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 groaned 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 hear 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 shook his head. "No. Kyle, please listen." But Stan didn't have a chance to finish. Kyle was upon the pale, blond kid in a heartbeat, both hands around Pip's throat as he put pressure on his sensitive and vulnerable neck. Pip struggled against Kyle's strong grip, but he was no match for the other youth. "You son of a bitch! I hate you!" Kyle cried.

Stan jumped up and tried to stave Kyle off of Pip, even though he still had mixed feelings about the whole situation.

"Boys! Is everything alright up there?" Mrs. Marsh called from downstairs.

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

"Well, try to keep it down, hon. I'm on the phone."

Kyle finally let go of Pip's neck, causing the other boy to choke in pain. "What the hell's wrong with you, man?" Stan asked in amazement. Kyle fell to his knees, his whole body trembling non stop. He was barely coherent as he spoke between his sobs.

"I'm sorry, Stan. I couldn't help it. I love you so much, I hate the thought of anyone else getting close to you." He glared up at Pip angrily. Pip just gazed down at Kyle, rubbing his sore neck thoughtfully.

"Kyle. I – I'm sorry." Stan laid a hand on Kyle's shoulder. "Kyle. You're the one I want. Please. Believe me."

Stan averted his gaze to Pip, who was still staring at the redhead in awe. "Pip, I really think you should leave now. This was a mistake. I never should've let you con me like this." Pip's lower lip trembled, but he refused to cry in front of these two.

"I'm sorry, Stan." His voice cracked. "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." Pip hung his head sadly as he left.

Stan knelt next to Kyle, looking at him expectantly. "Why, Stan?" Kyle sobbed. "Why? I thought you loved me. I thought we had something." Stan bit his lip, feeling all too ashamed of himself now. Kyle had truly loved him. He never would've tested his feelings for the one he really loved. Stan could see that now.

He felt guilty as he embraced his friend, letting him cry on his shoulder. He knew there was nothing he could say that would make everything better again. He'd deeply wounded Kyle and he knew it would take a long time for him to get over the hurt and disloyalty.

"Kyle." Stan softly shook his heaving shoulder, turning his tear stained face towards him. Kyle just looked at him, not with an expression of anger, but one of confusion and pain. Stan leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on his trembling lips. He lovingly brushed back a red curl that had gone astray. Kyle sniffed as he rested his chin on Stan's shoulder. He wanted Stan to tell him everything was going to be ok, that he would never again betray him like that.

Stan gently helped Kyle to his feet, letting the other boy lean on him for a moment before pushing them both back towards the bed.

"Kyle. Kyle. I love you." Stan kept whispering over and over as he stripped them of their clothes. Kyle just lay there, still in a daze over what had happened. He wasn't sure he was totally ready to forgive Stan for what he'd done, but he knew that he was the one he wanted to be with for the rest of his life.

Kyle was crying as Stan lubed himself up and rolled on the condom. "Stan." He murmured. "I love you, Stan." Stan brushed his lips against Kyle's, causing him to calm down somewhat. Stan gently eased himself into Kyle's body.

Kyle whimpered mostly in pain but he didn't stop him from continuing. "I'm sorry baby. I don't want to hurt you." Stan whispered. Kyle shook his head. "No. It's okay." He whispered back.

Stan took his time, not wanting the moment he'd been waiting for to end too soon. Their lovemaking was passionate and almost frantic. They tried to keep their moans quiet as they climaxed at the same time. Kyle clung to his boyfriend desperately, not wanting this state of blissfulness to disappear.

"Hey. You never did tell me why you were carrying around Miss Polly." Stan said as he snuggled up close to Kyle, draping an arm over his torso. He nuzzled his ear as Kyle cracked a smile and let out a quiet giggle.

Stan listened in silence as Kyle recounted what happened in Cartman's room. Neither boy said anything for awhile. They were just content to lie in each other arms and enjoy each other's company, both being the happiest they've ever been in quite a while. Stan knew he and Kyle would be ok but as for Pip, well he decided that that would be a road that would remain less traveled.

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A/N: Yippee. This is my first alternate ending. Tell me what you think. I'll have my final one posted shortly. You can tell me which one of the three you like better. I felt there were a lot of ways I could've ended it, so I decided to play around with it for a bit.