WARNING! This chapter contains a bit of action, good healthy boy on boy action, it is labeled for your convenience! You have been warned!

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It had been a good hour and a half since they got back to Kyle's house; the redhead was more than simply amused as he watched his blond friend raid his closet. The blond's brunette lover sat on the redhead's computer chair, just as amused as the redhead at his little blond lover. It was only when the blond resurfaced, giving Kyle a flat look, that he spoke "Don't you have anything even remotely good looking in here!" With a huff Kenny dived back into the closet, resuming his search.
"What have I done…I've released a monster upon my poor closet"

"Excuse you!" came the yell from the closet, Christophe chuckling amusedly.

"Why do you zink I wear what I wear…"

"Honestly I thought it was because of your job" Kyle looked curiously to the taller brunette, green eyes curious.

"Oui, but also because 'e can't complain about what I wear az eet's ze type of clozes zat can be used for any occasion" Christophe smirked, arms crossing over his chest.

"I see" A grin plastered itself on Kyle face "Makes sense"

Kenny popped out of the closet, pointing accusingly at his lover "Don't think you're getting out of this! I refuse to believe that is all you own, you're not wearing that to a party!" and then he was gone into the closet once more.

Kyle snickered "Seems your luck has run out there 'tophe"

The brunette shrugged "Ez just a partee, why should I care"

About an hour later had Kyle dressed in a pair of black skinny jeans; naturally snug in all the right places. A tight black tank-top with an overlay of lime green fish-netting sewed on as well as orange sneakers touched up with a pair of black and orange stripped arm warmers that ended at the elbow.

The blonds grin was that of success "I'm surprised it came out so good considering the bullshit that was your closet" Kyle huffed, crossing his arms. His clothes weren't that bad...were they? There was no time to contemplate this however as Kenny grinned.
"And now the finishing touches!" Grabbing his bag Kenny reached in, searching for something.

After a moment he came up with a slim-like black box "Ah there you are you little thing you" he grinned in triumph "Victory is mine!"

"Eendeed eet ees mon cher" Christophe smirked teasingly, causing his blond lover to flush scarlet. Kyle rose a brow slightly; a blushing Kenny was a sight indeed. "Anyways!" The blond suddenly blurted, startling the redhead as the next thing he knew his blond friend was in front of him with the black case. The next thing Kyle knew was he was attacked, closing his eyes on command though it only took minutes before Kenny grinned once more "Done!"

Blinking and not really feeling any different Kyle looked in his bedroom mirror only to almost fall out of his seat. There sat his reflection, looking like him yet looking so different at the same time. This Kyle had eye liner lightly lining his eyes, bringing out the emerald hue. His lips were soft, painted over with a light layer of minty chapstick and even lighter layer of green tinted gloss; why his lips were glossed in the first place he didn't want to know. Around his neck was a short, rope styled chain with a green gem hanging from it. Kyle had to admit…he didn't look too bad at all.

"Dude…exactly how fast did you do this?" green eyes turned to blue.

The blond smirked "Between you and me Jujube, I'm a pro" Kyle rolled his eyes at the nickname his blond friend had given him in Middle school.

Christophe chuckled "Call et a 'obby , mon cher ees make-up arteest for girls at a private club"

Kyle blinked at that, looking to Kenny "You have a job?" which in turn caused the blond to pout at the redheaded Jew.

"Of course I do thank you very much, I'd feel like a complete ass if 'tophe was the only one paying the bills and rent for the apartment ya know" the blond crossed his arms after putting the black case away, lips formed in a permanent pout now.

Kyle couldn't help the small smile on his lips, the blond was just so cute sometimes "Sorry Ken, I didn't mean anything by it"

The pout remained on the blonds lips a few more moments before it formed into an easy, happy grin "It's okay Jujube, it's not like I advertised it either" Kyle huffed at the nickname, scowl forming "Would you please stop calling me that?"

Kenny merely continued to grin. Recognizing defeat, Kyle's glare turned down to his hands only to widen in shock. There, on his nails, was lime green nail polish tipped with neon orange; his nails were just long enough it seemed and coated in acrylic. "What the hell Ken!"

Needless to say the blond was having a laughing fit, using his lover as support to keep himself up. Kyle's glare returned to him "Exactly how fast do you work…"

Christophe was even snickering, shaking his head a bit "Well 'e deed say 'e was a pro" the redhead grumbled, crossing his arms.

~~~Kyle~~~

I can't believe him! Don't get me wrong, the outfits nice and I will forever love Kenny as the best friend ever even though I question the make-up but come on! Nail polish! Of all things he could have done he chose to do nail polish! He even went over it with that acrylic shit! He's even laughing about it! My pride is ruined, done for, out the window, gone forever and never to return. It's one thing to be gay…it's one thing to wear a bit of eye liner…it's a whole other thing entirely if it's goddamned nail polish! I'm not trying to be sexist or anything but to me nail polish is for girls! Sure some guys wear it but that's generally in the category of goth: they wear black nail polish, nothing else, and extreme gay! I'm not brave enough to be that gay! I don't have that kind of confidence!

"Keeeeen" a whine left my throat, aiming the sad puppy look at Kenny. He stopped laughing and stared at me a moment before throwing his arms around my shoulders, hugging me tightly.

"I'm sorry Kyle but it must be done" He stroked Kyle's head.

You blond bastard…I give you the sad look and you still say I must suffer! How could you do this to me! Oh well...I can pray that no one notices? Maybe it will be too dark? I could always put my hands in my pockets but I'd have to eat eventually. With a doomed sigh and the most miserable look I could muster I followed the two out the door. Kenny's car would be our mode of transportation to the party, Christophe had a motorcycle but only two people at most could fit on that. That and to me whenever the motorcycle was involved something special was going on between them, it was like an unspoken deal that when they were on the motorcycle going wherever that it was just them two.

~~~Craig~~~

Why is it so hard to decide what to wear? Yes, I, Craig Tucker, have been standing here and staring into my closet for the last who knows how long, hoping it would miraculously give me an answer. I can't find a single decent thing to wear to this party! Honestly, I should be able to dress myself at my age!

With a determined growl I dove into my closet. After some time I came out with a sleeveless zip-up hoodie. Okay that's a start; can't complain. Abandoning the closet I went to the dresser. Digging through that resulted in a black t-shirt and a pair of dark jeans. I'd have to leave my hat for the night, leaving my messy raven nest hair out for the world…I could run a brush through it 100 times and it would still look like a bird had nested. Oh well, at least I look good with it.

Grabbing my house keys I locked the door and left after bidding goodbye to my cat.

The party was in full swing by the time Kyle walked through the door with Kenny and Christophe. He could hear Kenny talking briefly before darting off. Christophe patted Kyle on his head before following his blond lover. With a sigh Kyle slowly made his way through the crowd. His face flushed in embarrassment, head down as the crowd gave him wolf whistles and cat calls; trying to ignore t he jealous looks from some girls. In his opinion he couldn't have gotten through that crowd faster.

'Great' he thought, 'My life is going to end, I'm going to die from pointlessly jealous bitches!' he sighed. 'Blame Kenny, damnit'

Wandering quickly away from the crowd of likes and dislikes he looked around, deciding just to try and find someone he knew here. Though he seemed to change his mind after looking to the crowd once more…yeah right, if there was anyone he knew they were lost in that crowd and he was not going back in there alone.

After some time of wandering around the house trying to see if he ran into anyone he had gone up to the second floor, peeking into Tokens room to try and catch a look at a clock.

'What! It's been about two hours since I've been here! It doesn't even feel like I have!'

With a defeated sigh he wandered back down the stairs with the aim to see if any one he actually knew was within eye shot, the only thing he got though as he reached the bottom of the stairs was Stan kissing Wendy passionately. Scowl marring his face he turned, stomping back up the stairs though the noise itself was drowned out by the music. Once at the top of the flight he leaned against the wall, letting out a sigh as his hands came up to his face; body sliding down the wall as his head settled on his knees.

"You alright, Kyle?" Body stiffening a bit in surprise Kyle looked up to see Butters' slender form. The blond was smiling gently but clearly worried for his friend. Kyle returned the smile with a light one of his own.
"I'm fine Butters...what brings you here?"
"I saw you stomp up the stairs, you looked rather upset about something" Over the years Butters had lost his nervous stutter, Token had a hand in it, helping the smaller male to slowly build the right kind of confidence in himself.
Despite this good change though, Butters was still Butters; still caring for others well-being over his own.

Yet despite this Kyle still found himself chuckling with dry humor "Did I?" As much as he wanted to reply sarcastically, he couldn't do that to Butters though, he couldn't shove his sincerity back in his face. Not just because of Token but because Butters was the only person in this town he knew who was sincere when it came to someone else's feelings; no fake smiles or anything.
He tried to give a sincere smile to Butters "I assure you, I'm fine...I promise"

Butters nodded "Alright, but if you ever need to talk I'm always available" turning, Butters walked back down the hall, heading down the stairs to find his boyfriend. Resting his head on his knees again Kyle sighed, pushing up from the floor to head deeper into the halls of the mansion-like home. He wandered around, paying attention to nothing in particular when his ears picked up a feint noise. Walking further down the hall the sound was discovered to be...moaning?

!WARNING!

Blinking, Kyle wandered further down the hall, steps light and soundless on the carpeted floor. The sounds got louder the closer he came to the end of the hallway. At the end was a door...he was going to turn away and let the couple have their business alone; until he noticed the door was slightly ajar, and the ever evident breathy sound of 'Damien' coming from the other side honestly just tempted him too much.

With a gulp, he snuck over to the door, peering in. The hallway was dark so no one would notice him unless they came down the hallway...that was highly unlikely. His mouth went dry and his eyes widened considerably.

On the bed of the guest bedroom laid Pip, naked and flushed all over. Green eyes lidded as he panted and moaned lightly. Damien was with him of course, mouth covering the blonds apparent arousal as he pleasured his lover with light sucks and teases of the tongue. Kyle honestly had never seen sex between two guys before, having been too embarrassed to even look at gay porn...every time he even thought about searching it on his computer his face would turn a tomato red.

Which was the color it was now as he watched Damien pull away with an odd wet sounding noise; leaving Pip hard, wet and exposed to the air. Panting, the blond reached out, pulling the darker haired male down into a kiss, laying Damien's still clothed body over Pips own naked one.

Kyle blinked as Damien pulled from the kiss, watching as Pips lips moved in speech but unable to hear what he was saying; hell, he couldn't even read lips. Damien smiled, a rare sight for him, and reached into his pocket, pulling a white tube out. Twisting the cap off Damien squeezed out a gel substance, smearing his fingers and coating them.

Kyle's face reddened more as those slicked fingers went down Pips thigh to his ass where one prodded at the blonds entrance before pushing in slowly. Pip arched off the bed with a gasp and a slight squirm, hands moving to rest on the darker haired male's chest and grip the fabric of his shirt.

Both were still a moment, only the sounds of Pip panting ever so lightly heard, before he moved his hips onto the finger, causing Damien to move the appendage. Pip moaned lightly, squirming some at the feeling in his bottom.

Finger pulling out Damien leaned over, kissing Pip as two re-entered. With a cry into his lovers mouth Pip arched, arms winding around the raven-haired males neck as he deepened the kiss. Kyle swallowed what little saliva was left in his mouth as he watched Damien begin pulling out those fingers, only to push them back in a thrusting motion...either way Pip seemed to like it quite a bit the way he squirmed under Damien.

After a few minutes of the motion, Pip let out a loud cry, arching almost completely off the bed. Damien smirked, fingers simply moving inside his blond lover. Pip writhed, a stream of pleasured sounds falling from his slightly parted lips as Damien instigated that spot within his body. Minutes more found a third finger added as Pip cried out.

Kyle watched as those fingers pulled out a final time; face heating even more when Damien began to strip, revealing flawless, and smooth white skin. Pip smiled and sat up, one hand coming up to rest on Damien's cheek as they kissed, both now equally naked. With little to no effort Pip was pushed back on the bed before Damien leaned over, hands on either side of the blonds head.

Pressing a light kiss to Damien's lips Pip's legs wrapped around his lovers waist, arms wrapping around the satanic ones neck. Growling ever so lightly Damien positioned before pushing into the blond, causing said blond to gasp and moan lightly. It was first a slow steady rhythm before Pip moaned out a "Harder!" to which Damien complied, picking up the pace and causing the bed to creak in protest.

Kyle at this point was frozen to his spot, eyes wide as he heard Pips pleasure filled cries and watched Damien thrust powerfully into his blond lover, Pip clinging to the other male, nails leaving red-pink lines on the pale white skin as they were drug down Damien's back. Soon enough with a final cry Pip arched against his lover, screaming his release as Damien groaned out his own.

!WARNING END!

Tearing himself from the door and pressing his back to the wall, Kyle stood there a moment, eyes wide. Trying to swallow only proved how real what he saw was; mouth dry as dust and in need of liquid rejuvenation. With a quick turn, he darted back down the halls to the staircase. Wendy and Stan were no longer there much to his relief. So caught up in his thoughts as he darted around people he was not prepared to run smack into someone for moving at the last minute. Specifically, a male.

"I-I'm sorry, I wasn't...who are you?" He couldn't recall ever seeing someone like this around town...at least not to his memory. He had only gotten a brief glance at the pale, almost stoic, depressed face before it was once more shadowed by the hoodie as the male mixed in with the crowd and vanished.

"Huh...odd" Getting up he dusted himself off, looking around to see which direction he needed to go for that much needed drink.
"Kyle, you okay?" Looking to his right he spotted Tweek approaching him, careful not to set the blond into a spazz attack he smiled slightly.
"Hey Tweek, just ran into someone is all, though I don't recall ever seeing him around town..." He looked thoughtful a moment before shrugging "Do you know which way the kitchen is?"

With a nod Tweek took Kyle's arm to lead him towards the kitchen. Feeling a stare Kyle turned his head as he was led away, Green eyes briefly locking with the Slate Grey of the hooded one before he was once more gone into the mix of people.

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