Ben 10 Porn Story: Cold Comfort – Chapter 4

Chapter
Four

A/N:
Wow, sorry for such a long wait but I was really busy with my Mum
recovering from a hip operation and
organizing stuff for my upcoming migration to Uni, plus Im just an
idle bitch anyway XD

But
anyway to anyone whos still reading (^^;) heres the next
chapter! And dont worry I WILL finish this fic, but I make no
promises over how long it will take. Im a slow writer :B

To
all those who took the time to review THANK YOU! Again it was you
guys that made me get off my fat ass and write, this chapter is
dedicated to you guys.

Disclaimer:
Vilgax blew up the disclaimer telling you that if I was even close to
owning Ben 10: Alien Force it would only be allowed to air on
Adult Swim after 9:00 due to gratuitous amounts of yaoi! :D

—

The
drive back from the plant
was relatively uneventful; Max and Gwen quizzed Ben on what had
happened to the two teens down in the cavern. Kevin was being
extremely uncommunicative, staring hard at the road so Ben had
answered the best he could. When he recalled how he had been knocked
out and saved by Kevin Gwen had turned in her seat and given the
ex-con a radiant smile as well as reaching over to give his arm an
affectionate squeeze a light blush glowing on her cheeks as she did
so.

At
any other time Kevin would have been thrilled by her gesture, but now
all he felt was sickeningly guilty. Max had insisted on giving the
two of them a thorough medical check-up when they got back to the
rustbucket, so hed probably find out what had caused the Ben to
behave so strangely, but what was his excuse? He remembered a couple
of bad times and decided to screw his ill team mate to distract
himself? It was sick, he
was
sick.

Gripping
the steering wheel hard enough to make the leather creak, the Kevin
stared at the road and said nothing as the other three continued to
happily chatter behind him. They were less than a metre away but to
him they might has well have been right across the galaxy.

—

Ben
flopped back onto his bed with a sigh of pure contentment, curling
his toes into the soft duvet cover.

He
was glad to be home, the mission had been a bit of a bust seeing as
none of them had managed to find out anything useful, just a bunch of
loose ends. It had been cool to see a member of one of his old forms
though, very nostalgic even if she had been a bit unsociable

Stretching
out his aching muscles the teen stared at the ceiling thoughtfully.
Hed told Grampa about the female Volann and her clutch and the old
Plumber had promised to look into the list of files of registered
alien inhabitants of Earth. If they discovered the female was, pardon
the pun, an illegal alien, a group of Plumbers would be called in to
investigate and, hopefully, send her and her offspring safely home.

Max
and Gwen on the other hand had told them about the oily factory
manager and how they were going to return the next day and try and
dig up some more about him and his operation and see if their
suspicions were founded. Ben expected Kevin to flip out when the
Manna-wielder had described the way he behaved towards her, but to
his surprise the older teen had only grimaced slightly before
continuing to glare at the road like it had personally insulted him.

Kevin.
If someone had told him five years ago that Kevin Levin would one day
save his life and take care of him while he was unconscious, Ben
would have laughed outright at them, but nowBen couldnt help
smiling to himself, sure he and Kevin hadnt started on the best of
terms, but now they had become allies, more than that probably they
had become friends and more importantly Ben knew now that he could
trust Kevin, Kevin would never do anything to harm him again.

With
these pleasant thoughts settling over his brain like a warm blanket,
the Xenomorph was just on the point of drifting off to sleep when he
heard a series of thumps coming from the attic above him. He groaned
good-naturedly and swung his jean clad legs over the side of the bed,
Ship knew he was home, (the little Metamorph seemed to have an
omniscient sense of where Ben was at all times) wanted his attention
and wouldnt quit until he got it.

After
the incident with Julie the little shape shifter had moved in with
her, but soon went AWOL again. Max had told the anxious girl not to
worry, apparently it was Ships nature to want to explore his new
planet and sniff out its level of technology, so they hadnt given
him that much thought. That was, until his Ben, Gwen and Max had come
home to the Rustbucket to discover the little blob eagerly exploring
(i.e. wrecking) the place like a kid in a sweet shop.

Trying
to catch Ship had proved difficult as the little alien had already
dismantled most of Maxs Plumber gear and simply slipped into
another piece of machinery whenever his three pursuers got to close,
enjoying this new game immensely. Eventually they cornered him in the
bathroom where the little Metamorph was rotating lazily on the
ceiling fan. Max had gone after him with the most advanced piece of
tech he had left; a broom, which had been quickly grabbed by one of
the metal tentacles the ceiling fan had sprouted. Squashed in the
tiny room there had been a few minutes of confused struggling in
which everyone got hit a lot with the broom before Gwen finally
managed to collar the slippery creature with a ring of Manna and push
him down into her cousins chest. Ship, tired from the fun game,
had calmed down then and snuggled up against Bens tee, green eye
closing happily.

Deciding
it was best that they return him to Julie, the three had tried
stuffing Ship in a containment capsule and began heading to her
house. Unfortunately at this point Ship had decided this just wasnt
on. He chirped and beeped indignantly, squashing his form up against
the glass and pulling strange shapes to show his displeasure. Feeling
sorry for him, Gwen had suggested Ben hold the alien in his lap
instead of keeping him cooped in the capsule. After a short argument
Ben acquiesced and Ship had quieted again, burrowing as close as
possible to him like an extremely odd affectionate puppy.

They
arrived at Julies house and tried to hand Ship over, but the
little Metamorph had been reluctant to leave Bens arms, wrapping
liquid metal tendrils round the teen and cooing pathetically when
Julie tried to take him. Hating to see her pet unhappy, the girl had
suggested maybe Ship was missing Ben (it had been a long time since
he saw him) and if the young Xenomorph didnt mind, maybe Ship
could stay with him for a while? The break from constantly hiding
Ship from her parents and neighbors would not be unwelcome either,
Julie adored Ship but he was a huge handful at the best of times.
After a bit of persuasion Ben had agreed, not that hed admit it
but hed missed Ship too despite the little alien being more
trouble than a bag of Vilgaxes. Julies radiant beam hadnt hurt
either.

So
for now Ship was an (unknown to his parents) houseguest of the
Tennyson family. He spent the time when Ben wasnt around playing
with the large accumulation of old junk in the attic and the rest of
the time winding around Bens shoulders like some bizarre cat,
chirping happily.

As
soon as Ben opened and poked his head through the trapdoor that led
to the attic he was greeted with a face full of very enthusiastic
Ship, the little alien letting out quick high bleeps of excitement.

Calm
down buddy Ive only be gone a couple of hours, not years! Ben
laughed good-naturedly. Hed grown quite fond of the little alien
in the time theyd already spent together. Once you got past his
odd alien exterior and curious urge to dismantle every bit of tech in
site, Ship was downright cuddly.

Casting
a quick eye into the gloom to make sure Ships playing with
the old stuff hadnt created anything too dangerous, thankfully
only what looked like a toaster oven on top of a tarantula today,
before heading back to his room. He crashed back down on his bed,
Ship flowing off his shoulders to explore his lamp, and once again
shut his eyes.

It
wasnt such a bad life he had all in all was it?

This
time with no disturbances he was asleep in moments.

—

Lying
on his back under
his car, Kevin couldnt be further from peacefully falling asleep.
Once they had arrived back and hed dropped the Tennysons off, the
dark teen had gone straight to work on his Camaro, trying to quieten
his raging thoughts with the intense concentration the job usually
bestowed on him.

Usually
tending his precious car drove all other scrubbed all other thoughts
from his brain, but today for the first time ever it hadnt worked.
God how could he? Just how?!
He
could hardly believe he had been capable of it in that
situation if you know what he meant

Unwillingly
an image of Ben sprawled out in front of him jumped to the front of
his mind; the young heros skin slick with sweat, eyes bright with
need

Shit!
He
was hard as a rock. Again.

Trying
to push the unwanted memory away again, Kevin thought about Gwen, in
her white dress, shell blue bikini, nothing at all. But as with
working on his car, for the first time Kevin just couldnt make his
fantasy of Gwen work. Her hair kept darkening from bright red to
chocolate brown, her hands to long, face too angular

Suddenly
furious Kevin flexed his bicep and hurled the wrench hed been
using across the room hearing it skitter across the concrete before
slamming with a loud clang! into the garage door.

Now
really Kevin what did that wrench ever do to you? a familiar and
slightly amused voice called from the doorway. Sliding out from under
his car, Kevin recognized Max standing against the afternoons
backdrop of sunlight. The old Plumber was still smiling but had
quirked up one eyebrow
in question. Kevin cursed his temper, it hadnt been two hours yet
and already the old guy suspected something was up with him!
Declining to answer, he got up and retrieved the tool. The end was
slightly bent.

Like
you?an
evil little voice cackled in his brain.

Shut
up!
he growled back mentally.

As
Kevin was having his little mental chat, Max had wandered over to the
car and was casting an experienced eye under the bonnet.

I
suspected as much. He said after a moment.

What?
Kevin answered breaking his vow of silence.

Ive
never seen your fuel gage drop below three quarters, a little Galvan
technology can work wonders on a cars fuel intake cant it?

Mmm.
Kevin grunted absently, still making a show of examining the bent
wrench. He hated how Max always seemed able to work stuff out in a
blink without Kevin even realising hed noticed it. He forced
himself to calm down so the old guy was sharp, that didnt mean
hed guess.

I
use much the same methods on the Rustbucket, my superiors werent
always happy about it but I never really saw the harm.

Kevin
merely grunted again and went back under his car; at least the geezer
couldnt see his face down there if he insisted on talking.

Max
frowned
once Kevin could only see his feet. He knew something was up with the
teen, he had been radiating tension and fear ever since theyd
rescued them from the cavern and he wanted to help him. Max had
learned a long time ago that holding grudges against those who were
genuinely trying to better themselves was a shameful ideal. Though
the ex-con had once been a dangerous enemy Max was now willing to
welcome him as a friend. Realising he wouldnt get any further
trying to engage the young mutant in car topics, the Plumber tried
another approach.

Finally
deciding the direct approach would be best for the blunt young man,
Max sat on the table edge and began to speak;

Kevin,
I know you and I are not very close and I hope that we can change
that some day, but I want you to know if you ever have a problem Ill
always try to help solve it the best I can.

The
young mutants body tensed but he didnt pause in his work.
Sighing slightly the old man heaved himself up and headed out of the
gloomy garage, but not before giving the teen a reassuring pat on the
knee.

Holding
up a hand to shield his eyes at the sudden bright light, Max turned
to begin the walk home. He knew persuading Kevin to accept his
guidance would be an uphill struggle from the go; the boy had been
shunned and hated for so long it would take time and a lot of effort
before he would truly open himself up to anyone, even Gwen hadnt
been truly able to crack the hard shell around his heart.

And
yet if he was willing to try, the old man was glad to respond in
kind.

—

Kevin
listened to Maxs retreating footsteps and then, when he was sure
the Plumber had gone, scrambled out from under the car before leaning
on it closing his eyes and letting out a long breath he hadnt
realised hed been holding.

He
didnt doubt Maxs good intentions; hed grown up from the
hunted preteen that saw nothing but ill will in all those around him
if only a little. He knew the Plumber truly wanted to help him.

But
how could Kevin accept that help now?

If
Max knew what hed done to his grandson, hed not only be
unwilling to help Kevin, hed probably want to kill him.

Not
to mention Gwen, Kevin didnt want to think about that.

Leaning
back even further so he was half lying on the cars cold unyielding
metal, the dark mutant sighed again.

All
he could do now was hope his miserable secret stayed just that.

End
of Chapter Four

A/N:
Another one down, and hopefully another one up soon. Oh dear how
often have I said (lied) about that already?

Ship
is so cute I had to bring him back! ^-^ Julie is far too bland to own
him so expect unnecessary amounts of Shippy goodness in this fic.
Haha I made a pun as well XD

Also
if whoever owns Alien Force screws up the next series there
will be HELL TO PAY!! Or at least as much Hell as a penniless student
with a broken toaster can bring.

Thats
all for now yall, peace.