Flying Free

“You… don’t have to.. anymore… you’re.. you’re human, not a toy… Please… don’t let them use you…” He sobbed, clutching at the fabric of Kain’s shirt. He just wanted the best for him… the best he could give…

(( I know! These two have feels pouring off of them. We can't seem to do anything other than feels! ))

Kain nodded in response to Cecil’s impatience. Cecil had gone back to being shy again. Walking over to his station, Kain removed the makeup off his face, ganged his clothes, and brushed his hair. Placing everything he had brought back into his bag, he turned to Cecil and said, “You know, you’re actually pretty hot when you have confidence.” Blushing at his comment, Kain led Cecil out the backdoor, looking for any drunks before he even stepped outside.

And then a gruff voice slurred out, “It’s the new whore! How’s about a warm welcome to the city?”

Cecil had smiled and blushed at the comment. He would at least try from now on to stop being so meek and shy. But, he was confused as the slurred, gruff voice said something about Kain. A new whore? Blinking as Kain told him to go home, Cecil started to get mad. That voice…. had made Kain go to him without a second thought.

He was going to use Kain… And Cecil wasn’t going to allow it.

The back door nearly came off its hinges as Cecil slammed it open, pissed at the man to the highest degree. Noting the blond hair, the pissed-off man walked over as calmly as he could before yanking the man away from Kain and throwing said man to the ground, his foot meeting the back of the man’s head, digging into it.

“You listen to me, you fuckass.” Cecil growled, his boot digging into the man’s head. “Lay one hand on him, try to use him as a way to make your sorry-ass life better… I will personally make sure you fucking meet your end. ARE WE FUCKING CLEAR?!”

As soon as Cecil barged out of the door, Kain knew there was going to be trouble. Sure enough, Cecil soon had the man pinned on the ground with his foot on his head and cursing. He knew Cecil could handle the man on his own, but Kain knew it would be hard to pull him out of his rage. In any case, he had to try.

“No… Even if it has, I won’t allow it. You’re my lover. My fucking best friend and I love you. Like hell am I going to let some drunken asshole use you to jack off or to get an easy lay. You’re not some… thing, Kain. You’re human. And to hell with it…” He turned around and smashed his lips up against Kain’s, his eyes shut tight as his body began to shake and tears started to fall.

If Kain had felt any shred of dignity left or had kept any pride, Cecil’s words, kiss, and tears wouldn’t have had the desired effect. No one besides Cecil had ever treated him like a human. He was more like a doll, pretty, different, and lifeless. His stepfather had used that doll to kick around and blame when problems came up. Schoolmates had never fully accepted him, using the doll like a scapegoat for so much. At Chicago, he was once again treated like a doll, a pretty toy someone could easily fuck. It seemed those same principles carried over to Colorado if that drunk was anything to go by.

Humanity was something Kain had lost…until he reunited with Cecil.

“I… just hate it… when… my friends… are used… it… it’s not right….” Cecil said, burying his face in Kain’s chest and letting out a small sob. He was so terrified of being angry… Even just losing it now shook him to the core. That was frightening to him.. and he had never wanted Kain to see him like that. He didn’t want to scare him.

Kain nodded in response to Cecil’s impatience. Cecil had gone back to being shy again. Walking over to his station, Kain removed the makeup off his face, ganged his clothes, and brushed his hair. Placing everything he had brought back into his bag, he turned to Cecil and said, “You know, you’re actually pretty hot when you have confidence.” Blushing at his comment, Kain led Cecil out the backdoor, looking for any drunks before he even stepped outside.

And then a gruff voice slurred out, “It’s the new whore! How’s about a warm welcome to the city?”

Cecil had smiled and blushed at the comment. He would at least try from now on to stop being so meek and shy. But, he was confused as the slurred, gruff voice said something about Kain. A new whore? Blinking as Kain told him to go home, Cecil started to get mad. That voice…. had made Kain go to him without a second thought.

He was going to use Kain… And Cecil wasn’t going to allow it.

The back door nearly came off its hinges as Cecil slammed it open, pissed at the man to the highest degree. Noting the blond hair, the pissed-off man walked over as calmly as he could before yanking the man away from Kain and throwing said man to the ground, his foot meeting the back of the man’s head, digging into it.

“You listen to me, you fuckass.” Cecil growled, his boot digging into the man’s head. “Lay one hand on him, try to use him as a way to make your sorry-ass life better… I will personally make sure you fucking meet your end. ARE WE FUCKING CLEAR?!”

As soon as Cecil barged out of the door, Kain knew there was going to be trouble. Sure enough, Cecil soon had the man pinned on the ground with his foot on his head and cursing. He knew Cecil could handle the man on his own, but Kain knew it would be hard to pull him out of his rage. In any case, he had to try.

“No… Even if it has, I won’t allow it. You’re my lover. My fucking best friend and I love you. Like hell am I going to let some drunken asshole use you to jack off or to get an easy lay. You’re not some… thing, Kain. You’re human. And to hell with it…” He turned around and smashed his lips up against Kain’s, his eyes shut tight as his body began to shake and tears started to fall.

If Kain had felt any shred of dignity left or had kept any pride, Cecil's words, kiss, and tears wouldn't have had the desired effect. No one besides Cecil had ever treated him like a human. He was more like a doll, pretty, different, and lifeless. His stepfather had used that doll to kick around and blame when problems came up. Schoolmates had never fully accepted him, using the doll like a scapegoat for so much. At Chicago, he was once again treated like a doll, a pretty toy someone could easily fuck. It seemed those same principles carried over to Colorado if that drunk was anything to go by.

Humanity was something Kain had lost...until he reunited with Cecil.

Kain nodded in response to Cecil’s impatience. Cecil had gone back to being shy again. Walking over to his station, Kain removed the makeup off his face, ganged his clothes, and brushed his hair. Placing everything he had brought back into his bag, he turned to Cecil and said, “You know, you’re actually pretty hot when you have confidence.” Blushing at his comment, Kain led Cecil out the backdoor, looking for any drunks before he even stepped outside.

And then a gruff voice slurred out, “It’s the new whore! How’s about a warm welcome to the city?”

Cecil had smiled and blushed at the comment. He would at least try from now on to stop being so meek and shy. But, he was confused as the slurred, gruff voice said something about Kain. A new whore? Blinking as Kain told him to go home, Cecil started to get mad. That voice…. had made Kain go to him without a second thought.

He was going to use Kain… And Cecil wasn’t going to allow it.

The back door nearly came off its hinges as Cecil slammed it open, pissed at the man to the highest degree. Noting the blond hair, the pissed-off man walked over as calmly as he could before yanking the man away from Kain and throwing said man to the ground, his foot meeting the back of the man’s head, digging into it.

“You listen to me, you fuckass.” Cecil growled, his boot digging into the man’s head. “Lay one hand on him, try to use him as a way to make your sorry-ass life better… I will personally make sure you fucking meet your end. ARE WE FUCKING CLEAR?!”

As soon as Cecil barged out of the door, Kain knew there was going to be trouble. Sure enough, Cecil soon had the man pinned on the ground with his foot on his head and cursing. He knew Cecil could handle the man on his own, but Kain knew it would be hard to pull him out of his rage. In any case, he had to try.

Kain continued dancing around the stage until he decided to crawl to another table. Spotting one out of the corner of his eye, he smirked despite himself and repeated his actions until he got to the table. That’s when his heart dropped. Sitting at the table, staring back at him, was Cecil. Despite wanting to run backstage and hide in his dressing room, he pulled himself together and continued the act. Acting like he was another member of the audience, Kain hopped up onto the table and crawled over to Cecil, placing the fedora on Cecil’s head and planting a kiss on Cecil’s lips. With a wink, Kain made his way to the stage, and after a while longer, the show ended. As soon as he was offstage, Kain raced to his dressing room and locked the door behind him before breaking down into tears.

Cecil had stopped the man sitting beside him from slapping Kain’s ass, putting the fedira on the table as everyone was shuffling out or going to get more drinks. Getting up himself, he glanced around and snuck backstage, looking for the place where Kain would be. It had nearly gotten him thrown out but… He wanted to see him.

Stopping at a door, he took a breath and knocked befire trying to open the door. It was locked. Strange. He knocked again, clearing his throat and forcing down his meek personality… This was the man he loved… Why wasn’t he opening the door?

“I’m not asking you to quit, Kain. You can keep doing it. I don’t mind it at all! There’s only one catch, though~” Having finally shoved his meet personality down just for this, Cecil gave Kain a wink and lifted his chin, kissing him directly on the lips. Pulling away after a moment, he smiled. “You have to at least let me have a private show! Now, cheer up! It’s not the end of the world!” With that, he hugged him.

“And don’t be mad at yourself. Or else I’ll make sure to find ways to make you see yourself differently, got it? Now… what say you to some food? Huh?”

Kain was utterly surprised by Cecil’s reaction. It definitely wasn’t what he expected a man who found out his boyfriend was virtually a stripper to act like. The situation turned even more shocking when Kain’s head was lifted and his lips were kissed. When had Cecil become so confident? Either way his words pleased Kain, the blonde letting off a full smile.

Kain nodded in response to Cecil's impatience. Cecil had gone back to being shy again. Walking over to his station, Kain removed the makeup off his face, ganged his clothes, and brushed his hair. Placing everything he had brought back into his bag, he turned to Cecil and said, "You know, you're actually pretty hot when you have confidence." Blushing at his comment, Kain led Cecil out the backdoor, looking for any drunks before he even stepped outside.

And then a gruff voice slurred out, "It's the new whore! How's about a warm welcome to the city?"

Kain continued dancing around the stage until he decided to crawl to another table. Spotting one out of the corner of his eye, he smirked despite himself and repeated his actions until he got to the table. That’s when his heart dropped. Sitting at the table, staring back at him, was Cecil. Despite wanting to run backstage and hide in his dressing room, he pulled himself together and continued the act. Acting like he was another member of the audience, Kain hopped up onto the table and crawled over to Cecil, placing the fedora on Cecil’s head and planting a kiss on Cecil’s lips. With a wink, Kain made his way to the stage, and after a while longer, the show ended. As soon as he was offstage, Kain raced to his dressing room and locked the door behind him before breaking down into tears.

Cecil had stopped the man sitting beside him from slapping Kain’s ass, putting the fedira on the table as everyone was shuffling out or going to get more drinks. Getting up himself, he glanced around and snuck backstage, looking for the place where Kain would be. It had nearly gotten him thrown out but… He wanted to see him.

Stopping at a door, he took a breath and knocked befire trying to open the door. It was locked. Strange. He knocked again, clearing his throat and forcing down his meek personality… This was the man he loved… Why wasn’t he opening the door?

“I’m not asking you to quit, Kain. You can keep doing it. I don’t mind it at all! There’s only one catch, though~” Having finally shoved his meet personality down just for this, Cecil gave Kain a wink and lifted his chin, kissing him directly on the lips. Pulling away after a moment, he smiled. “You have to at least let me have a private show! Now, cheer up! It’s not the end of the world!” With that, he hugged him.

“And don’t be mad at yourself. Or else I’ll make sure to find ways to make you see yourself differently, got it? Now… what say you to some food? Huh?”

Kain was utterly surprised by Cecil's reaction. It definitely wasn't what he expected a man who found out his boyfriend was virtually a stripper to act like. The situation turned even more shocking when Kain's head was lifted and his lips were kissed. When had Cecil become so confident? Either way his words pleased Kain, the blonde letting off a full smile.

Kain continued dancing around the stage until he decided to crawl to another table. Spotting one out of the corner of his eye, he smirked despite himself and repeated his actions until he got to the table. That’s when his heart dropped. Sitting at the table, staring back at him, was Cecil. Despite wanting to run backstage and hide in his dressing room, he pulled himself together and continued the act. Acting like he was another member of the audience, Kain hopped up onto the table and crawled over to Cecil, placing the fedora on Cecil’s head and planting a kiss on Cecil’s lips. With a wink, Kain made his way to the stage, and after a while longer, the show ended. As soon as he was offstage, Kain raced to his dressing room and locked the door behind him before breaking down into tears.

Cecil had stopped the man sitting beside him from slapping Kain’s ass, putting the fedira on the table as everyone was shuffling out or going to get more drinks. Getting up himself, he glanced around and snuck backstage, looking for the place where Kain would be. It had nearly gotten him thrown out but… He wanted to see him.

Stopping at a door, he took a breath and knocked befire trying to open the door. It was locked. Strange. He knocked again, clearing his throat and forcing down his meek personality… This was the man he loved… Why wasn’t he opening the door?