cocky confidence.

“Kevin?” Ben says hesitantly, his voice cracking the slightest bit.

”Don’t.” Kevin’s tone is flat, devoid of any strong emotion Ben can read. He spits and rubs his mouth against his upper arm again, as if to get rid of the taste.

”But-“

”Don’t.” Kevin turns his head so Ben can see him in profile. Ben’s slightly distracted by the sight of Kevin’s lips, made pink from the abuse, but it’s the flat anger in Kevin’s eyes that makes Ben pause.

”Watch or don’t watch, I don’t care.” Kevin says, turning his head away again. “Just don’t say anythin’.”

Ben bites his lip as he lets his head drop, looking at the floor. He’s helpless to do -anything- at the moment, anything useful to get them out of there right now, to help Kevin out, to stop what he knows is looming quickly on the horizon as soon as Albedo gets back. If they could get ahold of Albedo’s controller, it’d be another story. But until they can get the energy cuffs on Kevin off, his hands and abilities are useless, and Ben’s stuck as he is.

He glances over at Gwen’s cell, realising for the first time that the forcefield walls are now a solid opaque pink. The silence from that side should have warned earlier, but he’s been too caught up in Kevin and Albedo to notice.

”She’s fine.” Kevin says almost defensively. “Can’t see or hear us.”

So she doesn’t know what’s going on. It’s almost a guilty feeling, the rush relief that she can’t witness this. Probably what Kevin was talking about before Ben leaped against the energy barrier and knocked himself for a loop.

”Okay.” Ben says quietly and it feels like an admission of failure, of surrender. He can’t do anything to help Kevin at this moment except to abide by his request. Kevin nods in return, his face turned partly to the side again to watch Ben out of the corner of his eye. Then the door opens and their brief moment of respite is over.

”Hands and knees.” Albedo practically sings with a smug look as he walks in carrying a tube of… something, earning Ben’s unending hatred. Kevin’s face is a rough mask as he climbs steps onto the bed and sinks to his knees with a great deal of grace for someone with limited mobility of their arms and hands. “Ah! Turn around.” Albedo holds an admonishing finger up, making a circling motion with it. “Face the other way.”

Kevin had climbed onto the bed facing -away- from Ben. Moving stiffly, Kevin complies, his head bent at such an angle that his long black hair covers his expression, braced on the bed on his hands and knees, the energy cuffs buzzing against the firm fabric of the mattress. Albedo looks smug as he kneels on the bed, walking on his knees until he’s behind Kevin, looking down the bound man’s spine. “Excellent.” Albedo whispers, placing his hands on Kevin’s back and sliding his hands until he’s groping Kevin’s butt with the look of someone who has just found a new toy. ”Pants off.”

”Y’wanna undo my hands?” Kevin growls and Ben can see him flex his hands in the bubble of blue energy, unable to touch anything. He can’t undo his belt or unfasten his pants.

Albedo does it instead, his motions rough and almost brutal in his eagerness. Ben can see the fabric being jerked down Kevin’s thighs, tangling at his bent knees but from his view all he can see is the pale skin at the small of Kevin’s back and the top curve of his rear. He’s seen more of Kevin’s ass before while they changed clothes before, but with this growing new awareness of his friend, it seems like more, the sliver of skin strangely intimate.

And then Albedo’s grasping Kevin there, bare skin on bare skin, changing what should have been intimate into something lewd, obscene. Ben bites his tongue on a shout, his throat freezing up with the effort to keep his promise. He won’t make a sound.

The tube Albedo fetched is opened, the sound of something liquid sliding on skin fills the air before Albedo drops the tube, one hand pressing into the skin on Kevin’s hip. Kevin’s head jerks towards the silver haired alien. “What are you doing? Y’gotta put some inside of m-ngggh.” Kevin’s expression contorts, his head dropping back down, body shaking as Albedo presses against him, into him, his own face twisted in expression that isn’t quite pain. Ben can see Kevin’s shoulders shaking as loud gasps for air, hair hiding his face again.

Ben screams silently inside his mind.

He doesn’t know much about sex, his own fumbling encounters with Julie haven’t gotten very far because they can’t seem to go anywhere without something interrupting their time together. Usually aliens, but occasionally normal human incidents as well, such as car accidents, robberies or runaway dogs. He knows the base mechanics of it though. Girl parts and guy parts, guy parts go inside of girl parts.

Guy sex… He knows a handful of shower room gossip and rumours. But he does know that it supposedly hurt like hell, especially -dry-. There’s a reason why ‘fuck them up the ass’ is an insult. Although, he supposes, that if done ‘right’ that it was somehow enjoyable, otherwise gay guys wouldn’t do it. But this isn’t right. It isn’t right on a lot of levels.

”-Fucker.” Kevin growls, his voice rough as Albedo stops his forward motion, cock buried to the hilt in Kevin’s ass.

Albedo’s eyes are closed, head tilted back to bare his neck, expression ecstatic. “It’s so tight.” Albedo groans, hands gripping Kevin’s hips in a grip that Ben knows is going to bruise. ‘It’, not ‘Kevin’. “I -ugh- could come from just this.”

Kevin makes a muttered comment that sounds something like ‘so do it and get out’. A black part of Ben’s brain wants to return the marks on Kevin in earnest, hit Albedo, mark him so hard he’ll never think about touching Kevin or anyone else that is Ben’s again. If he could reach through the bars and tear his ‘twin’ apart, he would.

He bites the inside of his lip instead as Albedo pulls back, sliding out of Kevin with a squelching sound and slamming back in, the slap of flesh against flesh echoing in the room. Kevin grunts, slipping forward, unable to get any traction with the energy cuffs around his hands. Albedo pulls back and thrusts forward again, and again, repeating the motion with almost frantic energy. Each smack of flesh on flesh is like a knife into Ben, driving in how helpless he currently is.

Kevin finally slides forward, resting his weight on his elbows, bracing himself against Albedo’s thrusts. Albedo gasps and moans at the change in position, speeding up the tempo.

”If you ain’t got the decency ta gimme a reach around-” Kevin grumbles and Ben can see the tenseness of his jaw, the words through gritted teeth. “-Then at least lemme take care of myself.”

Albedo makes a careless noise, one hand coming off of Kevin’s hip to press a button on the controller on his left wrist, the energy cuffs around Kevin’s hands flickering and fading out. Kevin shifts, bracing himself on one arm, the other disappearing under him, between his legs. More noises join the sound of skin on skin as the timbre of Kevin’s voice changes, higher, less painful.

”Such noises.” Albedo smirks unpleasantly. Kevin grunts in return, muscles tensing as the motion of the arm under his body picks up. Ben nearly jumps when Kevin suddenly makes a breathy whimpering sound, body shaking and shivering before almost collapsing forward on his arm, head almost touching the mattress.

”Ughh… That’s very good.” Albedo lauds him, as his red eyes slowly open, having stilled his movements while Kevin came. Some of his frantic edge is gone, replaced by calculation. He makes a small experimental push of his hips, rocking Kevin’s body again. But Albedo’s attention isn’t on Kevin anymore, his gaze is on Ben, gauging his reaction.

Albedo stares at Ben while he fucks Kevin like he’s picturing Ben in Kevin’s place. Like Kevin is nothing more than the warm-up before the main performance. Rage that anyone could think so little of Kevin mixes with revulsion and guilt in a sickening lurch. The coppery metallic taste of blood floods his mouth and realises that he’s bitten through the flesh of the inside of his lip.

It doesn’t hurt, not compared other injuries he’s had in the past, but he’s glad for the pain. Physical pain at least, he can deal with.

”How about it?” Albedo questions, his voice a husky rasp. He reaches down, grabbing a handful of Kevin’s hair and pulling his head up so Ben can finally see Kevin’s face. “You, in my place, inside your delicious friend here. How would you like that, Benjamin?”

Ben doesn’t pay much attention to the words, staring at Kevin. But it’s not the Kevin he’s known lately, the one who obsesses with his car, flirts with Gwen and teases Ben about his choice in smoothie flavours. It’s not his friend, Kevin Levin. The mad psychotic spark is back, the look of someone who stole, who lied and hurt people without a second thought. The one who hurt people without a care because no one ever cared about him.

He’s looking at Kevin 11.

Kevin stares past him, as if he’s not seeing Ben at all, Ben’s just part of the scenery. It’s Ben’s fault, because he couldn’t help, couldn’t save Kevin from this. He wonders what the price is going to be this time, if he’s going to lose Kevin for good because of this.

His throat closes on his protest, keeping his silence. Albedo laughs, hips still thrusting in and out, revelling in his power to hurt both of them with this. He leans over Kevin’s broad back to mock-whisper in Kevin’s ear. “Or perhaps the other way around? Our dear sweet Benjamin, spread out for you to take him while I watch?”

Kevin’s expression suddenly shifts, some of the insane look fading away, replaced by awareness and rage. His arm casually slides down, touching the frame of the bed and turns silver-grey in the light. Albedo doesn’t notice, straightening up to watch Ben’s horrified face with a pleased look, like he could orgasm just from the picture he’s painting . “I brought aphrodisiacs with me, I could make him want you, plead and beg until you slide into his tight bo-“

”No!” Kevin swings his transformed hand back, connecting with Albedo’s head with a sickening crack. Albedo slumps down across Kevin’s back for a moment, before sliding to the side. Kevin flinches as Albedo finishes his fall, lying on the bed with his pants around his thighs, erection sticking almost comedically up in the air.

Ben swallows, wanting to say something, call out to his Kevin, but refrains as Kevin collapses slightly, head down so Ben can’t see his eyes. The only sound in the room is Kevin’s harsh breathing, which is both too loud and strangely quiet after the noises that had been echoing. Ben waits, uncertain if he’s going to have a fight on his hands and knowing that he’s at a severe disadvantage. And not just because he can’t use the Omnitrix right now. He doesn’t want to fight Kevin. Not now, not after what he’s just witnessed.

Finally Kevin snorts, shaking his head before shifting backwards so he’s crouched instead of kneeling on the bed. “Guy’s gonna wake up with the universes’ worst case of blue balls.” He finally drawls, quickly glancing at Ben, then away.

It’s Kevin again. His friend Kevin, who looks somewhat rueful about the situation. “Kev-“ The word is out of Ben’s mouth before can stop it completely, but he bites the last part off, uncertain if he’s free to talk now.

”We’re good, Benjy.” Kevin waves it off. He grabs a corner of the sheet that was laying on the bed and uses it to clean himself off, grimacing slightly as he does so. Ben can see the red marks on his hips before Kevin slides his pants and underwear back up, hiding the injuries from view. Kevin doesn’t bother tucking in his shirts, pulling the de-activated energy cuffs his wrists, then reaches over and pulls the controller off of Albedo’s wrist and replaces it with the cuffs. He binds Albedo’s other hand and activates it with a push of the controller. Albedo’s hands are now caught in the blue glow of the cuffs, rendering him as helpless as Kevin had been before.

Kevin pauses a minute, then shoves part of the sheet he’d just been using to clean himself off with in Albedo’s mouth, gagging him. “There we go.” He comments before standing up. Ben notices that despite any claims that Kevin might make about being ‘okay’, his movements are still stiffer and slower than normal. He definitely hurts and Ben doubts that sitting is going to be comfortable for a while.

Kevin stretches, various joints cracking as he does so, formerly tense muscles relaxing as he does so. “Better.” He sighs, rolling one shoulder as he walks over to the cells, the controller in hand. He studies it for a minute, then hits a button, the forcefield in front of Ben flickering away. Kevin hits another button, the energy cuff around the Omnitrix fading away.

Ben reaches up and pulls the cuff away, casually tossing it to the back of the cell. Ben’s hands are coated in streaks of bright red, he’s distantly surprised to notice. He inspects them, discovering that he shoved his fingernails into the palms of his hands hard enough to draw blood.

”Y’alright?” Kevin asks, his expression concerned. Looking at Kevin, you’d think this was the aftermath of any other alien fight. It’s on the tip of his tongue to give an affirmative, a reassurance, he’s certainly not as hurt as Kevin is, but the words can’t make it past his throat.

”Why?” He asks instead, his voice crackling and hoarse from his effort not to use it. Why would Kevin put himself in such a position? Why did he take Ben’s place? Why did he do it?

Kevin’s posture crumples, just a little bit and he looks much older than he really is. He runs a hand through his hair, looking down at the ground for a minute and sighs. ”Look, there’s Fuckin’, there’s Sex and then there’s Makin’ Love.” Kevin drawls, sounding tired. “This was Fuckin’. Ain’t got nothin’ ta to with the other person, it’s all about getting’ off. Sex is fun, better if y’know the other person and care somewhat fer ‘em. The last one I don’t gotta explain.”

Ben blushes. Yeah. He’s got the picture. He thinks of Julie, with her soft skin and curves, the gentle air when she looks at him.

“Yer not ready yet. Yer not ready here-“ He reaches out, tapping the air above Ben’s chest with two fingers, not quite touching. “-And you’re not ready here.” Kevin’s fingers just barely touch the hair over Ben’s forehead. “You and Gwen, y’don’t deserve nothin’ less than the last one. Especially fer yer first time.”

Now Ben’s face is really red as he shrinks slightly into his jacket in mortification. This is definitely not the sort of ‘Big Brother’ talk he ever wanted from Kevin.

Kevin laughs, it’s a rough sound, but not a bad one. “I’ve been around the block a few times. This ain’t gonna hurt me, no more than I’m gonna let it. It s’not a big deal.”

While it may not have been a big deal to Kevin, it would have been, and is, a big deal to Ben. He wonders about all the things Kevin’s never told them about, his time in the Null Void, the years he spent as a broker, finding and selling things to the various aliens across the galaxy. He wonders how much Kevin has been protecting them with his silences and how much he wants to know.

He has the feeling that Kevin may be right, he’s not ready. He’s not ready for a lot of things, including some of Kevin’s secrets and his past. It’s a lot easier to think of Kevin as he is now, then as he was before.

Something Ben needs to work on.

”And yer not weak, if that’s what you’re thinkin’.” Kevin adds, meeting Ben’s eye with a serious gaze, as if willing Ben to believe him. Ben doesn’t think Kevin actually knows what he’s thinking, but that’s okay. “You’re better at some things and I’m better at others. Y’gotta let me do what I need to do when I can do some thin’ better and not worry about it, okay?”

Ben nods. “Okay.” The word comes out rough, his throat is raw and it hurts to talk. It’s not okay, but he, they, won’t let it stay that way for long. They’re friends, they’re a team, and no one, especially not Albedo, is going to break that up. He won’t let it. They won’t let it.

He reaches out to clasp Kevin’s arm and Kevin shies away, stepping backwards and Ben feels the building tentative hope crumble slightly.

”Lemme take a shower before we get all touchy-feely.” Kevin says, giving him a nervous chuckle, holding his shirt away from his chest like he reeks after an intense work-out. The amusement doesn’t quite reach Kevin’s eyes. “He may look human-“ like Ben “-but he stinks like a Galvan.”

Ben swallows and nods. “Right.” He could use a shower as well, but Kevin’s got priority on the first one they find.

Kevin gives him a small smile, holding up the controller. “Good. Let’s get Gwen and get outta here. Yer parents are probably worried.”

”Yeah.” Ben smiles in return. It feels a little forced, but Kevin doesn’t seem to notice. ‘Your parents’, not ‘our’. There’s really a lot he doesn’t know about Kevin, including his family. Ben steps out of the cell, Kevin backing up to give him room so there’s no chance of accidentally brushing against each other. Like Albedo’s touch is contagious, a small part of his brain mocks. As if touching Kevin could contaminate Ben somehow. He doesn’t look at his twin lying on the bed, because if he does, he’s going to do something he’ll regret later.

Or not regret later. He’s not sure which would be worse. So he doesn’t take the chance. Lead him not into temptation, he can find it himself.

Kevin hits another button on the controller and the walls of Gwen’s cell flicker and disappear. She looks at them for a moment, her green eyes wide with shock before she leaps forward. Ben intercepts her, sliding between her and Kevin, wrapping his cousin up in a hug, making nonsense calming noises as she babbles how worried she was into his shoulder

He glances over at Kevin, who gives him a thumbs up and silently mouths the word ‘Thanks’. Ben nods back. Gwen doesn’t know what happened, doesn’t know the details and Ben’ll do what he can to keep it that way. Gwen’s smart, she may put some of the pieces together, but it’ll be an abstract concept, not something that touches her.

Ben watches as Kevin sticks his hands in his pockets, wandering away, presumably to explore the ship and find a way home, leaving them alone together. He notices the way Kevin moves as he does so, movements a bit hesitant but still powerful, and the tightness of his jeans. His new awareness of Kevin hasn’t worn off and he doubts it will.

Next time, he swears, he’s going to be the one strong enough to protect Kevin and Gwen. Without the need for silences.

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