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Kyle was absolutely ecstatic. After dying, getting sewn back together, and then losing and regaining his satiny he had finally finished college, earning his engineering degree. It was a tough path for sure; late night studying, evening classes and plenty of reading, but it was totally rewarding. He finally got his degree and he was elated to show the rest of the Coven.
Yesterday was the ceremony where everyone attended. The blonde felt proud that his new family came and supported him, cheering the loudest when his name was called then taking him out to a nice dinner afterwards. However, today was the day Kyle actually got the degree in his hands. Its fancy writing dictated his university, his major and his name in proud letters. The girls will be so impressed!
He bounced up the steps of the Coven, grinning ear to ear. First, he’ll show Cordelia. After all, she’s like the mother he truly wanted. Caring, compassionate and encouraging, he couldn’t wish for a better figure in his life.
Then he’ll show Misty, though he knows she would be probably be with Cordelia so he may be able to kill two birds with one stone. Even though, he broke her prized 8-track player, which splintered their relationship for a while, it was now perfectly repaired. He viewed her as a wonderful older sister, sweet and charming.
He got to the door of the two witches’ room, ready to push open the door to announce his arrival until he heard a soft whimper.
It froze him in his tracks and he let go of the doorknob. He placed his ear to the door, a puzzled expression on his face.
“Ah, Misty, please,” came the whimper, “Please…”
Kyle flushed furiously as he realized it came from Cordelia. There was a lot desperation and pleading laced in her tone.
Then he heard Misty speak, her voice glazed with lust. “Mmm…too much for the Supreme?” She giggled lightly. “I love hearing ya beg, Dee, so cute.”
Cordelia whined again, this time getting louder. “Oh Misty, please!”
The blonde jumped from the door, feeling embarrassed. His degree would wait for later, he supposed, so he decided that he’d visit Madison and Zoe.
Even though Zoe and Kyle dated, they broke up on amicable terms and they remained best friends. He was so supportive when Zoe shyly admitted to him that she liked Madison, encouraging her to go for it.
Madison was still a bit mean to him sometimes, but they bonded well over their experiences with dying. She would be kind to him, sometimes sharing sweets and snacks with him when no one was around.
The blonde made his way down the hall, feeling confident with his degree in hand. Again, he got to their door; hand on the knob, ready to open it until he heard Madison…
“Oh my God, fuck, Zoe!”
Her moan was passionate, yet frustrated. The blonde cringed as he heard his best friend respond to the actress.
“Oh, Madison,” Zoe called in sing-song, an obvious smirk in her voice, “You know you deserve this after what you tried to pull today. Get on your stomach.”
As Madison squeaked, Kyle violently pulled away from the door as if it bit him. He nearly dropped his degree in the process of taking heavy breaths to steady himself.
After shaking off his embarrassment of overhearing his friends become intimate, he decided that he’d try the last pair of people he knew were in the house, Mallory and Coco. They were new to the Coven, but everyone welcomed them unconditionally. Sometimes, Mallory would help Kyle with his English assignments while Coco would assist him in calculations for his math courses. While the blonde was still a bit shy around them, he was surely becoming close with them as well.
‘They can’t be busy doing…stuff with each other…’ Kyle reasoned, ‘After all they’re not even dating!’ He nodded to himself and reached the second to last room in the hall (the last one belonging to Myrtle).
This time, he didn’t even have to get close as he did with the last two rooms because Coco was loud.
“Oh Jesus, Mal!” she gasped, “Oh good— FUCK!”
Mallory teased the older woman with something Kyle couldn’t catch. However, Coco’s response was basically the same.
“Oh fucking Christ, MALLORY!”
Kyle felt his soul leave his body, as he was proved extraordinarily wrong. He thanked God that Nan and Queenie weren’t home with their boyfriends—he wasn’t sure if his fragile state could take it.
God, he was damn scared to open the door to Myrtle’s room, but he took the chance anyway. He had his eyes closed as he shouted, “I got my degree!”
He talked to Myrtle for a solid fifteen minutes, feeling flattered at her proud face and nice compliments. She told him that he should frame it and they would put it on the wall in the ancestral room.
“Why don’t you show all the others, dear?” she suggested as she took a drag from her cigarette, “I’m sure they’d all be absolutely enthralled to see it.”
The blonde nodded, although he blushed a bit. How could Myrtle not hear them all when she was up on the same floor?
Kyle closed the door, then took a deep breath, trying to ready himself for what he might see (hear) now.
Perhaps they’d all be...finished and cleaned up so he could properly show them his accomplishment.
Of course, the blonde didn’t have a problem with sex. At first, his mother scarred him and corrupted his views on it. However, after receiving a lot of help and guidance from the girls, he realized that sex between consenting (non-related) adults was a wonderful thing. It was another form of intimacy that prompted bonding and love, which he was all for. It was just more than a little embarrassing for him to unintentionally eavesdrop on his family when all he wanted was to present to everyone proof of his long yearned goal.
He decided to start with Coco and Mallory and work his way down the hall. ‘They’ll have to be done, they’ll have to be done, they’ll have to be done,’ was his mantra as he walked up to the door.
With his eyes squeezed shut, Kyle tucked his fingers into a fist and rolled his wrist back to knock. He didn’t even make contact with the wood as he realized that the two newest witches to the Coven had swapped positions.
“Oh, Cee, please don’t stop!” groaned Mallory, urgently, “Don’t, oh, oh please!”
The blonde nearly choked on his saliva as heard Coco’s purr. “Wouldn’t dream of it, baby. Now relax and let me do all the work.”
Mallory’s only response was a heavy string of pants of her lover’s (?) name, sounding like she allowed Coco to stay true to her word.
Kyle retracted his fist and shuffled over to Zoe’s and Madison’s door. After a few deep breaths, he felt his heart rate return to a reasonable rate and his mind slowed down. Confidence flowed back through him. He can do this!
“Madison!” cried Zoe and Kyle pathetically deflated.
The actress’ voice was a sing-song to mimic her girlfriend’s from earlier. “Yes princess?” she answered.
“St-stop teasing me! I ca-can’t handle it!”
Kyle knew there was a devilish smirk carved into Madison’s face as she taunted, “Oh no, no, princess, this is just too much fun.”
After clutching his pearls for a solid two minutes, the blonde sighed deeply and ended this trauma conga line by shambling over to Cordelia’s and Misty’s door. This time, he doesn’t even try to knock. Instead, he placed his ear to the door, feeling his face warp into a grimace in expectation of what he’ll hear.
Kyle Spencer wished his expectations were much lower as Misty squeaked, “Delia, c-c’mon now!”
The Supreme chuckled richly. “What was that you said earlier? You like to hear me beg?” Cordelia teased, sultriness tinting her words, “Well, love; it goes both ways, doesn’t it?”
The swamp witch whimpered, ”Pl-please ‘m sorry! Just—AH!” Her plea was cut short by something the Supreme did.
“Oh, I’ll make sure that you’ll earn my forgiveness, Misty, don’t you worry.”
Gently resting his head on the door, Kyle resisted the urge to tear out his eardrums and stomp on them. He knew he was being dramatic; in the end, he was the one who rushed upstairs without calling or anything. The more logical part of his brain chided him; he should be happy for his family. After all, they were all happily bonding with their lovers (he assumed for Coco and Mallory), letting their love for one another grow stronger in their intimacy. He just needed to chill out.
Kyle knew that this portion of his brain was right at the end of the day. Nonetheless, that didn’t stop the more irrational, panicky part to tell him that he should fling himself out a window.
He wanted to sigh, but he knew that with how noisily and annoyed it would sound, it would alert Cordelia and Misty. Despite the fact he was incredibly mortified at what he had inadvertently waltzed into, he understood that they would be twice as embarrassed to learn that their favorite recent graduate accidentally overheard everything they were doing in their pleasure.
Therefore, he chose to drag himself back downstairs to wait until everyone finished their bonding activities. Maybe he could break out the Ouija Board to talk to Fiona in the meantime.