A/N; Hmm.. you know how at the beginning of this story I offered people the chance to request a story? I'm actually kinda upset no-one wanted one, as odd as that sounds.. I mean, I'm getting slightly bored just focusing on one story, I'd really rather have two on the go so I can incoporate some ideas I had for this story (that won't work) into another, and I'm too stupid to think of another story idea. So I'll say it once more: If you'd like a request, could you PM me with the pairing and where you'd like the story to head (couple.. marriage.. break-up and get back together kinda thing..?). ALSOOOO. This is a little bit of a filler chapter, so you know.. It's just a kind of I'll-use-this-to-join-the-next-chapter-together kind of deal. And yes.. Kenny is a dick in this bit.
Title is from the song: "A kiss with a fist" by Florence and the Machines.
R&R pleaseee! ~Lilz ox
"Angel."
A south park fanfiction by Lilzenium
Previously: Kenny nods beside me, face bathed in the glow of the streetlights and the moon. And then he does something I never dreamed of. He takes my face in his hands and dries the tears from my eyes. "I see," he says. "Maybe I can fix that.." He runs his fingers along my jawline. I shiver. And then he brings his lips to mine and kisses me gently.
My heart soars and I tangle my fingers in the mass of his blonde hair, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss. His hands are moving down my body and his mouth has disengaged itself from my lips and is now moving down to my neck. He nips at my skin, sucking it. "You. Are. Mine," he growls against my skin, nimble hands unbuttoning my shirt. "And this mark on your neck proves it." I nod, hands on his chest, clutching at the orange jumper he always wears.
He picks me up effortlessly and carries me to a pedalo boat that the park-keeper forgot to put away. He sits me down and jumps in, letting the current carry us to the middle of the lake. His hands are tugging my shirt up over my head, and my thoughts are jumbled up. His hands are at the zip of my pants, tugging them down. My heart is going at a hundred miles an hour. I feel faint with lust. I've imagined me and Kenny once, but it was nothing like this. This is more intense.. more magical.
He fumbles when he gets to my boxers and looks at me, asking me if he should go on. I nod, and suddenly I feel the cold night air caressing me. He tears his own clothes off and kisses me once more before entering. Tears gather in my eyes, but eventually pain gives way to pleasure and I feel myself relaxing into the rhythm. Tonight my troubles are left behind.
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Chapter Six: You hit me once, I hit you back (Kyle)
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I'm not having a good day. Kenny's avoiding me, my ass is sore and Cartman's being a dick. The thing that's bothering me most of these four is Kenny's avoidance. I mean, you can't just fuck someone and ignore them.. especially when they opened up to you and promised to help you.
"Kahl!" Cartman's voice breaks through my thoughts. "Kaaaaahl. What d'yah think of Pip's partah?" I shrug and carry on walking. "Did yah hear Damien tell Pip he loved him?" Cartman laughs, amused at the thought that Satan's son is a fag.
Hang on wait.. Kenny banged me. I enjoyed it. Does that make me a fag too? A little nagging voice in my head pipes up at that moment, stifling any other thoughts and distancing me from the conversation Cartman's having with Stan and Kenny. Yes, stupid fucker. Of course that makes you a fag.
My brain is going a mile a minute. My eyes are blurring. I see Stan and Cartman walk off, obviously bored with Kenny's sudden silence, and just generally fed up with my moping. Kenny grabs my arm and yanks me out of the way as I'm about to walk into a lamppost that came out from nowhere. I look at him, and he's not the same person I saw last night. He's not the boy I grew up with - kind but slightly perverted. Today he's angry, blue eyes narrowed into slits.
"Last night. It was nothing. It's meaningless," he tells me, glaring daggers as I sweep a lock of red hair from my eyes. I look up at him, and I can tell from his horrified expression that I'm not reacting like he wanted. Kenny's ideal scenario would be me just nodding, smiling and acting normal.. all of which I'm not doing. I'm doing the opposite. I'm shaking my head, trying not to cry. The snow crunches underfoot as I swivel away from him. He grabs my wrist once, but I yank it away and hurry on after Stan. I look back and see Kenny standing on the path, wind blowing him about. The thick snow swirls about him, clinging to his tousled blonde hair and his eyelashes. His hands hang limply by his sides, and I'm confused to see that the feather on his wrist has a red tinge.
"Staaaaan!" I call, and I'm surprised to see he stops and waits for me, slinging an arm around my shoulder. "Thanks for waiting," I tell him, smiling up at him. He grins back, tells me it's no problem and chats to me about random shit. Stan's been my best friend since I was 6, and although our relationship has been tried by certain things (Harpy Wendy) he still knows how to cheer me up, when to ask me what's wrong or to say nothing about it. In short, he's always there for me.
"So.." Stan begins, studying me with his cobalt eyes. "What's up?"
Good old Stan. "Well.. you have to promise me not to freak, OK?" I say, looking at the floor. "I mean seriously, because you're the only person I've told." He nods, squeezing my shoulder with his hand. "Uhm.. well. Last night, at the party? Kenny and I kinda.." I make a sign with my hands - one that only me and Stan understand. His eyes widen.
"No. You're having me on." I shake my head sadly. "You're being serious, Ky? Oh, man that's great! Now I know I'm not the only one who likes guys."
My heart jumps. "What?!" I ask, eyes wide. "You.. you like guys?"
He shrugs. "I like girls and dudes, dude. I'm bi.. what about you?" I struggle with what to say. I don't seem to notice anyone but Kenny now. But I can't say that, can I? Screw it. I might as well.
"I dunno dude. I only see one person at the moment.. I guess you could say I'm Ken-sexual." I joke, trying to make light of it. Stan's face drops slightly.
"Well.. uhm, I was wondering before you said that.. whether you'd like.. to y'know, go on a date with me?" He says hurriedly, before adding on the end, "Just purely to get Kenny out of your head, of course."
I mull it over. I might as well. Besides, Kenny metaphorically slapped me.. I might as well slap him back. "Yeah, I think I'd like that," I say, grinning.
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My day just got a shit-load better, and I'm suddenly feeling good.
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