Ben 10 Porn Story: Shotgun Chapter 8

Disclaimer: I do not own Ben 10 or any of its characters. And I still don’t own Sky High, either. Or Disneyland.

That’s right. I put them in Disneyland. And brought back Riney. Not in the same setting, though. I’m listening to Marilyn Manson right now. But you don’t care about that. Fwee! Read Bevin and enjoy!

Guess Whos Back?

Tennyson, watch out!

Ben ducked as a barrage of slime came his way. His teeth ground together in frustration. He was trying to get the Omnitrix to start up again and these constant attacks werent helping the situation.

Gwen, a little cover, please?

Gwen hurled a few balls of energy at some DNAliens facing her. Kinda busy with my own problems, here! But she flung a temporary shield Bens way. But it didnt hold long and soon Ben had to dodge slime again.

Then one of them managed to get close to him. It raised a claw to strike, and then

then suddenly it reeled backwards, squealing like a dying boar, with what looked like thorns lodged in its eye.

Thorns. Why was that so familiar?

Tennyson, behind you! Kevin called; and Ben whirled around, coming face-to-face with a High-Breed. The High-Breed didnt even look at him, though; and fired more thorns from the tips of its claws. The dying boar squeal sounded again a couple more times, letting him know that the thorns had struck.

Do not let your guard down, Ben-Ben Tennyson! the High-Breed snarled at him. But despite the usual disgusted hint every High-Breed had in their voice, Ben smiled.

Riney!

Kevin threw a DNAlien into one of its comrades, looking over at the High-Breed and the cheerful Ben with disbelief. Riney?! What the hell is a Riney?!

Guys, we need to get out of here! Gwen shouted. Therere too many!

I will hold them off, the rumbling voice of the High-Breed told Ben.

Ben hesitated. Be sure to get out safely, he said. And then the rest of the group retreated.

Then there was definitely an explanation to be had.

Since when were you friends with a High-Breed? Kevin demanded. Theyre not the most sociable of species, in case you forgot!

I dont think we can trust him, Ben, Gwen agreed.

Hey, I spent a long time on that desert planet with a High-Breed, remember? Ben prompted them. That was that High-Breed! No other High-Breed would have my back like that. Rineys on our side.

You even have a nickname for him, Kevin grumbled. I cant believe this.

It could be a trick, Gwen pointed out.

I know that it isnt, Ben insisted. Rineys changed. He turned pleading eyes on Kevin. You did.

Kevin melted. It didnt take long, with that look and those words. Damn it. Hes right. He looked at Gwen. Well?

Gwen sighed. WellI guess we can trust him.

Ben smiled.

Keeping Watch

The High-Breedaffectionately dubbed, as he recognized it, Riney by Ben-Ben Tennysonliked to keep close watch on the humans. It was, in part, an automatic thing from his days of hating and distrusting humans. But another part of it was a sense of protectiveness, as a parent would normally have for their offspring, for the human that had changed him. Ben-Ben Tennyson had wanted him to be safe then, when hed had every right to want him dead, and now he wanted the human to be safe.

Which is why he wassuspiciousof this Levin (or Levin Kevin Levin, as hed introduced himself) character.

His motives were impure. The way he looked at Ben-Ben was unacceptable.

Ben-Ben was too innocent to see these things, he knew this much from experience. And the High-Breed had no desire to taint the boy with impure ways of thinking. So for now, he would keep his eyes on the suspicious Levin Kevin Levin and protect Ben-Ben Tennyson from whatever evils he exuded.

No Juice for You

No juice for you!

Kevin stared at Ben incredulously as he walked away. Then he snatched the remaining smoothie on the worktable while Gwen glared at him.

Kevin, she said warningly. Youd better go apologize.

Kevin scowled bitterly as he sipped the smoothie. Why should I? Hes the one bein pissy.

Because, Gwen began slowly, in a manner that sound like she was explaining to a small child (she might as well have been, too, with the way Kevin was acting right now), you and I both know that no juice for you really means, no sex for you. She ended there. Kevin paled.

Yeah, okay, Ill go get him.

Disneyland: First Visit

Kevin was at Disneyland. For the first time ever. At sixteen years old.

What was wrong with this picture?

The cousins had been very insistent about this trip. And Kevin could guess whybefore he had casually mentioned that hed never even spent one day at the happiest place on Earth, the two had been reminiscing about childhood vacations, including their first trip to this accursed place at five.

Five.

Ben had deemed this lack of Disneyland in Kevins life as the reason why he had become a criminal. Now Kevin was considering it to be the reason why he had never actually killed anyone with his bare hands. Because he really wanted to strangle this Goofy character.

No I dont want a picture with Sheriff Goofy! Get the hell away from me you crazy dogthing!

Kevin, Ben scolded, youre scaring the kids.

Well the weirdoes in costumes are scaring me. No mouse is that happy. And that dog looks high. Kevin was frowning. Seriously, Ben, the only thing thats even half fun around here is the shooting gallery. And I ran out of quarters ten minutes ago. He looked around. Wheres Gwen?

She went to load up on fast-passes. Though I wont count on her being back anytime soon. The Jungle Cruise line just went way down.

So its just you and me, huh? Kevin grinned. Okay, getting better. Wheres a good place to make out in this crazy theme park?

Ben blushed. Come on, Kevin, cant you just have fun?

Well, Im trying, but if youre not gonna cooperate

Ben sighed. Oh, all right. But I dont wanna go too far from Gwen, so youll have to put up with singing birds. Kevin growled.

I hate birds.

But he grabbed Ben by the arm and dragged him off to the Tiki Room anyway.

And by the time that was over and they met up with Gwen again, Kevin had already decided that maybe Disneyland wasnt so bad.

Disneyland: Second Visit

The first time they went, Ben and Gwen placed bets on what Kevins favorite ride would be at the end of the day. At the end of that day, though, they only succeeded in discovering that Kevin should never be left alone with any of the costumed characters, that he was too big to fit in the Autopia cars, and that Splash Mountain caused him to involuntarily spark for at least half an hour (this one ended with him and Ben hiding in the bathroom until he stopped zapping anybody unlucky enough to brush up against him).

The second time they went to visit, they got their answer. Ben put his money on Pirates of the Caribbean. It was mostly dark and Ben figured hed get a kick out of the pirate thing. Gwen had been positive that it would be Star Tours; if for nothing else but the speed and the silly robot.

They were both wrong.

Matterhorn. The ride itself not unfathomable, but the reason for liking it made passersby glare disapprovingly and Ben want to hide in a trash bin.

Kevin liked the seating arrangements of the ride. He liked having Ben in his lap.

He said so with a big, obnoxious grin on his face.

And despite the embarrassment on Bens part, they still rode the Matterhorn three times together before going to the Mickey Mouse theater to make out.

It was quieter than the Tiki Room. Kevin was thankful.

Clowns

Long story short, they went to the circus. They thought itd be fun.

Then the clown lost half his face makeup in a pie fight with the dancing monkey, revealing endless bags under the eyes and a giant scar. Ben screamed. And jumped behind Kevin.

Even as they left, he was still clinging to Kevins arm, muttering about how clowns are evil and he had every right to be scared of them when he was ten.

Gwen sighed at him. Ben, you got over that, remember? Zombozo? Ghostfreak? Ring any bells?

Ben pouted in response. Clowns are evil! At that point Kevin managed to wrestle his arm out of Bens grasp and opted to wrap it around the smaller boys shoulders, pulling him close to his side.

Dont worry, Benji. Ill be sure to protect you from those mean, nasty clowns. He was obviously teasing Ben, but Ben didnt notice. Actually, he looked grateful.

Really? You will?

Gwen shook her head. She saw the giant grin on Kevins face. Kevin, dont

Hey, is that the clown?

Aaahh! Save me, Kevin! Ben buried his face in Kevins shirt.

Kevin laughed.

Gwen hit them both over the head.

Auto Shop

A swift knock on the beat-up hood of an old Cadillac alerted the garage to Kevins presence. The teen was an odd sight in the garage without grease and oil stains all over his clothing, but nonetheless, everyone was happy to see him. Well, except for a short blonde kid in the back, who just looked confused.

Kevin! Havent seen you around here in a while. We thought youd quit on us. The man that had spoken had black smudges all over his face, and heavy wrinkles around his eyes. The man smiled a lot. He treated everyone in the garage like family, and they treated him like a father.

Kevin shook his head. Now why would I quit the best job Ive ever had? Besides, I get free auto parts here. He smiled. Ive just been busy lately. Got back into school. But I thought Id drop by and check in on everybody here. Business good?

John tapped the side of the car he was working on with a wrench. Never better, he replied.

Hey, hows your girlfriend? someone called from the back. Kevin looked back at man waggling his eyebrows suggestively. The whole garage laughed.

Quit buttin into peoples personal lives, Sean! John called; though he was chuckling a little himself.

Kevin laughed. Nah, its cool. And my girlfriend is doing great, thanks for asking Sean.

Whats she look like?

Everyone turned to the blonde kid. His curiosity mustve gotten the better of him; but he was shy and turned his eyes to the floor the minute hed said it. Kevin just smirked.

Whos the squirt?

New kid, John answered. Names David. Hired him two days ago.

Kevin got a mischievous look on his face. I see. So you wanna know what my girlfriend looks like, huh, David? Well, shes got the most gorgeous pair of green eyes youll ever see, andyou know what, shell be here any minute. So you can see for yourself. He grinned.

And then: Do you always call me a girl around your auto shop buddies?

Kevin threw an arm around Bens shoulders. Davids jaw dropped and he blushed. The rest of the garage just laughed.

Yeah, well, its sort of an inside joke. Ready to go?

Ben kissed him. Sure.

They walked away together while David was still gaping. John caught a glimpse of his face and smiled.

Yeah, we were all surprised at first, too.

The First Move: Just Ask

Warren, its rude to just bust out and ask them in the middle of the lunchroom like this! Will hissed at his boyfriend. Warren ignored him.

Hey, Levin, Tennyson; got a question for you. The two looked at him, Levin scowling a little.

What dyou want, Peace? Were tryin to eat, here.

Kevin! Ben nudged his boyfriend in the ribs. Would you stop being such a jerk? What is it, Warren?

At his side, Will was muttering threats over and over, If you so much as hint at that question Im going to throw you across the cafeteria!

He wouldnt, Warren thought amusedly as he asked, So who made the first move?

Ben and Kevin looked at each other. Umwhy dyou ask? Kevin frowned at the pyro, who only shrugged.

Well, its just that my friends have been guessing for days and its been driving me absolutely insane. He flashed that two-second grin he had when he was trying to appear at least a little bit amiable. So Id like to get this cleared up once and for all.

Kevin glanced at Will, who had his face in his palm and was shaking his head. Then he flashed the same two-second grin and said, I get it. Okay, then. I made the first move. All good?

Warren nodded; and he and Kevin briefly pounded fists before Warren headed back to the lunch table with Will.

Ben and Kevin went back to eating their lunch.

Much to Warrens dismay, the theories didnt stop with that. With this new information in hand, Layla and Zach traded ideas as to how Kevin could have approached Ben.

Warren wondered if he was ever going to hear the end of it.

This Means War

Gwen looked the spike-covered boy up and down. So youre Pierce. Its nice to meet you. Im Gwen, and this is Kevin. She gestured to the teen next to her who glared at Pierce with suspicion.

What are you doing here, Pierce? Did Grandpa Max send you? Ben seemed so excited about that prospect that he didnt even notice the tinge of pink that crossed Pierces cheeks.

Umyeah. Things are starting to calm down in the Null Void, sohe wanted to send someone up here to help you out. I meanif you needed it. He looked down at his shoes. I volunteered.

Thanks for the offer, porcupine, but were fine without you, Kevin said sharply, earning him a pair of green-eyed glares.

You know we can always use new team members, Ben scolded. And Pierce has tangled with a lot of aliensof course hed be helpful!

Pierce and Kevin stared each other down. It didnt take a genius to figure out why Kevin was standing so close to Ben right now; nor would you have to be a rocket scientist to interpret that blush adorning Pierces face. And for these two, little things like that were asking for a fight.

Pierce crossed his arms over his chest. Thats right Kevin. I would be a very useful addition to your team. So you can just back off.

Kevin growled and his fists clenched. He was ready to fight. Gwen laid a hand on his arm.

Kevin, calm down.

Ben put himself between the two hostile teens, giving them both a glare that stopped them in their tracks. Both of you, stop it now. Kevin, I dont care what your problem is; hes joining our team so youll just have to deal with it. And Pierce, youre supposed to be a levelheaded guy. Helen told me you always kept your team together. So you shouldnt be picking fights either. Understand?

Kevin and Pierce grumbled, but they agreed.

Later on, however, they made it clear to each other that the battle was far from over.

You so much as look at him the wrong way and Ill turn you into my own personal pincushion! Pierce hissed.

Ive got a five-year claim on him, porcupine, Kevin spat back. So if anyones gonna get their ass kicked for makin passes at him, its gonna be you!

Pierce narrowed his eyes. Ill make him mine. I mean it. Im not backing down.

Well, then. Kevin smirked. I guess thismeans war.

Macaroni and Cheese

The smell of processed cheese is not a very romantic or enticing one. Unless youre hungry, that is. But the smell wafting through the kitchen and to the control room somehow made Bens heart beat faster. The smell meant Kevin was home.

As he entered the kitchen, Kevin turned from the stove to smile at Ben.

Macaroni and cheese, he said, raising his mixing spoon. Havent done this in a while, huh?

It has been a long time, Ben agreed. He sat down at the kitchen table.

Wherere the kids?

Asleep.

Ill have to kiss em good night when were done. Kevin soon finished cooking and served the gooey, cheesy meal and sat down with Ben.

Ben smiled into the bowl, not really eating, just reminiscing. Remember when you first made this? Twenty years ago?

Kevin chuckled. Yep. I wanted to surprise you when I came home by making you a romantic dinner. Rose petals, candles, everything.

But all you had was a box of macaroni and cheese. Ben laughed at the memory. But I was so happy to see you it didnt matter to me one bit. He and Kevin smiled warmly at each other.

Who else but me would propose over macaroni and cheese?

Ben chuckled. And who else but me would say yes?

Kevin leaned across the table and kissed him. Had some cheese on your lip. He started to sit back down, but Ben pulled him back for more.

I think you mightve missed some. The kiss this time was deeper and filled with passion renewed after being separated for a long time. When Kevin pulled away, he smiled.

Ben Tennyson, will you stay with me forever?

Ben smiled, too. Yes.

Their macaroni got cold, but they didnt mind.

It was their promises that mattered.

Set eight: END.