Ben 10 Porn Story: Shotgun Chapter 5

Disclaimer: I do not own Ben 10 or any of its characters. Sucks.

I apologize for the lateness of this update, but as some of you may know, the login for this website was down for some time. The next update will still come on this coming Sunday, however, despite the fact that this one is going up on Tuesday.

One of these is not a Bevin drabble, because it was for a contest and I was trying to broaden my horizons, so instead it is Albedo/Ben. This is the only one I’ve written, however; the rest are all Bevin. Two of them were based on movies. If you can guess which ones, you get a cookie. Enjoy.

Cell Phone

Gwen didnt know why she was doing it. She told herself she was just bored and a little curious. Some people would call it suspicious. But for whatever reason, Gwen found herself scrolling down Kevins recent call list.

Ben.

Ben.

Ben.

Ben.

Ben.

Ben.

Gwen.

Ben.

Gwen.

John.

Gwen.

Ben.

Ben.

Ben.

She was frowning when Kevin slid into the car.

You sure call Ben a lot, she said. Startled, Kevin looked at her.

Youre going through my calls? He snatched his phone from her, irritated. What the hell, Gwen?

You were taking a long time, Gwen replied, not looking at him. I was bored.

So you go through my phone. I cant believe this. Kevin grumbled to himself, pocketing his phone. He wasnt looking at her either.

The air seemed to get thicker.

He was the first one you called beforewhen you went to investigate that DNAlien facility.

Yeah, so?

So, why? Gwen looked over at him. Why him and not me? I thought

you thought wrong, Kevin interrupted. I dont have much history with you, Gwen. Not enough for that.

Gwens eyes, saddened, drifted down to her lap. I see She paused. But you have enough with him.

Five years worth, Kevin replied. And its a strong, solid history.

I see.

Silence took over again.

Ben slid into the backseat about five minutes later.

Hey, you two, whats up? His enthusiasm was met with zero response. Guys?

Kevin started up the car.

The drive was silent.

The Ruffian

Ben knew it was inappropriate, but he couldnt help it. There were just so many instances in that day where he wanted to jump Kevin on the spot.

As Humongousaur, it was easy to stave off that desire after hearing Kevin say, Do yo thang, in that sexy voice of his. He had other things to worry about, and besides, he wouldnt want to crush poor Kevin. He was even okay after hearing his mom call Kevin a ruffian (which was just so cute that it made him really want to have Kevin right then and there).

It was less easy when he was in normal form. Watching a wet Kevin climb up onto the dock made for a suddenly very uncomfortable pair of pants. Luckily, his parents didnt seem to notice.

The sexy smirk as Kevin teased him didnt help, of course. The older boys eyes pierced his and clearly said, Later, Ill have you all to myself.

Youre right, Mom, Ben said, hes a ruffian.

He was grinning when he said it. But hes my ruffian, he thought.

Father-Son Bonding

Some fathers bonded with their sons through baseball, or cars, or the shooting range. But not Bens father.

He bonded with his son through alien fighting.

Hey, Dad?

Yes, son?

Ben, in Jetray form, fired a few blasts at a charging DNAlien. Umcan I ask you a question?

Fire away, Ben, Carl replied, doing some firing of his own from the bazooka.

Right. Umwellon your left, Dad! Carl heeded his sons warning and Ben continued, Kevinskind of asked me to check out an alien sighting with himalone.

I see. And youre worriedoh, no you dont! He swung the bazooka like a bat and managed to club another alien over the head. and youre worried about what that means.

Ben changed into Swampfire and began throwing fireballs at the DNAliens. The rays just werent cutting it. Im worried about what it means to him, he admitted to his father. Im half afraid it means nothing and Ill make a fool of myself in front of him and half afraid it means something and hell expect me to do something about it!

Well, Ben, the best advice any father can give to his son is just be yourself, Carl told him. Hes stayed around you this long; I dont think hes going anywhere. Wiping sweat from his brow, Carl slung the bazooka over his shoulder. Ben changed back into himself.

The two surveyed the scene. DNAliens lying in slime, completely knocked out, everywhere.

Carl smiled. I think this was a successful outing, dont you?

Ben smiled, too. Yeah. And thanks for the advice, Dad.

Anytime, son.

Cold Eyes

I finally came for you, Ben Tennyson.

How could eyes a fiery red send chills down his spine? They glittered at him, blood-stained icicles in a dark, imprisoning cave. This wasnt the same Albedo he remembered.

He licked his dry lips and opened his mouth to speak, but his twisted counterpart interrupted. Wondering where you are? I recently emptied a Forever Knights castle and transformed it into my very own dungeon. I thought it would be appropriate for ourreunion.

Dungeon? Ben made a move to sit up and heard the clanking of chains around his feet. He was tethered to the floor. Suddenly Albedo had become much more threatening. Whywhy did you bring me here?

Grinning like a child with a new toy, Albedo knelt down to Bens level, and without warning grabbed his face. Why? I vowed revenge. For the shame you thrust upon me, you deserve the same.

Ben struggled, attempting to wrench himself free of Albedos grasp. But the double had gotten stronger, or perhaps he had gotten weaker; but either way he could not get free. Albedo came closer, his eyes piercing Bens harshly, his breath rolling over Bens skin intrusively.

Bens hair stood on end as Albedos hands left his face and slid down the column of his throat. He shuddered. Albedos invasive fingers traveled lower, and though he was no longer being pulled forward, Ben could not seem to back away.

His body gave a violent jolt as one of those roaming hands reached his navel. The fingers crept past the waistband of his pants and teased the flesh there. Ben stared wide-eyed at Albedo, who leaned in closer still, his eyes glinting. He whispered in Bens ear

I plan to make you feel as wretched in your own body as I do. Just as filthy. Just as disgusting. Ill make you wish you could tear your own flesh apart, just to escape the vile sensation of being completelyhelplesslyhuman.

Ben remained silent, trembling, terrified. Albedo unexpectedly nipped his ear, causing his body to jolt again.

And then Albedo rose, his hands falling away from Bens shaking form, smirking.

Albedos eyes glinted again; cruel, cold. I am glad we had this chat, he said.

Then he left Ben alone, the image of blood-red ice fixed in his mind.

Cold Hands

Playful, giggling like an idiot, Kevin placed his steel-covered hands on the back of Bens neck. The unsuspecting fifteen-year-old jumped about a foot in the air.

Kevin! Not cool!

Correction: very cool. Ice-cold, Kevin replied cheekily, wiggling his fingers. Ben frowned at him, rubbing the back of his neck.

Dont be an ass. Whyd you sneak up on me like that, anyway?

Kevin shrugged. Just wanted to see you jump. Youre cute when youre all flustered like that.

Ben rolled his eyes. Yeah, thats a sure-fire way to my heart, you big doofus. Why dont you just shove a snowball down my shirt?

Kevin chuckled, and reached out, his still-cold hands gently cupping Bens face. Ben winced.

Goddammit, youre cold. Youre not kissing me like this.

Without a word, Kevin dropped the steel covering and leaned down for his kiss.

Ben inwardly laughed.

Kevins hands were still cold.

Cold Feet

Kevin paced the room. Gwen watched him in amusement. Shed never seen him so nervous. For the past forty-five minutes Kevin had been muttering to himself, running his fingers through his hair, biting his lip; all while wearing out the carpet.

He had paused several times in the midst of his pacing, though only to go through the same banter with Gwen every time.

I cant do this. I just cant. I swear he only said yes because he felt sorry for me. I wont go. I cant do it.

Gwen sighed. Kevin, really, I know my cousin. Hes a nice guy but hes not that generous. He likes you. A lot. For five years hes liked you. A lot. Dont quit on that now just because youre nervous.

This dates gonna be awful, and hes never gonna want to see me again, ever. I cant do this, Gwen. I suck at it.

You havent even tried it yet; dont say that. Gwen placed both hands on Kevins shoulders and looked him right in the eye. Kevin, look at me. I want you to take a deep breath. Kevin did so. Relax. Kevin attempted to. Repeat after me: This date will go fine.

Kevin made a face. This date will go fine, he grumbled.

Ben likes me. I like Ben. There is nothing to worry about.

Ben likes me. I like Ben. There is nothing to worry about. Kevin didnt look very assured as he repeated it, though. He looked more like a petulant child that had been forced to apologize to somebody.

Gwen patted his shoulders. There. Now, go on and pick him up. Youre already twenty minutes late; dont make him wait.

Yeah, yeah Kevin grumbled all the way out the door. He still wasnt convinced.

Gwen shook her head and picked up the phone, quickly dialing her cousin. Ben? Yeah, hes on his way. Dont be nervous, the date will go fine. She paused and sighed. Okay, Ben, I want you to take a deep breath

Cold Heart

Kevin Levin decided at eleven years old that he would never trust anyone. Not since Ben Tennyson betrayed him, turned him into a monster and then banished him to the Null Void. Since then, Kevins only trusted one person: himself. He didnt need anyone, and no one would ever need him.

The Null Void still got lonely. And he often found himself wandering from place to place with a hollow feeling in his chest. A heavy weight.

It was one span of time, perhaps a week, after hed finally shed his mutated form that he came across that old Galvan and a fire. Hed planned to pass the geezer without a word or a second glance, but the old man spoke up.

Youre frozen to the bone, boy. Come here by the fire. Strange words, really. The temperature in the Null Void remained neutral as usual; neither hot nor cold. He couldnt understand why the old man would say such a thing. But he sat down anyway, curiosity getting the better of him.

What dyou mean by that, old man?

The Galvan spared him a glance, and then went back to staring at the fire. I could feel the chill coming off you for miles. If I didnt know any better, boy, Id say you were made of ice.

Youre talkin nonsense, old man, Kevin scoffed. Im not cold.

But something in you has frozen, the old Galvan replied. Startled, Kevin stared at him. The old man smiled. Ah, there we go. You understand, even if you dont want to. Youve shut your heart away. It cant get any light, so its frozen.

Kevin continued to stare at him. Howhow could you know that?

People are more transparent than they realize. He poked at the fire, and the flames crackled. Just takes an open mind to see what the heart reveals. He looked at Kevin, seeming to ponder something for a moment. But youll understand that later. For now, its your heart that needs to open up.

Kevin glowered. Why should it? Ill only get betrayed again.

Not if you do whats right. Whats necessary. Jabbing the stick hed been using to poke the fire at Kevin, the old Galvan continued authoritatively, You need to find him again. And start admitting to yourself how you really feel.

Startled again, this time Kevin rose to his feet. He was angry; an old wound was opening that hed taken such care to close. You dont know how I feel!

I know you would have stolen the moon right out of the Earth sky for him, boy, the old man said matter-of-factly. And if it came down to it, you still would. Face it, boy, you couldnt cram enough hate in that heart of yours to cover an inch of what you feel. Its a lost cause. Give it up.

Kevin stayed angry for several minutes while the old man, unconcerned, went back to prodding at the fire. But after those several minutes, he realized that it was time to let go. The old man was right.

He settled himself down by the fire. The heaviness was gone, and he could feel the warmth.

I Thought I Lost You

This was it. He was going to die.

Left arm, broken. Vision, quickly blurring, due to far too much smoke inhalation. Omnitrix, recharging. At a time like this. When he really needed it. He was really going to die.

Ben stumbled through the wreckage of the burning factory, where Ben had ambushed a hive of DNAliens (granted, that wasnt a smart idea, usually, but he hadnt much choice. Kevin had disappeared weeks ago, and himself and Gwen had split up trying to find him).Hed gotten into a bit of a skirmish (translation: a full-on brawl, Humongousaur style, which explains the broken left arm) with the Highbreed leader. At some point, the Highbreed decided that the factory wasnt worth the fight, and as a last maneuver, had the whole thing burned. The Omnitrix had chosen that time to clock out, leaving Ben in the midst of quickly piling rubble.

The fire spread to whatever fell, licks of flame latching on like monkeys jumping around in the trees. Ben was surrounded, losing oxygen as the fire drank it up, losing strength because of it, losing consciousness because the exhaustion was just too much.

He collapsed onto the ground, hopeless now. He was going to die.

I dont think so, Tennyson. Youre not dyin on me.

Bens eyes flickered open and he craned his neck upward.

He was relieved. He wasnt going to die.

One arm stretched out, reaching for his safety, for his steel-covered Kevin who carefully scooped Ben up into his arms. Exhausted and so, so relieved, Ben clung to him.

Thank God. Ive been looking everywhere for you. Ben settled into Kevins arms comfortably, knowing that now he could relax; he was safe now. You knowI thought for a whileId lost you.

Yeah, Kevin said softly. Same here. He held Ben close. Now lets get outta here.

Ben still clung to him even after they were safely out of the building. He didnt think hed ever let go again.

As You Wish

With official hero-work came a lot of stress for Ben. A sense of urgency. It didnt surprise anyone that he got snappy sometimes; barking orders as though he were a general, patrolling at all hours of the night, tracking down even the vaguest-sounding signs of DNAlien activity.

It surprised him, personally, that Kevin was just taking it all in stride. And it kind of annoyed him. Which ended up making him harder on Kevin.

But no matter how much Ben snapped at him, for some reason all he said was, As you wish, in that smooth, casual way of his, with a wave of his hand, like it was no big deal.

Kevin, see if you can get any tips on this new hives location.

As you wish.

Kevin, go pick up Gwen and meet me at Wallford Street. I want to see you both there in half an hour.

As you wish.

That was all he ever said. It was confusing and infuriating, but at the same time it caused a strange stirring in his heart. A warm feeling, which made him wonder if he was missing something important.

And then one day he realized that when Kevin said As you wish, what he really meant was, I love you.

It was then that he realized that he loved Kevin back.

One evening, when the stress of the day had finally dissipated, when things were calm for the moment, Ben saw Kevin start to leave. They were alone. No opportunity could be more perfect than this.

Kevin!

Kevin turned around, raising a brow. Ben grasped at fading words, trying to find something to say.

He opened his mouth. Uhgo see a movie with me?

Kevin smiled. As you wish.

Catching Up

Max Tennyson looked into his grandsons eyes, which glowed with the fire and also with joy at being reunited with his grandfather, of course. There was an inner peace there, a strong new sense of maturity that he had never seen before.

Ben had grown so much, he could see it.

Howve you and Gwen been, Ben? he asked quietly.

Weve been all right, I guess. Ben smiled. Gwens really developed her powers. Specially since we met Grandma, anyway. Ben smiled slyly, and Max chuckled.

How is Verdona?

Completely off her rocker, Ben replied, making Max chuckle again. But Im pretty sure she means well.

Always did. But she sure is a free spirit, your grandmother. Max paused. Andhows Kevin?

A faint blush tinted Bens cheeks, lasting only a few seconds. But it was there, and it was enough for Max to see that Ben was still attached to that boy, even after five years.

He, uhhes beena big help. Hes stronger than ever, and hes happy to be a Plumber. Ben smiled fondly, lost in a cloud of happy thoughts. Hes doing so well for himself.

Must make you pretty proud, huh?

Ben looked up; there was that blush again. Umwell, I guess so. Yeah, Im proud of him. Hes come a long way from being a con.

There was silence between them, mostly because Max wanted his grandson to stew in his answer for a while. It seemed unfinished somehow.

You know, he began after a while, Kevin was your friend before he was anything else, wasnt he?

The blush intensified. Y-yeah. He was. I remember.

How about now?

Max hadnt thought it was possible, but the blush got redder still. Wellyeah. S-sort of

Another silence. Was it cruel of a grandfather to enjoy watching his grandson squirm with embarrassment?

After a while, Max stood up. Well. We should get to planning.

Ben stood up, grateful for the change of subject. He was still red in the face, though. Right. Lets do that.

And with that, Max thumped Ben on the shoulder. Im glad we go to catch up.

Set five: END.