Chapter 4
Plead Silence

Tweek knocked hastily at Stan's door. He was heaving from running but he didn't care. All he could think about was the feeling Stan gave him. He pounded once more on the door until finally it opened with some anxiety.

A semi-angry Stan stood in front of him wearing a sweater and some plain gray boxers. In his left hand he was holding what appeared to be a bowl of cereal. Stan's mood changed instantly when he saw that it was Tweek at his door.

"Hey." He said sounding quite impressed with himself.

"Um… Stan I need to talk to you…arg…out here" his head jolted to the side and he tugged worriedly at his cloths.

Stan casually shook his head. "Come on in." Stan moved aside to let Tweek in but he stood there on his front porch.

Tweek's head tossed back and forth.. "Are you parents home." He asked in an abnormally low voice. Stan nodded. "Come out here then." He backed up as far as he could on the top step to allow Stan to come out.

"It's for me mom," Stan yelled into his living room while slipping on some shoes. He still held his bowl of half eaten cereal, it was almost as if he had forgotten about it and it was just natural to keep holding the bowl.

"Stan…" Tweek started. "Jesus…this is way too much pressure" Tweek complained off to the side.

"What's going on? How did your date go?" He asked happily. "Or did it go?" his tone changed to a concerned one.

"No… it went fine, but its just that- um- its just… Jesus!" Tweek shook his head and yanked at his shirt as if it would make the situation better.

"Spit it out Tweek… did she leave you hanging? What?" Stan bombarded him with questions impatiently.

"No! This isn't about her." Tweek shouted angrily, making Stan's eyes go wide. "This is about you!"

"Oh?" Stan said with puzzlement. Tweek pushed himself against Stan's body and clung to his hoodie in a matter of seconds. Stan was taken aback by his quick actions that he hardly had time to react. He moved his cereal off to the side and lightly placed a hand on Tweek's hair.

"You're the only one you makes me feel the butterflies." Tweek mumbled into Stan's chest, sounding almost ashamed of himself.

"What do you mean?" Stan started to stoke his hair out of habit.

"When she kissed me…I didn't feel anything. She wanted to sleep with me, she didn't care that it was our first date. She got angry when I said I didn't feel anything. She left…"

"So the date went bad!"

"The date went fine!" he shouted once more into Stan's chest, trying to redirect the topic once more. "I don't care about the date. What I'm trying- arg- to say is…you're the only one that makes me feel the butterflies. You know when you- Jesus…arg…t-touch me." Tweek finished and Stan smiled inwardly. He looked across the street and saw a passerby. The man looked disgustedly at the two and Stan interrupted his caressing of Tweek's hair to give him the finger.

"Well, what do you want to do about this?" Stan asked with amusement. He definitely had Tweek under his thumb.

"I want…you to make me feel that way again! I want you to touch me, kiss me whatever! I just want to feel that way again!" Tweek's face was burning red and was buried so far into the sweater that he could hardly hear what he was saying. Tweek's vice grip on his shirt caused it to wrinkle when he let go of it.

Stan bent down and kissed Tweek lightly on the cheek, causing the blonde boy to shiver. "Come up to my room, Tweek." He whispered in his ear seductively in a comically low voice.

Stan and Tweek entered the house. Tweek was shaking all over and could hardly take off his shoes.

"Tweek's staying over again," Stan yelled as he walked to the kitchen and placed his bowl on the counter.

"Don't just leave it there." His mother told him. "You empty and rinse that bowl mister."

"How did you know it wasn't empty?" Stan shouted at her in disbelief.

"I can hear it!" his mom said, not taking her eyes off the television. Just watching Stan move about the kitchen made Tweek crave him more. The way he shifted his weight on his legs and gracefully move from the counter to the garbage, back to the counter. The butterflies returned harder then ever making him weak in the knees. Tweek knew he was simply lusting after Stan but he couldn't get enough of the warm feeling.

"Tweek are you alright?" Stan's mother asked with concern as he watched him shake with anticipation.

"WHAT? Yes!" Tweek shouted at once.

"Oh… ok dear." She said nervously as if she had just said something wrong.

"Come on Tweek. I've got video games in my room" Tweek looked doubtfully at Stan and didn't budge. Stan raised his eyebrows and without saying a word nodded his head towards the stairs. Tweek quickly followed Stan up the stairs.

"See ya later mom." Stan shouted.

"Arg…" Tweek shouted; it was his way of saying bye.

The two entered the room. Tweek stood two feet from the door after Stan pushed him into his small room. Stan closed the door, never taking his eyes of Tweek. The way he saw it was, Tweek asked him for help and he was just doing his part for the good of society…sort of.

Wandering from you
Falling at your side
Wandering from you
Healing my desire
Stumbling in your soul
Give yourself to me
Hurting your desire
Healing mine

Tweek shook lightly and Stan left his spot by the door and pulled on Tweek's untidy shirt, pushing him against the wall by the door. He instantly attacked his neck, giving him small kisses here and there.

"Why do you make me feel… this way, Stan?" Tweek panted. Stan shrugged mindlessly against Tweek's body and continued his homage on Tweek's neck. His hand was gripping Tweek's left wrist and his other was placed lightly on his right shoulder, pinning him to the wall.

Stan's lips left fiery trails from the crevice of Tweek's neck up to his ear. Stan nibbled quite harshly on it, causing Tweek's whole body to shiver against his.

Tweek stretched his neck back as far as he could and Stan caressed it with his kisses. He gripped his Tweek's hands tightly as if he would try anything. Tweek's hands struggled to be free of Stan's grip, and finally Stan let them go free so he could trap him tightly between the wall and his body. Tweek held on to Stan's waist and pulled him closer, as it was physically possible to do so.

Stan's lips found Tweek's and he pressed against them hard causing his victim to squeak under his control. The raven boy's hands traveled downwards, over Tweek's chest and down to the bottom of his shirt. He pulled open the bottom button, followed by the rest of them until it was fully exposed and pressed against Stan's soft sweater.

Tweek stomach felt like it was on fire. He was shivering all over uncontrollably and he wasn't sure how long he would be able to stand before his knees gave out. His hands squeezed tighter on Stan's hips as the beautiful insects flitted around in the pit of his stomach.

Stan's roaming hands traveled across Tweek's thin stomach and small frame. He followed both sides of the shirt up to Tweek's shoulders and then removed the material from his body, allowing it to fall free to the floor.

Stan held onto Tweek's shaking torso, kissing and nibbling at his neck and collarbone. Tweek enjoyed the roughness of Stan's kisses and nips. His face was flushed and his knees continued to shake. Tweek rendered himself helpless under Stan's talented hands and lips.

When Stan pulled away and started at the heavy eyed boy who was slightly panting. Tweek felt his knees starting to give out and he tightly wrapped his arms around Stan's upper body for support. Stan ginned with mischievousness. He reached behind Tweek and locked his door and then proceeded to drag the willing Tweek to his small bed.

Tweek fell flat on his back onto he semi-hard mattress. Stan crawled over him until he was looming over the trembling boy underneath him and a small smile spread across his face. Tweek's eye twitched as he watched Stan just stare down at him.

Slowly Stan bent down and placed his lips upon Tweek's. The blonde couldn't help but let out a small muffled cry as the butterflies returned without remorse. He grabbed at Stan's sleeves, pulling him closer. Tweek pushed against Stan's lips with sheer need and Stan willing accepted.

His stomach was swimming with the pests and he could feel them multiplying as Stan's hands crawled up his bare chest. He could sense Stan's warm tongue slipping through his lips and he opened his mouth to the new sensation, even if it made him twitch over and over.

Stan's tongue once again explored the cavernous mouth, savoring his unique taste. Tweek didn't mind that he could taste fruitloops off of Stan's tongue; in fact he found it more alluring.

Tweek tugged at his sweater, wanting to pull it off to feel his flesh against his own. Stan didn't move from Tweek's mouth, (but allowed for him to pull and tug on his sweatshirt), and he continued to entwine his tongue with Tweek's. Stan's back was bare and Tweek continued trying to remove the sweater completely, but Stan wasn't letting it to happen.

He pressed harder on his mouth even though both were running short of air. He gained dominance over Tweek's; who simply let him push his way around his mouth and suck on his tongue. Finally Stan pulled away from Tweek and both panted fiercely. Tweek pleaded with his eyes and Stan let his hoodie be pulled off over his head; he was now sitting in nothing but his boxers.

Tweek didn't know what to do. He was at a loss for words and Stan was making him nervous the way he was looking at him. Stan leaned down and pressed his warm skin against Tweek's cooled body. The warm sensations and the nibbling at his ear caused him to tremble all over once again. His hands traveled over Stan's back, leaving pink marks from his short fingernail.

Stan stopped and let Tweek settle down. Tweek realized that he had stopped breathing again and took a long, deep breath. Stan stared at the side of his face, watching his chest rapidly rise and fall. Tweek turned his head to face Stan, who was lying beside him on his stomach.

It was at that moment that Tweek realized that Stan could have who ever he wanted: boy or girl. There were no maybes or no for him, only yeses. Even as Stan rested his head on the pillow Tweek could feel himself wanting him and he knew that it wasn't for anything but lust. Stan was charismatic and Tweek couldn't help being pulled in by his devilish eyes, smile, charm and how easily he made Tweek fidget under his touches.

Tweek wanted Stan to touch him again. The butterflies were not paying attention to him and he wanted them to stay. He moved in closer to capture Stan's lips but Stan moved out of the way. He held his neck so that they were cheek-to-cheek, causing Tweek to whimper.

"Do you know what you're doing?" Stan asked barely above a whisper, and then the butterflies returned, filling the pit of his stomach with raw lust. Tweek let out a soft cry as Stan traced a finger from his shoulder down, over his stomach and stopping at the seam of his pants.

"Arg…I don't know…" Tweek said quickly with a sharp intake of breath as Stan followed the seam to his hipbone. He closed his eyes and felt his hands move back across his stomach teasing the warm flesh with feathered motions.

"Do you know why you're doing this?" Stan used the same soft, whispered tone as last time and nipped at his ear.

"…Too much pressure… " Tweek said anxiously as he opened his eyes. His breathing became uneven as Stan unbuttoned the top of his jeans and then dragged his fingers underneath the seam of the pants.

"Well?" Stan implored with desire.

"Because… what do you want to hear?" Tweek asked with difficulty. Stan was running his hands across the seam of Tweek's boxers and was lightly kissing his cheek.

"You don't love me do you?" It seemed like a very cynical question to ask at such a time. Tweek didn't even know how to answer, even if his head was clear. A smile appeared on Stan's lips and he knew he was torturing Tweek by beating around the bush.

"Of course not…" Tweek finally answered through supple kisses on his neck. Stan's hand left his pants and was now gripping his side.

"Just what I do to you?" Stan was toying with Tweek and it caused him to cry out in frustration. Stan shifted himself and soon he was straddling the trembling Tweek.

"How far are you willing to go Tweek?" Stan pecked his lips three times and then stabilized his face only inches from the blondes.

"Erg… I…well, I guess…" Tweek contemplated what "how far" meant. Stan didn't wait for another answer and instead closed the gap between them.

Tweek didn't protest Stan, and he didn't protest the blitz of butterflies either. Stan made sure that he positioned himself between Tweek's legs and he grinded his leg against the sensitive flesh. Tweek cried out unexpectedly into Stan's mouth as he created friction, making Tweek grow harder.

Tweek didn't notice when Stan had removed his jeans, but he had and he was slowly removing his boxers. Stan ran his hands over Tweek's chest and slowly made his way down his torso, kissing and leaving scorching trails.

Tweek stopped breathing as Stan's mouth took in his throbbing member. Tweek gabbed his blanket and shoved it between his teeth trying not to scream loudly. They were supposed to be playing video games.

Stan ran his tongue up and down the shaft varying his pace. He sucked on the head and then took his length in. He did this until Tweek was trashing his arms, clutching the sheets and screaming out as softly as he could. Beads of sweat formed on Tweek's forehead and he finally released the sheets.

Stan crawled up beside the shaking boy and kissed him softly on the mouth. Tweek whimpered against Stan because he didn't fulfill him; he just left him hanging. Stan didn't need for him to return the favor; he didn't feel that Tweek would have been able to.

"Tweek this is important," He moaned against his ear. "Do you want me to go down on you, or do you want to take me?"

Tweek's eyes were glazed. Stan's words were meaningless and he shrugged, not really caring whish way it went. Stan grinned.

"Are you sure? It may hurt…" Stan groaned as Tweek tentatively grabbed between his legs at his clothed member.

"Arg…" He said, not wanting the pleasure to stop. Stan removed his restraints and grabbed out of his night side table a small container of lubricator. He placed a small amount on the tip of his finger and gentle pushed it into Tweek's entrance. He let out a small weep of pleasure and muffled his cries with a pillow. Stan slowly stretched Tweek, letting him get used to the feeling before he tried anything else.

Tweek had to stop himself from screaming as Stan entered. It was slow and sensuous at first, letting Tweek adjust to the foreign feeling. This sensation was something that Tweek had never felt before in his life and it was almost blinding. Stan had to cover his mouth in order to keep him at a reasonable level and not "disturb" his mother. It wasn't long until both boys were panting as Stan pushed in and out of Tweek.

Stan shoved his tongue into Tweek's mouth out of routine not romance. Tweek struggled for dominance over the kiss but Stan would not have it. Stan broke apart and attacked his neck, quickening his paces. Tweek stretched his neck back and closed his eyes tightly. Stan nipped and bruised the skin on his neck and Tweek simply held onto him.

There was an abrupt knock at Stan's door causing him to jolt his head away from Tweek's neck.

"Arg…" Tweek shouted, panting jagged breaths, his heart pounding abnormally fast.

"Stan, sweetie?" Stan's mother shouted through the door. Stan clasped his hand over Tweek's mouth and stared towards the locked door. He slowed his breathing to a "normal" pace. He felt slightly awkward lying on top of Tweek, completely naked and talking to his mother on the other side of the door.

"Yeah mom?" he choked out.

"I'm going to go get some groceries… It's almost 6 and I need to get something for supper? Do you boys want to come?"

"No mom!" Stan shouted and a grin spread across his face. "We're just getting started…" Stan through the door and laughed silently. Tweek's eyes were twitching constantly and he could swear that Stan's mom could hear his heart beating.

"Right, your videogames… You know…" she paused and Tweek gripped the hand that Stan had placed over his mouth. "You can turn up the volume on the game…when I tell you to keep it down I don't mean literally."

"…" Tweek let out a loud sigh, taking in as much air as he could.

"See you soon…" Stan's mother said awkwardly before leaving the room with a confused look upon her face, not knowing why her son wouldn't come out to talk to her.

"That wasn't funny…" Tweek seethed though clenched teeth. Stan lightly ran his hand across Tweek's hard on and he emitted a sharp sigh. He picked up his movements before they were "conveniently" interrupted.

Stan's instantly lips pressed against Tweek's and he felt a sudden rush, as the butterflies continued their onslaught, never ceasing. Tweek's entire body shook with bliss and he couldn't stop himself from biting Stan's bare shoulder. Stan growled as he felt Tweek's teeth dig into his soft flesh.

Stan bit back and sped up his momentum making Tweek squirm uneasily under his body. Tweek could feel his body involuntarily pushing to meet Stan everytime he slammed back.

Stan could feel himself nearing release and he quickened his speed. He wrapped a hand around Tweek's abandoned penis and started to stroke it in time with his movements.

Tweek couldn't contain himself and he once again sank his teeth into Stan's neck. However, this time Stan didn't mind this much as he felt himself spasm inside of Tweek. Both groaned as Stan pulled out and fell as a crumpled mess beside Tweek. They were tangled and entwined in each other's legs and arms breathing with satisfaction.

I-I-I-I-I

When Monday morning came Tweek walked the halls alone like usual. He would occasionally say hi to the odd elementary chum, but other then that he would remain a loner.

He passed Stan on the way to his math class. He had his arm stung around some girl's shoulders and she was clinging onto him for all he was worth. She was giggling and looking stupidly up at him.

Tweek smiled inwardly, even though Stan didn't even look at him. He almost dropped his books as his body flinched out of tradition. He looked back and saw Stan going into the music room with his new girlfriend.

He shrugged it off. He really didn't care. It wasn't as if he like Stan or anything… just the things he did to him. Even then, it was a one-time thing; Stan wasn't interested in a loner like him.

He placed his books down at his seat, receiving heated glares from girls and boys around him. Natalie sat back in her seat with an achieved smile upon her face. Tweek's eye gave its characteristic twitch and he turned around to face the front. The girls were pissed because he blew her off and the boys were pissed because Tweek gave her up.

Tweek couldn't care a less. His thoughts were more focused on the last words Stan said to him two nights ago…

I-I-I-I-I

Both were lying on the bed in a comfortable mess. Tweek's eye was twitching on its own occasionally, making Stan laugh quietly.

"So Tweek," he started, pushing feathered blonde hair out of Tweek's eyes. "Can you still feel the butterflies?"

The End… or is it?

The answer is no… JUST because I have a more "elaborated" idea for the story to progress farther beyond this…and to put the characters through horrible issues that are entertaining for the average person… heh, heh, heh… I hope that someone is enjoying the odd pairing that isn't really a pair at all. I have a sick mind…yes I know…its so horrible… please review! Leave me a review:) Thanks and lots of smiles for all… don't eat meat!

BMB