✿ BL scene. Skip if you're not comfortable ✿

Kyle visibly jerked, taken completely by surprise.

Randall saw this and moved forward, placing his hands on the wall beside Kyle's shoulders, effectively trapping Kyle.

Randall looked at the young boy that bore such an uncanny resemblance to Dean, and his heart beat faster at that thought. He saw the redness in the boy's eyes and knew that the boy had been crying.

Why?

Was he struggling so hard the past few weeks that he just broke down tonight?

Was being 'Kyle' so hard?

Randall leaned forward, and took a long, deep breath at Kyle's neck.

His eyes fluttered closed, his heart was full as the all-too-familiar smell of Dean wafted into his nose.

This is it. This is him.

There was no longer any doubt in Randall's mind.

No matter how much Kyle would deny it, no two people had the same smell. Randall felt those hands on his chest, trying to push him away but he held firm.

"Dean," he said breathlessly into Kyle's ear, "I finally found you."

"No," Kyle hissed, feeling frustrated at being caught when he was at his weakest.

His senses had not dulled but his reaction did.

That's how he found himself in this predicament. Randall's strong aura also affected him, and Kyle experienced for the first time, how such an oppressive aura could freeze and weaken someone.

"You can't lie to me anymore," Randall said with a smirk as he brought his face close to Kyle's, "I would never forget how you smell."

"What are you? A dog?" Kyle growled, bringing up his leg to hit Randall where it hurts.

Randall laughed, easily blocking that leg and held on to it, making Kyle having to lean more on the wall. He was already so weak from the running, and having to hold himself up with one leg wasn't easy.

"Damnit, Randall," Kyle cursed, "Let me go."

"No," Randall replied, "Not until you admit it."

"You're crazy, old man," Kyle said, glaring daggers at him.

"Dean, Dean," Randall breathed as he brought his face closer, "I may be an old man in your eyes, but I certainly have enough energy to last through the night."

Randall captured Kyle's lips in his, taking what he had been dreaming of for so long. He didn't care about the weak struggles the little one was giving under him. It only made it all much more exciting.

The usually strong boy was really vulnerable right now and Randall wasn't one to waste such a golden opportunity.

He had been observing the hotel for quite some time but never followed Dean around. He was biding his time, while his plans were being executed. He had to spread that net out, to make sure that if this boy was truly Dean, he could not escape.

Today was truly his lucky day.

He just got the news that everything was in place, and coincidentally, that Dean had gone for a jog. Alone. So he came to stalk the entrance of the hotel to wait for Dean's return.

Randall was amazed at Dean's speed as he arrived, and saw how much pain Dean was in. He knew that he had to save Dean. Help him be himself. He will show Dean that being with him was the only way to truly set him free.

Even if he didn't want to admit it at first, he will show him.

Kissing Dean felt good.

Kyle clenched his teeth shut, not wanting to let Randall win. He ignored the rough way Randall's lips bit, sucked and pulled on his own lips in his kisses. He didn't respond, hoping that Randall would get frustrated and stop.

He didn't.

In fact, he just got more aggressive.

Kyle brought his hands to Randall's hair, pulling at it roughly but all it did was make him laugh a bit at Kyle's lips. Randall easily caught Kyle's hands and gripped his wrists, bringing his hands up over his head.

Kyle couldn't believe what was happening.

Never, in his entire life since being reborn as Kyle, was he this helpless.

It was his own stupidity for letting his guard down. Father would surely berate him for this. Still, that was for later.

For now, he had to find a way out of this situation. He couldn't let this go on. Luckily, he had told Kay to block him out, for he didn't want her involved in this.

After all, it was unlikely that Randall was alone.

Kyle continued to resist in whatever little way that he could, refusing to let that slippery tongue of Randall to penetrate through. Even though his lips felt swollen by now from all the bites and hard sucking that Randall was doing.

He even managed to stifle his gasp when he felt Randall go into his sweatpants and under his boxers, to get a hold of his c*ck. Randall tsked a bit, feeling that it was still limp. He started stroking it, letting his hands and fingers go down all the way to the b*lls then back to the soft member.

He growled in delight when he felt it slowly grow under the careful administrations of his hands, and he started pumping harder.

"I want you, Dean," Randall said breathlessly when he broke the kiss, "And you want me, too."

Kyle shuddered, feeling himself getting harder and harder under Randall's manipulation. Randall started kissing Kyle's jaw, ears, neck and ran his tongue right at Kyle's earlobes before going back to Kyle's mouth.

He ran his tongue all over Kyle's teeth, then said, "Let me in."

Kyle didn't answer nor complied and Randall squeezed Kyle's c*ck harder. He leaned closer, putting his hands down to the b*lls and caressed them.

"Come on, Dean, let go," Randall said, as he continued his caresses then slowly slid his hand down and behind, placing a finger right at the entrance of Kyle's b*tthole.

FUCK! screamed Kyle in his mind.