A/N: Shit's cheesy up in here but y'all gotta deal because I deserve this corniness I worked hard for it. /cry

Enjoy~


There is no fear in love, but perfect love casts out fear. For fear has to do with punishment, and whoever fears has not been perfected in love. -1 John 4:18

10 months later

Kenny's gaze flowed smoothly around the crowded room, raising his drink to his lips with a content smile over his face. He glanced down at the shine of his brand new silver ring, heart fluttering happily as the soothing lull of people's murmurs and laughter swept over him in a warming embrace.

"Where's Ky?" Stan asked him with a raised brow across the redhead's empty chair.

He shrugged, gesturing off into the crowd. "You know how his family is. His aunt's probably holding him hostage for pictures or some shit."

Cartman scoffed, rolling his eyes as he threw a piece of watermelon into his mouth. "That's how all Jews are, Kinny. Holding people hostage and forcing them into mundane tasks against their will."

He looked at him sharply, "Dude, you promised no Jew jokes today if you didn't have to buy us a gift."

He smirked, shrugging innocently. "Kahl said not around his family."

Kenny waved his left hand in his face before smacking him with the back of it. "He's my husband now, shit breath. I am family."

"That doesn't count," he whined. Kenny sighed irritably, wondering why his life was so poor as to have to be stuck with Eric Cartman as his goddamn best man as the glutton continued on, "Sure you wanna be part of their little coupon cult?"

He rolled his eyes, "I married Kyle, not his entire fucking family. Half of his people are only here because Sheila insisted," he gestured off into the crowd. "Ky doesn't know who most of them are."

"Good thing he's so good at lying on his feet," Stan chuckled, looking up as Wendy sat back down beside him with a smile.

"Alex is good," she informed him.

Cartman raised his brow, "Oh yeah, I forgot you two had a little spawn of weed and Kumbaya. How's he holding up living on nothing but tofu?"

Wendy glared at him sharply, "We are not feeding our son tofu, Cartman."

"Guys, don't start," Kenny whined, taking a long sip of his whiskey. "It's my wedding day, c'monnnnn."

"It's mine, too, but I'm the only one out there making conversation," Kyle's voice popped up, leaning over towards him across the table. "I just had to spend twenty minutes explaining to my cousin why we didn't have a rabbi," he frowned. "Kill me."

Kenny smirked, kissing him briskly. "Did you tell him it's because I'm a hopeless sinner who'll never find the true path?"

He grinned and shrugged, "Well of course. Can't tell him that I didn't want one. I'll be excommunicated from the family reunions." He sighed, pushing up his dress shirt sleeves and grabbing his mojito, taking a long, needed sip. "Why did no one tell us that this fucking thing required so much socialization?" he complained.

"Because marriage is supposed to be the shitty part, the wedding itself is supposed to be 'magical'," he air quoted.

"Oh, yeah, my mother and your sister bawling uncontrollably during the ceremony sure made it 'magical'," he returned the gesture.

Kenny snorted, hopping up and leaping over the table, clutching him in his arms. He stared into his vivid green eyes and smiled lovingly, kissing his lips as they ignored Cartman's incessant gagging noises from behind them. "Aw c'mon," Ken said, swinging him lightly. "Food's good, drinks are free for us, and we have a shit ton of gifts," he grinned.

"And, ya know, we're married," he raised his brow.

"Yeah, that, too," he shrugged with a wink. He picked him up around the waist, prompting a startled yelp. He puckered his lips expectantly and Kyle rolled his eyes, leaning down and kissing him again.

He let the redhead drop back down and Kyle smacked him lightly. "Don't pick me up, I'm not a goddamn girl," he lectured.

Cartman snorted, "You're just jealous that Kinny has more muscle than you, you fucking twiggy shit." Kyle looked over at him, lips twisted humorlessly. "Someone has to wear the pants," he shrugged nonchalantly.

Kyle looked at Kenny with a pleading expression and the blonde nodded approvingly. The redhead turned back and crossed his arms, jutting his hip out. "Fifty bucks," he said simply.

"For what?" he scoffed.

"Fifty bucks says I can lift him, too," he pointed to Kenny.

He raised his brow, "A centimeter off the ground before your back breaks doesn't count, Kahl."

"Kyle, dude, don't," Stan pinched the bridge of his nose. "You don't wanna be in the hospital today."

"Fifty bucks!" he repeated, ignoring his best friend's groaning.

Cartman shrugged, "Fine. Fifty bucks. More than five inches off the ground and for ten seconds," he added.

Kyle gulped for effect, Kenny stifling a laugh. "Fine," he said primly, turning to face the blonde. Kenny winked, chuckling softly as Kyle 'prepared' himself, looking at the faces staring at him nervously. He broke into a wicked smirk as soon as a smug grin hit Cartman's face, reaching down and grabbing around Kenny's knees, hoisting him into the air with ease. Kenny laughed, putting his hands on Kyle's head to keep his balance. Kyle looked at Cartman's shocked expression, holding out his hand and folding his fingers in. "Your money, if you please," he drawled.

The brunette blinked before grumbling, tearing out his wallet and throwing a fifty towards him. "Fuck you, Kahl."

Kyle smirked, gently setting Kenny back onto the ground and grabbing the bill happily. "Aw, Ken, we should get this framed," he teased. "With a plaque under it that says 'The greatest day in our lives: Our marriage...and the day Fatass had to hand Kyle fifty dollars'," he gestured his hand in front of them in wonderment. "Oh! Or maybe turn it in in his name as a donation to the Synagogue!" he exclaimed to Cartman's horrified expression. Kenny broke into hysteric laughter, holding his stomach as Cartman flipped them off with a grumble.

"Kyle, when the fuck did that start?" Stan asked, mouth agape as he stared at his slender best friend in shock.

He shrugged, "Writing so many essays makes my arm stronger?"

Wendy broke into laughter and shook her head. "Well, well, strong and smart. So what does Kenny bring to the table?" she teased.

"My devilishly handsome looks of course," Kenny batted his lashes. Kyle laughed, grabbing his drink and taking another sip. The blonde looked down at him, grin fading a bit as he noticed red trying to spark through his left eye. He leaned down and whispered into his ear, "Babe, you're fadin'."

Kyle backed up and cocked his brow before his eyes widened in realization. He quickly set his drink down, "Headin' to the bathroom," he announced.

"Me, too," Kenny went to follow after the quickly moving redhead who was dodging family members as fluidly as he could.

"Don't have sex in the bathroom, Kenny," Stan pleaded.

He scoffed, "Fuck you. When you and Wends finally tie the knot I'll make sure you can fuck wherever you want. I expect the same treatment," he said snobbishly, leaving with a smirk as he heard Wendy jumping right into another marriage rant. He bought a good twenty minutes of time before Stan came looking for them knowing her speeches.

He briskly jogged out of the reception hall into the lobby, finding Kyle hiding his face and waiting for him. "Check," the man mumbled, eyes flittering around for passer-bys.

Kenny stepped into the restroom, checking under the stalls and nodding approvingly. "Empty," he declared. Kyle hurried in and Kenny quickly locked the door behind the both of them, watching as Kyle sighed, dropping his hands from his face and looking at him tiredly.

"I need a spell that lasts more than a few hours," he mumbled, sliding over his fangs with his tongue.

Kenny smiled, grabbing a paper towel and wetting it for the aftermath, setting it on the counter in front of the sink. "Better a few hours than that one that lasted a few minutes and you scared the delivery guy."

He pouted, "Well he deserved it for coming at fucking 2 on a Tuesday." Kyle quickly made work of his dress shirt, tossing it out of the way onto the counter. He took a moment to look at the webbing scars back and splayed across his body, shaking himself out of it before Kenny could launch into another comforting speech. He'd had enough of those the past ten months to last him the rest of eternity.

He held open his palm, Kenny wincing as the man sliced a claw through his skin without the slightest bit of a cringe. Kyle swept his finger through the blood pooling in his palm, casually beginning to wipe it over his eyelid, mouth, arms and claws. "Hand," he said softly, Kenny holding out his marked right palm. Kyle smeared some of the substance overtop of it, rubbing his coated hand over his own pentagram marking and grasping Kenny's hand in his own. Kenny watched in interest, as he always did, at Kyle's red eye picking up that eerie glow. "Revertere ad quid illud esset," he spoke softly, focus concentrated on their joined hands. "Cutis de innocense." Kenny felt his body tingle, letting out a long sigh. "Mortibus aegrotationum morientur non vident veritatem," he finished, groaning and opening his jaw as his fangs receded back to a normal length.

Kenny smiled sadly, taking his hand back and watching the tattoo fading into his normal skin tone. Kyle opened his eyes, back to both being their vivid jade coloring. Kenny handed him the paper towel, watching as Kyle scrubbed off his face and hands before handing it back to him to wipe off his palm. He stared at the redhead in awe as he casually started the sink, washing his blood from off his arms, the maroon swirling around the drain in a morbid canticle. Kyle stared at his hand as it healed itself back up, sighing tiredly and looking at the blonde with a small smile. "One day I'll get used to this." He quickly threw his shirt back on, covering the scars still lingering around his torso and back as he buttoned it back up and tucked it into his slacks.

"No one said it had to be now," he said softly, leaning down and kissing his forehead. "I'm here for you when it gets there."

"I'm hoping you're here for me now, too," he chuckled, wrapping his arms around his waist and holding him tightly.

Kenny smirked, rubbing his shoulder gently, "I'm dealing with a kosher wedding meal, and you think I'm not beside you through thick and thin? C'mon, Ky."

The redhead snorted. "That wasn't my idea, I keep telling you," he let go of him, leading them both to the door, unlocking it and grabbing his hand, toting him back out towards the hall.

"Yeah but I didn't hear you arguing too much," he teased.

"Dude, I fought tooth and nail to get her to omit the flowers, okay? That lasted three weeks and she used it to wear me down and get her way with the catering," he pouted, walking back into the thrall of people. Kenny broke into laughter as they walked back towards their table, Kyle looking up all of a sudden at a subtle creaking in his sharp hearing under the noise of people. "Not todayyy," he whined.

Kenny followed his stare and caught a large light fixture above them, shaking violently and ready to break off its hold. He sighed irritably. "Well, if we do this today, we don't have to help clean up and all the gifts will already be upstairs when we get back," he shrugged.

Kyle looked up in thought for a moment and nodded, "Yeah, sounds good. I'm sick of this party anyway. If one more person tells us to kiss I'll lose it," he snorted. His eyes both glowed a vibrant green and he swept his hands outwards as the fixture began to fall, people being pushed out of the way of any possible collateral damage with loud shouts of shock. The men smirked, grasping each other's hand as the light came crashing down on top of them, both of them fading off to the sounds of horrified screams.


"You know, I think we're overdressed," Kyle commented blandly as they walked through Purgatory together, gesturing to their dress clothes.

"We'll just be the most dapper gentlemen in all the land," Kenny teased, sniggering as Kyle rolled his eyes.

He gently bit on his lip, avoiding his fangs and sighed. "Wouldn't have wasted the time doing the fucking make up routine if I knew this was happening again."

"Right?" he cocked his brow. "Missed out on some sweet whiskey and rum time for supernatural cosmetics."

Kyle chuckled as they stepped up towards the glowing light, grabbing each other's hands as they always did and being shot upwards, both of them wincing at the air slapping against their pupils. They both shouted as they finally came crashing down, landing on their stomachs in front of an amusedly staring Saint Peter. "Welcome back, Boys."

"Always a pleasure," Ken rolled his eyes, getting to his feet with Kyle and walking side by side through the opening gates. Kyle watched, fascinated as usual as the base of Kenny's wings tore through his shirt, the pristine white array of feathers unfurling gracefully. He pouted, looking at his own naked back and sighing tiredly.

"This is why I told you no renting a tux," he smirked a bit. "Can't return it with damn wing holes."

"Jealous?" he raised his brow, stretching his wings out to get them moving flowingly again.

He tinged with color and crossed his arms, scoffing. "No," he bit.

He smiled, leaning down and kissing him lovingly. "Poor little fallen angel," he teased, pinching his cheek. Kyle rolled his eyes, slapping his hand away. He shifted a bit, letting out another sigh. That was how it'd always been: Angels lost their wings once they fell from grace. Kyle was grounded for the rest of eternity with Damien's blood still pumping viciously inside him. Yet another reminder that things had changed. Kenny stared at him for a moment, giving him another sad smile. "Hey," he said, bumping his chin up with his fingers and kissing him once more. "I'm more than happy t' give ya a lift," he winked, wrapping around Kyle's waist and taking off into the air, heading towards God's domain.

"Where're we going?" he blinked. "Usually you wanna go throw things at Pip."

He shrugged, "I'm thinkin' we start our honeymoon right here and now," he grinned slyly, looking to see Kyle returning the expression as they soared through the air. "I mean, we're literally in Paradise. Better than that camping trip, right?" he quirked his brow.

"Well, I mean, in the woods, no one would hear me scream," he purred. "Here, we have to actually tone it down a little."

"Fuck them, it's our wedding day," he scoffed, both of them listlessly waving to Barachiel, Jegudiel, Selaphiel, and Uriel as they zoomed over them. "You can shake the goddamn foundations and they can't get mad. It ain't pre-marital no more." Kyle snorted, shaking his head as Kenny brought them in for a landing on Ken's balcony, looking to see Michael, Raphael, and Gabriel hovering behind them on their way out of the city with raised brows.

"Well aren't we fancy?" Raphael teased.

"Just married, Bitches," Kenny shook his left hand in display. "So if you don't mind, I'm going to plow my husband into our next lifetime." he waved them away as Kyle hid his face in his hand, shaking his head softly.

Michael groaned and rolled his eyes, "Thanks for the update, Kenneth."

"Ay," he warned, pointing at the brunette as he slowly led Kyle back into his room, shoving him through the open doorway.

"Have fun, I guess," Gabriel shook his head.

"We will," he grinned cheekily, slamming the door shut behind him and looking at Kyle staring at him amusedly. "What?" he teased.

"'Plow me into our next lifetime'?" he raised his brow. "Seriously?"

He shrugged, "It ain't inaccurate."

"Still though," he said, tilting his head as Kenny's lips pushed against his neck, letting out a shuddery breath.

Kenny grinned, nipping against the soft skin and gently tracing his hands over Kyle's body, grabbing his ass and pulling him forward to grind against his hips. "So, Mr. Broflovski-McCormick, what would you like to do?" he teased.

"Get a shorter last name, Mr. Broflovski-McCormick," he chuckled right back, letting Kenny lead him to the bed and shove him down, coming overtop of him and grinding along his pantline. Kyle shuddered, arching up against him, holding his clawed fingers clenched atop his head and shoved under Kenny's pillow. They'd had a few too many incidents of Kyle forgetting his claws and scratching straight through Kenny's skin, ending any hint of fun and turning into a healing, apologetic, comforting hour for Kyle to endure.

Kyle watched as Kenny's wings folded down around him on either side, feeling warm and safe wrapped in their transparent embrace. He felt Kenny's lips tracing over the scars on his arm and torso, gentle pecks being planted by his fangs before he brushed over the brow of his left eye. His heart fluttered and he let out a long, grateful sigh. He looked up as the kisses stopped to find Kenny staring at him intently, watching him carefully for signs to move away. Kyle rolled his eyes, taking his hands from under the pillow to grab Kenny's collar, pulling him down to meet his lips forcefully. "Get to your promise to those guys, will ya?" he whispered hotly against his mouth.

Kenny chuckled, hands moving into the motions as he nodded, kissing him brashly. "Anything for you," he promised. Kyle brought his hands up from his shirt, sliding through Kenny's hair and pulling him in for a longer, more passionate kiss.

The two of them stayed clutched together, holding onto each moment with a gratefulness consistently looping in the backs of their minds. They'd fought for this. They'd cried, bled, and suffered for this moment and every single one that they would stave through together throughout the future. From spilling coffee on one another on over-sleepy mornings to walking Valefor and letting him scare people for fun; From quick goodbye kisses as they headed to school or work to rolling on the floor fighting over the remote control; From randomly waking up in tears and clinging onto the other for hours to exchanging their vows and finding themselves curled up together naked and moaning against one another in Heaven yet again, every moment was something they'd earned; Something that they embraced whole-heartedly. Through it all, they had each other. And in the end, angel or demon that they may be, it was all they ever needed.


A/N: Let's do these first so I can rant. Translations:

Revertere ad quid illud esset - Return to what it was

Cutis de innocense - Skin of the innocent

Mortibus aegrotationum morientur non vident veritatem - They shall not see the truth

Now then. Thank you guys so much for the continued support of this story. Seriously you guys I had a BLAST with this one. This is probably my second favorite that I've written overall. Because Renaissance of Lilith still has to be my fave so much Kyle torture unf. Anyway, this was an absolutely crazy and longass thing to push out but I'm really happy with it. Dunno if you guys are but damn am I and that's pretty hard for me to actually feel good about my stories so I consider this a success. I had fun and I hope you did, too!

My orange idiots are adjusting. It's not perfect but damn are they trying /tearwipe

So, for a final time, thanks for R&Ring! Hope to see you on more stories! And hope some of you are inspired to write Dylenny of your own please. Please don't let me be the only one /sob

(See you in the sequel ;D)