Kyle stood up from his spot on the couch and faced Ike. "I had a nosebleed…" He explained calmly, and Ike eyed him suspiciously. "There was a lot of toilet paper in there, and a lot more blood." He said, walking up to Kyle and staring at him blankly in the face. "Kyle, show me your arms."

"What?! You seriously think I'm-"

"Show them to me." He said and Kyle let out a long sigh. "Fine." He says, rolling up each sleeve covering his arms, showing nothing but blank canvases in Kyle's mind. "Thank God." Ike said helplessly, and buried his face in Kyle's slim, long neck.

"Where did all that blood come from Kyle?"

"I told you; my nose."

"There's no way that much blood came from your nose. … Tell me," He said, then leaned in a little "Was it from having anal sex with Stan?" He whisper-asked.

Kyle gulped and looked at Stan, who simply stared back at him with an expressionless face. "Yes, if you must know." He said, and went over to Stan. "Now if you don't mind me and Stan were about to head up to my room."

"Really?" Stan asked, and Kyle looked down at him with a glare, then pulled him up.

"Yes." He said impatiently and dragged Stan up the stairs with him, leaving a bewildered looking Ike and Sheila behind them, especially Ike.

When they got into Kyle's room, Kyle let out a long sigh and flopped down on the bed. "We haven't had sex in weeks Kyle. What's going on?" Stan asked and a nervous laugh escaped Kyle's lips "I uh… it really was a nosebleed." Kyle said as Ike passed his room to get to the washroom.

"Kyle," Stan said, pinching the bridge of his nose between his pointer finger and thumb. "Please tell me you haven't been cutting yourself, please." He said, emphasizing the last 'please', and Kyle was silent for the remainder of time before Stan spoke again.

"Kyle!" He yelled, and Kyle flinched.

"No, I haven't." Kyle mumbled.

"What?"

"I haven't!"

"Then show me your entire body. Now." Stan said and Kyle sat up.

"No." He said, glowering at Stan.

"Please Kyle? It's not like I haven't seen you naked before. So if you have nothing to hide…" He inquired, placing a hand on Kyle's shoulder.

"Fine…" He mumbled, standing up and pulling his two sweaters then long sleeved shirt off (Kyle had been complaining about being cold lately, though the reason he wore two sweaters was to make him look a bit bigger (So people wouldn't notice his weight loss)) and Stan cringed at the black and blue bruises and the prominence of Kyle's ribs, collar bones, and hip bones. Kyle then fumbled with the belt (Which had hand-made holes in it) around his waist and pulled it through his pant-loops. He undid the button on his pants and pulled them down to his feet. Now in nothing but a pair of boxers, (pulled down so far that if he didn't shave, his pubic hair would be showing) he said, "See? Nothing to hide." And Stan raised an eyebrow. "Take off the boxers" Stan said, and Kyle let out another nervous laugh.

"You just want to see my cock."

"No. I want to make sure you're not harming yourself." Says Stan, eyebrow still quirked.

"Stan…" He said, and Stan took a step closer to him.

"I'm just gonna lift your boxers up a bit, okay?" and Kyle took a step back "I'm not harming myself, that's stupid. Just like all that eating disorder crap. I'm not some teenage girl whose parents just got divorced and is looking for a way to piss off her daddy." Kyle said, backing up so far that he hit his bed with the back of his legs.

"Fine, you don't want to show me then don't, but just know this means you're not out of the woods yet."

"Stan, I'm not hurting myself! I swear!" Kyle shouts and Stan sees what he thinks is truth in Kyle's big green eyes.

"Okay, I believe you. But why don't you like getting naked for me anymore?" Stan asked and Kyle's mouth formed a long, thin line.

"Because I only like doing it in the dark, you know that. You know I hate my-" Kyle stopped mid-sentence. "Nevermind."

"Hate your what?" Stan asked, eyeing him cautiously as he pulled his shirt back on.

"Nevermind I said."

"But-"

"It's nothing, God, drop it Stan." Kyle said in an angry tone.

"And you wonder why we don't have sex anymore." Stan said, and Kyle's paused, shirt still over his head and covering his face, which turned beet red.

"I wasn't wondering why… is… is it because you hate me or something?" Kyle said, tears pooling in his eyes as he pulled down his shirt to cover his torso and arms. Stan instantly felt the anger he felt at Kyle's comment ebb away, leaving him with the feeling of guilt.

"I- I didn't mean that." He said, taking two strides to get to kyle and wrap his arms around him carefully.

"Yes you fucking did. I disgust you, don't I?"

"What? No! Not at all! I love you, you know that, you don't disgust me."

"Then why would you say that?" Kyle asked, pushing Stan away as fat tears began spilling from his eyes.

"Because I was mad." Stan said, looking at the floor instead of the tear-stained face of his boyfriend. "And you know you're the one who doesn't want to have sex with me, therefore, I must be the one who's unappealing, not you." Said Stan, still staring at the ground.

"Stan?" Kyle said with caution.

"Yeah?" He replied

"I'm sorry…"

"For what?" Stan asked, confused.

"The… the reason I haven't been sleeping with you is because I…" He paused, sitting on the bed then letting out a choked sob. "Because I have been cutting myself." He wept, putting his face in his hands.

"You what?" Stan asked, taking a seat on the bed next to Kyle.

"You heard me." He said, and peeked up at Stan through a crack between his fingers.

"C- Can I see?" He questioned nervously, placing a hand on Kyle's boxers as Kyle nodded his head 'yes'.

He pulled them up and gasped at the damage on Kyle's thighs. "Kyle…" He let out softly, as not to upset him further.

"How long have you been doing this?" He asked, staring at the fat gashes on Kyle's legs, some looking so fresh they must have been what caused the blood on the toilet paper that hadn't been flushed down the toilet.

"Since I got raped by those assholes." He cried out, uncovering his face from his hands.

"Oh yeah, the trial is this week, isn't it?"

"Thursday." Kyle answered, he too staring down at his mangled thighs, He never noticed how the spaces of peach coloured skin were highly outnumbered to the spaces of pink, crimson, and brown/mahogany cuts, taking up almost all the space on his thighs. "Kyle, you know I have to tell your pare-"

"No!" He shouted as quickly as he could, effectively cutting Stan off.

"What? Kyle, you know I can't just let you-"

"I know, I know, but they'll send me back to the mental institution."

"Back?" Stan asked, puzzled.

"Remember; Mr. Hankey?"

"Oh, yeah, I remember now." Stan said, slowly caressing Kyle's thighs, careful not to aggravate the cuts.

"Please, Stan." He said quietly, watching Stan's big hand touch him.

"Fine, I won't tell your parents, but don't think I'm gonna let you keep doing this to yourself." He said and Kyle nodded in thanks.

"I'll be doing full body checks every day." He said sternly and Kyle sighed.

"Okay."

"And," Stan said, smiling down at him, as if they weren't talking about something super serious at the moment.

"You have to give me a little something in return, and now that I know your little… 'secret'... I don't think you'll have a problem with it." He said, and Kyle closed his eyes for a moment, thinking about whether or not he wanted to have sex right now. "Fine" He said, waiting for Stan to make the first move. Stan smiled and Kyle let out a small laugh through his quiet and slow sobs. "You been holding it in this whole time Stan?" He asked as Stan undid his pants then practically ripped off his shirt. "Yeah, basically." He replied, going for Kyles shirt. This time, Kyle went along with it, as Stan had just seen him with it off.

Stan tore the shirt over Kyle's head, then went for his boxers.

"Ready?" Stan asked, and Kyle let out a small yes, feeling good about this, even though he had just revealed he had been cutting himself to Stan. Stan held his fingers up to Kyle's mouth and instructed him to suck, watching as Kyle wrapped his mouth around his two fingers and swirled his tongue around them. Kyle closed his eyes as Stan pulled his fingers out of his mouth. "I'm going to put them in, okay?" He asked, and Kyle nodded, getting on his back and pulling his legs into his hands. He moaned softly as Stan inserted each finger carefully, wincing as they pushed against his walls. "That feels good, huh?" Says Stan, pushing his fingers in then pulling them nearly all the way out. "Y- Ngh, yes." Kyle moaned out, wiping away the old stream of tears that had stained his face, as more started falling from his eyes. Stan didn't seem to notice though, as he wasn't sobbing anymore. After a few moments of this Kyle let out a soft sigh of frustration. "God Stan, put it in already." He said, watching as Stan's smile grew wider. "As you wish." He said, pulling his fingers out and rubbing his erect cock against Kyle's entrance, not putting it in yet, just teasing him.

"Stan." Kyle whispers and Stan decides he can't wait any longer. He carefully pushes his penis inside Kyle and Kyle moans with pleasure as he starts thrusting in and out of him. "Stan!" Kyle moans out a few times throughout the five minutes Stan thrusts inside him until he cums inside Kyle. Stan watches pre-cum slowly slide out of Kyle's thick, long penis. "I'm gonna cum." He says as Ike walks out of the bathroom and down the hallway, hearing what Kyle had just said. "Fuck." He groaned, picking up the pace so he didn't have to hear anymore.

"Then cum baby." Stan said, pulling out of him then bending over and putting Kyle's dick in his mouth.

"I love you Stan." He moaned and Stan began deep-throating Kyle's penis until cum shot out of it and the warm liquid filled Stan's mouth. Stan glanced around the room and spotted a towel sitting on the floor, he got up and spit into it. "I love you too." he said, watching Kyle's face light up as he huffed and puffed from the sex.

"By the way, what have you been using to harm yourself?" He asked, and the smile on Kyle's face returned to the frown he had been sporting a lot the past few months. "It's in the closet," He said. "Underneath all the clothes." says Kyle as he gets up and begins putting his clothes on. Stan, still buck naked walks over to the closet and slides open the door, then rummages around underneath all the clothes for whatever Kyle might be using to harm himself. "What exactly am I looking for here?" Stan asks.

"A box." Kyle replies.

"Jesus Christ, there's a whole box?" Says Stan and Kyle's frown returns. "Yes." He says as Stan grabs hold of it. He holds the box up and peeks inside, and when he catches sight of the bloody objects inside he has to force himself not to sob aloud.

"Kyle…" He says.

"We just had sex for the first time in what, two months? Can you try to be a little more happy? God." Kyle says and it's Stan's turn to frown.

"Kyle, can you just explain why?"

"Why I hurt myself?"

"Why you hurt yourself, why you cut so goddamn deep, why you didn't come to me… Just, why…"

"Let's see… because I'm worthless, disgusting, I got raped and it's all my fault, I'm ugly, no matter how much I shower, and scrub at myself until my skin turns raw and red, I'll always be dirty, and have been since those assholes had their way with me, I'm a faggot, I can't do anything, I'm stupid, and worse of all I'm fa-...nevermind wiih that last one." He said, and boy did saying all those things aloud feel so, so damn good to get off his chest.

"Kyle you aren't any of those things, and the rape wasn't your-"

"I cut so deep because I deserve it, and I didn't come to you because I knew you'd just sit there and say exactly what you just did."

"What?"

"'Kyle, you aren't any of those things, the rape was not your fault, blah blah blah.'" He said and Stan licked his lips impatiently.

"Okay, so what do you want me to do? Tell you you are all of those things? Agree with you when you're making your\self feel horrible? No, I won't do that, but I'm here to offer you support, because I love you…" He said and tears filled his eyes.

"And I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry that I left you alone at that part, didn't walk you home, If I had, then… then…" He let out a sob.

"Stan…" Kyle muttered, walking over to him and wrapping his arms around him. "It's not your fault, God, none of it was your fault. Have you been blaming yourself for this the whole time?" Kyle asked and Stan let out a very small 'yes'.

"Stan… Kyle said and Stan dropped the box on the floor and he too wrapped his arms around Kyle. "I'm sorry!" Stan said and Kyle pulled away. Looking at him now, he noticed the thin red lines that stood out against the white skin on Stan's arms now that he was facing him.

"Oh, my God." He whispered, and a small smile appeared on Stan's face. "I'm sorry about that too." Stan muttered.

"It's okay, just… don't do it anymore." Kyle said, and Stan leaned in to kiss him on the lips

"I won't if you don't."

"Deal, I love you."

"I love you more."