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Edited: 29-04-2013

"Does it hurt?" I smirked at him going as far as to kneel to his level to place a kiss on his cheek. "Mmm... The taste of pain and kfc. See you later fat fuck" I knew he would be too embarrassed to report me. A kid less than half his age, weight and height kicked his ass.

As I left the room I headed back to the cafeteria and formed a limp. Fake tears at the corner of my mouth.

I went back to my table.

I walked to my dorm room slowly, I half expected Fm to be on my case. It was after all no secret we couldn't stand each other, yet he kept trying to help me.

I spotted Craig and Tweek walking together, it was sickening. It wasn't like I was jealous but I just couldn't reason out why Craig liked the twitchy bastard.

I decided to side track to the staff dorm to fuck with Fm instead of watching the two.

"Hay there" a woman with long black raven hair and blue eyes greeted me as she saw me approaching the building, she smiled brightly at me.

"..." I remained silent and access her Non-outfit. It was tight fitting and clung to her body but ran down to her ankle and wrists.

"Are you lost? Students are not allowed here." She tried again. I put up my best face, smiling brightly and holding up my notebook.

"I'm sorry. Its just Father Marsh was meant to help me with my assignment, I think he forgot and left" I gave my cutest voice. She fawned over me going as far as to pick me up and spin me around. The bile went up to my throat.

"I'll take you there. I am Sister Wendy, it will be our secret. I'll take you there personally cutie" Wendy carried the seven year old into the building. He hands were rubbing circles on his back.

I felt tempted to tug on her soft raven her. She smelt like apples, I liked her well enough to not want to set her on fire.

We went up stairs before walking down the long hall. She put me down before a wooden door, she adjusted my uniform and placed a kiss on my forehead.

"Boop" she poked my tummy which brought an involuntary squeal. She knocked and the door before leaving me alone.

"Who is that?" He called but I didn't reply. He opened the door in his tailored trousers, torso bare. I felt my face Light up. "Kyle?"

"Fm" I walked past him into his room. It was plain with a huge bed, he had only one picture on the shelf. I walked over to it. It was a family picture of when he was as young as me.

"What do you want?" Stan asked me. I shrugged slowly before going to seat on his bed, he looked green. Suddenly he ran to the bathroom to throw up.

It annoyed me, seeing my face made him up chuck his lunch. I growled "I hate you so much"

Stan came back into the room, he was giving me weird looks. His cheeks were red and biting on his bottom lip. "Can I do anything for you?"

"..."

"What do you know about Tweek?" I finally asked. He was staring intensely at me, almost looking hungry. "Fm!" He jumped slightly. He seemed distracted.

In seconds I was below him "do you know pretty you are?" I beat at his chest continuously. His hand then held my hands above my head.

"What is wrong with you!" I screamed. "Let me go"

"No" his other hand was reaching into his pants. My eyes widened, heart pace increasing. What was he doing? I tried to struggle out of his grip but he was too strong. "I'm sorry Kyle". He was jacking it above me, my stomach churned in disgust.

"Please" I pleaded but he seemed bent of finishing. I was scared, I hadn't felt like this in so long.

"Shh Kyle" Stan moaned. It felt like hours, I forced my eyes not to glance to his dick. I focused on his face, why was he doing this? To mock me? Suddenly I could feel a dampness penetrating my shirt. He came all over me. "I am sorry"

"I am going to report you as soon as you let me go" I snapped. What the fuck was this? He put himself back into his pants, I felt bile raise to my throat.

"I am sorry" he said before running his hand through his hair. He got off me and suddenly he was crying. "I am sick"

I watched him in silence, he was just another pervert. "I hate you" he laughed before walking to his desk.

"I want to touch you, I am sick" he dug through his drawer taking out a knife. He placed it on his wrist "you are just so pretty, I want all of you" he stared at me "I disgust myself"

I had a mission in this school. I needed information, I watched him for a second. "I'll let you touch me as long as you do everything I tell you to." He looked up at me. He looked to me as if shocked for a moment.

"But-" he began.

"Like now I need information on the Crucifix project and Tweek" I cut him off. "I'll let you kiss me if you can get it" as disgusted as I was it wasn't the first time I resorted to these kinds of methods.

"I don't know anything about the crucifix that is Wendy's project. Tweek will be easy enough" Stan put the knife down, he placed it in his drawer.

"You have a week or I'll report you, my shirt is stained with you DNA so be careful." He looked over at me.

I watched him harden once more. "Fuck"

"You are pathetic" I smirked and got off his bed and left.

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Stan POV

I was about to take a shower, a cold one. My mind kept going to Kyle, I hoped he was okay. If Cartman hurt him too much I'd- a knock on the door, I sighed in frustration. "Who is that?" I opened the door to see Kyle standing there, he looked smug. "Kyle?" Thank God he is okay.

"Fm" he walked past me into my room. He looked around my room, an old picture of me caught his eye. It was the only one I had left.

"What do you want?" I asked him as I tried not to stare at his ass. He cutely shrugged his shoulders. He then went to seat on my bed. Suddenly I felt really sick, my stomach churned aggressively and I went to throw up into the toilet.

I came back into the room, I wanted to strip him of his clothes and touch him, I wanted to finger him and blow my load on his face. "Can I do anything for you?"

"..." He looked angry and i knew once again I had annoyed him.

"Blah blah blah" He was speaking but I couldn't get past his pink lips, I wanted to kiss him and lick him all over, cover him in- "Fm!" I jumped slightly trying to focus on his words and not my thoughts.

I couldn't help it any longer, I pushed him into the bed before getting on top of him. I licked his neck and it tasted like heaven. "do you know pretty you are?" He tried to escape, beating on my chest but I grabbed his hands and held it above his head. He was just so beautiful!

"What is wrong with you!" He screamed at me but I just couldn't, it was too late for him to be saved. "Let me go"

"No" My other hand was reaching into my pants, I freed my erection. I was just going to masturbate above him, I wasn't even going to put it in. Just- just- something dammit! He tried to struggle out of my grip but I was stronger and kept him held down. "I'm sorry Kyle".

"Please" He pleaded but I was bent of finishing. His voice soft and alluring, if he kept talking I would rape him and damn the consequences.

"Shh Kyle" I said. I felt that I was my limit and came over his stomach and chest. He had this deer in the headlights expression. "I am sorry" I whispered.

"I am going to report you as soon as you let me go" he snapped. I put himself back into my pants.

"I am sorry" I sat up, letting him go, I expected him to race out the door to report me. I ran a hand through my hair, why was this happening to me? Tears slid down my cheeks, he was less than half my age yet I wanted to fuck him. "I am sick"

"I hate you" I felt my heart shatter and break at his words. Yet I wondered why he hadn't left yet, I laughed before walking to his drawer. If I couldn't have him then life was pointless, I have never felt so strongly against anybody.

"I want to touch you, I am sick" I dug through his drawer finally finding and taking out a knife to slit my wrist. I placed it above my vein. "you are just so pretty, I want all of you" I wanted him to forgive me even if it was by my death "I disgust myself"

"I'll let you touch me as long as you do everything I tell you to." I looked at him, what did this mean.

"But-" I began.

"Like now I need information on the Crucifix project and Tweek" He cut me off. "I'll let you kiss me if you can get it" I wanted to accept desperately but it seemed too good to be true.

"I don't know anything about the crucifix that is Wendy's project. Tweek will be easy enough" I put the knife down, I placed it in my drawer.

"You have a week or I'll report you, my shirt is stained with your DNA so be careful." I looked over at him. I would do anything for him, I'll die for him. What was wrong with me?

The thought of kissing him made me hard once more. "Fuck" I looked over at him pleading for him to stay and help me or leave me in my misery.

"You are pathetic" he smirked and got off my bed and left. Leaving me to take care of my problem, I wondered if I had sold my soul to the devil. Worst part of it all was that I didn't care, I just wanted him to be mine and mine alone.

I paced around my room, I'd have to search Wendy's room when she goes to make breakfast tomorrow, before anyone was awake.

Kyle.

I was in love.

KYLE POV

I wondered how far I could push Fm before he cracked. He was my new toy and I felt giddy about it. I wondered if he would eve kill for me, love was his downfall.

I slowed my pace to my dorm when I saw Cartman. His eyes narrowed on me and his jaw tightened. I smiled at him and I could have swore he blushed before looking away.

I smirked, I knew I was going to hell but I was taking Marsh along for the ride. I was after all hiding in plain sight, the sheer amount of stupidity still shocked me.

I used to be a programmer for the government but last year they left me and my 'brother' Ike for dead in a mission. Ike was captured by enemy agents and was not even negotiated for. They didn't care about some kid, Ike was the revelation at some point, so was I but as new kids came and they were experimented on and given more that just brains we were quickly obsolete.

After spending my whole life in a lab learning, I finished the whole college syllabus and I knew four languages. I wasn't alone, there were other kids who were currently going through the same rigorous program, some even more special than others. I had to escape and that is what I did.

Gerald and Sheila Broflovski found me and adopted me. She became barren after her first miscarriage and my name changed from number 59 to Kyle Broflovski.

However I wanted revenge, the past still haunted me and Ike was the closest thing to family till I met Gerald and Sheila. The scientists used to use us as sex slaves. They sent us undercover as normal children for paedophiles on many occasions the last was for a month when I was % two days before my birthday. Most preferred Ike because of his blue eyes and black hair.

Marsh was just like them all. Now I had the cards not anyone but me, the crucifix went beyond the catholic church to other religious centres around the country. They all sent donors to the government, I was going to shut down the project with the help of Gregory and Christophe.

Then I would kill Marsh, he'd know too much. I smirked, I wasn't trained as a field agent for action but as informant and Fm seemed good enough to act as my muscles.

Goodluck Marsh.

Stan POV

I had my doubts on my actions but for Kyle I decided my life was in his hands. It was 5 am Wendy and the girls. Would go to cook and prepare communion for morning mass.

This morning I found surveillance equipment in a box outside my door. He wanted me to install it, he wanted me to watch Wendy.

I felt happy that Kyle was depending on me. I couldn't fail him, not now or ever. I went to father Benedict's office and got the general key. I went to unlock the door and put camera's at the corners in hidden places.

When I got back, Kyle was there he was watching the security cameras. "Did you do what the note said?"

"Yes" I held the squeezed piece of paper "fall down some pills on Wendy's table, steal a bra and pair of panties. Leave a picture of her near the door"

"Good boy" Kyle smiled darkly, his hand rose to touch my cheek. I leaned into it savouring it not knowing when next he would touch me. His hand left me hungry for more, it went back on the keyboard.

"Kyle what was the point, should I have been careful to act like I wasn't even there." I asked. He smiled at me but said nothing. Wendy was back she looked around the room glaring.

"Did some break in?" She glared around the room. She took careful steps into the room until she stepped on something, her hands reached to raise her long skirt to reveal a gun in each hand. She picked it up. "A picture of me?" She walked over to her locker to see her underwear.

She looked relived and put away her guns. "Just some fucking pervert" I had never heard her swear.

"That is why. If she is an agent she would know you broke in, no matter how careful" Kyle sighed. "It would be too soon to be discovered"

"Right" I agreed.

"Its time for morning mass Fm-" I cut him off.

"Stan" I corrected.

"Right. Stan you have to go for it" he said. I didn't want to leave him, but he said I'd blow his cover if I didn't go. I went to mass feeling guilty, wishing I could confess my sins but I couldn't.

The message was on love, an everlasting and enduring love that cleansed one's soul. Yet my mind kept going back to Kyle, I want him to touch me again, to be of use to him. I wanted to be someone he could lean on.

As others bowed their heads mine was lifted up, I wondered if Kyle would leave me when I did what he wanted. My eyes fell to my wrist, I would slit it myself if he did.

My stomach began to church violently as I thought of kissing him, undressing him and making love to him. I wondered if he would understand at all, he was all but a child.

Seven years old.

What made me so attracted to him? I didn't know and I found myself wondering if he could hit me. Did it make me a masochist? Was I just a perverted paedophile?

Was I going to hell? Was Kyle a virgin? What was the purpose of life at all.

Then mass was over.

I got back to the room. He wasn't there anymore, if not for the surveillance equipment I would assume it was all a dream.

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Kyle POV

Stan left for Mass so I decided to search his room, it was empty. Nothing but a single picture of his family, and the picture from my application that I didn't touch.

Who was Stan Marsh? His dedication seemed to surpass love. He seemed almost obsessed with me.

Wendy snuck in on the surveillance screen, she opened her desk, hers had a false bottom. She took out the laptop, fingerprint and the laptop opened.

My mind was working, the crucifix information was no doubt on the laptop. It was however too early to take action, Gregory and Christophe hadn't finished their parts.

I left back for my room, Kenny wouldn't be there, he'd gone for mass, the walk was slow and I thought of Craig. Why was Tweek so important to him?

Kyle reached their room easy enough. He had already taken a shower and gotten ready for class.

I waited a while before leaving for class.

Stan POV

Class ended but I asked Kyle to wait behind, he stood behind the desk to maintain the student-teacher distance.

"Move around the table" he did and I zipped down my fly to expose myself to him. His eyes hardened before he placed a slap on my face. His face curved into disgust, and I hardened under his gaze.

"That is disgusting Fm" he was about to leave, walk out on me. He couldn't do that to me, I wanted him around me.

"Please" I myself didn't know what I wanted him to do but I just want him to watch me. It turned me on just knowing he was by my side.

His green eyes fixed on me, those eyes that could judge me. He shook his head and stared at it, I was proud of my size.

"Pervert" he growled, it hardened at the sound of his voice "you are disgusting Stan". I didn't care if he felt disgusted with me. I hate myself more than he could because I knew that I wanted nothing more than to sodomise a child. I wanted to know him in every way possible. I loved him.

"I am sorry" I didn't want him to leave me, he sighed and sat on my desk. I began to masturbate, he watched and I till I was satisfied. My cum shot out all over the model globe of the world. I hated myself so much, I wanted his hand on me. I didn't just want him to watch but to participate, it was a disgusting attraction based on lust and sex. Hopefully love and not obsession.

His cheeks were red and rosy, his eyes landed on the globe for a second. "The moment before you cum, your face." He didn't continue. I couldn't tell if he was angry or just disgusted with me.

I tucked myself back into my pants, he got off the desk. I stared him hungrily and lustfully. I longed to touch him, to lock him in a room no one would ever touch him. Somehow I wanted him to stare at me again with those green eyes. "I love you"

"I have to go for lunch" he was walking away. My hand grabbed his to stop him, he glared at me. I wish he would repeat it to me, even if it was all a lie.

"How was I?" I walked his face. "was I that bad?"

"Disgusting, talentless and un-seductive. Your hold was pretty boring and you paid no attention to the head" he said.

My face fell and he smirked before knocking my hand off him. His hand untucked my shirt from my pants to stare at my abs. Times like this I was happy I exercised.

His finger made a trail there. "I need a favour" right now I would agree to anything. "I don't want Tweek's file any more just get rid of him"

"You want me to-" he nodded his head. I tried to kiss me.

"Down boy. Do what I want and you will be rewarded" Kyle's smirk widened. "You will do it, right?" His hand stroked my hair. I nodded.

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