Ben 10 Porn Story: Something more seriouse Chapter 2

Avi-chan ~ I’m SOOOOOOO
sorry for not updating for so long everyone! We had no power or water
cause we couldn’t pay the bills and I had to live at a friends for
awhile. But now I’m BACK!!!! YAY!!! Sorry if there are spelling or
grammar mistakes. I am reading my stories over more carefully before
posting them but I do opoligise if I miss any! Well, onto the story
for you!

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INFRINGMENT INTENDED I DON”T OWN BEN 10^^^

Saturday, three days
since Ben had first spotted the strange mark on his arm, and it had
yet to go away. Though the young teen was worried about the mark, he
managed to convince himself that is was simply a bruise, but he would
soon realise how wronge he was.

Ben awoke at around noon
that morning, and just laied there. He didn’t really wan’t to get up,
but he knew that laying in bed all day wasn’t a very good lifestyle
choice. Groaning, the slender boy rolled onto his side and lifted
himself into a sititng position. The brunett yawned and scratched his
back, just as his did every morning he slept in, but there was
something strange. Ben notaced that he couldn’t feel his hand
scratching a spot on his lower back, even though he knew he was going
over it.

Becoming nervouce, the
skinny teen ran quickly down the hallway and into the bathroom,
nearly tripping over himself as he did. Ben lifted his tank top and
turned his back to the mirrow in an attempt to see what may have been
wronge. His eyes widened and he staired in shock at what he was
seeing. There were now two dark spots on his back. One on his lower
back, and another about two inches above that one. Ben didn’t really
think much of them, considering the fact that his mother wasnt
worried about the one on his arm. He sighed deeply and made his way
back into his room.

‘I
have a bad feeling about today,’ Ben thought,
opening his sloset door. ‘Something just
dosen’t feel right…’ The brunett sighed and
pulled out a pair of blue jeans and a black shirt. He laied them out
on his bed and changed into them. Ben took a few moments to look at
himself in his mirror before heading back down stairs, where his
parents were getting ready to leave. “Where you guys going,”
he asked, sitting himself on the couch.

“You’re father and I
are going to an outdoor market oustide town,” she explained,
slipping into her coat. “We’re going to be gone for a few hours,
but we should be back by around nine. Theres a pizza in the freezer
if you get hungry. And it has directions on the box so you won’t burn
the house down.”

Ben grumbled and his
parents exited the room, locking the front door behind them. Reaching
for the remote, Ben notaced that the tip of the fingers on his left
hand were a little numb and a bit red. He assumed that they were just
cold and he pulled the blanked that was draiped over the back of the
couch onto himself. He picked up the remote and turned on the tv.
There was another episode of Ellen on so he just left it. Though Ben
would never tell a soal, he liked watching Ellen, he thought that she
was funny and he liked to hear what some of the celebrity guests had
to say. One of his favorite episodes was when The Jonas Brothers came
on and they plaied blindfold musical chairs. That was a game he
definatly wanted to try. As the episode progressed, Ben fell asleep.

OMGTIMESKIPGASP

Ben awoke to the feeling
of his phone vibrating in his pocket. He ignored it, not wanting to
get up, until it stopped. But when it started again, Ben grumbled and
pulled the phone from his pocket. He looked at the screen to see
‘Kevin’ in red letters. “What do you wan’t,” he asked, his
words slightly muffled from the pillow in his face.

‘Don’t
tlak to me like that, shrimp,’ Kevin spat.
‘Gwen told me to call you. She wan’ts to know
if that bruise wen’t away yet.”

“Its
not gone yet,” Ben explained, still annoied. “And there are
two more on my back. But, I’m sure theres nothing seriouse wronge.”

‘Good…that
was a waist of my minutes.’

Ben
grumbled. “Well sorry if I’ such a waist of your-” He
stopped. Ben tried to push himself up off the couch, but he had no
feeling in his left hand. He looked at it, and notaced that the red
from his finger tips had spread down to his wrist. He staired and
notaced that his fingertips were almost the same color as the marks
on his back. Begining to get nervouse, the brunett looked at his
other hand, dropping the phone onto the couch. He notaced his finger
tips on that hand were just as the othe rwas before he fell asleep,
red and numb.

‘Earth
to Ben,’ Kevin called, his voice just bairly
reaching Ben’s ears. ‘you okay, man?’

“I-I’m
fine,” Ben studdered, bringing the phone back to his ear. “Sorry
about that.”

You’re
startin’ to sound a bit off…you sure you’re okay?”

“Y-yeah,
Kevin. I’m fine. I just…uh…tripped over a pillow. But I’m good
now.” Ben laughed nervously, hoping that Kevin had belive his
lie. The line was silent for a moment, then Kevin hung up. The
brunett sighed deeply, slightly relived. ‘That
was close,’ he thought, walking into the
kitchen. ‘I should probably take some vitamins
or something.’ Ben began rummaging through
one of the cabnets, moving aside different perscriptions that his
father took, untill he found what he was looking for, a bottle of
spongebob chewable vitamins. Though Ben hated the taist of any
medicine, he got himself a glass of water and quickly ate one of the
sall tablits, taking a few gulps of the water after he finished.

After closing the cabnet,
Ben made his way back to the couch. He looked at the tv and notaced
that “Queer Eye” had just started. The brunett had just
started to make himself comfortable when he heard someone knock on
the door. A sigh spilled from his mouth and he made his way over to
the door. Ben was going to look through the spy hole, but since he
couldn’t see though it without standing on his tip toes, he didn’t
bother with it and just oened the door.

“Yo, Tennyson,”
Kevin greeted from the other side of the doorway. Ben stood there, a
bit shocked, before the older teen pushed his way past him, helping
himself to a seat on the couch.

“W-what are you
doing here,” Ben asked, putting his hands into his pockets.”

“Why do you think?
You lied to me on the phone so I figured I would find out the truth
in person.” Kevin picked up the remote and looked at the tv.
“Whats will all the gay guys, dude?”

Ben’s face turned
slightly pink. “They’re the Fab Five. They take sloppy guys and
teach them how to keep themselves more sanitary. They get new
furnature for the house and give the guys new wardrobes and stuff.”

Kavin chuckled. “Sounds
like a chick show. But anyway, what really happened while I was on
the phone with you.

“I already told you,
Kevin. I tripped over a pillow and dropped the phone.”

“Quit lying,
Tennyson. You’re not that hard to figure out you know. So why don’t
you tell me why you’ve got your hands buried in your pockets?”

Ben sighed again and made
his way over to the couch. His and Kevin’s eyes locked for a moment,
the room becomeing completely quiet, aside from the tv. The brunett
blushed again and pulled his hands from his pockets, showing Kevin
how discolored they were. Kevin staird at the slender hands, a bit
shocked by the strange colors.

“When did this
happen,” Kevin asked, turning his attention back to Ben’s face.
Ben turned away, stairing at the floor. “Ben.” Kevin’s
voice was firm and annoied.

“Fine,” Ben
said, his voice just above a whisper. “I notaced that the finger
tips on my left hand were starting to turn red and become numb. But I
thought that it was probably because I was cold and just covered
myself with a blanket and fell asleep. Then you called and woke me up
and thats when I notaced that it had spread to my entire hand. That
and it was starting on my other hand.”

“That dosen’t
explain why you lied about it…”

Ben groaned and looked
back at the ground. “I thought that if I told you, you might
take me to a hospital…..”

“Don’t tell me
you’re afraid of hospitals, Ben.” The brunett turned red and
nodded, a bit ashamed of himself. Kevin sighed and got to his feet,
throwing one of his arms around the shorter boy. “Listen, dude.
Why do you think I would take you to a hopital? The nearest hopital
is a ten minute drive away and thats alot of gas. I’m not paying more
money than I have to..”

Ben’s face turned bright
red. Concidering how Ben felt for the larger boy, he was becoming
extreamly emberrised. Kevin smirked and made his way back to the
couch. “Imma hang here with you for awhile,” he said
picking up the remote. “But, I’m picking the channles.” Ben
smiled slightly and joined Kevin on the couch.

Avi-chan ~ well theres
the next chapter. I think that Bens the kinda person who would watch
shows like that. That and its easier to write these things when I
make them watch shows that I watch, like Ellen and Queer Eye.

Can you figure out what
illness Ben has???XD

No mean reviews please!
I do my best!