Thanks to Oyaji for this correction: "One thing before I start reading, just so you know, in case you didn't, Rectus Dominus is nothing serious. In fact, it's simply a bad mock up of the original damien theme, and is simply 'Rectal Domination' which can be read as 'Ass Master.' Just thought I'd let you know that. :)" I blame everyone but myself for the misconception.

Yeah, I went back to the regualar spacer. Actually, I had a different one, but QuickEdit ATE IT.

Disclaimer: I think you know this by now.

Fifth Installment
"Cinnamon"

"Stop, you idiot." Despite being soaked in lake water that he had nearly drowned in minutes earlier, and being threatened by the chanting of the son of the Devil, his tone was calm, confident and powerful. Kyle's heart swelled at the sound of the voice he thought he was never going to hear again.

He stopped chanting and paused, narrowing his eyes at the raven-haired source of the command. "Why should I?"

Stan sighed. "Because if you kill me, Kyle will just hate you! Why are you too stupid to see that?"

He put his hand down at his side, angry that Stan was proving to be so worthy of Kyle once again, this time with his damned intelligence. But killing him wouldn't make Kyle fall in love with the antichrist any more than giving him cinnamon cocoa did. "…Fine."

He sat, granting Kyle and Stan the time they needed to swim to shore without interruption. They stood staring into each other's eyes in silence for a minute, before the redhead grabbed his partner and started to lead him home. "Come on. Let's sleep. We can worry about… Rebecca in the morning, okay?"

Stan nodded, still close to tears, and followed. A whispered threat chased them out of the woods all the way home.

"This isn't over, my love."

A gasp and a younger, higher voice pierced the silence in his bedroom. "You have to ask Mom if you can have guests over, gaybot!"

He blinked, greeted by the morning light spilling through his window and Ike standing in the doorway accusing him, and only pulled his arms around his partner tighter. "Hey, Stan was horny, okay?"

"EW!" Ike cried out, and ran down the hallway. "MOM!"

Stan pulled away from the redhead and sat up. "Nice."

Kyle's laughed, and he ruffled the other boy's hair playfully. "C'mon, let's get some breakfast."

The two trudged tiredly down the stairs into the kitchen to find his mother eating a balanced breakfast of toast. She was about to object to Stan's presence, but Kyle quickly stopped her. "Don't ask; it's complicated. I'll explain later."

Mrs. Broflovski nodded, understanding. She had become a bit less overprotective over the years. She still kept a close eye on Ike, though, but that was only because the Canadian was more prone to accident than Kyle.

The redhead reached for a bowl of "Cinnamon Cavity-Os," a sugary breakfast cereal that he still enjoyed even in his high school years, and poured himself and Stan a bowl. The brunette immediately began chomping away on the unhealthy sugar flakes, but Kyle didn't touch his food for awhile. Instead, he just watched Stan eat.

There was certainly something majestic about the way Stan ate. Kyle snickered happily at how wonderful the brunette looked, his jetblack hair spilling sloppily over his face, his eyes half-open, and his mouth slowly chewing on an oversized mouthful of corn flakes. There was something majestic about everything Stan did, actually. He was like a lion, beautiful, proud, and free. Thank God he's alive, the redhead thought, and took a bit of his cereal.

He thought of Damien's cocoa.

"I see. So he was in the woods."

He just growled in response to the British boy and kicked the wall of his home with such force that a small dent was left in it, chipping the dark red paint.

"Damien, I do believe you'll hurt your foot…"

His eyes narrowed to slits and he lit the wall on fire with his Satanic powers in his anger and watched the paint melt off. "I don't give a fuck! Why do I have to love him!"

"Well, I do have a bit of experience in the area of love…"

"It isn't fair! What's the fucking point! I'm sure he already hates me!"

"Believe me, I know how it much it can hurt to love someone you can't have…"

"There's no hope! Why do I keep trying?"

"…Damien, have you ever considered…"

"I just wish someone else could feel the pain I feel…"

"…that perhaps you are…"

"I just want to fucking kill someone… I should killed him!"

"…looking for love…"

"I wish Stan was fucking dead…!"

"…in the wrong place?"

He paused. "Pip, what do you mean?"

Pip looked down pensively, and bit his lip, considering. "Oh, um, its nothing. Please… well, never mind."

He yawned. "Is it a school day?"

"…No, it's Saturday. See how it's nine o'clock and we're still in the kitchen in the clothes we wore yesterday?"

"Mm." He took another bite of his Cavity-Os, then paused. "Yesterday…"

Kyle quickly leaned over and kissed him lightly, and in instants, the cinnamon was gone from his lips. The redhead laughed, trying to take the brunette's mind off the events at the lake. "You taste good, baby."

But Stan's thoughts were still focused on the previous night after hearing the mention of "yesterday." He pushed his bowl aside and rose from his seat. "I can't finish this."

"…Stan, get over it."

"Get over it! Get over it! How the fuck can you say that, Kyle? She was your first girlfriend, for Christ's sake!"

A sharp warning of "Language!" emerged from the seat where Kyle's previously silent mother inhabited before Stan continued.

"You were in love with her! How can her death mean nothing to you!"

"Stan, I'm in love with you…"

"So your first love doesn't even mean anything to you? Even if you don't love her… she's still a human being… and you were close to her, you should care!"

"You're a Christian! Aren't you supposed to believe she's in a better place now!"

"Not if she went to Hell!"

"You have to fucking forgive yourself!"

"Language!"

"…" Stan sat back down and hesitantly slowly crunching his breakfast.

"Listen… when someone dies… you have to move on, and live a full life… for her."

"…but I can't live like this! I can't live until I know if Rebecca is okay in the afterlife!"

"…" Kyle licked his lips in thought and was hit with the delightful taste of cinnamon, before being hit by a somewhat controversial idea as he thought of the cocoa that had comforted him through his temporary breakup.

"Well, there is… someone who knows."

Stan shoved another spoonful in his mouth and raised an eyebrow at this possibility.