Beginnings, Middles and Ends
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+S through Z › South Park › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
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1,938
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1
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Currently Reading:
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Chapter 2
Middles
intervening between an earlier and later period of time;
being an intermediate part of a sequence or series; the middle years
Kyle looked up, unsurprised, as Kenny faded into view before him, between the sofa and the TV.
"What happened this time?"
Kenny stretched, flexing new muscles, cracking new joints, learning the feel of this newly created body. This was something he always did, now that they had reached their mid-forties; it helped keep him limber.
"Car accident. Some idiot learner driver hit pavement and forgot where the brakes were - hit accelerate, then me."
Kyle shivered slightly. Kenny was very matter of fact about his deaths. Always had been of course, but now he added little commentaries on them and the occasional bit of sarcasm.
Thankfully, Kenny's deaths were less frequent now - as he had aged, so had the deaths lessened, becoming more and more infrequent. They still didn't know whether it was a side effect of his ageing, or whether it was because Kenny was more observant of the dangers. It was something they discussed now and then.
Kenny dropped down next to him, making the sofa bounce gently. He had been on his way home from work anyway. Kyle felt his partner relax by degrees next to him. He sat back and leaned against him, turning the volume of the TV up a few notches.
The news came on and there was the accident. Kenny shifted.
A reporter extolled the virtues of wearing a seatbelt for a bit, then explained that though a few people had been hurt, no-one had died - not even the driver, when she used a tree in place of brakes. Footage of the accident came on screen, showing the car ploughing into the sidewalk, and Kyle jumped, gasped, as he saw Kenny run down, his body flung to one side.
"No deaths? Why do they never see you, Kenny?"
Kenny simply shook his head and pulled him close. It was an old conversation - they had gone over and over it together. No-one ever noticed when Kenny died, even if it happened right in front of them. No one apart from himself and Stan and Eric. But Eric had never cared, almost always ignoring it, and Stan was gone; he had married, got a job and left the State.
So Kyle was left to deal with it on his own. Sometimes he felt like he was going mad, seeing things no-one else could.
But then, like now, he would wind his fingers through Kenny's grey speckled, blond hair and press their lips together - seeking and finding the comfort he needed in the physical.
The scratch of Kenny's beard against his own smooth skin, the hard body pressed against his own. It would take his thoughts away from what Kenny went through.
Eventually, lying together, with Kenny buried deep inside him, he would feel normal again. He would pull the blond down for a kiss, slow and deep and he would be able to forget the way that the universe was so unfair.
Later, lying tangled together in the bed-sheets, he would listen to Kenny's breathing, taking comfort in the knowledge that, here and now, Kenny was alive and his.
Really his. Really there.
As always, he falls asleep still wrapped around his partner, wishing for the day when Kenny never has to die again. He silently promises himself that he will be there, that he will stay for him, stay and hold his hand at his Last Death, watch over him as he slips into sleep everlasting.
He will keep an eye on his love, make sure his body stays and that he does not come back.
Then and only then, will he allow himself to cry and follow him.
Only then.
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intervening between an earlier and later period of time;
being an intermediate part of a sequence or series; the middle years
Kyle looked up, unsurprised, as Kenny faded into view before him, between the sofa and the TV.
"What happened this time?"
Kenny stretched, flexing new muscles, cracking new joints, learning the feel of this newly created body. This was something he always did, now that they had reached their mid-forties; it helped keep him limber.
"Car accident. Some idiot learner driver hit pavement and forgot where the brakes were - hit accelerate, then me."
Kyle shivered slightly. Kenny was very matter of fact about his deaths. Always had been of course, but now he added little commentaries on them and the occasional bit of sarcasm.
Thankfully, Kenny's deaths were less frequent now - as he had aged, so had the deaths lessened, becoming more and more infrequent. They still didn't know whether it was a side effect of his ageing, or whether it was because Kenny was more observant of the dangers. It was something they discussed now and then.
Kenny dropped down next to him, making the sofa bounce gently. He had been on his way home from work anyway. Kyle felt his partner relax by degrees next to him. He sat back and leaned against him, turning the volume of the TV up a few notches.
The news came on and there was the accident. Kenny shifted.
A reporter extolled the virtues of wearing a seatbelt for a bit, then explained that though a few people had been hurt, no-one had died - not even the driver, when she used a tree in place of brakes. Footage of the accident came on screen, showing the car ploughing into the sidewalk, and Kyle jumped, gasped, as he saw Kenny run down, his body flung to one side.
"No deaths? Why do they never see you, Kenny?"
Kenny simply shook his head and pulled him close. It was an old conversation - they had gone over and over it together. No-one ever noticed when Kenny died, even if it happened right in front of them. No one apart from himself and Stan and Eric. But Eric had never cared, almost always ignoring it, and Stan was gone; he had married, got a job and left the State.
So Kyle was left to deal with it on his own. Sometimes he felt like he was going mad, seeing things no-one else could.
But then, like now, he would wind his fingers through Kenny's grey speckled, blond hair and press their lips together - seeking and finding the comfort he needed in the physical.
The scratch of Kenny's beard against his own smooth skin, the hard body pressed against his own. It would take his thoughts away from what Kenny went through.
Eventually, lying together, with Kenny buried deep inside him, he would feel normal again. He would pull the blond down for a kiss, slow and deep and he would be able to forget the way that the universe was so unfair.
Later, lying tangled together in the bed-sheets, he would listen to Kenny's breathing, taking comfort in the knowledge that, here and now, Kenny was alive and his.
Really his. Really there.
As always, he falls asleep still wrapped around his partner, wishing for the day when Kenny never has to die again. He silently promises himself that he will be there, that he will stay for him, stay and hold his hand at his Last Death, watch over him as he slips into sleep everlasting.
He will keep an eye on his love, make sure his body stays and that he does not come back.
Then and only then, will he allow himself to cry and follow him.
Only then.
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