There was a light bounce in Kyle's stride as he headed for Stan's house. He had the doll in his backpack, so no one on the street would think it was his. After wrestling for about fifteen minutes over the stupid thing, Kyle had finally gotten the upper hand, since Cartman's weight alone slowed him down considerably.

Cartman had unwillingly agreed to end their slave ship if Kyle wouldn't blab to the whole school that Cartman still played with Miss Polly Prissy Pants. Revenge had never tasted so sweet.

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Stan's left hand stopped Pip's as it leisurely made its way towards his groin. "No, Pip. We can't do this. This isn't right." Stan was beginning to regret the fact that he'd let Pip manipulate his feelings. Pip whispered words of comfort as his hand continued its journey.

"It'll be okay, don't worry." Still uneasy, he lay motionless as he let Pip unzip his jeans and slide a hand in; he couldn't help but moan quietly at the touch of Pip's gentle touch. The bedsprings talked as the two made out.

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Kyle knew Stan would appreciate this as much as he had. The front door loomed in sight as Kyle came closer to his friend's South Park residence. Mrs. Marsh let him in, telling him to go on upstairs, that Stanley was in his room. Kyle smiled to himself, pausing just outside of Stan's closed bedroom door to take the doll out of his pack. He could here little squeaks and soft moans coming from behind the entrance. He frowned. What was going on in there?

He pushed open the door and his jaw dropped to the floor. "Stan?" Kyle was so dumbfounded, he couldn't even move. Stan and Pip jumped apart at the sound of his voice. Stan just sat on his bed, too surprised to say anything in his defense. "K-Kyle." he stuttered. "What are you doing here?"

He noticed the doll in Kyle's hand. His eyes widened. "Is that what I think it is?"

Kyle ignored Stan and looked from one boy to the other, still stunned. "What's going on, Stan? Why is Pip over here and why was he on top of you, with his hand down your pants?"

Stan glanced at a worried Pip before finally opening his mouth. "Well, it's not what you think." Pip own mouth hung open. He turned to Stan, staring at him questioningly.

"Oh really. Then I suppose you were just waiting for Christmas?" Kyle spat.

Stan averted his gaze to Pip. "Pip, I'm sorry. This was a mistake. I never should've let this happen. " Pip kept shaking his head in disbelief.

"No. I don't believe this. I thought you liked me, Stan. Why did you lead me to believe you did?" Pip leaned heavily against the dresser; his heart felt like it was being ripped in half. He felt like Stan had grabbed it out of his chest, threw it on the ground, and stomped all over it.

Stan stared uncomfortably at the floor. "I don't know, Pip." His blue eyes filled with tears. "Why did you have to go and tell me you loved me?" Stan felt like he was in a tug of war competition.

He knew he loved Kyle and that he was the only person he ever wanted to be with, but yet Pip seemed so alone and in need of someone to love and needed someone to love him.

But Stan knew what he had with Kyle could never compare to what he and Pip could have. He also knew that Pip wasn't the one for him. They just didn't click; they didn't have that certain chemistry. He didn't know why he had invited Pip over. He guessed it was to see if he loved Kyle more than anyone else. And he did. His heart belonged to Kyle and always would.

Pip saw the way Stan was looking at Kyle. Kyle didn't seem that upset anymore; he appeared to be more confused than ever. Pip realized that there could never be anything between him and Stan. At least he knew that now.

"I'm sorry, Stan. I guess it was rather foolish of me to think you could ever love someone like me. I know I could never measure up to your standards, but at least you showed me that there could never be a future for us. I'm so sorry I bothered you. I guess I'll be leaving now." He paused in the doorway, more heartbroken than ever.

He became enraged, however, when Kyle leaned in and whispered in ear. Stan watched in a daze as if he were at a spectator sport. "At least you know your place now, you frog. Stan was just delusional. No one could ever love a French pansy like you."

"You son of a bitch!" Before either of them knew what was happening, Pip's angry fist met Kyle's surprised face. Kyle fell to the floor, holding his nose, catching most of the blood that was dripping onto Stan's carpet. Stan jumped up and retrieved a Kleenex form the box on his nightstand. He glared angrily at Pip but Pip didn't care.

A vague memory washed over Pip: Gym class. Dodgeball. Kyle's bloody nose. He'd felt horribly guilty that he'd sent the redheaded boy to the nurse. But Kyle was the one who had told him to throw the ball. He was the one egging him on. And if he recalled correctly, he'd said pretty much the same thing he did now, back then, too. There was no love lost between Pip and Kyle and both boys knew it would always remain that way.

"Boys, is everything alright up there?" Mrs. Marsh called.

"Fine, mom! We're just messing around." Stan yelled.

"Well, try and keep it down, hon. I'm on the phone." Mrs. Marsh explained.

Pip just stared in shock at what he'd done. "I-I'm sorry. I – I don't," He started to say but Stan cut him off. "Just get out, Pip. I never want to see you again. LEAVE!" He cried when Pip still didn't move. He hung his head sadly as he left.

"Kyle, are you alright?" Stan asked in concern. Kyle winced as Stan helped him sit up.

"Yeah, I'll be ok. I just don't understand, Stan. Why Pip?" Kyle asked, holding the Kleenex to his nose.

Stan moved in closer to Kyle and just hugged him. Kyle rested his chin on Stan's shoulder, re adjusting the Kleenex. "I don't know why. Please believe me, Kyle. You're the one I love. I guess it had all been in the heat of the moment."

Stan leaned backward slightly, peering into Kyle's quizzical face. "It really didn't mean anything, I swear." Kyle tried to swallow his hurt as Stan embraced him.

"You shouldn't, swear, Stan. It really is a bad habit, you know." Kyle joked. They both laughed and Stan knew Kyle had forgiven him. "So what's with Miss Polly? I don't believe he still has it." He'd been dying to know ever since Kyle had caught the two of them making out.

Kyle had almost forgotten he'd had the dumb thing. He held it up proudly. "I found this under his bed after, well, you know." He blushed lightly. Stan nodded, needing no explanation as to what Kyle had been doing Cartman's room.

"Our days of slavedom are officially over." Kyle said triumphantly.

Stan listened in silence as Kyle recounted what happened in Cartman's room. He studied his boyfriend's face. He loved him so much, it hurt. He wanted to show him just how much. They would've gotten the chance, except they kept getting interrupted. Suddenly, Stan leaned closer and his lips found Kyle's, breaking him off in mid sentence.

Kyle took the Kleenex away and wiped at his nose; the bleeding had pretty much stopped by now. Kyle gently caressed Stan's face, holding his lover's head in both hands. Stan had tears in eyes once again. "Kyle, I love you very much." He whispered. "I love you, too." Kyle whispered back. He slowly stood up, taking Stan with him. He led him to the bed. They fell softy on it, with Kyle on top of Stan.

"I want you so much." Stan breathed. He raised his arms above his head as Kyle slipped off his shirt. He arched his neck back as his hot lips kissed their way down his heaving stomach. "Oh god, just skip the foreplay and fuck me already." Stan gasped. Kyle grinned as he stripped off the rest of their clothes.

He accepted the lube and a small, square package Stan handed him. After he slipped on the condom, he rubbed himself thoroughly with the cool liquid, then proceeded to ease himself into Stan's virgin body. Stan moaned softly, both in pain and pleasure. Kyle thrust slowly, not wanting to hurt his lover. "You ok?" He panted. Stan just nodded, reaching down to fondle his own rock hard organ.

Kyle brushed his hand away and replaced it with his own. Their lips met in a passionate and sweet kiss. "God, Stan. You have no idea how much I love you." Kyle murmured. Stan groaned as Kyle squeezed him a little harder. He had never been this happy in his life. He closed his eyes as their lips met in another mind-blowing kiss. Kyle uttered Stan's name over and over as he started thrusting harder and faster.

"Stan, I can't hold on much longer." Kyle moaned. Stan's fingernails bit into Kyle's shoulders as he pumped the black haired boy faster, matching his own rhythm.

They tried to keep their moans quiet as they both climaxed at the same time. Kyle quickly pulled out and Stan watched as he finished his cumming process, his sperm filling the condom. Kyle collapsed on Stan, exhausted. Neither of them said anything for a while. Kyle rolled off, cuddling up close to Stan, draping an arm over his torso.

"You were amazing." Stan finally said to Kyle. He turned his head. Kyle smiled. "So were you. I love you." Kyle kissed Stan once more. "I love you, too." They were both quiet as they lay there, enjoying each other's company and being the happiest they've ever been. Stan knew he and Kyle would be ok. As for Pip, well, that was a road Stan decided would remain less traveled.

A/N: Ugh. This was such a bad ending, I know. Sorry I couldn't come up with anything better. Please be totally honest with me and tell me whether or not you liked it. I'm sorry I made Kyle mean to Pip in this chapter but it had to be done. I think. I know Kyle forgave Stan easily but I guess he loved him so much he was willing to forgive and forget. There might be an epilogue coming. I'm pretty sure of it. So this may or may not be the end. So keep an eye out. There is a possibility of several alternate endings I might post yet. I wasn't too satisfied with this one so I'm thinking more are in order. It'll take me some time to get those up. Thanks for all the kind reviews. I love you guys. :p