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WARNING: This Chapter will have Sexual situations between two males. If that squicks you I'm sorry, but it is instrumental to the plot.

Chapter Nine- Let's be bad together

Last time:

Kyle seemed to be fighting an internal battle and losing, his arms shaking more violently and his breath coming in harsh gasps. His eyes seemed to glow through the curtain of his hair and when he spoke his voice was harsher than usual, darker too.

"S-Stan...I'm sorry."

At this Stan frowned, confusion evident on his face. "Sorry? For what?"

Kyle flipped around, pushing him to the wall. "This."

And then, yellow eyes gleaming and teeth sharp like a wolf, he bit down on Stan's shoulder tearing into him.

Stan let out a pained cry, pushing at Kyle while simultaneously jerking away, and bit his lip in an effort to quell the sound. Blood rushed down his shoulder and chest as Kyle deepened the bite, teeth digging deeper and deeper into his flesh.

He seemed intent on reaching bone, animalistic snarls coming from him as Stan cried and fought. Kyle had him overcome with strength, the werewolf easily keeping his larger boyfriend in check as he ground his teeth.

Then suddenly, he released the taller male's neck, licking delicately at the wound. Stan gave a small whine as his tongue dragged across tender flesh and muscle and Kyle paused, looking up at him with bright wolfen eyes.

"What's wrong Stan?"

"Y-You bit me..." Stan paled, hands shaking as he pushed weakly at Kyle. "You infected me...d-didn't you?"

Kyle frowned, looking slightly lost and confused as Stan moved his hands to clutch at his bleeding neck, hands instantly overwhelmed by red. The werewolf leaned closer, moving Stan's hands and licking the wound again.

"Stop pressing it.", he mumbled. "Let me clean it."

Stan shuddered, whimpering slightly. "B-By licking it?"

Kyle gave a soft chuckle. "Werewolf."

"Ah, r-right.", the taller teen muttered, barely able to keep upright at this point. "I d'nt feel s' good Ky."

Kyle turned, wrapping his arms around him and shockingly scooping him into his arms. The larger teen groaned slightly as Kyle shifted him around, his bloody face coming into Stan's view for brief fleeting moments then vanishing again.

"I know Stan.", he crooned softly, slowly making his way out of the bathroom with Stan in his arms. "I know."

"K'le..."

He hummed softly under his breath, yellow eyes gleaming. "Shhhhh...go to sleep. When you wake up you'll feel better. Trust me."

Stan let his eyes slip closed, shock and blood loss making it hard to stay awake. Especially with Kyle's smooth voice telling him to sleep. He felt the pain in his shoulder dull as everything slipped away, Kyle's slender arms unnaturally strong around him.

"Stan. Stan wake up. Shit shit shit. Please wake up!"

Stan's eyes shot open to find Kyle hovering above him in a dark moonlit room, dried blood crusted in the corner of his mouth and panic in his eyes. The redhead had tear streaks on his cheeks and was clutching to Stan with shaking hands.

It took a moment for the lying teen to realize he was on a familiar bed -Kyle's bed- with the blankets pulled away. He could feel the dip from Kyle sitting on the edge and felt the weight shift as the redhead moved.

"Stan! Oh thank god dude! I've been trying to wake you for hours but I had to be quiet and I-I'm so sorry...", Kyle sobbed, looking at him with watery eyes.

Stan sat up, groaning and stretching, and looked at Kyle with confusion. Then his hands brushed the bandages around his chest and shoulder and he remembered what Kyle was sorry about. What Kyle had done.

His hands jumped to his neck, eyes wide and panicked and he turned to stare at Kyle, hyperventilating slightly.

"You bit me...I'm infected.", he stared at his boyfriend in panicked confusion. "How could you bite me?"

Kyle winced, looking down at his hands. "I didn't mean too...", he bit his lip. "I don't know what came over me. I just-I had to bite you."

"But why?", Stan cried, hands practically clawing at the bandage. "Why Ky...? Why would you do this to me?"

Kyle gave a harsh sob, body shaking, and looked up at Stan with wild eyes. Tears slipped down his cheeks and he gave a loud aching cry of pain and pent up frustration.

"I DON'T KNOW!", he sobbed, hands knotting in his white and red hair as he strained to keep from yelling. "I don't know why I do anything anymore! I don't know why I killed Wendy or bit you and I don't know why it doesn't bother me that I'm a murderer! I-I just don't know..."

Stan scooted forward and carefully pulled the sobbing teen into his arms, slightly wary of him. He could remember the pain as sharp teeth pierced his flesh, stinging and burning more than anything he'd ever felt.

He flinched slightly as Kyle's arms wrapped around him, the werewolf pressing closer to him and burying his head in his chest. He took a deep breath, wrapping his arms around the redhead and resting his head on Kyle's red and white straightened hair.

"It's okay Ky. I know you didn't mean to.", he rubbed the redhead's back soothingly. "I know."

Kyle looked up at him with pleading eyes. "I never wanted to hurt you."

Stan sighed softly. "I know. I-It's okay Ky. We're gonna be okay."

He slowly got up off the bed, dragging Kyle with him, and glanced at the clock. He frowned when he realized it was way past school hours. Nearly midnight even. God his parents were gonna be so pissed with him.

He felt the urge to laugh at the fact that he'd been bitten by a werewolf, infected, and he was worried about his parents yelling at him when he got home. God his life was weird.

"I need to get home.", he muttered, looking down at Kyle. "My parents are gonna be so pissed I skipped school and stayed out late."

Kyle shook his head. "No they won't. I told them you got sick and I had to take you home from school. You're spending the night.", he gave a thin smile. "It's just a good thing your parents trust me so much...though taking into account all that's happened they probably shouldn't."
Stan squeezed him slightly, leaning to whisper in his ear. "You're still you Ky.", he looked around for a second before frowning. "How'd you explain it to your parents?"

"Same story."

Stan raised an eyebrow. "And no one questioned you carrying me through town when I was hurt and bloody?"

Kyle gave a slight snort. "No one saw. Werewolf Kyle likes rooftops apparently."

Stan chuckled. "I see."

Kyle smiled up at him softly, though Stan could see the guilt still lingering behind the amusement in his eyes. He tugged Kyle back to the bed, collapsing on it with him, and sighed.

"We should get some sleep. We have school tomorrow.", he said softly, rolling over so Kyle was pressed against his chest.

Kyle nodded against him, eyes watching him in the dark. "We should."

Stan closed his eyes and pulled Kyle to his chest, the slighter teen snuggling in close. Somehow he felt he should be more upset by what had happened, but he honestly only felt a bit exasperated. Too much had happened lately and this was just one more thing.

Besides if they couldn't find a cure wasn't it better for him to be like him? Super Best Friends -Boyfriends- to the end? No matter what?

Besides now he'd be able to stand up to that asshole Craig Tucker. He could teach that smug bastard a lesson in manners. They were on equal ground now and Stan would make sure he knew not to mess with Kyle. Kyle was his.

As he drifted to sleep, Kyle in his arms, he didn't realize how much he was already changing. How the virus was already tainting him. Didn't realize he spoke the possessive words of his thoughts just loud enough for Kyle to hear.

"Mine..."

The next morning Kyle sat awake in the kitchen, the clock on the wall reading 3:03 am. He hadn't slept a wink the whole night, guilt keeping him awake. He'd laid there in bed with Stan listening to the larger male toss and turn and traced the bandage wrapped around his neck, chest, and shoulder.

He could feel the blood pulsing beneath the white cloth as the wound healed itself, the infection making his healing speed up to unnatural levels. He could smell the viral toxin he'd injected him with overcoming his system and changing him, just like it had done to Kyle.

And through the night as Stan tossed and turned he knew what he was dreaming of. Knew that the darker haired teen's mind was filled with violent bloody flashes that would become his future thanks to Kyle.

And when he'd whispered that word, arms tightening around him Kyle had felt his heart freeze. It was so familiar. Mine.

The same thing Craig had said as he'd run from the bathroom, almost too low for him to really hear. Said with the same animalistic possessiveness and feral ownership.

Craig. "I will have you Brofloski. You are mine."

Stan. "Mine..."

They almost sounded the same even.

In the end Kyle had been unable to deal with it. Lying there knowing Stan was changing into something supernatural and inhuman. Becoming less and less like himself and more like Craig as the night wore on. Or maybe it was all his imagination.

Had it happened that fast with him?

It felt like it had. It felt like everything had changed all at once, so suddenly in fact he could barely keep up. One day he was regular ol' nerdy Kyle and the next he was a psychopathic murderous werewolf.

But maybe it wasn't that fast. Maybe he was loosing track of time, the hours and days blending together into swirls of blood and monstrosity. Was that a symptom of Lycanthropy?

"Kyle?"

He jolted slightly, turning to see his dad in the doorway wearing his bath robe and eying him curiously with a hint of concern. Kyle gave a small smile, though his eyes betrayed how tired and weighed down he really was.

"Hey dad."

Gerald frowned slightly at the strain in his son's voice. "What are you doing up so early son?"

"Couldn't sleep.", Kyle mumbled. "You?"

"I get up around this time every morning to have my coffee and read the paper before work.", Gerald responded, padding into the room and over to the coffee maker. "Want a cup?"

Kyle gave a small slow nod. "Sure."

Gerald pulled out all the necessities to make a pot of coffee, leaving it to stew by itself while he sat down at the table across from his older son. Kyle tried to look anywhere but at his dad's searching face, the look of concern in his eyes making the werewolf feel incredibly guilty.

"So," Gerald said softly, eying him closely. "What's up with the white hair?"

Kyle shrugged. "Style change..."

"Ah, I see."

Kyle nodded. "It's all the rage."

"I'll bet.", Gerald said, nodding slowly. "And the call back to the 80's thing you have going on?"

"Same. Style."

The coffee finished and Gerald got up, pouring both him and his son a cup and sitting back down. He slid his cup over to Kyle and looked up towards the stairs, eyes searching.

Kyle took a big gulp, barely noticing the heat of the coffee in lew of it's comforting flavor. Gerald did the same, though he was far more cautious, and turned his attention back to his son. Kyle watched as the older man seemed to struggle with his words, eyes tinged with sadness and something unidentifiable.

"When were you bitten?"

I'm back baby! Back from my long vacation/sabbatical of no writingness! Aren't you happy? I sure am! Now on to my usual end words:

That's right folks. Gerald know. He knows. How? Why? You'll have to find out next time my dears. Muhahahaha!

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