Disclaimer: I do not own South Park or any of the Characters that belong to the show.

A/N: Sorry you guys for the extremely late update. My computer crashed and I had it sent away to get fixed and it took a couple of weeks. I don't blame the guy who was fixing it for taking so long; he did have another job and was fixing my computer up whenever he found the time. But I got all of my stuff back and my beautiful laptop is fine and healthy and running. (*snuggles laptop*) Now back to work. Oh, and if you don't mind tell me what you thought about the drawing of Max that I did. For those of you who still don't know- there's an attribute drawing of Max and Kenny on my deviantart. So check it out at: .com/#/d3j5pqx

Come home.

Was all the message said. Checking the time it was sent, Max turned a bit pale when he saw that the time sent was from last night.

"What're you doin'?" Kenny entered the room, confused when finding the dark haired teen still in his boxers.

"Oh-uh, My dad texted me last night." Max informed, trying to hide the uneasiness in his voice.

"Oh. I didn't hear your phone go off."

"Yeah…" Max agreed, heading back to the main screen, though feeling incredibly stupid when he found the symbol for 'all sounds off' on the screen, "eh-heh, I had it on silent."

Pulling on a shirt, Kenny turned to the other male, a pout hooked to his lips, "Does that mean you're going home after breakfast?" voice full of disappointment.

"No, I'm going home now." Max corrected, grabbing his pants and pulling them on, "I'm not hungry anyway."

"Wh-what?" the blonds pants falling to his shins as he stared at his boyfriend in disbelief, "You're going to go home so soon? But I thought we were going to hang later?" Kenny flinched at the word 'hang', having died that way once, "I mean hang out."

"I would love to, but I would also love to not get my ass handed to me when I get home." The raven didn't even bother putting on a shirt, grabbing his jacket and zipping it all the way closed.

Max turned to face his blond boyfriend to find the said male pouting at him with begging blue eyes. It was hard to turn away for the other's face was just too cute.

Be manly. Be manly. Max chanted mentally, clenching his fist and using the last of his will power.

"Sorry, Kenny, but my dad needs me." Max said, grabbing his bag and heading out of the room quickly, though trying to keep his calm composure.

"I need you too! I need you to stay with me." Kenny whined as he buttoned his pants, following Max down the stairs and up the hallway.

"Good morning," the younger teen greeted the cooking mother with a smile as he continued his way to the front door, "I'll call you later once I see what my dad wants."

"Wait."

With a huff and a grunt Max turned around, crossing his arms as he unwillingly listened to what Kenny had to say.

He's just stalling.

"At least give me a 'goodbye kiss' before you go?" A cheesy, yet hopeful, smile ran on the other teen's lips; eyebrows knitting together to create a begging expression.

Even though he was somewhat in a rush and anxiety was clawing its way up his back Max took his time in giving Kenny a proper goodbye kiss. The raven teen sending a heartfelt smile before leaning in to plant a kiss.

A smirk couldn't help but appear a second before Kenny leaned in for a kiss, the eyes of his family staring at the two of them with a mixture of uncertain emotions. It was like Kenny was shooting the bird at his father as he locked lips with his boyfriend in front of his whole family.

A hand finding its place on Max's cheek as it encouraged him to continue the kiss, and the dark-haired demon took the invitation gladly, taking a step closer as he deepened the kiss.

The want in Max's lips were anything but hidden, Kenny now understood that it wasn't that Max needed to see what his father wanted because he cared for the man, he needed to because he feared what kind of punishment he would get if he didn't. And the raven teen didn't want to give this up. His beautiful demon was scared of having to give him up under his father's command.

The blond unzipped the other's jacket to reveal hidden sensitive flesh. Max shivering as he let out a gasp; angelic fingers lightly racing down his chest and dancing along his stomach.

Kenny taking advantage, as he always did, of Max's gasp and barging his tongue into the other male's mouth; His other hand moving from the raven's cheek up to his dark hair, pulling him closer.

Max's tongue played shyly against the blonde's tongue, blush flying across his cheeks as the anxiety in his back reminded him that he had to leave.

As their lips parted both boys exchanged expressions of longing and disappointment; Kenny giving Max a weary smile as he watched the teen walked down the driveway with a wave.

Even though his father knew he would be staying over a friend's house, Max was afraid that his father would find some reason—any reason—to punish and beat the shit out of him.

He found his blood running colder than the winter air around him as he approached his house. The outside of the house matching what the inside must have looked like—trashed and disgusting.

Did he have a house party or something?

The thought passing Max's mind as he made his way up the driveway, avoiding the soaked toilet paper and beer cans.

"Dad," his voice echoed throughout the dark and seemingly empty house, sending a shiver down his back as he entered his trashed home, "I-I got your message this morning. Sorry, but my phone was on silent."

The house responded to him with an abandoned sound, making the teen's nervous meter raise with the surrounding suspense.

Max couldn't help but flinch as he heard a sudden grunt and a shuffle of what might have been…boxes…or paper? His father's figure arose from behind the kitchen counter, the older male grumbling as he rubbed the sleep away from his face.

"You…" the low growl escaped the older man's voice as he struggled to keep his balance, "I was….last night I texted you to come home. Where were you?"

"Dad, I was at—"

"I needed you and you didn't come," Max's father interrupting him, voice rising as he wobbled around the counter, wanting to yell at his son from a close distance, "You didn't know what was wrong. You didn't know what was wrong!"

"Okay, dad. But let me ju—"

"I could have died! I could have been dead and you could have come home to my dead corpse—is that what you want?"

Please, don't get my hopes up, Max thought, rolling his eyes.

"So what were you doing, huh? You were out all night!"

The situation was a bit too confusing for Max to follow, never has Max ever gotten into an argument with his dad where the man's voice switched from a low, calm voice to a loud, yelling one. One thing was known; Max would be getting into a fist fight with his dad by the end of this argument.

"Were you out all night whoring yourself off to whoever—"

"Dad! I was at a friend's house. Remember? You even said I could go!" Max finally finishing a sentence without being interrupted.

"I didn't know that meant all night!"

"What the hell do you think 'sleep over' means?" though his words were coming out of his mouth perfectly and eyes fearless, Max wanted to puke and cry on the inside. Though, it was more surprising to him that he was actually arguing back to his dad and hasn't been hit for it yet.

"Oh, so I see! I have a fucking whore son who likes to fucking whore around with his friends at their house!" Now it seemed like his father was going to stick with yelling from here on out in the argument.

"I wasn't whoring myself off!"

"Oh great, so you let them rape you?" Fist slamming against the counter as Max's father's stupid-rage wouldn't allow him to stand still anymore.

"First of all, No. And secondly, it's not considered rape if I let them, dad!" Max's heart was beating in his throat. Where was this blind courage coming from? Was Kenny's influence making him do this?

"So you were having sex!" His father turned around, accusingly.

"No—tch—I didn't have sex. We were just—" Max face-palming himself, accidently giving his dad the wrong idea.

Before Max could correctly explain himself he couldn't find himself to continue as his father lunged at him, grabbing him by the front of his jacket and pulling him close. The raven haired teen's breath ramming into his throat as he came face to face with his father.

"That's enough. I don't want to hear your shit." A breath drenched in the scent of liquor greeted Max's nostrils.

"Fine," Max barked, pulling himself away from the older male's grip; surprised that he had the strength to do so, but the surprise was quickly enveloped with pent up anger, "Then you don't have to listen to me anymore!"

"Where the hell do you think you're going?" his father's voice came frantically behind him while Max made his way out the front door.

"Fuck you," the pissed raven glared at his father before continuing his way down the driveway, leaving his things with little to no care of what happens to them at the moment, "I'm fucking sick and tired of you!"

His father tried to speak, mouth open to argue back, but he was too shocked at the way his son was acting. When did he grow balls?

"I don't want to be treated like a fucking-bag anymore! At least when I'm with my friend he doesn't beat the shit out of me and then fucking RAPES me!" Max's breath was coming out in short uneven patterns, though he didn't feel cold for once in the freezing weather that was South Park.

"Who do you think you're talking too?" The older male's face turning red as he tried and failed at controlling his temper and volume.

"To a molester. Who do you think you're talking too?"

"Not my son—that's who!" The older male yelled, stomping through the frozen lawn grabbing and throwing Max into the snowy ground.

With a grunt Max fell to the ground, finally feeling the cold around him for the first time since he left his house. He stood shakily, rage running through him, but not entirely sure how to let it out.

All those times that Max had to deal with his father's shit. All the pain he had to go through trying to get over the death of his mother—his loving and caring mother. And the times that Max had to suffer through his father's sexual needs; the routine of suffering and feeling dead slowly setting into normality as the years of his mother's death passed. How much he had changed during those dreadful years. In comparison to Max's younger years and now, his social life was pretty much the same—a disaster, but the way he lived—the way he felt—back then was always safe, always loved. Yeah, he was a jerk and a school bully when he was little, but at least he knew he could go home to his loving mother and his hard-working dad. He had a home where he could sleep comfortably in a bed without having to lock the door in fear of his father. So much lost just from the death of one person.

Body shaking, Max glared at his father while his fists clenched and unclenched.

"Max!"

The familiar voice of an angel distracted Max for a moment, turning his head to Kenny and for a simple moment he had completely forgotten about his anger and his father. Though as fast it took for Max to forget about the situation at hand he was quickly reminded when his father's hard, meaty fist collided with the side of his face.

As his boyfriend fell to the ground, the instincts to protect the one he loves ignited within Kenny and the blond went tackling the one that Max calls 'father'.

It took a moment for Max to regain himself, shaking his head of the snow and embracing his wounded cheek with his right hand. He stood shakily as he looked up to find his father and his boyfriend in an intense fist fight.

He couldn't tell who was winning, but that didn't subside the distressed feeling he got while watching them.

A punching combo to the gut, the face, and then the chin were the final blows that brought Max's father lying on his back on the cold ground, which didn't help comfort the cold feeling of defeat.

"Piece of shit!" curses flew from the blonde's mouth, though looking somewhat proud at defeating the main source of Max's anguish.

"Kenny," Max called his boyfriend, though the blond didn't move from his spot and continued to curse and kick the fallen male, "Kenny," he called to him again, going over and pulling him away from the groaning figure, "Let's go. I don't want to be around when the police come by."

A bit surprised that Max didn't want a piece of the action, Kenny reluctantly followed the raven.

"Wh-Where d-d-d-do ya think yer….going," the gasping voice dare ask his, now disowned, son.

Kenny stood silently as he could feel Max's anger start to rise within him once again, but was surprised at the self control the other male showed when responding to his beaten dad.

Turning to face his biological father one last time, Max's face was still as his expression only revealed icy hatred towards the man he was replying to, "I'm leaving."

All emotion was drained from Max's father's face as a pathetic expression was left on his face.

"You can stay here and live and do whatever you want, but don't expect me to ever be around." Turning, the raven teen walked off the lot and onto the sidewalk; Kenny still being practically dragged by the slightly younger teen.

"Bu—"

"Ever!"

"Where will you—"

Max's final reply was worded into the form of a middle finger reaching towards the heavens, which made Kenny snicker and almost burst out laughing as he glanced back at Max's father and his stupefied expression.

After walking aimlessly for what felt like an hour and reflecting on the rush of events that had happened; Max finally stopped walking, settling down on a bench nearby.

Kenny stared at the raven, unable to read the expression on his face of guess what he was probably thinking at the moment. The other teen was hunched over, elbows on knees and a hand on his chin as he stared at the ground, as if mentally demanding it to give him answers only it could give.

"So, how do you feel?" Kenny asked, breaking the silence and apparently breaking Max's train of thought.

"Good." Max answered bluntly, sitting up properly and making eye contact with the male for the first time since earlier that morning when he left the house of the McCormicks'.

"Any regrets?"

"Should there be?" Max's voice suddenly becoming innocent.

Kenny only chuckled as he assured the teen with a smile, "No."

And for some reason Max couldn't help but smile too and.

"So…" Kenny began, getting comfortable as he leaned back and pillowed the back of his head with his arms, "what are you going to do now?" though the blond had a clue, a knowing grin displaying itself on his lips.

"Hmph," the raven haired teen grinned, glancing over at the blond before folding his arms and sitting back, "Why ask when you already know the answer?"

"Then shall we go home?" suggested the blond, standing up with a bit of a bounce.

"Only if you don't mind carrying me. I'm exhausted." Max whined, hanging his head off the bench.

"You! I'm the one who got into a fist-fight with your dad."

"He's not my dad anymore—so technically speaking, you got into a fist-fight with a total stranger." Max argued, standing up with a smirk, trying not to laugh at the blond, taking the upper-hand in the conversation.

"Tch, whatever. C'mon, let go home. We should celebrate this occasion." Kenny craved, pulling the sitting teen up to his feet and leading the way home.

"Oh, Kenny…" Max paused, stopping abruptly, "Why were you at my house?"

"You mean a strangers house," Kenny jokingly corrected, "nah, I knew you were in trouble."

"How?" the wondering raven's eyebrows knitted together.

"I'm your boyfriend," Kenny stated, pulling the other teen into an embrace, "I just know these things."

The two of the fell silent; Max resting his face into the nook of Kenny's neck, heart pounding as his chest pressed against the blonds'.

"Or…" Max broke out, looking up at the blond, "it was just obvious I would be in trouble and you came running to my house because you were worried."

"That too." Kenny chuckled with a wink.

But all in all, the both of them were just glad none of them had to deal with that raping, beating, bastard again—especially Max. And now Kenny gets his little innocent demon all to himself and Max gets to lavish in the glow of his dirty-minded angel.

A/N:This is NOT the last chapter. One more after this!