"Hey...why do ya paint your nails?"

Killer asked nonchalantly. They had just got out of Lecture Hall and were meeting their other friends at Killer's house for some daily herb. Luckily their college campus wasn't far from the house.

Kid stopped. What did that matter? Only his dad had ever asked him that. Screamed it most times. He just hated the fact so much. Probably made him feel like a failure as a father. Or jealousy at his own sexual repressions. 

Kid didn't even know why he did it. If girls could do it, why couldn't he? It was pretty... and felt nice... and...

"I dunno... I just think they look cool."

Killer hummed and continued toward his house. Classes had been long and miserable, as always. They just really wanted to eat, smoke and go the fuck to sleep, even though they both had a shit-ton of homework.

"...Why'd ya ask?"

Killer shrugged, "I dunno, jus' wonderin'... Have you thought about lipstick?"

Kid got angry at that. He cut in front of him to block his path.

What the hell was he trying to pull?

"You makin' fun of me," He growled in killer's face. His own face becoming as red as his hair.

Uh-oh, he's getting mad... Interesting...

"You know I'd never do that, Kid. I was bein' sincere... I think it'd compliment yer hair... Or whatever..."

Killer looked down when he said those last words, using his bangs as a curtain from the growing blush. Kid instantly calmed, then froze.

He what...?

"C'mon, I'm fuckin' tired."

Killer took his wrist and continued to their house. Kid had been staying with him over a year now, ever since his dad got too drunk and violently kicked him out for being a fucking sissy, princess, pussy, faggot.

Killer's mom was fine with the idea of taking him in. However, her work had her traveling most of the time, so she was barely ever seen.

They entered the spacious house and instantly took to the fridge. Frozen dinners it is. With them being left alone, you'd think they'd take the time to properly sustain themselves.

"When are those assholes getting here," Kid asks while walking to the couch in the nice living room, beginning to eat. This food was better than that at his dad's, though it was still shit.

"Dunno, when they get here," Killer retorts.

"Ok, smartass."

"Alright, dumbass."

"...Ya wants the fucking smoke, Kill?"

"You know you can't handle the smoke, Kid."

Kid had a mischievous smirk on his face as he suddenly lunged at Killer, knocking the other off his guard immediately. He tucked his head into Killer's chest and wrapped his arms around in an attempt to lift him.

Instead, it was Kid was being lifted and thrown on the couch behind him. He laughed as he bounced on the cushions and rushed at Killer again. Only to get knocked back on the couch with his hands pinned above his head. He struggles against Killer's grip but ends up tiring himself out. it's no use.

"Told ya you couldn't handle it," Killer says, smiling down victoriously at him.

From down here, Kid could gaze into Killer's deep blue eyes. A very rare sight, indeed. They twinkled playfully at him, daring him to try something else. Then he looked lower at his budding mustache beard combo. And how it framed his lips just right... wait-no!

Kid began to fight the grip on his wrists, which ended up hurting him more than the other. Killer found this very amusing and smiled more warmly at him. Which made the fuzzy feeling spread up to Kid's neck and face.

From outside, they could hear their friends' growing shouts from up the street. However, Killer made no action to move.

"This isn't fucking over. I'll get ya when yer back's turned. Won't even see it," Kid declared at him. Eyes burning with plots of revenge.

Killer just chuckled, which Kid could feel resonate down and through his straddled hips. Killer removed one hand and reached down to caress Kid's cheek. This motion stopped his next threat in his throat.

Slowly, Killer leaded down. Kid could feel the soft blond hairs tickle his forehead and cheeks. But that was nothing compared to the softness of Killer's kiss on his left temple.

That was fucking different. They'd kissed each other on the cheeks since they were kids. And they did always leave butterflies. But this feels totally different. Like it's trying to wake him up somewhere...

And on top of that, Kid's suddenly hit with a:

"You're so pretty when you're mad."

What the fuck? Wait- really...? Did he really mean that? Wait-no! No!

"Don't f-fucking call me pretty."

"Woah, You guys fuckin' in here?!"

Heat screamed as soon as he walked through the door. Wire, who followed closely behind, looked more embarrassed about suddenly walking in so late and paused in the doorway.

"Oh, shit... Sorry guys, call us when yer done."

"I guess we are now..." Killer muttered to himself but Kid still heard.

"Heat, I will fuckin' murder you," Kid screamed.

"Whatever you say~" Heat chimed as he sat down and started to unpack his rolling supplies. He waved his grinder in the air and asked who was pitting in. Wire took another seat and started flicking through TV channels and he passed his freshly bought weed.

"Ah, lemme get mine," Kid said as he rushed towards his room. He knew his face was flushed and was glad when no one addressed it.

"Get mine too." Killer yelled after him, taking a seat close to Heat.

"Oh, he's gonna get yers, alright," Heat leaned close to snicker in Killer's ear. Which was returned with a hard slap on the back of the neck.

"Ahh! Fuck you, I'm rollin' here!"

"No, yer not..." Killer loomed over the boy for a second before body slamming him into the chair and repeatedly punching him in the ribs.

"Oooh! Staaaap it! Staaaap!! Wire! Wire, fuckin' get off yer ass help m- Ahh! WIRE!"

"Could you shut the fuck up? Its fuckin' Adventure Time."

"Yeah, shut the hell up! Remember when the fuckin' pigs showed up," Kid announced as he re-entered the living room, face less red now.

"I dunno, gotta be more specific, man," Heat started, as he calmed down began to roll a couple of thick blunts. "Hey! Remember when one of 'em hit on Kill's ma, and she maced 'em?! Fuckin' hilarious."

"Or that party when we all had to scatter to yer neighbors' yards, which brought more pigs..." Stated Wire, without taking his eyes off the T.V.

"Ooh! 'Member when we took shits in the school pool and one of 'em slipped in chasing us?!"

The boys broke out in laughter and began to smoke. They wrestled, reminisced and rumbled the house with a rowdy ruckus for hours. It was these moments that made Kid really appreciate his youth, his friends and his home. His safe home. His safe space for him to be loud and violent, bold and feminine, whenever he wanted. But when Killer's mom was home, he knew exactly how to act. He would not give any trouble to a woman that took him in and allowed him to be himself.

After high school, the boys had suddenly exploded into men. Or, well, into men-shaped bodies. Their minds were still extremely childish. Though they wanted desperately to be seen and perceived as "adult".

They both frequented the gym in attempts to release their boyish aggressions. At first, Kid was the one who really wanted to be a man, with all of his balky gruffness. So, he would at times push harder than Killer did himself.

Killer never had any trouble with his muscles, he was just naturally huge. Kid wanted that too. But after spending time with a bunch of high liberal queers, and hearing the knowing words of his friend's mother, Kid soon realized that he needn't try so hard to be a smelly man.

He'd walk around his shitty campus and see boys with painted nails. Boys with skirts or dresses. Boys with high, effeminate voices. Boys fucking kissing other boys.

He'd hear about Rue Paul and wonder what the hell the hype was about. Then he'd watch his incredible race and understand completely. Men can be pretty. And feminine. They can be obsessed with glitter and elegance. And so could he.

But as he would put the frills and lace against his rough skin, he found that his desperate strides at bulkiness made him look... completely insane and disgusting. So, he settled for nail paint, and the occasional lipstick and mascara combo, but he'd never be seen in a fucking skirt, ever... 

Except for that one time... But never again!

When the hour got late and parents were asking for their sons, his friends would heavily spray themselves down and promise to return tomorrow. It would be much later until Kid and Killer would finish their second dinners and get ready for bed. When they were both at their doors, Killer turns to ask:

"Wanna sleep in here tonight?"

And Kid would reply:

"God, shut the fuck up! It was one fucking time," he'd growl, as he stormed into his room and slammed the door behind him.

...

'Oh, but why not more...Then I'll show you you're the one I adore.'

And he'd crawl into his bed and wished Kid would do the same.

He wished he'd just come in and whisper his name.

And ask to hold him close; to never let him go.

And to make Kid feel beautiful; but also, to take it slow.

"-ller."

"Killer."

"Killer, come on..."

Killer would be jolted awake to find Kid tucked in next to him. His face would be flushed, and his eyes scared and crying but trying to hold back. Upon being seen, Kid'll try to hide his face in the blonde's huge shoulder.

"...That asshole again," He'd wrap a big hand around Kid's head to stroke his ruby locks and pull him closer to stable his shaking body.

"...Mmh."

"But he's long gone, remember? Far, far away, where he can't hurt you."

Kid would snuggle closer and bury his face into his big chest. Killer would hug him and rub along his tense shoulders and down his back. Kid would breathe him in and slowly calm down.

"...Mmh..."

"And you know if he ever showed his ugly fucking face again, we'd all hang him by his balls 'till they're ripped off, right?"

"...Right."

Killer would feel a little chuckle on his chest. Dreams of torturing his dad always cheered him up. Killer would feel the other boy wrap his own arms around him. He'd want Kid to feel safe and secure and to always come to him for anything and everything. He'd want Kid to never hold himself back from him and to feel calm when they're together. He wants to solve all of Kid's problems and keep him happy. God, he wants so much for him. So much, and yet... and yet...

"...A-and... no matter what..."

"...What?"

'... I've always got you. You'll always be the prettiest. My prettiest.'

Now, he'd never say that.  He's too fucking scared. Besides, Kid might actually slap him across the face. But he would hold Kid tighter and breath in his scalp. He would run his fingers down his neck to behind his ear, where he was most ticklish. He would lay soft kisses atop his red head.

Kid would protest and push him away and bite his lip to contain his cute giggles. But Killer would just grab his wrists to pull him back into his chest. This time, to lick the shell of his ear and feel him gasp and squirm against him, fighting even harder this time. He'd roll them over and use his weight to hold Kid still. He'd grab a fistful of hair and yank his head to the side and continue to slurp away at his ear.

"Aah... mmng! Haah...ah! N-n-...ah, stop, st-stop! Stop it, Killer! Mmmngh!"

He'd blow air down his neck and feel Kid jerk about. He'd kiss and bite Kid's collar bone. Suck and lick on his neck, and back to his ear and stick his tongue so deeply inside, he'd swear he was trying to suck his brains out.

He'd hear Kid's sweet cries and whines and feel him shiver and spasm. Trying so hard to push him off, only for his muscles to suddenly grow weak.

He'd try to hide his face, but Killer would grab his chin and force him into a deep and open kiss. He'd watch as Kid became undone. He'd make Kid feel so good. He'd suck on Kid's tongue and bite his lip. He'd lick every crevice and cavern of his mouth that he could reach. And when Kid was gasping for air, he'd sigh and say:

"My pretty baby... Mm, prettiest girl in the world."

"...A-am not."

"Are too."

"No..."

"Yes. You are."

Then he'd lean down to lick a long strip along Kid's jawline and laugh as he squirms and covers the blond's mouth, pushing his head away.

But he'd just grab Kid's hand, and slowly suck on his fingers. He'd suck in between and underneath and on the tips. He'd stare into his eyes. Then he'd place Kid's wet fingers back into their owner's mouth. He wanted to see just how much of himself Kid would show, before he shies away again.

He'd watch Kid mix their spit without breaking their intense staring contest. He'd lick the same places Killer did. Opens his mouth to show his togue swirl between each digit. He'd start to pant... and moan and moves his free hand towards his bulging dick.

Those eyes. Sharpest pools blood. Pools of poison. He wants to sink into them. To drown in them. To be completely cascaded in deep, dark red. He growls and leans into Kid's face, pressing his forehead into the other's.

God-just can't get close enough. 

But then, embarrassment would catch up and Kid would turn his beautiful crimson eyes away from the blond. He'd remove his fingers from his mouth and scrunch them in his shirt, which would expose his cherry treasure trail.

"I want you," Killer whispers and captures his neck once more. Biting and sucking harder to leave deeper bruising. 

He'd drag his dull nails up and down Kid's underbelly and sits back to admire the faint marks on his pale skin. He'd cup his pecks and run his thumbs over pink, perky nipples. Twist and pull and pinch. Then he'd lean back in to force those bright red eyes back on his blue ones. He'd lick Kid's lips, inside his mouth and swirl his tongue around each crevasse. He'd bite his lip. Then he'd say:

"'M gonna suck you off now."

"Mmh... Kill, no..."

"How come," He'd nuzzle his cheek and kiss him twice.

"...Cuz..."

"Mm, cuz...?"

"Yeah... c-cuz... what if it's... weird..."

"But Kid...I've seen your dick before... remember?"

"Yeah, well... this is fuckin' different, remember?"

"...Yer right."

This was fucking different. So fucking different that they probably won't be able to go back to how they used to be. But that would be alright, right? As long as they cared about each other... Right?

Oh, but could you imagine? For Killer to be able to hold his friend, but not as a friend. To hold him and love him. To break him and take him. To keep him as his own. Yes, Killer is in love with such ideas of sharing his lust and filth with his friend, his pretty flower. And he wants him to want it too...

But he'd risk smothering him. Flowers must have to room to bloom for themselves. If Killer were to smother this one, he'd get pricked severely. Kid is not to be smothered. By anyone. But that doesn't stop Killer from pushing.

So, he'd lean back completely off of Kid and sit crisscross. He'd pull Kid into his lap and rub circles around his lower back. He'd nuzzle against his neck and gently hold him, rubbing up and down Kid's spine.

He'd kiss him more. Deeply. Just to feel those whines inside his mouth. He'd kiss Kid's nose. His forehead. His eyebrow. His cheek. He'd bite his jaw and his chin. He'd nose at Kid's Adams apple and lick down his collar bone. He'd lean forward, locking Kid safely in his chest.

Kid would become so restless in his lap. Squirming and panting. Rutting against Killer's stomach. He'd palm up and down Killer's back and twist his fingers in his night shirt. He'd turn into Killer's neck to hide his growing embarrassment; to gain the courage to tell him to stop. Killer knew It was becoming too much for him to handle, yet he persisted.

"Kill-staah..."

"Huh?"

"Ah, my fuckin'- mmgh..."

"I don't understand, Kid."

"Oh my god- fuck you, Killer..."

"Fuck me, Kid."

Kid would scramble. Twist and jerk about to remove himself from Killer's tight embrace. He'd shove and push Killer back. Hard. Nearly pushing him off the bed. When Killer was able to balance and look up again, He'd see that Kid was redder than ever! Red and angry and... and... 

"Don't fucking-don't! Don't treat me like-" Kid could hardly get any words out between his teary-eyed huffing. He's shaking.  Oh fuck, you stupid fucking dumbass, you've done it now.

"Kid, I'm-"

"Don't treat me like a fuckin' girl! I'm not a goddamn girl! No matter how fuckin' much I want to... or how much I try... I'll never be one... no one sees me like one... So just FUCKING STOP IT, KILLER!"

Red-hot tears began to fall from Kid's face. He turned away from the blond. He lowered his beautiful eyes. And he shut himself off again.

"... I'm sorry... Kid, I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to make you feel like-"

"No! No, it's not-It's not you! It's not you... It's fuckin' everyone! Why do I have to walk around this bitch and feel like I can't fuckin' belong anywhere? I'm not a guy or a girl, I'm a fuckin' freak and nothing will fuckin' change that!"

"No. No, Kid. Yer not a freak. You don't have to prove to anyone who you are. They could fuck all. You don't have to prove yer a man or a woman. You have to prove you to you... Just be you, Kid. Fuck all those others. Just be Kid... Just be you... 'Cuz I love you... I'm sorry I made you feel like you can't be you."

As Killer spoke these soft words to him, he inched closer to the other, in order to regain the lost comfort. He'd rub small circles on Kid's shoulder blades, ensuring that he was still in a safe place, like always.

"...Yeah?

"Fuck yeah. These cunts don't know the first thing about you, and they don't fuckin' need to. We know you and we got you. Always."

Kid drops his head on the blond's shoulder and sighs deeply. He places a shaky hand on Killer's and squeezes. 

"...You do know, huh," Kid stated, not asked. "You've known for a while," He'd place his other hand on Killer's knee.

"Yeah," He'd kiss Kid's head, "I see you... and you're beautiful, no matter what."

"Guys can't be beautiful..."

"Yes they can, 'cuz you are. You can be a beautiful man, and you can be a beautiful woman. Yer a beautiful person, Kid."

Kid takes a deep, shaky breath and quickly grabs onto Killer. He'd sob loudly and push his face into Killer's chest. Killer wraps his strong arms around the redhead once more. He'd stroke soothing hands over his back. He'd repeat 'it's ok's and 'I'm here's over and over until Kid's breathing calmed down some.

Killer would reposition their bodies, so they were cuddled under the sheets again. It was getting pretty late, and they did have to go to that shitty class tomorrow. He'd tuck Kid in and wipe the tears from his sniffling face. He'd kiss his damp cheeks and ruffle his messy hair. 

He'd hold him close and promise to never let go

Oh, but how he wished he had taken it slow

 Between them, he felt something grow

But, as sleep gripped him, he'd never get to know

"-ller."

"Killer."

"Killer, come on... Wake the fuck up!"

Killer would wake with a start as Kid slapped his chest. His huge figure looming as he scowled over him. Fuck he was late, wasn't he. 

"Dude, I had such a craz-"

"Shut up. Tell me on the way! You always give me shit for being a couple fuckin' minutes, but you get to sleep in like this? Fuck, that old bitch already hates me..."

Killer zoned out at the memory of his night. As he began getting dressed, he kinda wished he hadn't woken up.

He wished that Kid had gotten into his bed again, instead of fucking slapping him. He wished that he hadn't pushed so hard. He wished he had held him longer, tighter. He wished he could fucking hug him right now.

But he couldn't. The dream is over. He has to wake up and go to class.