His Face Dreaming

Disclaimer : I don\'t own Beyblade, but I own the small poem thingy. Why? Because I am good at poetry, or so I am told.

Kenny\'s PoV until lemon.

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His Face Dreaming

by Igatona

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\"Kenny...please, don\'t.\" Dizzi told me.

\"Why not? It\'s not like I haven\'t done this before, right? I\'m used to doing this, Dizzi. I\'ve been doing it for two years already, and you know that as well as I do.\" I answered back at her.

\"But...what you are doing is evil incarnate! You\'re using people as if they were objects!\" she pleaded to me.

I knew it. That\'s why I did it. I had no choice. My tortured psyche just couldn\'t take the lack of attention I kept getting, and I had to unleash all of this anger I held back, no? I didn\'t want to shut Dizzi up, but she was getting on my nerves, so I put Beethoven\'s ninth on. An ironic music piece for one like me. I spread misery and pain each night, and yet here I was, listening to a composition called \"Ode to Joy\". It didn\'t matter to me as far as I was concerned. This was beautiful music, beautiful. Everyone was nicely tucked away, all of them in each other\'s arms, once again leaving me alone. I had no choice but to carry on.

I combed my hair, the one that was hiding my bloodshot eyes. That\'s why I always leave my hair down. That way, no one can see that I have bloodshot eyes, and so they don\'t think I\'m taking any drugs. Now that this is said, it\'s time to transform! I get rid of these lanky glasses, and put on some contacts, I changed out of my usual clothes to put a white and blue jumpsuit. I picked up a disguise kit, and I took the face whitener to complete the mosaic. Now, my face is completely hidden from the world, and I took a black liner to make my left eye look like it\'s crying, but as far as my right eye goes, I make two quick swishes and end it all in a cross. I outlined my eyes a little bit with the same marker, and voila, please welcome the new Kenny! A criminal is born, and a criminal will die at dawn. A neverending cycle of violence awaits me! However, in order to play the final symphony... the one that will mark my presence as an appreciator of the refined pleasures of life, the one that will make higher circles fear and tremble! The one that will make the masses cry out for an angel! Ha ha ha ha ha! Anyway, I pulled out my darkened cloak from my suitcase, and my trusty and faithful walking stick, the instrument of my desecration. A happy smile came upon my lips, and I was out the door in an instant.

In the course of my travels across town, I encountered one fine gentleman. He was well-mannered and well-dressed. Accompanied by a nice lady, who was obviously going out with him. As much as they were a nice couple, I figured I would have my fun with them. They headed towards a certain upper-class party, but I did not enter. I wanted the both of them to be alone, it ruins the mood when there\'s too much onlookers. I waited for a few, having a gay ol\' time by twirling my cane and impressing the night people. Finally, the high class couple got out of the soirée, about time too, and head back to their home, probably to consumate in the revelry of a good old in-out. I followed them in the shadows, and saw their bodies vanish behind a door. I waited a few minutes, wanting them to be a little bit less dressed as I made my eruption. Out goes the dress...off go the shirt...yes! Now was the perfect time to do this.

I approached the door and knocked on it with the cane, a sweet, soft, innocent knock was required for this.

\"Who is this?\" answered the woman.

\"I need help! There\'s been an accident, and someone\'s been hurt! I need to call the police!\" I said, hoping she would open.

\"Oh, really? Then please do come in!\"

To begin the celebration, I enter with my back turned as she opens the door. With a swift strike, I club the side of her head with my stick, and she falls down in a loud thud, pretty unceremonious if you ask me. I think the human race should be revised for a more melodious existance, but that\'s just here and there. Now is not the time to admire my deeds, as there is more to do. The man of the house thinks his woman is taking her sweet bit of time, or so I hear. Hmm, the voice is coming from upstairs. I take the woman\'s panties, wanting to make my second entrance of the night. I walk up the stairs slowly, but surely, to make the man expect the woman\'s appearance. I come up as he is shocked to see me, and make a small curtesy. I notice some duct tape laying around, and the man trying to force me out of the house. A swift poke with my trusty cane and he\'s kneeling in pain. He\'s almost making me regret choosing him, as his weakness is just too easily exploited. I slap him with the cane while humming a crazy song, you know, the kind of song that just comes and goes in your mind. After my fifth time slapping him, I was starting to get bored, so I grabbed the woman\'s panties, and stuffed them in his big ol\' mouth. Hopping around, I took the tape and efficiently gagged him with his own woman\'s underwear. He better not complain, at least he has a woman. He lays down as I look at his ass, a part of the anatomy I keep noticing on us males, and give it a good thwack with the cane. I\'m almost deriving some pleasure from this, while I should only be looking at this from an artistic point of view. Giggling, I look at the man\'s face with a sad look in my eye, effectively succeeding in making him think I am a sick bastard child. Which I am, really. I jump feet-first on his back, and proceed to recite a part of a poem I read somewhere, I have no idea where, though, ending each verse with a cane shot to the ribs.

\"Space, deep unknown gemini
The heart of the art I defy
Ode to the streams of chaos
Mephistopheles\' lovely loss\"

After finishing this, I simply ripped up his clothing and went, since I didn\'t have time to have fun, and besides, he\'s just not my type. I prefer people who are more in my age range. I went out of that home, unpunished, and thus unrecognized. I always wanted someone to find me, and stop me from doing this, just because then, I\'d be noticed. I don\'t think anyone would ever want to be with me if this is known. Ironic that my acts are just made for companionship, but these very acts would push people away from me...irony at its best.

No, not really ironic, completely logical. They\'ll notice me whether I have to force them to or not. I\'d rather have to force them now, though.

I walked away, cane in hand, as some of the older adults wonder what a child is doing in this costume, wandering around like he was on top of the world. I smiled at them like a good citizen should, and I headed under a bridge as I heard some singing. A raunchy, enhanced singing, unhibited. However, the gluttural sounds coming from a wandering lunatic enflames my senses. I raised my head to get a better view of the one who\'s bastardizing \"Mary Had A Little Lamb\", why would someone sing that song, I will never know, but I do know I have to applaud the \"man\" who made such a wonderful performance using phallic objects instead of the lamb. What a miracoulous composition! I started to clap as the man stopped to look at me warily, it would seem he wants something from me, but I certainly don\'t know what he could want from my presence.

\"My good sir!\" he says, \"I\'ve been down on my luck ever since my wife beat me out of the house with a frying pan! Could ye spare me a dollar or two so that I may get myself some coffee?\" I heard him plead.

\"Will some coffee do you good? The blackest of black comfort?\" I answer, a prosaic conversation this bacome. I love prosaic conversations.

\"Why, yes it will. It is freezing my nose off in this weather, and yet I am lost, far from my home and family in Wisconsin, even though they don\'t love me anymore!\"

Aww...he broke the beat of the conversation, and here I was, hoping he would continue. Such an act deserves to be punished, right, my friends? Well, then I pulled out a dollar, but clumsily dropped it on the ground. The guy got to his knees to pick it up after I told him : \"It\'s for you!\", and when he\'s on his knees, looking at the dollar, face near the ground, I stomped his head inside that very same ground! He\'s completely confused as to why I\'m doing this, but I continue my assault. My holy stomping does not stop as the person I\'m attacking begged for mercy. I would have bellowed out : \"Mercy is for the weak!\" but someone already bellowed it out before I could have, so now I had to come up with a different sentence. While I tried to come up with something, the person, in pain, turned around, belly face-up, like an egg of that same name. I poked him violently in the ribs with my cane, and approached my head to his, almost brushing his lips against mine. However, I knew better than to kiss a perfect stranger. Instead, my head is replaced by the cane\'s, and thne lne lands upon his facial traits, injuring them greatly with such as swift swing. A thick, red liquid came out of this one also, surprising me as the liquid sprayed upon my clothing. Red clashes with blue, and thus, blood clashes with water. I\'ll have to wash this sometime later, but now, this one\'s almost finished, only one thing would be left. Hmmm. What around here could have helped me create my living painting...I have the paint, but not the frame! Was there a frame shop around there? No...aww...but there WAS ndowndow shop!

I grabbed the person, who\'s now fallen unconscious...such a pity, I would have enjoyed his look of terror while I dragged him around. When in front of the window of the window store, I heaved the person on my shoulders, though he was pretty heavy, I\'ll tell you that, oh my brothers. I, with some herculean feat of strength on my part, managed to throw him inside the store, thereby completing my painting. Ain\'t it grand? But now, there was something approaching, and that was the marker of the second hour in the night, and by this, I must be back to my home with the four uncaring ones.

A trai sol solitude was what I left, because no one noticed I was out, except for my faithful sidekick Dizzi, who was wai waiting for me, worried sick. I know I shouldn\'t make her worried, but it\'s just something I found that I needed to do. Wandering the streets made me think, and ultra-violence made me live the life I was always denied by being with them. I hear Dizzi come back online, since she has heard my of my late return.

\"Kenny...\" she says, in a worried tone.

\"What, what is wrong Dizzi?\" I answer.

\"Did you...did you do these evil things?\" she said. I looked at the TV and my two paintings were there.

My silence said it all, I heard her sob, and I heard a gasp and a vase breaking. I turned around only to see one of the four uncaring ones, the one with the blonde hair, a rarity among Japanese people, at least, when it is not bleached, but that just showed his american cultural heritage. Yes, it was Max, standing in his \"I just woke up\" glory, in his boxers, almost in the nude. It was enough to make me flare up with forbidden passion, as Max way way out of my league. He wondered who it was, and approached to get a better look. Max didn\'t recognize me, so that went well. Sadly, this jumpsuit is not the best for concealing bodily functions you would rather conceal. Iort ort terms, I was getting rather turned-on to see him in his nubile body.

\"Is that you Max? Can you help me?\" asked Dizzi.

\"Uh...Dizzi? What\'s wrong?\" he said, in his quite muscular body, that I had never really taken notice of before.

\"There\'s something wrong with Kenny...\"

\"Where is he anyway?\"

\"Right beside me, the blue freak next to me...\" she answered. Max was definitely surprised.

\"You mean, that\'s Kenny? But why would he be like this?\"

\"You\'d better ask him, because I just can\'t answer...\" I could hear her whisper \"He needs to be saved...he is such an evil person...\", but what\'s evil go to do with art, I ask you, oh my brothers.

Max went down the small steps that separated our positions, and sat down next to me, I had discarded my cane earlier because I didn\'t need it once I was back in here. Max didn\'t care that he was almost nude, and asked me what I was doing in such an outfit.

\"Art. That\'s what I\'ve been doing.\" I answer him. For some reason, that didn\'t really ring his bell, and he then looks at Dizzi.

\"Kenny...stop lying and tell him the truth...\" she says.

\"What truth, I WAS making art. What else can I say when it is the truth?\" I answered back at her, and her sobs did not fall unto uncaring ears, oh my humble public. I knew what she was talking about, but, by society\'s terms, I was a monster, and I didn\'t want someone else to think that, at least, someone who mattered. Never before had someone excited me so much, and I seriously wondered why. Maybe it was that someone in that group finally noticed me. I don\'t know, but there WAS soing ing about Max that set him apart from the others, and I definitely did not know what.

\"Sigh...Max, are you sleepy, because this is a long story.\" I tell him, and he looks at me, as if he wanted to say \"for a friend, NEVER\", but only with his facial expression and his inviting bodyrr, rr, arms.

\"Well, it all started a few months ago. I was fixing up your beyblades, as usual, when it suddenly hit me. I was being used. While you guys formed a team, I wasn\'t part of that. I felt extremely alone, and not even Dizzi could manage to take me out of this rut I was in. The times where you could find me sleeping at noon were nights I spent crying all alone while you guys were sleeping. After that, I had a revelation. People expressed their feelings through art. However, my feelings were so intense that not any form of art could help me. I took on this costume that is presented before you right now, and found people who were loved by most, and started to beat them up with a trusty old cane I found at home. Each time you went to a tournament, I beat people up. Just tonight, two guys were my victims. One who was with his significant other, and which I beat them both, and the other was a lunatic off the street.\" I said.

* * * General Point of View * * *

\"Kenny...\" Max said. He did not like what Kenny had just confessed to him, and felt terr sad sad because deep down, he knew that it was their fault that he was turned into such a psychopath. The others may not know, but he could start Kenny\'s rehabilitation by himself.

\"Kenny...let\'s get that face paint off now and remove these clothes...they\'re all bloody and dirty...you\'re unclean...\" Max said to him. Kenny was taken aback by the kindness that the valiant blonde had for him.

\"Max...why are you so nice to me after all I did?\" Kenny asked Max.

\"Because it\'s all our fault you did these things...I want to fix that, you know...is there any way I can help you?\"

\"It\'s okay...you don\'t have to do anything. I\'m used to it now.\"

\"I insist...\"

Kenny stayed silent. Dizzi had shut down after Kenny told him the story, and thus could not answer anything. Max took Kenny in his arms like a husband carries his bride, and went to the bathroom to remove Kenny\'s dirtied face paint. Taking a new cloth, he made water run in the faucet and washed the black tear and its white companion away, holding the blue boy\'s body near him. Max also unzipped the blue bloodied jumpsuit, and Kenny let it fall, revealing his slim and frail body up to his boxers, which were still there and revealed a noticeable lump. Kenny looked up in Max\'s eyes, as Max returned the look. Both were paralyzed with eacher\her\'s gaze, and yet none of them wanted to move.

\"Kenny, are you sure there\'s nothing else I can do for you?\" asked Max.

\"No...but I\'m tired, you could raccompany me to my bed.\" answered Kenny.

\"Of course...\"

Max, his arm over Kenny\'s shoulders, raccompanied him inside his bedroom, where Kenny would have his first good night of sleep in a while. He put Kenny in bed, and asked once again if he could do anything for Kenny.

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Kenny shot himself back up and answered him with a lascivous kiss on the lips, pulling Max back inside his bed. Max did not fight the kiss like Kenny expected him to, and leaned more and more inside it. Max was on top of Kenny, continuing the kiss as Kenny made the move towards something more. Kenny inserted his tongue inside Max\'s smiling mouth and danced with the blonde\'s tongue. The two tongues danced the samba, the tango and other exotic dances for what lasted an eternity to the both ofm. Tm. They broke up the kiss as Kenny could only look up to Max\'s face and see a savior instead of the cute yet somewhat muscular blonde he had come to know over the year they had lived with each other. Kenny wrapped his arms around Max, and went for an even deeper kiss, this time, immediately going to attack Max\'s mouth with his tongue, being too impatient to wait for something better. After this unusually short kiss, Max rolled over to his right, looking at the same ceiling as his kissing partner did and wondered why Kenny had kissed him so. Not that he minded, because, in his frailty, the boy who stood at his right was impossibly beautiful, and that only made Max reluctant to do this to Kenny, because it seemed to him that he was only using him.

\"Kenny, are you sure you want to...you know...\"

\"That\'s what I\'ve brought you here for...\"

Kenny turned on the side to watch Max, and used his right hand to caress Max\'s slender chest, while giving his neck the same level of attention that his chest was getting. Kenny especially concentrated on the Ma nip nipples when caressing his chest, and Max\'s whimper was an encouraging sound. Kenny hushed him with a finger on the blonde\'s mouth, and continued his ministrations. He stopped caressing Max\'s chest to focus more onto brushing his lips against Max\'s neck, occasionally giving him a kiss on that body part. Max started to take a more active role in this caressing session, as he decided to slip his arm over Kenny, and rub his back gently, sending shivers down Kenny\'s spine as Max\'s touch made his nerves shiver with a cold, pleasuring touch. A final kiss landed upon Max\'s neck, and Kenny pulled back his head, seeking to tease the blonde a little bit, knowing full well that Max did not know what he was getting into, or rather, what would be going into him. Kenny went on top of Max, grinning, and he slid down, inadvertantly hinghing his own clothed member against Max\'s body, and ultimately, against Max\'s own throbbing lance, while letting his tongue wander aroon Mon Max\'s body, leaving a trail of saliva down his upper area, and finally arriving head-to-head to Max\'s manhood.

Kenny found himself licking the cloth, hoping this would get a small reaction out of the boy that was placed before him, and indeed it did, as a small ripple of a good feeling shook through Max, who enjoyed what Kenny doi doing to him, but wasn\'t he supposed to be the one taking care of Kenny? He would remedy to that soon enough, he thought. Kenny continued to enjoy his hidden treat as Max made a move to remove his boxers so Kenny could have free reign over a most precious part of his body. Kenny shook his head, and started to undo Max\'s underwear with his teeth, pulling from one side, then moving to the other side while carefully brushing off against Max\'s erection. He pulled and pulled and pulled until Max\'s piece of machinery stood naked in front of him. He quickly discarded the boxers and admired it for a while. He had seen plenty, but none seemed so attractive, so inviting. Even though his face was near the stick of human meat, he couldn\'t help but raise a hand to touch it all over, feeling it up. Max shivered once again, and simply said : \"Oh...Kenny...\" Kenny continued to brush his hand against Max. Kenny grasped Max\'s spear, and moved his hand up and down once, to unconsciously show what he was going to do, and Max gave no sign of him wanting to stop, when he in fact, encouraged him, grasping Kenny\'s hand with his own, and asking that Kenny tries to maintain a rhythm with his hand. Max was loving the feelings a simple up-and-down movement were giving him, and let go of Kenny\'s hand to concentrate himself onto the raw pleasure that Kenny currently gave him, and those that Kenny was about to do.

Kenny looked at Max\'s erection again, and approached his head, continuing to pump it with his hand all the while. He looked at it for a few seconds, and then it was time for action. Kenny started to lick the head a little then moving on to the lower part of the blonde\'s hardness, making the blonde whisper Kenny\'s name with a passionate voice, one that Kenny never knew his partner had.

\"Wow Kenny...that feels so good, but you don\'t have to do this if you don\'t want to...\" said Max.

Kenny answered by slowly taking Max\'s erection in his mouth, sliding his mouth all over the inches he covered, while each time adding another small inch to the number of them Kenny took in his mouth. Max couldn\'t take it, and had to exteriorate this...pleasure he was getting from Kenny sucking him off. Holding it all in only made him feel imprisioned. He wanted to shout it to the world that he felt as alive as a pack of birds flying away in the eternal golden disk. However, he knew that if he did that, he would wake up the others, so he decided to only moan instead.

Finally, Kenny had taken him all in his mouth, and did not show any signs of moving. Max sighed of happiness, and Kenny was occupied using his hand to do other things. He fondled Max\'s sack, and then moved a finger down to the american\'s passage. Max didn\'t know what Kenny had in mind with this, as he was pretty clueless about sex stuff. He knew that guys were supposed to like girls, but that some guys, like him, liked other guys, but that\'s about it. Kenny was obviously the more experienced one of the two, and Max did not want to know why, though he had his suspicions that Kenny had actually raped someone. He didn\'t want to think that the boy he came to know as the sweetest cute boy he knew was capable of such a despicable act. Something stirred him away from his thoughts as he felt something enter him, it was Kenny\'s fr. Tr. There was a little sting, and it was a bit painful, him not used to such an entry. However, Kenny made sure to be extra careful, as he didn’t want Max to be hurt. He wanted to redeem himself the only way he knew how, and hurting Max was not the way to do it. After his finger whovehoved all the way through Max’s passage, Kenny removed it until only a small part of it was inside. He put it back in again, and did that at the same rhythm of his mouth’s vacuuming. Max smiled at Kenny, who was making him feel loved and desired. Kenny didn’t really see Max’s smile, due to him being occupied with lengthier matters.

“Max... are you ready to feel something you’ve never felt before...?” asked Kenny, stopping his sucking on Max’s erection to sweet-talk his lover.

“If it’s anything like what you’ve...been doing to me, then yes, oh god yes!” answered Max, which was exactly what Kenny wanted to hear.

“Max...did you know that no one’s ever, ever made me feel this way? I’ve never wanted to do this to anyone, I’ve never wanted anyone more than you...Max...”

“Kenny...”

“I love you, Max...I love you more than anything else in the world. I’ve waited so long for someone that would love me. Please say that you love me back!”

“Ken.I’m.I’m with you now and I’ll never leave you again. I love you too...just promise me you’ll stop beating people!”

“I promise...with you there, I have no reason to, and I don’t want to do it anymore...”

“Thank you...oh, Kenny! Oh my god! What are you doing? That feels so good...so great...so...wonderful!”

Kenny had started rubbing Max’s length fast with his hand, while taking his tongue to the top and taking into control the american’s pleasure. The more he did this, the shorter the blonde’s respiration went. With a barrage of “Ohhh...ahhh...oh my god...this feels so...”, Max drowned Kenny’s head with thoughts of pleasure, only sweet, mind-boggling excitement and enjoyment. Kenny, however, had been doing this for so long, he lost track of time.

“Kenny...something wants to come out of my dick!” Max warned Kenny. Kenny nodded and then answered.

“Just let it go...”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m positive.”

Max did let his happiness roam the heavens and laugh carefree through the clouds, an echo of fulfillment went in the air. Kenny, a more realistic person, had started to lap up the white juice coming out of Max’s hardened length. Max continued to be sated, and with a beat smile on his face and his eyes closed, he thought of magical, happy things...rainbows...a golden sun...also Kenny.

“Oh wow...Kenny, that was...I’m speechless! You’re so good!” said Max, regaining his cheerful persona again.

“I know. Let’s just say I’ve been doing at things I shouldn’t have, okay? Do you want to make me feel as good as I did you?”

“Yes! Just tell me what to do, and I’ll do it, Chief!”

“You’re not going to do anything, I’m the one who’ll be doing the work.”

“I can do that. But are you sure...?”

“I’m sure of it. Just let me get you, and myself, ready.”

Kenny looked around his room for something that would help ease the pain. However, in all of houshouse, he found nothing of the sort. He didn’t know what to do, because he wanted to do Max so badly, he could almost hear his boxers rip under the pressure. He would do with the means he had, he guessed. He returned to the bedroom, while Max was eagerly waiting for him, stars in his eyes and all. He saw Kenny reappear in the room, and slowly remove the tight piece of clothing he was still wearing. Max smiled with delight that he was finally going to be able to do what Kenny had done to him, and make his chief proud.

Max sprang forth from the bed, and rose up to attack Kenny’s formerly hidden face, kissing being his weapon of choice. Max’s hand instinctively made way for the smaller of the two’s lance, ae ste started to rub it like a weapon master. Kenny drove his opponent back to bed, where he was at a disadvantage. Max flipped Kenny over so he stood over him, and lowered his head in the same way Kenny had done, taking his small frame into account as he licked his nipples gently, yet with a passion that would split Ayers Rock in half. This passion was there when Max decided that his chief’s nipples were not enough, and needed something bigger inside his mouth, just the way Kenny had decided it so earlier in their night together.

Max’s eyes now could look at Kenny’s pole, and yet Max did not know what to do with it. He knew that Kenny had slipped him into something that was rather wet and yet, was very hollow. Max thought about it for a few seconds, and knew what to do. He started to engulf rapidly Kenny’s erection in his mouth, in the same way Kenny had done, except he didn’t wait for anything. He got to the end of it all right, but he then chocked and got off of it, coughing like no tomorrow.

“Kenny...cough, sorry...I guess I’m not good for that...” Max said in between two coughs. However, he was still smiling, and Kenny loved that about Max.

“Max, you went too fast! Try doing it slowly, it lasts longer tway.way..., but that’s not what I have in mind for now.”

“What do you have in mind, Kenny?”

“Oh, you’ll see, and you’ll enjoy it, I’m sure!”

Now that Kenny’s impaler was coated with Max’s saliva, he took two fingers, put them in his mouth, and then asked Max to relax himself, knowing that if he didn’t, Max would get hurt. Max tried his best to do so, as he remembers the stinging pain he recieved from Kenny’s finger not so long ago, and the pain seemed to be less than what he remembered, even if Kenny added a finger to what he had recieved. Kenny twisted and shoved in his fingers to the furthest he could go, and when he knew Max was ready, he allowed himself entry in Max’s forbidden passage, slowly but surely, taking after Max’s bit beast, he pushed himself more inside Max, Max reacting positively at the painful entrance that was getting further and further inside him. The blonde knew that it would get better. Kenny told him it would get better, and that was all he needed for him to be satisfied. The american shifted a bit when Kenny had finished pushing, but he knew that his chief would wait until he said the word to do something. It did feel good. It felt as if something drove up your heart, and decided to make it flare up with a thousand and one reasons to feel comforted and loved. Kenny looked at him passionately, and Max nodded, knowing something was coming.

The chief pulled back, leaving Max whimpering, before the american’s face lit up and Kenny slammed himself back in. Max realised that it didn’t hurt as much anymore, in fact, it didn’t hurt at all! He was happy that such a feeling came from him doing nothing, and that it seemed to please Kenny, even if he didn’t dare to make a sound. He pushed once again into him, sating both himself and Max.

“Oh, Max...you’re so good...” moaned Kenny.

“But you’re br, cr, chief!” answered Max, still being his happy-go-lucky self.

This charade went on, Kenny pumped, and Max reacted. It continued on and on and on, much like the Energizer bunny, and until Kenny could take no more, and orgasmed right inside Max, the blonde feeling a cool burst of something liquidy inside him. Kenny removed himself from Max, and both of them looked in the other’s eyes, getting inside a wonderful trann ean each other’s arms, as the night finally caught up to the young couple, and they both fell asleep under the sheets, to keep themselves warm.

* * *

Later on in the day, they each woke up, to get one hell of a welcoming commitee. Tyson, Rei and Kai were standing in the doorway, looking at them. Kenny blushed, and Max giggled nervously, wondering what was the show.

“How you could you do this at that age, g” as” asked Rei. He was concerned about them and whether or not theyd a d a condom for protecting themselves against STDs.

“Well...it’s a long story, but let’s just say that Kenny’s okay now, and if you didn’t know he wasn’t okay before, just don’t ask.”

“I won’t, it has nothing to do with me.” said Kai.

“If you know how wrong you were...how wrong we all were...” whispered Max under his breath, as he gave his chief a small peck on the cheek and they decided to get up. The fact that they were not dressed didn’t dawn upon them as both of them stood up, in the nude, in front of their closest friends.

A loud “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” was heard in an area of an unknown town...

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FINALLY! IT IS FINISHED! GYA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA! It’s about freaking time that it’s finished! YAY!

Author\'s note : If you people think I\'m evil for doing this to Kenny. It\'s YOU who\'s being evil for not using the guy and almost FORCING me to write this. He needs attention. Just look at him! Well, I know I could have wrote a NORMAL angst fic, but hey, I\'m a rabid fanboy of A Clockwork Orange, and this section desperately lacks ultra-violence, and YES, I had to write \"the old in-out\" at least once in the fic.

In conclusion : WRITE MORE KENNY FICS. Thank you.