A/N: It's three in the morning...I have to get up in six hours to go work for eight hours...so let's write a fanfic!
Goddamn I'm stupid as hell. Oh well. Enjoy!
Travis Kendall was his name. And apparently domestic abuse tended to be his game. Kyle, Kenny, and Riley sat around Kyle's laptop, scrolling through the articles online revolving around Riley's old lover, several clippings revealing his all-too-violent lifestyle.
"Jesus Christ..." Kenny murmured.
"That's at least the seventh article we've seen," Kyle said softly. "Riley, this guy was fucking insane!"
She nodded. "Yeah, I know. I couldn't find a way to get away from him though..."
"That tends to happen in relationships like that," Kyle replied. "I mean, I'm not an expert on the subject or anything, but that's what we learn about from others."
"Those 'others' probably have no real conception of what goes on," she mumbled sadly.
"Abuse isn't fun," Ken stated quietly. Kyle turned and looked at him sympathetically.
"Yeah, no kidding," she scoffed. "Just be glad you two haven't lived like that," she leaned back and crossed her arms.
"Riley, don't talk before you know the facts," Kyle advised, still scrolling through the webpages.
"I was abused by my parents all the time," Kenny shrugged. "Dad was always drunk and Ma just kinda ignored me if he was in a mood. Things are better, but still, I've lived through that shit."
"Oh...," she responded. "I'm...I'm sorry."
"Hey, I'm not the only one. Ky was abused, too."
"Not like you two," the Jew replied.
"Mentally you were."
"My parents hit me every now and then, too," he shrugged. "But it wasn't constant. And they just pushed me to be better, that's all."
"See? Mental abuse. And with all the shit they've put you through lately?"
He sighed and looked at him sadly. "Dude, stop it. Stop trying to make it look like I'm worse off. I'm not the one who'd come to school with bruises." Kenny looked down at his feet in shame, biting his lip. Kyle leaned over and kissed his cheek gently and the blonde looked up with a half-grin.
"So what exactly are we doing?" Riley asked.
"We're looking for him," Kyle shrugged, looking back at her. "We can't do much else until."
She sighed and leaned back into the cushion. "God, how'd he get away with all this shit?"
"He didn't," Kyle froze slightly.
"What do you mean?" Ken quirked his brow.
"As of 2003, he was placed on death row for the first degree murder of Ashley Harp through aggravated sexual assault. He was given a lethal injection on February 6th of 2006."
They all blinked at the screen for a moment before Riley stood and screamed, pulling at her hair. "NO! I...I wanted to be the one to...God-fucking-dammit!"
Ken shot up and grasped her shoulders. "Riley, it's okay! You got your revenge, didn't you? He's dead!"
"But I wanted to be the one to destroy him," she spat. "I wanted to watch him suffer by my hand for once!"
"Riley...he hurt you but it shouldn't mean that you should want to torture him to death," Kyle blinked at her.
"Oh what do you know?!" she yanked herself out of Kenny's grasp and crossed her arms. Kyle fell into a deep frown.
"I know a lot about that kind of thought train. Would it truly make you a better person if you had killed him?"
"I could have saved that girl's life," she said sadly. "She didn't deserve to die, only he did!"
"Riley, there are people like that out there," Kenny started softly. "We all want them gone, but to take matters into our own hands just worsens the situation ten-fold. Look, just look at it from the perspective that at least he's guaranteed to not hurt anyone ever again. I mean, you could totally take that as a win."
"Kenny, you don't understand!" she cried out. "He...he humiliated me! He completely destroyed me! Were it not for my work, I would have...I would have died by his hand," she said with tears streaming down her face. "Taking him out first...it would have solved so many problems...I regret that I never got around to doing that," she sniffed.
"Killing isn't fun, Riley," he said gently. "You would have been worse off if you had done that."
"Oh because you're some kind of expert on the subject, right?"
Kenny dug his hands into his pockets and scowled at her. "I'm not an expert, but I've experienced it firsthand. Dude, don't base your entire existence off of getting revenge. It's honestly just not worth it."
She rolled her eyes, "you just don't understand. It fucking hurt...it hurt so much. I felt everything about me just...draining away when I was with him. I didn't feel strong...or independent anymore. Everything just fell away from me from him. You just don't get it!"
Kyle shut his laptop and got to his feet, staring at her with an emotionless expression. "Apparently you weren't listening when we were talking today," he said in a monotone way. "You need to figure out that you're not the only person on Earth who's lived through this. But we don't take revenge like that, Riley. We just keep going. Dead or not, we have to keep fucking going. I think you need to figure that out before we get to a point where we can't save you anymore."
She just stared back at him. "Kyle...it's different," she said softly.
"How? How is humiliation and complete degradation of yourself different?"
"I thought I could trust him," she whispered.
"I thought I could trust who attacked me as well, Riley," he drawled out with his hands on his hips. "I used to hold a very high trust in people. Whether or not they were strangers never mattered to me, I never felt afraid to walk the streets at night. You lost your trust in one man, Riley. I lost mine for an entire species. Don't you tell me that we're different, because like it or not, we're not. We're both fucked in the head, trying to figure out just what will make us whole again."
"Well what, pray tell oh mighty knowledgeable one, do you think will make you whole again?" she demanded.
He blinked at the girl for a moment. "People. I'm learning to deal with it by being with people. I haven't driven myself into the realm of complete distrust, despite the fact that I've been hurt. There are still good things about all people that I can find solace in. I'm willing to bet that Travis had some attribute that kept you with him. I bet it wasn't just the threat. If he granted you the freedom to travel around and do your photography work, I'm willing to bet that you could have very easily have just walked out of there and never looked back."
"He....he only gave me the 'freedom' so he could fuck other chicks."
"And did you ever sleep with other people? Tell me, was this a true relationship or were you merely on 'fuckbuddy' terms?"
"I said he was my boyfriend," she said softly.
"Yes, you did. But something about your tone of voice tells me that you don't mean it in the sense like Ken and I are boyfriends," he raised his brow.
She scowled at him. "No. We weren't like that. His idea of a 'romantic evening' was a few beers, a quick fuck, and a beating to make sure that I was aware of which of us was dominant."
"But he let you run around," Kenny raised his brow and came to stand beside Kyle. "If he was truly assertive of his dominance, he would have kept you under lock and chain."
"I told you! He just did that so he could fuck other girls!"
"He could have forced you to watch or something," he replied. "Riley, I think that you were afraid to leave him for good, that's why you kept going back to him."
"I wasn't afraid to leave him, I was afraid of him," she said firmly.
Kyle sighed and massaged his temples. "You're in so much denial right now it's not even funny."
"I'm not in denial!" she growled, pushing him back a bit.
"Alright, then let me ask you this," he responded angrily. "It's been fifteen years since you died, why are you still in South Park?
She paused and blinked at him. "I'm stuck here because I'm dead."
"No you're not," Kenny rolled his eyes. "Plenty of our people had been moving around. One of our cases came all the way from Korea!"
"Alright, alright, fine! So I just stuck around here, so what?"
"I think that you were afraid of the reality of your relationship with Travis," Kyle stated. "You were terrified of going back to him as a ghost and seeing that he moved on from you without a moment's doubt, weren't you?"
"Good! If he moved on from me that means that he couldn't hurt me anymore! I would have been free!"
"You already were!" he argued. "This was a guy obviously just in the relationship for the mere fact that you were submissive to him! You let him win and he just wanted some easy scoring! Riley, you were fucking free the whole fucking time, but you kept crawling back to him because you didn't know how else you could live your life unless it was under his shadow! But you convinced yourself that he was forcing you to, that your life was on the line should you not come back to justify staying in such a destructive state for so long."
"And you built yourself around this idea for so long and so stubbornly that you actually began to believe that you were truly doomed to stay with him," Kenny continued. "So you slowly began to believe that the only way out of the relationship was to kill him."
"But you could never bring yourself to do it," Kyle said. "You were desperate for his companionship despite how much it hurt you. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you could also see that you had completely made this story up for yourself, so your conscious stopped you from actually going through with something so stupid and selfish."
The boys watched as she stared at them openly, slowly letting her eyes drift between the two of them. "I...I....you just don't understand," she whispered.
"We do," Kenny sighed. "You got hurt. You built everything you had around gaining revenge, even though in your world, it didn't really even have any justification."
"Ours did," Kyle continued gently. "But when we did take revenge, everything only seemed to get worse. Riley, you lived your life around false ideals and a hateful nature...don't let your entire afterlife end up like that as well."
She sniffled softly, looking at the ground. "I was hurt..."
Kenny laid a hand upon her shoulder and she met his gaze as he offered her a comforting grin. "We know. But you're free of him now. And it's not too bad without him, is it? You've continued your art...despite the fact that you're dead, you've continued to live in some way without him beside you. You just never really accepted the truth for yourself, did you?"
Slowly, that ever-so-comforting rosy hue began to emanate from her, overpowering the ghastly green. "It wasn't fair...," she said sadly.
"No. No it wasn't," Kyle agreed. "Life isn't fair sometimes. But you're free, consider it a win, Riley."
She nodded and wiped her eye as she began to fade away. "Do you think I'll see him in Hell?" she whispered upsettingly.
"I doubt it, it's a pretty big place," Ken said softly. "And if you do, call for Damien if things get out of hand. He'll know you and help you out if you need it."
"I'm sorry," she sniffed and gathered them both in a hug. They grasped her back gently as she faded off completely. They dropped their arms and sighed. Kenny walked over towards his notebook and flipped it open.
Riley Robbins...Born: June 20th, 1976....Died: November 11, 1994....Stuck in a false reality
They both watched as it glowed and faded and sighed again. "Ya know," Kyle said looking up at him with a smirk. "We figured that out pretty easily."
"We make an awesome team," Kenny smiled, leaning down and kissing his forehead.
"That we do. We fit well," he leaned into him lovingly and they aimlessly walked around the room for a bit.
"I can think of a few parts of us that fit well together," Ken smiled maliciously. He pressed Kyle into the wall and planted a firm kiss on his lips. "Wanna take those parts for a test run?"
"What is there to test?" he cocked his brow in amusement.
"How about where they go?" he grinned goofily.
"Huh?"
"Well...," he pressed his hips against the boy's. "They work in the bedroom, in the kitchen, in the shower, on the couch...let's see just how much we can do here," he winked.
"Where's here?" he asked.
"Right here," he growled, locking lips with him again. "We're marking the wall," he laughed lowly into his mouth.
"The wall?" he blinked, still secured against the blonde's massaging mouth.
"Mhmm," he rumbled deeply. "Got an issue? We can go to the room if you want," he thrust his groin against his again, eliciting a gasp to escape his lips.
"Here's fine," he squeaked. Kenny laughed softly and dove his tongue into the Jew's mouth. Kyle worked his arms up and grasped Kenny's broad shoulders, squeezing with his delicate fingers every-so-often. He broke away from Kenny's mouth and tried to regain his breath, taking a few chuckles. "Why is it solving these cases seem to always lead to sex?"
"Because," Ken kissed his ear. "it's hard work. We need a stress reliever...," he nipped his way down around his throat. "And besides, we need to further the idea that we're the perfect team."
"I don't think we can," he said, giggling lightly as Kenny licked him lovingly. "I think we've already proved it."
"Well let's keep it proven," he growled seductively. He took his arms away from trapping in Kyle's frame and worked them down towards his jeans. He ripped them and his underwear away swiftly, looking down as he chewed on the boy's skin. "Are you aware," he began, "that you are the hottest fucking Jew around?"
"And just how many Jews have you been looking at?"
Kenny pulled back and smirked at him, "wouldn't you like to know?" he leaned forward and pecked him in-between the eyes. He pulled away again and placed his fingertip on the redhead's nose. "You're the only one that'll ever matter," he winked.
"I know I was supposed to take that as something sweet, but I don't think I can," he raised his brow.
"Try for me?" he stuck his bottom lip out pathetically.
"Fine. I'll let that one slide," he rolled his eyes in good humor.
"Excellent," he grinned, running his hand up though the mess of curls and yanking his head back a bit. He dove down and fully attacked in-between his neck and shoulder, suckling roughly as he took his other hand and played with the boy's cock, running his fingers and palm over the burning flesh. Kyle gasped and moaned, holding onto Kenny as his legs shook. Kenny pulled back and licked his lips, observing the bright red and rather large splotch against Kyle's pale skin. "Beautiful," he murmured. He released Kyle's member, still pulling his head back as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a tube of lube.
"You have got to be kidding," Kyle said with a small chuckle, looking down all he could with his hair still restrained.
"Nope," he grinned. "I'm sorry, but I have some control issues and I need to be sure that I'm readily prepared," he winked. He grasped the tube in his teeth as he unzipped the fly of his jeans and let his cock fly out into the open air.
"Are we deliberately holding my head back for a reason?" Kyle asked.
"Yes. Yes we are," he smirked.
"And that reasoning is...?"
"You'll see," he said, biting down on the tube and gathering some lubricant in his hand before pressing it onto his cock. He spit the tube down on the ground and looked at Kyle predatorily. He grabbed Kyle's left thigh and raised it to wrap around his waist as he pressed him back into the wall. He grabbed Kyle's wrist and pressed it against the wall.
"Dude, this is uncomfortable as hell," Kyle winced.
"Give me your other arm," he stated. Kyle looked at him confusedly before doing as asked. Kenny grabbed both of his wrists together, pressing them above his head.
"Feeling like being different I see," he raised his brow.
"Heh, yeah," he smiled sheepishly. "You okay with that?"
He nodded. "Works for me."
"Awesome. Bring your other leg up," he commanded.
"How? I'm a bit stuck here."
"Hop a bit and just wrap your leg around me."
"I'll fall!"
"No you won't. Just hop," he restated.
Kyle blinked at him before sighing in defeat. He took his right leg and test jumped a few times before going at it for real. As soon as his leg was somewhat around Kenny, the blonde pushed forward and impaled himself on him.
"AH!" he cried out as he went back into the wall. His legs tightened around Kenny as he took a few shuddery breaths.
"Told ya you wouldn't fall," Kenny grinned.
"Fuck you," he looked at him as best he could.
"Kay," he shrugged, starting to move in and out of him. Kyle whimpered heavily a few times.
"God, it feels like...oh god...," he panted.
"You okay?" he asked, slowing down a bit.
"I'm fine, keep going!"
Ken let out a laugh before driving into him forcefully time and again. "Hold on tight," he advised, pressing more firmly on the boy's delicate wrists.
"Ahh...oh Jesus Christ...," he breathed, wincing heavily.
"Feel good?"
He swallowed some air and nodded as much as Kenny allowed him. "Uh huh."
"Good," he smiled. He lunged forward and bit at Kyle's throat hungrily. He listened to the boy hiss and increased his pace, yearning to hear more of it.
"Kenny...Ken...oh god...," he sniffed as the larger boy continued to suck at his tender skin with vigor. "Are you a fucking vampire or what?" he asked brokenly.
Kenny finished biting him and pulled back to look at his turned head. "Yes. I'm marking my Jew for myself."
"Wha-what?" he whimpered.
He looked at the two fresh marks and rammed into him faster, listening to his pleasure-induced moans contentedly and making a few of his own. "No one else is taking you from me again," he murmured as he cuddled his face into Kyle's chest, still pounding harshly into his entrance. He felt Kyle try to tug his hair out of his tight grasp and he loosened his grip to let him move his head. He looked up from his chest to find a pair of green eyes staring at him widely and an absolutely speechless expression from their owner.
A few moments of silence passed between them, the only sound being Kenny's balls slapping against Kyle's skin repeatedly. Kyle suddenly lunged forward and locked mouths with him again furiously, as if trying to claim the blonde as well. Kenny moved his now free hand to under Kyle's thigh, aiding him in keeping upright as he continued to move. Kyle jerked his hips against Kenny's all he could in his suspended state, letting his cock bound against Kenny's abs roughly. Kenny moaned at the delicious friction of their colliding skin and jammed his tongue into Kyle's mouth once again.
They desperately kissed with immense passion, as if savoring a last moment together, frozen in time. Kyle let out a high pitched whine, signaling to Kenny that he was nearing his edge. He thrust harder, deliberately hitting the boy's prostate with a rough touch, sending delicious courses of electricity to travel throughout both of their bodies. The blonde broke their kiss for a bit and they stared into each other's eyes before he slammed his shut as he released into Kyle, feeling his load rebounding inside of the Jew and pouring back out down his aching cock. Kyle let go soon after, his release coating Kenny's clothes in the sticky mess.
They stayed tangled together like that for a good deal of time, both very shakily trying to regain their breath. Kyle finally unwound his legs, trying to gain ground as his feet touched the floor. Kenny still held his wrists, holding him up as the boy's legs gave way under him. He helped him slide slowly to the floor, still panting, and sat in-between the boy's legs.
A few moments of only their erratic breathing filled the air before they looked at each other. "Ken...," the redhead started, "is there something you're not telling me?"
"Whaddya mean?"
"You've never given me hickeys like this before...are you alright?"
Kenny sighed and gathered the half-naked form in his arms, kissing him lightly. "I don't know. I guess I was thinking about Craig attacking you earlier, ya know?...him and Mitch...I feel like everyone's trying to take you away from me," he frowned.
Kyle broke away a bit and looked up at him. "No one is going to take me from you."
"How can you guarantee that?" he asked. "What if some totally hot guy with an amazing cock and brains and muscles to spare comes waltzing up to the door and offers to take you away?"
Kyle frowned deeply, "Ken...why are you so insecure about us? Do...do you really have that low of a self esteem?"
"I just feel like I'm...I'm..."
"You're what?"
He blinked at him before looking at the floor shamefully, "that I'm not good enough for you," he finished.
"Ken, I said earlier, even told Stan and Cartman that I wouldn't be here if you weren't. I'm trying to figure out what these standards are you're setting for my 'type'."
"Smart...hot...able to protect you...not a fucking pussy..."
"Okay, so we're four for four here," he raised his brow. "You seem to be doing pretty well."
"I'm not any of that crap," he sighed.
"That's bullshit," he rolled his eyes. "I don't know why you keep saying that you're not good enough for me. I mean, I'm sitting on our living room floor half-naked with cum dripping out of my ass and two hickeys on me. I honestly couldn't be much happier."
"Why? There are so many better people for you," he sniffed.
"Okay, okay, hold up. You go from saying that you're marking me so no one takes me from you...to saying that you think someone else should have me? Ken, what is it that you want?"
"For you to be happy," his voice cracked.
"No one makes me happier than you, Dude," he said softly. "I don't want some...perfect god for a boyfriend. I like you because you're full of flaws just like me. You're sometimes rude, perverted, completely inappropriate, obnoxious, and a few other choice adjectives," he paused and looked at him with softer eyes. "But I don't want it any other way. Flaws are what tie people together. If we were all perfect...then what would anything in our lives be based off of? I like you for you and nothing more," he smiled gently. "Please stop downing yourself like that...it really hurts that you're so against yourself."
"See how you make me feel?"
They froze and stared at each other for a moment before Kyle broke off his gaze and looked away guiltily. "I...I'm sorry, Ken. Look, you know that I'm trying to remedy the situation on myself...so can you make me a promise?"
"Sure," he looked at him confusedly. "What is it?"
Kyle grasped his hand and stroked his fingers. "Let's...let's try to be better about ourselves together. Will you please stop thinking like this? You are good enough for me...in fact, you're too good for me. But I've been blessed with the chance to be with you, so I'm going to live it up all that I can," he smiled.
Kenny melded their fingers together and stared at them with a sigh. "Okay," he agreed softly.
Kyle inclined and kissed his forehead tenderly. "So," he said as a few quiet moments passed, "why were we playing aggressive sex?"
"Um...I'm not sure?"
"Oh come on," he rolled his eyes. "There was obviously something going on in that head of yours."
"Did I hurt you?" he asked sheepishly.
"Did I complain?"
"No."
"Well there you go," he smiled. "Being audacious one of your kinks or something?"
He cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his head, "uh...sort of."
"Ah, thought so."
Kenny quirked his brow, "you seem rather accepting of this."
He shrugged, "why wouldn't I be?"
"Well...considering what happened..."
"Ken, this situation is a little bit different, don't you think? I don't mind if you wanna make things a bit more exciting for you."
"But are you okay with me being like that? I don't wanna hurt you."
He smirked, "did I not already ask if you heard any complaints?"
Kenny smirked right back, "so, my lovely little Jew likes things rougher, hm?"
"I told you that I like it when you're in control of what I'm feeling," he shrugged. "Why didn't you tell me that you had a dominant fetish?"
"I would have...but after...you know...I thought you'd be scared of me."
Kyle chuckled lightly, "maybe if you told me that like, the night or so after, I would have had some issues. But honestly, it doesn't freak me out or anything," he shrugged again.
"You sure?"
"Of course I am. Maybe I have a submissive fetish," he winked playfully.
"Oh really?"
"Perhaps...," he drawled out, looking away from him and around the room slyly. Kenny grinned widely and pressed him back into the wall again.
"You like it when I'm controlling, hm?"
"In this scenario, yes," he smiled.
"Excellent," he growled, leaning towards him and touching noses. "Why don't I show you just how controlling I can be?"
"Please, demonstrate," he cocked his brow in amusement.
He chuckled lowly and placed his lips just by his. "Gladly."
He stared at the water intently, not blinking. Six minutes and counting. Absolutely nothing. Kenny sighed and leaned his head on the counter above the stove, banging his head against it gently. God this was taking forever!
He heard an incessant knocking at the front door and sighed heavily, taking his concentration away from the pot and walking over towards the source of the noise. As he opened the door, Stan and Cartman burst through, looking around wildly.
"Dude, where's that Riley chick?!" Stan asked.
"Why?" Kenny blinked as he shut the door.
"Damien stopped by to see us," Cartman explained. "He told us that the power to actually see and hear them isn't what drains away at a mortal's life source, it's your other powers, so he gave us that ability."
"Oh, cool," he smiled softly. "But me and Ky got her sent to Hell about four hours ago, Dudes."
Their faces dropped. "Aw, damn," Stan pouted.
He chuckled, "don't worry, we'll find another one soon enough. Is that the only reason you're here?" he asked as he led them back into the kitchen.
"Heh, yeah," Stan shrugged sheepishly. "Whatcha making?"
"Spaghetti," he smiled.
"Where's the Jew?" Cartman asked as Kenny handed them each a can of soda.
"In bed," he replied, looking back at his pot of water, watching the bubbles rising rapidly.
Damn it, it was true.
"Why is he in bed?" Stan asked with concern lining his voice.
Kenny smirked at him, "don't sound so worried for him, Stan."
"Well what's wrong with him? Ky doesn't usually take naps."
"You really wanna know?"
"Well, duh, Dumbass," he rolled his eyes. "Otherwise I wouldn't have asked you!"
He let a moment of silence pass before casually shrugging, "I've been banging him for the last few hours and he's a little worn out."
The larger boy's faces dropped into disgusted expressions. "Dude...," Stan started. "Why couldn't you have lied or something?"
"Because the looks on your faces was just too damn priceless to miss," he grinned widely. They all paused as they heard a soft ringing. Stan grabbed his phone out of his pocket and flipped it open.
"Hey, Wendy," he said as he took a sip of his drink. Cartman hopped up to sit on the countertop as Kenny started getting a colander down for his pasta. "I'm at Ky's and Ken's," he continued as he leaned back against the fridge. "No, he's in bed...I'm not gonna wake him up, Wendy. I...he's sick. He's not feeling well so he's lying down," he glared at Kenny who just smirked at him and continued to gather his materials. "Why do you need to talk to him?...Uh huh...okay...alright, hold on." He sighed and lowered the phone from his ear, looking at Kenny. "She says she really needs him right now," he said softly.
"Is it urgent?"
He shrugged, "she says so."
He sighed and handed Stan the box of pasta. "Alright, I'll go get him," he said. "Break the noodles in half and throw 'em in," he directed as he walked out of the room. He entered the bedroom slowly, observing the lump under the covers with a soft smile. He sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Kyle's angelic face with the small smile set on his tender lips. Kenny leaned down and kissed his cheek. "Ky? Ky, dude, can you get up for a minute?"
Kyle's eyes fluttered into view and he looked up at Kenny with that smile still shining. "Hey," he said softly. "Something up?"
"Wendy needs to talk to you."
Kyle's eyes narrowed into concerned slits as he sat up, the blanket sliding down and revealing his naked torso. "Wendy?" he repeated. "Is she all right?"
He shrugged, "I dunno, Stan has her on the phone," he motioned his head towards the door. Kyle nodded and swung his legs out of bed, looking around.
"Dude, where the hell are my pants?" he asked.
Kenny chuckled, "somewhere in the living room I believe." The boy blushed and grabbed another pair from his drawer, yanking them on before he went stumbling out into the other room.
"Dude, you could have put a shirt on," Cartman stuck his tongue out in disgust.
"Fuck off, Dude," he muttered, taking the phone from Stan's hand. "Wendy? Hey. Yeah...yeah, I'm fine. Why'd he tell you that?" he raised his brow at Stan who gave him a warning look. "Why was I in bed? Uh...I was tired?..." they all watched as his face began to glow red and they heard shrieking from the other end of the phone. He pinched his nose in the likeness of Stan and shook his head. "Yes. Now please stop squealing about it. It's not like we're new news or something....Wendy, I'm not telling you that! Now why do you need to talk to me?" He tapped his fingers against the countertop as she spoke. "Dude...Wendy...Wendy...WENDY!" he shouted. "It's fine, just come over, alright? We'll talk about it face to face if you can't explain it like this. Okay, we'll see you soon. Uh huh. Shut up," he glared at the phone. "Bye," he hung up and sighed irritably before looking at Stan. "Dude, how the fuck do you tolerate talking to her so much?"
He shrugged, "the same way you deal with Kenny openly admitting that you were fucking for hours today."
Kyle's glare switched from him to his boyfriend, who was making a big deal out of stirring the pasta. "Kenneth..."
Uh oh.
He sheepishly looked at him with an innocent grin upon his face. "Yes, Dear?"
He stared at him with his arms crossed. "I don't like that I have to treat you like a child," he growled.
"You weren't earlier. If you did that kind of stuff to a child, you'd be arrested for the seduction of a minor!"
Stan and Cartman sniggered lightly as Kyle's face began to glow vibrantly again. "KENNETH!"
Oops.
"Dude, I'm sorry!" he said, waving his hands in front of him defensively. "Knee-jerk reaction I swear!"
"Well learn to control them!"
"I'm sorry!" he pleaded.
"Ugh," he sighed, massaging his forehead. "What am I going to do with you?"
"Um...love me because of my lack of inhibitions?" he batted his eyelids.
He looked up at him unamused, "not in the presence of others, I won't."
"Sorry, I really am," he said softly, grabbing his hand and kissing it. "Forgive me?"
Kyle shook his head at him, "I guess I'm gonna have to, aren't I?"
"Well, otherwise you'll have to listen to me begging for a few hours."
"I could deal with that," he smirked.
Kenny shrugged and dropped to his knees with Kyle's hand still clutched to him. "Please, oh loveliest of the Jews, find it in your ever-so-generous heart to forgive this wretch?"
Kyle laughed softly and shook his head as Stan and Cartman watched with raised brows. "Well I guess when you put it like that I really don't have a choice," he smiled gently at him.
"Damn straight you don't," he winked, planting another kiss on his hand. "What can I do to make it up to you?" he asked.
"Ha ha," he chuckled. "Surprise me."
"Kay, one surprise per kiss," he smiled.
Kyle blinked at him. "What?"
He smirked and kissed the back of his hand again. "One," he counted. He moved up a bit and kissed again, "two...," he continued all the way up the boy's arm, watching him and letting his glance fall towards the two onlookers occasionally. Cartman looked outrageously disgusted while Stan looked strangely intrigued. He worked his way up Kyle's appendage until he hit the base of his neck and throughly licked up his jugular. "Twenty-one," he finished, nuzzling into the redhead's face.
Kyle let out a little giggle and pecked his cheek softly. "You're forgiven," he smiled. They looked over at the other two, catching Stan very openly staring.
He seemed to catch himself as well as he jolted a bit and cleared his throat, "sorry," he shrugged. "That was just...very different than what I'd expect from you two."
"Oh? And just what would you expect, Stan?" Kyle raised his brow.
"Well...with Ken's personality and all...," he trailed off, trying to find the best way to phrase his thoughts.
"You thought I'd just bend him over the counter and fuck him until he forgot all about the argument, right?" Kenny said.
"Uh...that certainly sounds more like you," he nodded.
"Dude, I don't do that to get out of trouble," he replied indignantly. "I do that whenever we're in the mood," he grinned deviously and pulled Kyle into him tightly. "And that just happens to be very often."
Stan chuckled a bit, "yes, trust me, I can tell. You can't seem to keep your hands off each other."
"Well excuse us for being close," Kyle rolled his eyes jokingly.
"Ya know, usually couples get scolded for being so physical so soon," Cartman raised his brow.
Kyle scoffed a bit, "dude, this is a relationship with Kenny of all people," he poked the blonde's shoulder pointedly. "The 'hands-to-yourself' rule was never going to apply here."
"Oh dude! That reminds me!" Stan exclaimed, prompting raised eyebrows from the other three.
"Uh...what reminded you of what?" Kenny asked.
"The hands thing, kinda related but not really," he shrugged. "Anyways, graduation party," he beamed. "You guys interested in going?"
"Who's holding it?" Kyle asked.
"Clyde," he smiled. "But Token's helping fund it. It's gonna be huge, Dude!"
"You going?" Kenny asked the larger boy atop the counter.
"Yup," he nodded. "Free alcohol is a definite yes in my book."
"Sounds tight," he nodded back as he turned to turn off the water for the food and poured the pasta into the colander.
"You wanna go, Kyle?" Stan asked.
"Um...I uh...I don't think that's a good idea." he shook his head slowly.
"Come on, you pussy," Cartman rolled his eyes. "You don't have to drink and poison your little sober mind."
Kyle narrowed his eyes at him, "for one thing, Cartman, don't fucking talk like you know everything. For another, I didn't mean the stupid drinking. I meant the part about me being with a bunch of people who hate my guts. I just don't think it's too smart of me."
"Well, I'll stay home with you then," Ken shrugged.
"No, Dude," he waved dismissively. "I think you should go, leave a lasting impression on those assholes," he suggested. "Have some fun for once."
"But...you..."
"Would not mind a quiet evening to myself," he smiled gently. "I love being with you, but we should have some hours where we're not right by each other. I know you like to cut loose every now and then and that's just fine. I'm not going to keep you locked in the apartment, alright?"
He bit his lip as he poured the sauce over the meal. "You're absolutely sure you don't mind me going out where there's going to be drinking?"
"Ken, just stay out of the police's way. Don't tell any secrets, and don't come home in a drunken rage and we'll be just fine, alright?"
Kenny smiled and kissed his forehead sweetly before looking at Cartman. "See?" he stuck his tongue out. "Topping doesn't equal control."
Cartman rolled his eyes and muttered a "whatever". Kyle smirked and stretched upwards and popped his back.
"I better go finish getting dressed before Miss Happy gets here," he looked at Stan with a bored expression.
"Was she mad or something?" he blinked.
"I'm not sure," he shrugged. "She was rambling. We'll just have to see."
He sighed and leaned against the counter. "Why wouldn't she tell me?" he asked softly.
"Just because you two are dating doesn't mean that all of her problems can be solved through you," he raised his brow. "Maybe she can't figure out what to get you for your birthday or something."
"I hope so." he nodded as Kyle walked out of the room to go grab a shirt. Kenny pulled four bowls from the cabinet and filled them with mounds of his spaghetti, handing them off to the boys and receiving their less-than-enthusiastic thanks.
"Stan, I have to know this now because it's a prospect that's scaring the living hell out of me," Kyle said as he walked back in, tugging his shirt down and shaking his head lightly to keep his hair away. He looked into Stan's gaze seriously, "is there any chance that she's pregnant?"
Stan's fork dropped to the floor. "We always use protection!" he breathed heavily. "Oh my God...what if...what if it was broke? Oh God, I can't be a father!"
Kyle walked over and placed his hands on Stan's large shoulders. "Dude, I was just asking for a possibility. If you've used a condom then I think we're okay."
"But what if you're right?!" he asked, still panicking. "She definitely wouldn't tell me first! She'd go to someone sensible like you!" he slammed his bowl on the counter and began pacing the floor. "Oh God, what if she is?! Kyle, I can't be a dad!"
"Stan, it was just a question, calm down!" he tried.
"But if you're right...everything's done!" he cried out. "No football for me, no studying as a dental hygienist for her...everything will be cheerios and diapers full of shit!" Kyle grabbed him and pushed him against the counter.
"Stan, listen to me," he commanded. "It was a hypothetical scenario, alright? You would have known if the condom was broken. You're not going to be a dad, you'll get into the NFL and Wendy will be a great dentist one day and you'll have kids when you're damn well ready. Just take a deep breath, alright?" Stan nodded and swallowed some air before shakily taking some breaths.
"God...the idea...Kyle, what if she is?" he asked with his azure eyes shining.
Kyle looked back sympathetically. "Dude, I told you, she's probably not."
"But what if?" he insisted.
"Then you'll be a dad," he shrugged. "You two would make awesome parents, alright? And I guarantee that should that happen, yours and her parents would be willing to help foot the billing for raising it, okay? Stop worrying about it."
"You...you think I'd be a good dad?" he sniffed.
"I think you'd be an amazing dad, Dude, but I don't think that's going to be the case. Now stop sniveling and eat your pasta. Athletes need the carbs," he handed his bowl back to him with a smile. He half-smiled back as Kenny handed him a new fork and he slowly took some nibbles. Kyle sighed and walked to lean onto Kenny and eat his own food.
Cartman let out a little shudder and they all looked at him confusedly. "Sorry," he shrugged. "I was trying to think of the spawn of you two hippies," he looked at Stan. "Frankly, the idea terrifies me."
"Why?" Ken asked as he chewed.
"Come on! The kid would be overly concerned about the environment and the plight of mankind all the while smashing people's faces into the ground in sports. Doesn't that little contradiction scare anyone else?"
"Personality traits aren't hereditary, Cartman," Kyle rolled his eyes.
"Sure they are, you're an annoying little Jewrat always protesting the mainstream and starting your own causes that are absolutely ridiculous like your mother," he raised his brow. "And just like her, you're a total little bitch. And from your charming father, you have the sex-thought capacity of a raisin."
Kyle swallowed his food and looked at him in a stately manner. "You're absolutely right, Cartman."
They all looked at each other in confusion. "I...I am?" he squeaked.
"Yes. Yes, you're right," he nodded in thought. "After all, you're a whore like your mother the way that you flaunt yourself and your ego to the masses. Their attention is your payment and your pleasure, is it not?"
Cartman blinked for a moment before his eyes narrowed. "Watch it, Kahl. I'll fucking find a way to kill you."
"Try me, Fatboy," he challenged.
Cartman placed his food on the counter and hopped off, "you wanna go, Jew?"
Kyle placed his bowl down as well and smirked at him, "Yeah. I wanna go straight out the door in fear after what you just did."
"What?" he asked.
"You actually stepped away from food! What is that, like, the third time in all 17 years of your life that you've done that?"
"Oh god...," Stan shook his head. He and Kenny backed away from the bantering duo slowly.
"Fuck you, Jew!"
He waved dismissively. "No thanks, I'd rather you didn't."
"I wouldn't touch you like that if you paid me! And besides, Kenneh fucks you enough for seven freaking people."
"Kyle raised his brow, "Was that supposed to be an insult?"
"Yes!"
"How?!"
"You're a dirty little Jew-slut!"
"How does sleeping with my boyfriend make me a slut?"
"It's not normal for people to always be screwing!"
"I personally think you're just jealous," he smirked.
"Of you getting your ass pounded in? I don't think so, Kahl."
"God you're fucking retarded," he shook his head.
Cartman grabbed his arms and yanked him roughly towards himself. "Care to try that again?"
Kyle merely blinked at him, his expression steady, "You. Are. Retarded." he repeated smoothly.
Cartman's eyes narrowed and he tightened his grip on the boy's arms, "Watch what you say, Jew. I have no issues with bashing your face in."
"You think I'm afraid of you?" he scoffed.
"You should be!"
"And yet I'm not."
"Okay, that's enough," Stan intervened. "Cartman, let go of him."
"I"m perfectly capable of defending myself, Stan," Kyle said dryly.
"Yes, let's let the Jewrat proved himself and fight back," Cartman smirked. "Come on, Kahl, show me how much damage a 30 pound ass like yours can actually do," he taunted.
Kyle scowled and tried to pull himself free of the larger male. He groaned in frustration, still tugging. He tried to kick out at him, but Cartman moved his leg back, smiling triumphantly.
"Come on, Skank. Cantcha do it?" he teased.
Kyle growled and his eyes flashed red, sending Cartman flying back and sliding on the hardwood floor.
"Goddammit, you cheating Jew!" he yelled, sitting up and rubbing his head.
Kyle crossed his arms and glared at him. "We didn't establish rules," he hissed.
"You seem to be getting the hang of that," Kenny commented, walking up beside the redhead and wrapping an arm around his small waist.
"To be honest, I don't even realize that I'm doing it until it happens," he looked up at him. "I just get frustrated and boom, someone goes flying across the room."
"Usually Cartman," Stan snickered.
"Shut up, Jock boy," he spat, standing and still massaging his scalp. "Stupid ass Jew...," he muttered.
Kyle merely rolled his eyes and they heard someone rapping on the front door.
"Must be Mrs. Marsh," he smirked, walking past Stan's flustered form and opening the door.
"Hey, Wendy," he smiled as the purple-clad girl made her way inside.
"Hi, Kyle," she smiled softly. The other boys came out as well to greet her.
"Hey, Babe," Stan said, walking up to her and kissing her lightly on the cheek.
"Hi, Stan. Ken, Eric," she smiled at them. Cartman nodded curtly and Kenny gave her a wave. She sighed and looked at the redhead. "Kyle, can I please talk to you in your room or something? It'll just take a minute, I promise."
"Hey, we've got plenty of time," he smiled gently. "Come on, we'll talk," he gestured towards the bedroom door and she followed his direction. He looked back at Stan's disheartened expression and shrugged before they were in the room and he shut the door quietly behind them.
"If Kyle comes out with hickeys that I didn't give him, I'm killing you, Stan," Kenny smirked.
Stan raised his brow amusedly. "I'd like to see you try, Shrimpy."
"I'm taller than you!"
"But a lot less muscular," he poked him pointedly.
Kenny rubbed the impact point and frowned. "I have muscle! It's just hidden under my other good looks," he smirked.
The ebon-haired boy laughed softly. "Sure it is." They all walked over and plopped down on the furniture. Stan absentmindedly picked up their notebook and flipped it open. "A false reality?" he blinked, giving Kenny a raised brow.
He nodded. "She thought that her boyfriend was trapping her when really he wasn't to put it simply."
"Ah," he nodded, looking back down at the page. "God...how do you handle all of this?"
"Whaddya mean?"
"Well...I mean, you're leading these people to Hell...I don't think I'd be able to," he elaborated.
Kenny shrugged, "I didn't think that I'd be able too, either. But me and Kyle look at it as a matter of rather or not we would rather be stuck in Hell or on Earth. I mean, if you're stuck on Earth, yeah, you can see your family or whatever, but you keep getting reminded of all the bad things that happened to you during your life. And you can't talk to anyone or do anything really, so why would you want to live...well, be dead like that?"
Both Stan and Cartman nodded slowly in agreement. "That does make sense," Cartman mused.
"Still, it'd just be hard to do if I were in your situation I would think."
"Well, I kinda don't have a choice in the matter, Dude," he shrugged.
"Oh, that 'condition' Damien mentioned?" he asked. He nodded back. "So, what exactly is that condition?"
Kenny froze slightly and shifted uncomfortably. "Well...I'm not sure if should tell you..."
"Why not?" Cartman raised his brow.
He sighed. "Well, I could tell Stan and he'd understand, but if I told you, you'd use it for yourself."
A moment of silence passed before Stan spoke softly, "Is it Kyle?"
"What?" Kenny blinked.
"The condition. Is it Kyle?"
Kenny bit his lip, glancing at Cartman before nodding softly. "Yes. We...none of us can ever tell anyone, alright?"
"Why? What would happen to him?" Cartman asked.
Kenny glared at him, "Satan would take him away. We'd never see him again. And by association, I would fucking murder you because I know it'd be you who spilled!" He sighed and looked back towards Stan. "We cannot tell Ky either, alright?"
"Shouldn't he be allowed to know that he's on the line?" he questioned.
Kenny shook his head. "No. I don't want him to think like that. I don't want him to know that he's just a few words away from being taken." Stan nodded slowly in agreement.
"You're right," he concurred. "That wouldn't go over too well." He looked up at the brown-haired boy determinedly. "Cartman, keep your mouth shut, do you understand?"
Cartman looked at him harshly. "Stan, even I have my limitations. If Kahl dies, it won't be from my phrasing, it'll be from my hands choking his goddamn Jewneck. Don't ever question that," he crossed his arms and leaned into the couch.
Kenny sighed and ran his fingers through his blonde locks. "I don't appreciate that thought process, but if it keeps you quiet then I'll let it slide." They all turned their heads as they heard the door opening. They watched as Kyle came out with Wendy securely in his arms as she cried.
"Wends?!" Stan panicked, leaping off the couch and dashing towards her. "Babe, are you okay?" he asked. Kenny rolled his eyes. It was rather obvious that she wasn't.
"I...I just..." she panted before sobbing a bit more. She turned and buried her face into Kyle's chest and he looked down at her sadly.
"It's okay, Wendy," he comforted her softly and wrapped his arms around her, gently swaying her back and forth. "It's okay...," he looked up at Stan, who was staring back with shining eyes.
"Is she...," he mouthed while pointing to his stomach.
Kyle shook his head with a smile. "Told you," he mouthed before looking back down at Wendy. "Wendy, maybe you should go home and lie down for awhile."
"But...she just...why won't she...God, Kyle I'm so sorry...."
"Don't be sorry, everything's okay, I promise," he patted her back gently.
"But I feel so bad now!" she screamed, fisting his shirt tightly.
"Don't, it's not worth it. Everything will work out, okay?"
"But...but...," she stammered.
"No more buts," he stated firmly. "Now I think that you should let Stan take you home so you can lie down, alright? I'll do all I can to help salvage the situation, but I really do think you're fretting over nothing."
"But it hurts...," she cried. Stan's eyes widened.
"What's hurt?! Why do you hurt?! Who am I killing?!" he growled protectively.
Kyle looked up at him and shook his head. "Stan, down," he ordered. "Look, Wendy. Coming from someone with experience in this, I can tell you that it'll get better, alright? You just have to be somewhat persistent."
"I've tried! It's not working!"
"It takes time," he reassured her, stroking her head maternally. "I know you and you want what's best for them, right?"
She sniffed and nodded against his shirt.
"Then you need to let them go at it on their own for a while, alright? After the initial excitement dies down, you'll get her back, I promise. Just be insistent with her. Don't let her push you aside or else it hurts a lot more, okay?"
"How do I be insistent?" she asked, looking up at him helplessly.
"Tell her that it's how you want it done and you'll be damned if you're doing it another way," he grinned. "If she is who you think she is, then she'll come around and you two will be back on normal terms in a matter of time."
She looked at his torso thoughtfully for a moment before one last sniffle. She looked up and him and smiled before leaning up and kissing his cheek. "Thank you," she whispered, clasping him tightly around the waist.
"Not at all," he smiled gently. "Now, let Stan take you home, alright? I'll call him tomorrow and see what's going on on that end."
She nodded, "Thanks again." she released him and turned towards Stan. "Take me home?" she asked.
He smiled in relief. "Of course." she smiled back and grasped his hand. "Guess I'm off," he waved to the others. "Cartman, you coming?"
"Yeah, might as well. Tired of the gay around here," he muttered.
"You were the one offering to fuck me just a while ago," Kyle smirked.
He whipped around and faced him squarely. "Not what I meant, Jewrat!"
"Sure it wasn't."
He growled in frustration and turned on his heel, storming out the door. Stan and Wendy followed closely behind and waved to them. "See ya, Dudes!" Stan called out.
"Bye, boys," Wendy smiled. "And thanks again Kyle. You have no idea what this means to me."
"Anytime, Wendy," he nodded. They watched as the door closed, standing in the middle of the living room before walking back into the kitchen to clean up their food mess.
"So, why was Miss Testaburger so upset?" Kenny asked as he handed dishes off to Kyle to wash up.
He chuckled. "Tell me something, Kenny: think about the kids at school. Who's the least likely couple to get together?"
"Me and you?"
"Aside from us. Choose a heterosexual couple."
"Um...Wendy and Cartman?"
"Nope. Who's the least likely to be with Bebe in particular?"
"Token?"
"They dated last fall."
"Clyde?"
"Third grade."
"That emo kid?"
"Who? Stan?"
Kenny burst out laughing. "Ha, no, but that wouldn't work well either," he snickered. "Okay, I give, who?"
Kyle looked at him as he scrubbed a bowl and smirked. "Starts with a B..."
"Brandon?"
"No, Dear."
"Oh! Bradley!"
"Close..."
"B...B...Butters?"
"Ding ding ding," he grinned. Kenny's face dropped into shock.
"No. Fucking. Way." he breathed. "Holy fucking God that's fucking...Jesus fucking Christ!"
"Kenny, were all the fuckings necessary?" Kenny broke into a smirk before Kyle stopped him, "Don't go there, Dude," he warned, smacking a bowl into his chest.
He chuckled as he dried off the bowl. "God...Butters and Bebe...Dude that's just weird as hell."
"Ain't it? I almost fell over when Wendy told me that."
"So what do those two have to do with Wendy freaking out?" he asked.
He looked at her with a somewhat sad smile. "She thought that she was losing her best friend to their significant other. She figured who better to talk to about that situation than me?"
"But she was the reason..."
"Yes, she knows," he laughed softly. "She kept apologizing, saying she didn't know how horrible it felt to feel like you were so much less important in your best friend's life." He paused for a moment and then sighed. "It's not like I blamed her, really, though. I blamed Stan."
Kenny smiled gently at him as he finished drying. "You still hold that against him?"
Kyle looked at him and let out a short laugh. "Haven't you noticed that since this whole...thing started that there hasn't been any lengthy amount of time I haven't seen him?"
"Losing you made him see just how important you are to him."
"Why couldn't he recognize that earlier though? I mean, why is it that only when our friendship is visibly on the line that he seems to care?"
Kenny froze. He knew those words. He shook slightly and bit his lip. Kyle looked up at him in concern. "You okay?" he asked.
"Hm? Oh, yeah," he forced out a chuckle. "Got cold that's all. Anyways, Stan's always cared about you, Dude."
"I know he's always cared, but it's just the actual maintaining of our companionship that he seemed to struggle with. If it weren't for you always being with me, I bet that I'd see him even more than I do now."
"Are you complaining about that?" he quirked his brow as he reached up to place the dishes back in the cabinet.
Kyle leaned back against the counter and sighed. "To an extent I am. I mean, I love the fact that I actually get to see my best friend occasionally. But at the same time, I feel like he's just here to make sure I'm not carving into my skin again, you know?"
"I would disagree with that...but I think in a way you may be right," he nodded, turning and leaning on the counter opposite his boyfriend. "Stan's a good guy, but he's too focused on certain things in his life. I think its switched from Wendy to you."
"But not in a very good way. Not in the 'oh this is my best friend' way. It's more of a 'oh god, Kyle lives somewhere where there's knives'," he picked one from the knife holder for display. "'I have to protect him from himself'," he finished with rolling eyes.
"Well, Ky in a way that's understandable. We were scared out of our minds when we lost you," he said softly.
Kyle sighed and replaced the knife. "I know, Dude. I know. But...I'm here now and that's all that should matter. I don't want my entire life to be centered around the fact that I committed suicide...or that I was raped...Ken, I just want everything to fall back into place again."
"And one day it will. But we have to take small steps to get there. We'll conquer this trial and then we'll place focus on getting you...getting both of us," he smiled softly, "back to where we're comfortable with being ourselves. Okay?"
Kyle smiled back. "Alright." He glanced at the clock and sighed. "Bed?"
"Yeah, sure," he nodded. He and Kyle met each and walked through the kitchen towards their room melded together. They changed out of their clothes and fell into bed, physically and mentally exhausted. Their ears perked as they heard shouting from outside and sighed.
"Goddamn kids," Kyle smirked.
"They better not be touching my lawn!" Kenny added, shaking his fist in the air. Kyle fell into a bout of giggles and cuddled tiredly into the blonde. Kenny absentmindedly stroked his soft hair, lost in thought.
"Something up?" Kyle asked.
"Why?"
"Your breathing's really deep," he said softly. "It's only like that if you're asleep or thinking really hard on something."
He chuckled, "I'm happy you're able to read me so easily now."
Kyle looked up at him and smiled. "Well of course. Now what's on your mind?"
"I'm thinking about kids," he shrugged simply. Kyle's face fell.
"Uh, kids in general or like...kid kids."
"Kid kids," he nodded.
"...Okay..."
He laughed softly, still stroking his head. "I was thinking about Stan's freak out over being a dad. It got me thinking...let's say we stay together like we want to and we get married or something."
"Alright..."
"Would you want to adopt?"
"Well, that'd be the only option really. Ken, why are you asking this?"
"I'm curious," he shrugged. "Would you be willing to raise a kid with someone like me?"
"Whaddya mean someone like you?"
He sighed, "I mean someone who could end up like their father." Kyle's eyes softened and he sat up and stared at him.
"Kenny, you're not gonna end up like your father. Except for maybe the trait of trying to better yourself. You're not abusive and you're educated, and you're not a heavy drinker...I don't see why you'd think that you'd end up so...so..."
"Messed up?"
Kyle winced, "I wouldn't say that..."
"I would," he sighed, leaning back into the headboard. "I don't think I'd be able to handle kids."
"But you want them," Kyle said softly.
"How do you figure?"
"You wouldn't have brought up the possibility unless you either wanted them or were undecided. And I think you'd handle kids just fine, Dude."
"How? I'm completely immature."
He chuckled, "yes, but in a good way. You know when to behave when it's necessary. You're patient and a good person. You'd make a really great father," he smiled lovingly.
"You think so?"
"I know so," he ruffled his hair a bit.
Kenny grinned and wrapped his arm around him and pulled him in, kissing his head. "What would we name em if we got a baby?"
He laughed softly. "I dunno...something that starts with a K."
"Why?"
"Well, we got two K's here. Might as well keep it going," he smirked.
"Hm. Good point," he smirked, squeezing him tighter and looking upwards in thought. "Kerry."
"Kassandra."
"Kennedy."
"Katrina."
"Kelly."
"Kelsey."
"Kylie."
"No way in hell." he stated firmly.
"Why not?"
"I would not name a child with one letter difference than my own name. That's just weird to me."
He laughed, "how is that weird?"
"I don't know, it just is."
He continued to snicker and played with his curls. "Oh well. We got eternity to think about that."
"Yeah, you're right," he smiled. He leaned his head against Ken's shoulder and his gaze fell to his side of the room. "What the hell?" he murmured.
"What?"
Kyle leaned off of him and went into his drawer, causing Kenny's breath to hitch. Kyle pulled out his notebook, and a spare piece of paper fluttered out onto the sheet.
Busted.
Kenny gulped as Kyle picked it up and read it over, his eyebrow raising. "Ken...what the hell is this?"
"I...I read it...I'm sorry," he apologized. "I just wanted to know why you were so upset...and why you wanted to hide them from me. Kyle, I didn't mean to betray your trust, I really didn't."
"Dude, it's fine...but what is this?" he held up the sheet. Kenny took it from him and sat up next to him.
"They're um...dream analysis'," he said slowly. "We...we learned a little about them in Psychology."
Kyle looked down at the paper and back up at him. "Seems like more than a little," he commented.
He laughed nervously. "Well, I thought it was kinda interesting so I kept looking into it while the class moved on...I was having some weird dreams and studying about them helped me a lot."
"Oh?" he blinked. "What did you research on?" Kenny hesitated for a moment before reaching down his side of the bed and grabbing his psych binder. He handed Kyle his notes from earlier and placed the rest of the binder on the nightstand. He watched as the Jew flipped through them, his eyes wide with interest.
"Wow...," he whispered. "Ken...these are...wow. I didn't know that dreams were so symbolic."
"Yeah. They say what your subconscious wishes that you would say on the outside," he nodded. "I just thought it was interesting, that's all."
"This is incredible. They're so detailed..." he said softly. He looked over at the notes on his dream again and then back at Kenny. "You were analyzing me?"
"Y-yeah."
"So...what did it say?"
"Huh?"
"What did my dreams say about me?" he pressed.
"Ky...don't you want Joe to -"
"Joe isn't you," he said softly. "I'd much rather hear this from someone I trust."
"But how do you know I'm right."
"Read it to me and I'll tell you," he smiled. Kenny sat up straighter and nodded, reading his analysis from the mirror dream. As he finished, he looked up to see Kyle staring back with glassy eyes.
"I think you hit it dead on," his voice cracked. He sniffed and looked down at the thick notes in his hands. "You...you really have a knack for this, ya know."
"Um, are you okay?"
"Yeah," he nodded, wiping at his eyes. "I'm just...I don't know. This is like a wake-up call for me, ya know? I just thought my dreams were out to get me, but apparently they're telling me something. Thank you, Kenny," he smiled sweetly. "Do you...do you think I'm crazy?"
Kenny frowned and took the notes and placed them on his nightstand, gathering the small boy in his arms. "No. I don't. I think that you're stressed, you're scared, and you're hurt. These dreams are telling you that, too."
He sniffed, "How do I get better, Kenny?"
He smiled and kissed him delicately. "You stay with me through the whole thing. You and I will beat this thing together, alright?"
"Ken?"
"Yes?"
He looked up at him. "Will you analyze my dreams for me from now on? I just don't feel comfortable with Joe knowing so much about me..."
He kissed him again, "of course I will," he grinned. "If you'll tell me everything, then I will. Can you promise me that?"
He nodded. "Yeah, I promise." he paused and looked away for a moment before laughing softly and turning back. "Ya know...you really amaze me sometimes."
He smirked, "Surprise number one."
Kyle blinked at him. "What?"
"I promised you twenty-one surprises today," he trailed his fingers up Kyle's arm. "I have twenty to go now."
"Kenny, each day we're together is an amazing surprise because I'm with you and I've turned out to be damn lucky," he smiled.
"No, the days aren't surprises," he leaned down and kissed his lips tenderly. "They're blessings."
A/N: Few things here. First, thank you to Chocolate-SugarCube for two reasons. One: for being my 200th reviewer. It was like getting my 200th subscriber on Youtube a year ago, but this was so much more meaningful to me XD
And two: because she said she'd make fanart someday for this story and that just made me spastic with joy XD
So thank you, Dear. And to all the other reviewers as well of course!
Now then. Lot's of stuff here. Smex kinks, baby freaks, and some psychological hijinks...totally tried to rhyme and failed miserably. Ah, well. Thanks for R&R-ing!
BTW! (I know it doesn't affect you really...) But tomorrow, (December 1st) is my birthday!!!! How old am I gonna be? Guess and I'll dedicate the next chapter to you. Perhaps even take your suggestion for a smexy scene? Mayyyybe. Gotta review to get it!
Teehee, I'm devious.
Lots o' love!