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Author: Ca
Title: Feelings Revisited (3/?)
Fandom: Kyle XY
Pairing: Declan/Kyle
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: ABC's, not mine.
Warnings: smut, slash, angst
Summary: Plot, finally!
Word Count: 2665
"Talk?" Charlie asked, shooting a nervous glance Amanda's way. Kyle nodded, grabbing Charlie's arm and dragging him into an empty alcove. Amanda's supportive smile never wavered.
"I like you, Charlie," Kyle whispered. "But I value Amanda's friendship." He looked down, running a hand through his hair.
"So you think..." Charlie paused, reaching towards Kyle but pulling away at the last minute. "That I don't care about you because I'm with Amanda?" he asked the question slowly, as if talking to a small child.
"Am I wrong?" Kyle looked into Charlie's eyes. He had to know.
"Of course you are." Charlie traced Kyle's jawline with his foremost fingers, relishing the feeling when Kyle leaned into the touch. Kyle began to close his eyes when he realized that Charlie was doing what Lori said insensitive guys do to girls. He jumped back a step.
"You're... playing me," Kyle said, hesitating over the unfamiliar word, but meaning the accusation every bit as much.
Charlie attempted a sputtered denial, but Kyle had already walked away. Charlie sighed, wondering if he should break it off with Amanda.
After Kyle and Lori had discovered Declan was going up to the University of Washington, and he had invited them along to learn more about Kyle's past, and after must persuading of Lori's parents... Here they were at Washington U, Kyle and Lori snooping out the Science department.
"Hey, Kyle, that picture looks just like you!" Lori's eyes widened as she gestured to an old photograph inside the glass display case. Kyle's head went reeling.. How could this be? That picture was over 20 years old.. and he, supposedly, wasn't.
"You okay, man?" Declan asked. Kyle didn't even remember him entering the room.
"Yes, fine," Kyle assured, realizing he was being ushered towards the dorms.
"We're staying here overnight," Declan said cheerily when he noticed Kyle's confusion.
"Goodnight, Declan. 'Night, Kyle," Lori said in a tone that matched Declan's for cheerfulness, but it didn't quite reach her eyes as she waved and walked off in the opposite direction.
"Looks like it's just us," Declan whispered into Kyle's ear, wrapping his arm around the boy's larger frame. His tones were so soft Kyle almost thought he imagined it, but they were loud enough for his body to respond as the words sent involuntary shivers down his spine. Kyle suddenly remembered the conversation he had had the other day with Charlie and winced. He felt like the "player" now.
Declan and Kyle entered the spacious dorm room. Kyle was practically shaking he was such a bundle of nerves. He sat on the bed on the far side of the room, effectively putting distance between himself and Declan and giving him the space he needed to think.
"How am I going to sleep?" Kyle asked, suddenly panicking as he noticed the lack of bathtub. Declan gracefully flowed across the room, landing on the bed next to Kyle.
"Anything I can do about that?" Declan let the words tickle Kyle's ear, as they had earlier in the hallway.
Declan reached up to tangle his hand in the thick, dark hair that he found so alluring. Kyle turned his head towards Declan, capturing those deep eyes with his own. He felt Declan lean in and he allowed it, even though he was still unsure. Declan's hands moved to the base of his neck, drawing their heads closer together. Kyle placed his hands on Declan's chest, closing the distance and sealing their lips together. Kyle's eyes fluttered closed as the kiss became more intense, their tongues battling for dominance. While before Kyle had been happy to submit, here he was intent on claiming the taller boys lips as his mouth had been claimed short days ago.
Kyle mewled happily at the feeling of his body so close to another. He tipped Declan back, never breaking the kiss, to straddle him, so that his chest lay flush with the other boy's. Declan used his small amount of leverage to flip Kyle over on the bed with his good leg, wrapping the hand that wasn't wound in Kyle's hair around the boy's waist. He smirked into the kiss. None of the girls he had been with were this responsive. He broke the kiss to breathe, bringing his hand to join the first at Kyle's hips. Kyle wriggled a bit underneath him, visibly hardening against his jeans. The other boy, government conspiracies aside, looked an absolute treat, his hair tousled, his dark eyes impossibly darker with lust. Declan shifted his mouth to right under the boys chin, trailing wet kisses down and across his neck and shoulder. He growled huskily when he felt Kyle's groin bump against his own with all the thrashing he was doing. Declan reached a hand under Kyle's shirt to splay out on the smooth abdomen. That's when he felt himself flipped under Kyle. Now they were lengthwise on the bed instead of awkwardly falling off the edge.
Kyle's lips descended on Declan's once more, and they fell into a rhythm of kissing and grinding that was quickening to a maddeningly fast pace. Declan gasped, breaking the kiss once more as he struggled to shift his groin away from Kyle's. The boy on top of him frowned. Declan reached out, holding Kyle's cheeks and planting a chaste kiss on his lips.
"I don't want this over just yet," Declan murmured, sliding his hands down Kyle's arms, watching them curiously. He arched his neck up and nipped Kyle, at the juncture between neck and shoulder. Kyle bit back a hiss, trying to rub himself against Declan. They were both painfully hard now and straining against their jeans. Declan decided some of the clothes simply had to go. He pulled the edge of Kyle's t-shirt up, exposing the lack of bellybutton and smiling, tracing his fingers across the taut flesh and suckling his neck, soothing the playful nip. Declan grinned as the gentle torture reduced Kyle to a whimpering, begging puddle whose mantra was 'please'.
Declan pushed Kyle up and off of him, giving him the most sultry look he could muster as he backed him into the wall by the door. He grabbed the other boy's shirt once more, this time pulling it up and off his body. Kyle rewarded the action by backing into the wall and moving his fingers down to undo Declan's jeans, which had, by now, grown unbearably tight. Declan groaned as Kyle pushed his pants and boxers down, freeing his erection. He lunged forward, pinning the more-than-human boy against the sheetrock, nipping at his earlobe and returning the favour. Declan hissed as their flesh slid together, now out of their denim prisons. Kyle bit back a moan, arching his neck and closing his eyes. Declan's eyes twinkled as he grasped Kyle's hard shaft, working it as the shorter boy bucked and whimpered, groping blindly for Declan's hips. He found them and brought them closer, crushing their hips together, Declan's hand still trapped around Kyle's penis.
Declan cried out, beginning to slide his hand up and down Kyle's length while thrusting his hips, holding Kyle's shoulder in a death grip with his other hand to keep his balance. He felt the other boy's lips seeking his own and his tongue darted across them, loving the noises he could illicit from Kyle from simple gestures. He rubbed his thumb against the tip of Kyle's shaft that was now leaking precum. Kyle moaned into Declan's mouth, bringing his thumbs around the boy's jaw so that with every stroke he brought Declan's face closer to his own. His legs felt like jell-o, and they threatened to falter, but he couldn't bring himself to care as he thrust himself shamelessly into Declan's palm, screaming around the other boy's tongue as he finally, gloriously, came.
Declan brought their heads apart slowly, almost chuckling as he realized that though Kyle's shirt and pants were some feet away, his shirt was still in place and his pants had wound up around his ankles, threatening to trip him. He was still ridiculously hard, but he was sure that would be taken care of soon enough. He brought his hand up to his lips, the fingers coated in Kyle's cum. He licked the substance off his ring finger, relishing in the salty taste of Kyle's arousal. Declan grinned when he looked up from his hand and found a pair of coal eyes pinning him. He moved his still-coated index finger to Kyle's lips, openly moaning when the boy took his finger inside his mouth, tasting himself and languidly swirling his tongue across his finger tip and dragging it up and around the digit.
"Kyle," he hissed, rubbing himself on the boy's hip. Kyle smiled predatorily before dropping soundlessly to his knees. Declan bit his hand to prevent the whine that threatened as Kyle's breath washed over his cock. His eyes rolled back into his head as Kyle's tongue found the head, teasing it, dragging the muscle across the slit. Declan's legs wobbled, his bad leg going out from under him even as he screamed his pleasure into his fist. Just before he went down, there were Kyle's hands, one at his hip one at the back of his knee, holding him up even as he took Declan's length deep inside his mouth. He swallowed around the head, drawing broken, little sobs from Declan's throat. Kyle brought his head back away from Declan's hips, dragging his teeth along the hard ridges. Declan bit his lip hard enough to draw blood as Kyle moved his hand on Declan's hip to tug at the flustered boy's balls, pulling his climax from him as he struggled to swallow each drop.
Kyle stood just as Declan fell into his chest, the thinner boy's shirt drenched in sweat and clinging to him awkwardly. He wrapped his arms around him and manoeuvred him to the bed, stripping off Declan's t-shirt and making sure to leave the boxers and jeans in a heap by his on the floor. Declan made a sated noise as he snuggled into Kyle's neck, allowing himself to be held and burrowed under the comforter. Kyle chuckled at how quickly Declan managed to pass out. Without his bathtub, he found himself plagued by night terrors that threatened to wake his overly content companion.
The dreams featured Tom Foss and smooth metal walls. As usual, he could remember nothing solid, only the overwhelming fear cluing him into the fact that it was a memory.
The next morning Declan awoke to Lori knocking at their door, and he jumped out of the bed he had shared with Kyle, running to gather his clothes off the floor.
"One minute!" he called out, shooting a look to Kyle who was just waking up as well. He threw the awakening boy his clothes as he attempted to pull his shirt over his head and step into his shoes at the same time. Kyle had the gall to give him the most sexy confused look ever and he groaned exasperatedly.
The next day found them all back at home, Kyle one Tom Foss-threat later. The man had warned that if Kyle kept trying to look into his past, he would kill his surrogate family. He had buckled and told Declan, who was quickly becoming his best friend and most trusted confidante, and the boy had been angry with him, insisting that Kyle couldn't just give up. He would just have to make sure Foss didn't find out about his efforts.
"Hey, um. Kyle," Declan started, guilt creeping into his eyes. He had to say this now, while he had Kyle alone. And man, he couldn't afford to think of what he wanted to do with that situation right about now. He bit his lip.
"Yes?" Kyle said hesitantly, dreading what was about to come.
"Lori and I got back together," he admitted, wincing. Kyle thought he might be sick.
"W-when?"
"Yesterday... when you fell asleep in the car.." Declan stared at his shoes.
"Oh, so... that's it then," Kyle said blankly, looking anywhere but at Declan. He looked up into the other boy's eyes, mask firmly in place. "I understand." And he was gone.
"Kyle.." Declan tried, but when he looked up the boy had already fled.
The carnival had come to Seattle, and Kyle couldn't help but be excited. He had never been to a carnival before (as far as he knew). Kyle and Declan had broken into Tom Foss' apartment and found his creepy spy surveillance monitors hooked up to hidden cameras in the Trager's house. They had just narrowly escaped, and the carnival had seemed a perfect place to blend in. But now, walking around with Declan... it hurt. To be so close to him and know he wasn't his; it physically hurt. When Lori spotted Declan across the carnival crowd he had quickly fled, and Kyle's heart sunk even further.
"Hey, Kyle," called an all-too-familiar voice.
"Charlie," he greeted, smiling at Amanda. He realized now, looking at the girl, that she had a place in his heart not unlike Lori's. She was his sister, his friend, he felt everything in the world for her, loved her, and wished to protect her, but none of it was romantic. He sighed heavily.
"Hey, Kyle, want to go on the carousel with me?" She grinned. "Charlie will make fun of me, but that's more my pace." He had spaced out again and missed part of the conversation, great.
"Sure!" He smiled easily back, leaving a baffled Charlie in their wake. On the carousel they had to fight vicious seven-year-old's to find horses, and only ended up with one for Amanda. Kyle didn't mind standing despite Amanda's mother-henning. He could see all the people as they spun round and round. He used his newly-found skill of honing into sounds to eavesdrop on Declan and Charlie--what? He couldn't help it.
"Sure it's great for you," Declan said, his voice low and accusatory. "You're dating Amanda and bopping Hilary on the side." More of the white flashes threatened Kyle's stability. His eyes went wide. He knew Amanda hadn't even guessed, but could she have guessed that not only Lori's slutty best friend had seen Charlie on the side, but so had he.
He was supposed to be Amanda's protector, brother. He groaned, so-very displeased with how his week had turned out. Amanda looked to him worriedly, but he ignored the uncomfortable white as he used his hearing once more when he spotted Tom Foss and another man he labelled as familiar. The man was threatening Foss, and he had a gun. He found out that someone wanted him dead right before everything went black, his body flopping helplessly as the carousel continued to spin. Amanda's "Kyle!" blended into Nicole's as he woke up in a hospital, glaring fluorescent lights overhead.
He kept staving Nicole off the real issue. He didn't want to talk about it, and he certainly didn't want the woman he thought off as his mother to get hurt. She finally gave up and walked out, probably to talk to Stephen. Another visitor walked in shortly after. He thought only the Trager's were allowed in his room...
Suddenly he felt those familiarly cool lips covering his desperately, and he couldn't help but respond as Declan's tongue and lips and teeth gnashed against his own. Declan drew back to breathe.
"I'm sorry," the brunette whispered, his voice racked with fear. Kyle just wanted to cry. Declan brushed Kyle's sweaty bangs away from his eyes, bringing his hand down to clasp his. Kyle sighed contentedly despite himself. "Kyle, you have to tell the Trager's."
"But they could get hurt!" He knew he was right. He couldn't risk them. He was expendable, they were not.
"You're going to get yourself killed if you don't." Unshed tears shimmered in Declan's usually stony eyes. Kyle tightened his hand around Declan's, not wanting to let go for the world.
Part I
Part II
Title: Feelings Revisited (3/?)
Fandom: Kyle XY
Pairing: Declan/Kyle
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: ABC's, not mine.
Warnings: smut, slash, angst
Summary: Plot, finally!
Word Count: 2665
"Talk?" Charlie asked, shooting a nervous glance Amanda's way. Kyle nodded, grabbing Charlie's arm and dragging him into an empty alcove. Amanda's supportive smile never wavered.
"I like you, Charlie," Kyle whispered. "But I value Amanda's friendship." He looked down, running a hand through his hair.
"So you think..." Charlie paused, reaching towards Kyle but pulling away at the last minute. "That I don't care about you because I'm with Amanda?" he asked the question slowly, as if talking to a small child.
"Am I wrong?" Kyle looked into Charlie's eyes. He had to know.
"Of course you are." Charlie traced Kyle's jawline with his foremost fingers, relishing the feeling when Kyle leaned into the touch. Kyle began to close his eyes when he realized that Charlie was doing what Lori said insensitive guys do to girls. He jumped back a step.
"You're... playing me," Kyle said, hesitating over the unfamiliar word, but meaning the accusation every bit as much.
Charlie attempted a sputtered denial, but Kyle had already walked away. Charlie sighed, wondering if he should break it off with Amanda.
After Kyle and Lori had discovered Declan was going up to the University of Washington, and he had invited them along to learn more about Kyle's past, and after must persuading of Lori's parents... Here they were at Washington U, Kyle and Lori snooping out the Science department.
"Hey, Kyle, that picture looks just like you!" Lori's eyes widened as she gestured to an old photograph inside the glass display case. Kyle's head went reeling.. How could this be? That picture was over 20 years old.. and he, supposedly, wasn't.
"You okay, man?" Declan asked. Kyle didn't even remember him entering the room.
"Yes, fine," Kyle assured, realizing he was being ushered towards the dorms.
"We're staying here overnight," Declan said cheerily when he noticed Kyle's confusion.
"Goodnight, Declan. 'Night, Kyle," Lori said in a tone that matched Declan's for cheerfulness, but it didn't quite reach her eyes as she waved and walked off in the opposite direction.
"Looks like it's just us," Declan whispered into Kyle's ear, wrapping his arm around the boy's larger frame. His tones were so soft Kyle almost thought he imagined it, but they were loud enough for his body to respond as the words sent involuntary shivers down his spine. Kyle suddenly remembered the conversation he had had the other day with Charlie and winced. He felt like the "player" now.
Declan and Kyle entered the spacious dorm room. Kyle was practically shaking he was such a bundle of nerves. He sat on the bed on the far side of the room, effectively putting distance between himself and Declan and giving him the space he needed to think.
"How am I going to sleep?" Kyle asked, suddenly panicking as he noticed the lack of bathtub. Declan gracefully flowed across the room, landing on the bed next to Kyle.
"Anything I can do about that?" Declan let the words tickle Kyle's ear, as they had earlier in the hallway.
Declan reached up to tangle his hand in the thick, dark hair that he found so alluring. Kyle turned his head towards Declan, capturing those deep eyes with his own. He felt Declan lean in and he allowed it, even though he was still unsure. Declan's hands moved to the base of his neck, drawing their heads closer together. Kyle placed his hands on Declan's chest, closing the distance and sealing their lips together. Kyle's eyes fluttered closed as the kiss became more intense, their tongues battling for dominance. While before Kyle had been happy to submit, here he was intent on claiming the taller boys lips as his mouth had been claimed short days ago.
Kyle mewled happily at the feeling of his body so close to another. He tipped Declan back, never breaking the kiss, to straddle him, so that his chest lay flush with the other boy's. Declan used his small amount of leverage to flip Kyle over on the bed with his good leg, wrapping the hand that wasn't wound in Kyle's hair around the boy's waist. He smirked into the kiss. None of the girls he had been with were this responsive. He broke the kiss to breathe, bringing his hand to join the first at Kyle's hips. Kyle wriggled a bit underneath him, visibly hardening against his jeans. The other boy, government conspiracies aside, looked an absolute treat, his hair tousled, his dark eyes impossibly darker with lust. Declan shifted his mouth to right under the boys chin, trailing wet kisses down and across his neck and shoulder. He growled huskily when he felt Kyle's groin bump against his own with all the thrashing he was doing. Declan reached a hand under Kyle's shirt to splay out on the smooth abdomen. That's when he felt himself flipped under Kyle. Now they were lengthwise on the bed instead of awkwardly falling off the edge.
Kyle's lips descended on Declan's once more, and they fell into a rhythm of kissing and grinding that was quickening to a maddeningly fast pace. Declan gasped, breaking the kiss once more as he struggled to shift his groin away from Kyle's. The boy on top of him frowned. Declan reached out, holding Kyle's cheeks and planting a chaste kiss on his lips.
"I don't want this over just yet," Declan murmured, sliding his hands down Kyle's arms, watching them curiously. He arched his neck up and nipped Kyle, at the juncture between neck and shoulder. Kyle bit back a hiss, trying to rub himself against Declan. They were both painfully hard now and straining against their jeans. Declan decided some of the clothes simply had to go. He pulled the edge of Kyle's t-shirt up, exposing the lack of bellybutton and smiling, tracing his fingers across the taut flesh and suckling his neck, soothing the playful nip. Declan grinned as the gentle torture reduced Kyle to a whimpering, begging puddle whose mantra was 'please'.
Declan pushed Kyle up and off of him, giving him the most sultry look he could muster as he backed him into the wall by the door. He grabbed the other boy's shirt once more, this time pulling it up and off his body. Kyle rewarded the action by backing into the wall and moving his fingers down to undo Declan's jeans, which had, by now, grown unbearably tight. Declan groaned as Kyle pushed his pants and boxers down, freeing his erection. He lunged forward, pinning the more-than-human boy against the sheetrock, nipping at his earlobe and returning the favour. Declan hissed as their flesh slid together, now out of their denim prisons. Kyle bit back a moan, arching his neck and closing his eyes. Declan's eyes twinkled as he grasped Kyle's hard shaft, working it as the shorter boy bucked and whimpered, groping blindly for Declan's hips. He found them and brought them closer, crushing their hips together, Declan's hand still trapped around Kyle's penis.
Declan cried out, beginning to slide his hand up and down Kyle's length while thrusting his hips, holding Kyle's shoulder in a death grip with his other hand to keep his balance. He felt the other boy's lips seeking his own and his tongue darted across them, loving the noises he could illicit from Kyle from simple gestures. He rubbed his thumb against the tip of Kyle's shaft that was now leaking precum. Kyle moaned into Declan's mouth, bringing his thumbs around the boy's jaw so that with every stroke he brought Declan's face closer to his own. His legs felt like jell-o, and they threatened to falter, but he couldn't bring himself to care as he thrust himself shamelessly into Declan's palm, screaming around the other boy's tongue as he finally, gloriously, came.
Declan brought their heads apart slowly, almost chuckling as he realized that though Kyle's shirt and pants were some feet away, his shirt was still in place and his pants had wound up around his ankles, threatening to trip him. He was still ridiculously hard, but he was sure that would be taken care of soon enough. He brought his hand up to his lips, the fingers coated in Kyle's cum. He licked the substance off his ring finger, relishing in the salty taste of Kyle's arousal. Declan grinned when he looked up from his hand and found a pair of coal eyes pinning him. He moved his still-coated index finger to Kyle's lips, openly moaning when the boy took his finger inside his mouth, tasting himself and languidly swirling his tongue across his finger tip and dragging it up and around the digit.
"Kyle," he hissed, rubbing himself on the boy's hip. Kyle smiled predatorily before dropping soundlessly to his knees. Declan bit his hand to prevent the whine that threatened as Kyle's breath washed over his cock. His eyes rolled back into his head as Kyle's tongue found the head, teasing it, dragging the muscle across the slit. Declan's legs wobbled, his bad leg going out from under him even as he screamed his pleasure into his fist. Just before he went down, there were Kyle's hands, one at his hip one at the back of his knee, holding him up even as he took Declan's length deep inside his mouth. He swallowed around the head, drawing broken, little sobs from Declan's throat. Kyle brought his head back away from Declan's hips, dragging his teeth along the hard ridges. Declan bit his lip hard enough to draw blood as Kyle moved his hand on Declan's hip to tug at the flustered boy's balls, pulling his climax from him as he struggled to swallow each drop.
Kyle stood just as Declan fell into his chest, the thinner boy's shirt drenched in sweat and clinging to him awkwardly. He wrapped his arms around him and manoeuvred him to the bed, stripping off Declan's t-shirt and making sure to leave the boxers and jeans in a heap by his on the floor. Declan made a sated noise as he snuggled into Kyle's neck, allowing himself to be held and burrowed under the comforter. Kyle chuckled at how quickly Declan managed to pass out. Without his bathtub, he found himself plagued by night terrors that threatened to wake his overly content companion.
The dreams featured Tom Foss and smooth metal walls. As usual, he could remember nothing solid, only the overwhelming fear cluing him into the fact that it was a memory.
The next morning Declan awoke to Lori knocking at their door, and he jumped out of the bed he had shared with Kyle, running to gather his clothes off the floor.
"One minute!" he called out, shooting a look to Kyle who was just waking up as well. He threw the awakening boy his clothes as he attempted to pull his shirt over his head and step into his shoes at the same time. Kyle had the gall to give him the most sexy confused look ever and he groaned exasperatedly.
The next day found them all back at home, Kyle one Tom Foss-threat later. The man had warned that if Kyle kept trying to look into his past, he would kill his surrogate family. He had buckled and told Declan, who was quickly becoming his best friend and most trusted confidante, and the boy had been angry with him, insisting that Kyle couldn't just give up. He would just have to make sure Foss didn't find out about his efforts.
"Hey, um. Kyle," Declan started, guilt creeping into his eyes. He had to say this now, while he had Kyle alone. And man, he couldn't afford to think of what he wanted to do with that situation right about now. He bit his lip.
"Yes?" Kyle said hesitantly, dreading what was about to come.
"Lori and I got back together," he admitted, wincing. Kyle thought he might be sick.
"W-when?"
"Yesterday... when you fell asleep in the car.." Declan stared at his shoes.
"Oh, so... that's it then," Kyle said blankly, looking anywhere but at Declan. He looked up into the other boy's eyes, mask firmly in place. "I understand." And he was gone.
"Kyle.." Declan tried, but when he looked up the boy had already fled.
The carnival had come to Seattle, and Kyle couldn't help but be excited. He had never been to a carnival before (as far as he knew). Kyle and Declan had broken into Tom Foss' apartment and found his creepy spy surveillance monitors hooked up to hidden cameras in the Trager's house. They had just narrowly escaped, and the carnival had seemed a perfect place to blend in. But now, walking around with Declan... it hurt. To be so close to him and know he wasn't his; it physically hurt. When Lori spotted Declan across the carnival crowd he had quickly fled, and Kyle's heart sunk even further.
"Hey, Kyle," called an all-too-familiar voice.
"Charlie," he greeted, smiling at Amanda. He realized now, looking at the girl, that she had a place in his heart not unlike Lori's. She was his sister, his friend, he felt everything in the world for her, loved her, and wished to protect her, but none of it was romantic. He sighed heavily.
"Hey, Kyle, want to go on the carousel with me?" She grinned. "Charlie will make fun of me, but that's more my pace." He had spaced out again and missed part of the conversation, great.
"Sure!" He smiled easily back, leaving a baffled Charlie in their wake. On the carousel they had to fight vicious seven-year-old's to find horses, and only ended up with one for Amanda. Kyle didn't mind standing despite Amanda's mother-henning. He could see all the people as they spun round and round. He used his newly-found skill of honing into sounds to eavesdrop on Declan and Charlie--what? He couldn't help it.
"Sure it's great for you," Declan said, his voice low and accusatory. "You're dating Amanda and bopping Hilary on the side." More of the white flashes threatened Kyle's stability. His eyes went wide. He knew Amanda hadn't even guessed, but could she have guessed that not only Lori's slutty best friend had seen Charlie on the side, but so had he.
He was supposed to be Amanda's protector, brother. He groaned, so-very displeased with how his week had turned out. Amanda looked to him worriedly, but he ignored the uncomfortable white as he used his hearing once more when he spotted Tom Foss and another man he labelled as familiar. The man was threatening Foss, and he had a gun. He found out that someone wanted him dead right before everything went black, his body flopping helplessly as the carousel continued to spin. Amanda's "Kyle!" blended into Nicole's as he woke up in a hospital, glaring fluorescent lights overhead.
He kept staving Nicole off the real issue. He didn't want to talk about it, and he certainly didn't want the woman he thought off as his mother to get hurt. She finally gave up and walked out, probably to talk to Stephen. Another visitor walked in shortly after. He thought only the Trager's were allowed in his room...
Suddenly he felt those familiarly cool lips covering his desperately, and he couldn't help but respond as Declan's tongue and lips and teeth gnashed against his own. Declan drew back to breathe.
"I'm sorry," the brunette whispered, his voice racked with fear. Kyle just wanted to cry. Declan brushed Kyle's sweaty bangs away from his eyes, bringing his hand down to clasp his. Kyle sighed contentedly despite himself. "Kyle, you have to tell the Trager's."
"But they could get hurt!" He knew he was right. He couldn't risk them. He was expendable, they were not.
"You're going to get yourself killed if you don't." Unshed tears shimmered in Declan's usually stony eyes. Kyle tightened his hand around Declan's, not wanting to let go for the world.
Part I
Part II