Heads up. This chapter contains another smut scene and for those who don't do smut better stay clear. But then again, what an odd thing to say. After all, this story is rated-M for mature audience so they should kinda be expecting it? But still, I at least like to warn my readers just in case. Remember, viewer discretion advised! Thank you.

Thanks to our efforts, we were able to restore the electricity to South Park and stop the Starry Wisdom cultists from doing any further damage. Once things managed to calm down, the town slowly began to recover. Sadly there had been a few deaths that couldn't have been prevented. Other than that, things were returning to normal…for now. But I knew it was only a matter of time before Nyarlathotep came up with a new way to terrorize our town.

After what went down at the local Power Station, Stan and I went to his house where we met up with Kyle and Cartman. Luckily none of us were too badly injured. Now Kyle and Cartman headed for home while Stan invited me to come into his house to rest. While I waited in Stan's room, Stan was searching for the Medical Kit in the kitchen. After finding the health kit, he started to head back to his bedroom but stopped to watch the news on the TV along with his parents. There had been 13 deaths reported tonight. His parents were looking just as worried as Stan.

"My god, it's been absolutely crazy around here lately," Mrs. Marsh said. "How are we supposed to have a jolly Christmas this year with all these horrible incidents keep happening?"

"I'll tell you what the problem is. It's that goddamn church that appeared out of nowhere," Randy said vehemently. "I've been talking with the guys and they all agree with me. All the chaos and deaths started happening ever since that mysterious church showed up. I say we head down there and torch the place!"

But Stan shook his head with a grim expression. "No dad. I think you better stay far away from that church. Believe me, this is something you don't want to get involved in."

"I think Stanley is right," Mrs. Marsh agreed. Then she added. "I think you should be spending your free time repaying the damages you did to our neighbors' cars."

"Look, we've been over this, Sharon. I wasn't in my right mind," Randy protested. "I didn't mean to go around and smash people's cars in. It wasn't my fault. Gawd!"

Stan rolled his eyes before going upstairs with the Medical Kit. By the time Stan came back, I'd already changed out of my vigilante outfit and was cladded in nothing but my underwear. Stan made a face when he saw the nasty bite marks on my bare chest. Now he opened the medical kit and took out a First Aid Spray and some gauze. Stan knew my body so well. This was a regular routine for us. Whenever I got seriously injured during my crime-fighting, I'd prefer Stan to be the one to heal my wounds.

"This'll sting a little," Stan warned. Then he sprayed my wounds. I was too used to pain. And yet I shivered in delight at the feel of Stan's fingers brushing along my skin. This was a special kind of intimacy that only Stan and I liked to share. Once Stan cleaned out my wounds, he then used the gauze to gently wrap around my chest to cover the injuries.

"You're not injured, are you?" I asked him for the millionth time.

"No. I got banged up a bit but I'm still in one piece," Stan told me. There he finished wrapping gauze securely around my chest. "Is that better? Can you move?"

I nodded. Now that I was taken care of, Stan started putting stuff away into the medical kit. As I watched him, I already had the feeling that there was something weighing heavily on Stan's mind. He still looked worried. I couldn't stop thinking about the look on his face when he saw me finish off Adam Godwin. Stan put the medical kit on his desk and then turned to face me. I stared into his eyes and I suddenly wondered if Stan thought differently about me now. Did Stan see me as a monster too?

Stan allowed his eyes to drink in the sight of the hot blonde sitting on his bed. His boyfriend who wore nothing but his underwear. One look at him and already Stan was entertaining naughty thoughts. With a smirk, Stan started to approach his bed and was thinking of the best way to coax Kenny into sex when suddenly Kenny was wrapping his arms around his knees and distancing himself from him. Stan stopped and was dismayed by this. Usually his boyfriend always welcomed his advances. But now Kenny appeared bothered by something.

"What is it?" Stan asked him. "You not in the mood?"

"I'd love nothing more than to rip your clothes off," Kenny snickered. But then Kenny gazed up at Stan with those startling sky-blue eyes. "It's just… Do I disgust you?"

Stan was perplexed by the question. "Do I disgust you?" he repeated. "Why would you think that? Kenny, what's on your mind?"

But Kenny lowered his gaze and stared down at his toes. "I…I'm losing control of it, Stan," he said sadly. "My power… At first it gave me the ability to resurrect after every death. And because of that, I was able to maintain immortality. But now…it's changing. It's changing me, Stan. I hardly feel normal anymore."

Now Stan went over and sat down on his bed next to Kenny. "There's nothing wrong with you," he said reassuringly. "You haven't changed, Kenny. You protect people. You saved my life back there." "

But Kenny didn't look entirely convinced. "I…I'm afraid Stan," Kenny admitted. "I don't want to end up like Adam Godwin. I don't want this power to change me for the worse. I don't want to turn into some kind of eldritch monstrosity."

Stan settled himself comfortably next to Kenny. After a quiet moment together, Stan thought over what Kenny said and wondered how best to allay his boyfriend's worries. "I notice you've been having a lot of doubts lately," Stan began. "Ever since Nyarlathotep showed up, you've been facing some real challenges. It hasn't been easy. I know you've been dealing with some heavy shit."

Kenny said nothing but Stan knew he was listening to his every word. "Kenny… It never ceases to amaze me on how well you deal with life. You're the poorest boy in your class, you grew up with nothing, and you've been forced to grow up at a very early age. And despite all that, you still manage to find a reason to smile. You're funny, loyal, and honest. You're stronger than you know."

Then Stan leaned his body closer to Kenny's where he saw his boyfriend shudder in response. "I know you, Kenny. You're a good person with a smart head on his shoulders. It's why I fall in love with you. No matter what happens, I know you'll do the right thing. Because I know who you really are."

Finally I lifted my head up and stared into Stan's midnight blue eyes. That's what I loved about Stan. He really knew how to boost somebody's spirit. "Thanks Stan, I needed to hear that," I said appreciatively. But still I rolled over onto my side while ignoring the ache in my chest. "It's just… Having this eldritch-power within me? I feel so impure. Which is why I'd understand if you don't want to touch me?"

And as I lay there, I felt soft lips kissing my shoulder tenderly. Those same warm lips moved caressingly along my neck that it sent shivers throughout my entire body. Then I rolled back over to take my boyfriend by the face and pull him down to kiss passionately and wildly. When our lips drew apart, we were both breathless and our hearts were pounding excitedly as one. When I gazed into Stan's eyes, I saw the desire blazing more fiercely than ever. I'd been so foolish. Of course Stan wasn't put off by me. He was still attracted to me. I was feeling needier than ever right now…

"Take your shirt off," I commanded him.

With a sultry smirk, Stan obediently pulled his shirt over his head and carelessly tossed it aside. I took a moment to eyeball Stan's well-toned chest. He started to reach for me but I placed my foot on his chest to playfully keep him back. "Take your pants off," I demanded. Stan started to unzip his jeans. "Do it slowly," I added.

Now I watched Stan's every move as he took his sweet time unzipping his pants, then he pulled his jeans alongside his underwear down to his ankles where I could appreciate the rest of Stan's hot body. Soon the jeans were quickly forgotten and I stood admiring Stan standing naked before me. And then he came to join me on the bed where I opened my arms to him. Stan entered my embrace and soon he was on top of me. Ignoring the pain from my injuries, I could only focus on the pleasure of Stan's strong hands touching me everywhere. Stan was careful not to hurt me as he kissed along my navel and I gasped aloud as his mouth greedily caressed and suckled my cock still trapped in my underwear.

"Want me to take it off?" Stan offered, eying my underwear with lust dancing in his eyes.

"Fuck yes!" I said restlessly.

Stan grinned seductively. "How badly do you want me to take it off?"

"Quit teasing me and just rip…," but I was cut off as Stan's hand caressed my cock to silence me. A moan escaped from me as I squirmed helplessly.

"Do you really want this?" Stan continued to teasingly stroke my cock. "Would you give anything for it?" When I didn't answer him right away, Stan lowered his head and used his tongue to stroke my quivering cock to further arouse me.

"I…I sell my soul for it," I said needily. I could hardly think straight. All I could concentrate on was the pleasure building up inside me. It took all my restraint to not cum right then and there.

Finally Stan was satisfied with this and slid my underwear off and was quickly discarded it. And once Stan took my whole cock in his mouth, I had to bite my lip to keep myself from screaming in pure ecstasy. The hot sex was a great way to distract me from my injuries. In fact, the pain mixed with the pleasure only made it ten times better. After making love to my boyfriend, we now laid curled up in each other's arms while cozily snuggled under the warm blankets. It was probably the first time I felt safe and sound. Tonight's adventure really left us tuckered out.

"I really needed this," I said with my head resting comfortably on Stan's chest.

"You needed sex?" Stan joked. His hand continued to lovingly stroke my shoulder.

But after a thoughtful moment, I realized it. "I needed to feel human," I admitted. I reached up and touched Stan's face while gazing into his blue eyes. "I love you," I whispered.

"I love you too," Stan smiled back. "I know things have been rough but I want you to know that you'll always have me. Now let's get some sleep. We still have school tomorrow." And with that, Stan and I fell asleep in each other arms.