Summary: When Kyle decides to go the extra mile to mend him and Stan's relationship, things go gravely wrong. Soon, Stan finds himself in a race against time to save the one he loves from the grasp of a madman Kyle helped release from prison.
Warning: This story contains slash and non-con.
Devoted
"YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY? IT'S BECAUSE I'M FED UP WITH YOUR BULLSHIT EXCUSES ABOUT WHY WE DON'T FUCK ANYMORE!"
"BULLSHIT EXCUSES?!" screamed the redhead lawyer as he furiously gathered the mess of papers from the table into his arms.
"MAYBE IF YOU WEREN'T SO OBSESSED WITH SEX, YOU'D KNOW WE'VE HAD THIS CONVERSATION A THOUSAND GODDAMN TIMES, STAN! WHAT ELSE DO YOU WANT ME TO SAY?! I'M BUSY-"
"YOU'RE ALWAYS BUSY! EVERY SINGLE DAY FOR A WHOLE FUCKING YEAR, BUSY AND IGNORING ME! MAYBE I SHOULD JUST START FUCKING AROUND LIKE YOU DID THREE YEARS AGO!"
Enraged, Kyle grabbed the glass with water on the table and hurled it against the wall; scarcely noticing his dark haired lover cringe at the violence. Kyle's green eyes had taken on a deadly hue.
"I NEVER FUCKED HER!" He screamed clenching his fists tightly at his sides. "YOU KNOW WHY I'VE BEEN SO BUSY STAN? BECAUSE UNLIKE YOU I HAVE A REAL FUCKING JOB WHICH KEEPS ME UP AT NIGHT!"
A brief shadow of hurt danced across the darkling man's face as he laughed bitterly.
"So that's what you think?" he asked slowly. "That coaching elementary school football isn't a real job?"
The redhead hesitated, causing the entire apartment to be cloaked in silence. His rational side urged him to appologise, but the acerbity he felt for his partner for failing to understand what this case meant to him, made him continue ruthlessly.
"Everything you see is mine! I pay the bills and I pay for the food. With what they pay you, you couldn't even pay rent."
Kyle watched his partner turn around and slowly start making his way out of the kitchen. He could almost feel the hurt emanating from his dark haired lover, even though he was not able to see it written all over his face. He knew he had hurt both his partner and his relationship; but for now he was completely unsure as to just how much or if he could mend it.
"Where are you going?" asked Kyle ruefully. Unlike Stan, his shortage in humility usually made it hard for him to appologise. When Stan's pewter eyes did not meet his, Kyle's mind was filled with various grim images of Stan leaving. Stan paused. His fingers rose to massage his temples, and his head hung as if in the dawn of one of his migraines.
"To bed," he muttered.
"So who's going to finish the dishes?" asked Kyle, nearly slapping himself for his callousness. It did not surprise him when his lover ambled wordlessly out of the kitchen and left him standing there alone and dejected.
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Sleep came hard that night, and when it did Kyle's dreams were restless. He tried fruitlessly for four hours to review the defense he had prepared for the next day, but the argument between he and Stan weighed on his head with the magnitude of all the problems in the world. Unable to concentrate, he eventually headed to the kitchen for a bit to eat, passing Stan asleep on the couch along the way. His tall frame was curled uncomfortably under a thin rumpled sheet, and Kyle knew he would be stiff in the morning. He could barely prevent himself from moving a few strands of dark hair which had fallen into his lover's face.
Kyle cringed as a new wave of guilt suddenly assaulted him square in the face. He knew he could never begin to understand just how much those words had hurt his lover. When they were younger, everyone knew that football had been Stan Marsh's entire world. He had started playing the game when he was six years old; and by the time he was settled in South Park High, he was voted to be the most promising student and athlete in the entire town. Most likely to succeed, Kyle thought. By the time he was graduating high school, South Park's golden boy had fifteen different college offers from mostly Ivy League schools. Kyle remembered how happy and jealous he was of him, feeling like his best friend was handed so much, while he had to work three times harder for everything. Stan had opted to stay in Colorado, and in his first year of university got chosen to play for the NFL; but within two months his leg was shattered in a drunk driving accident.
Although he had his life, South Park's newest prodigy had lost his rock star status, full scholarship and eventually dropped out of medical school. By the time their relationship began, Kyle's golden boy was a prostrate, introspective, penniless mess who was plagued with migraines, debt and a small limp. It was one of the reasons which made Kyle wonder if they would be together had Stan been successful. Highly unlikely, he thought woefully, shoving a handful of greasy potato chips into his mouth. When Stan had it all, there was no shortage of beautiful women including his high school sweetheart, the buxom, raven haired Wendy Testaburger.
Kyle sighed. He doubted Stan would ever want to hear his voice if he woke him up to talk. Tonight they would rest and tomorrow he would make everything right.
.......
Blake Vaughn was a young homeless man who was wrongfully accused of the brutal rape and murder of a senator's teenage daughter. It was by far the most taxing and yet exciting case the young lawyer, Kyle Broflovski had ever worked on. It was taxing since the case was very high profile, and his client the defendant, was a methamphetamine addict. Things became even more so when it was discovered that young Blake was the sole heir to a large fortune in one of the richest families in the country. Nevertheless, it was not the parties' wealth, but the excitement that had caused people to tune in day after day to the televised trial. One of these reasons was that the first indictment might have been due as a result of the fabrication of evidence by the police who worked on the case, because of threats from the senator. The other reason lay in what was thought was a dead and buried twenty two year old scandal, which rumours said might have resurfaced in the form of the violation and murder of the senator's teenage daughter.
The fact that Vaughn's semen and pubic hair had been found on the victim's thighs did not make Kyle's job any easier since it meant proving whether the sex, was consensual or not, especially when Vaughn kept denying that he had relations with the teenage girl.
Nevertheless, as soon as Kyle had heard of the murder, he had pleaded shamelessly with one of the senior partners in the firm to be the one to defend Blake Vaughn, since it would finally be the case to put him on the map and give him more experience. Thus the senior partner, who had begun to think of Kyle as nothing less than a son, presented him the case as a birthday present. Kyle was ecstatic. He thought of himself as even more fortunate when the Vaughn clan, who had turned up later with their own high maintenance lawyer, decided to give Kyle a chance.
It was this case which had put him on an almost twenty four hour work schedule, which he later realised was also making his lover feel very miserable and neglected. He was almost never in the apartment, sometimes doing a little investigating of his own in the very late hours of the night. He never informed Stan of the death threats he received, and of the two attempts on his life as he strongly feared his disapproval. He was doing this so that he and Stan could one day regain all the things Stan had to forfeit.
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By the time Kyle woke in the morning, he was already very late. Stan long since left for work, and he had only ten minutes to roll out of bed, get ready for work, gather his things and speed away. Thus after showering and hastily dressing himself, he fed their pet squid, grabbed what he would need and ran to his car.
Kyle smiled hopefully. He would use the day to make everything right. His first stop before going to the firm would be the bank, where he would draw enough money from his life savings. He and Stan would have a well-deserved romantic evening at a little known expensive restaurant in a bigger town miles away from South Park. They'd both spend the long drive discussing the last year, Kyle assuring Stan that even though he did come close once, he had never and would never cheat on his beloved. If Stan forgave him, they would make love over and over on the grass on a hill like they did on their first time; and both call in sick the next day to finish what they started.
Kyle's smile widened as he turned into the bank's parking lot. He should draw enough money to buy Stan a gift too – perhaps one of the newest blackberry smartphones he had seen advertising? As he walked out of the car with a smile still plastered to his face, passers-by couldn't help but stop and smile in return. Today had the potential to be the best day of his life.
I know the first chapter is short, and has a lot of mistakes, but I'm having exams right now. I'll correct it when I get the time to, and post more as well. Please review me!