This was originally going to be a Craig chapter, but then I realized it would make more sense to be a Stan chapter. But that means mourning is going to take place and also something pretty fucked up. You'll see what I mean.

Also, I'm gonna give up on forcing every chapter to be three thousand words. I'm just going to focus on making sure I write what I want to write instead of how long the chapter is. It was way too stressful on me.

Chapter 16 – Stan

Stan laid on his bed, tears running down his face. The morning newspaper was clutched in his hands, crumbled and tearing. He didn't care if his parents hadn't gotten the chance to read it yet. It's not like the rest of the news was as important as the front page story.

Kyle had been kidnapped last night. That's why he hadn't answered any of Stan's texts or calls. He felt so foolish. Why hadn't he gone with him? Why did he let Kyle leave the dance alone with Cartman? He had made a promise that he would protect him and he failed. Now he had lost two friends, a girlfriend, and his very best friend.

There was a soft knock on his door, but he made no attempt to respond to it. They knocked again and Stan took a shaky breath.

"Go away," he moaned. Whoever it was entered anyway.

"Stan," said a soft voice. Blinking the tears from his eyes, Stan sat up slightly to see Shelly standing in the door. She no longer spoke with a lisp since she got her braces removed, but that hadn't made her any less mean over the years.

"What do you want?" Stan muttered, "Are you going to make fun of me for crying? Gonna tell me to get over it?"

Shelly walked over and sat on the bed next to Stan. Then, to his great surprise, she leaned over and hugged him tightly.

"I heard you lost your best friend last night," she said, gently petting his hair, "I can't even begin to imagine what you must be going through. I know it must be hard, though. Right now, you must feel like the loneliest person in the world."

As Shelly spoke, Stan felt his eyes start to water again. But she wasn't done.

"I want you to know I'm here for you, Stan," she continued, "I know I haven't always been the best sister to you, but if you need a shoulder to cry on, I'll be there. I promise you."

Stan couldn't hold it in anymore. Tears burst from his eyes again and he started sobbing into his sister's shoulder. Shelly gently held him, allowing him to cry as long as he needed and murmuring comforting words to him.

"It's not fair, Shelly!" Stan hissed when he could finally speak again, "Why him? Why did it have to be Kyle? There are so many other red heads in this town that he could've taken instead! Why did he have to take my best friend from me?"

"I know it's not fair," Shelly murmured as she gently rubbed his back, "And I wish I had an answer for you. I wish there was something more I could do for you. But the only thing I can do for you right now is be here for you."

Sniffing, Stan looked at her with tear-stained eyes. "How am I supposed to go on?" he asked, "Most of my friends are gone."

"You keep fighting, Stan," Shelly told him, "I know you've been trying to find the kidnapper. Let this motivate you to try even harder. Don't stop until you've found the son-of-a-bitch and got your friends back."

Stan smiled gently at her. "Thanks, Shelly," he said, "You're the best sister ever."

"I know I am," she replied as they hugged warmly.

Just as Stan was about to head out the door, he got a text from Cartman asking him to come over. Although he really wanted to get to Craig's house to continue investigating, he figured he should probably talk to Cartman for a while. After all, he was the last one to see Kyle before he was kidnapped.

Cartman had a serious and solemn expression when he let Stan in and led him up to his bedroom. When they were both seated comfortably, Cartman let out a sigh.

"I'm sorry," he said heavily, "I feel like it was my fault Kyle was kidnapped last night. I shouldn't have made him leave with me. I'm so sorry, Stan."

"Don't apologize, Cartman," Stan told him, "It's just as much my fault. I should've gone with you guys. I know how dangerous it is to be out especially at night."

"Still, I sent him home alone," Cartman revealed, "I should've known better. Even if his house is just next door. I know when we were younger Kyle and I didn't get along, but I felt like we were finally getting past that." He let out a heavy sigh. "I'm so stupid."

"You're not stupid, Erik," Stan insisted, "I already miss him so badly, though."

Cartman gave him a thoughtful look. "Hold on," he said, "I've got something that might take our minds off of things, at least for a little while." He quickly got up and left the room, leaving Stan puzzled. A few minutes later he returned carrying two shot glasses and a rather large bottle of vodka.

Stan stared at him in amazement. "Where'd you get that?" he asked.

"My mom's 'secret stash,'" Cartman explained, "She always keeps a bottle ready for when she has a guy over." He poured two shots and handed one to Stan.

"I don't know, Cartman," Stan muttered, "We're really underage for alcohol, and this seems like a lousy way to forget our worries."

"Oh, come on Stan," Cartman urged, "Just a shot or two. You won't even notice." Stan let out a heavy sigh.

"All right, fine," he conceded. He tossed back the shot, not noticing when Cartman simply poured his out. Stan held his glass out for another shot.

"There you go, bud," Cartman chuckled, pouring the vodka, "Now you're getting it." He poured Stan a few more shots and before he even knew it, he was drunk.

"Damn," Stan muttered, struggling to stand, "I feel dizzy. I need to sit down or something. All this moping is not doing anything for me." Cartman grinned.

"Come here," he ordered, and Stan's drunk mind didn't even ask why as he did as he was told. As soon as he was standing in front of him, Cartman pulled Stan forward and started kissing him deeply. Stan's mind struggled to keep up as he felt Eric work his tongue into his mouth, and before Stan knew it, he was kissing back.

The two stood there for a minute, kissing lazily, their tongues intermingling and exploring each other's mouths. Then Cartman suddenly took Stan in his arms and moved him onto the bed. He pushed him down and climbed on top of him, all without breaking the kiss. He moved his hands down Stan's sides, until he reached the edge of his shirt. His brain on autopilot, Stan kissed him harder, encouraging him to go further. Grinning, Eric slid his hands under Stan's shirt and pulled it off him. Then he sat up and removed his own jacket and shirt before leaning down to whisper in Stan's ear.

"I want you so badly, Stan," he breathed, "Ever since I learned what sex was, I knew I wanted to do it with you. I'm going to make love to you, and it's going to be hot and passionate. I'm going to pleasure you better than Wendy ever could."

Somewhere in Stan's very drunk mind his conscious was telling him that losing his virginity to Cartman at only fourteen years old was an extremely bad idea. But unfortunately, the rest of Stan's brain was telling him that this was a great idea. So, when Cartman started removing their pants and dug into his nightstand to find an unopened bottle of lube, he didn't try to stop him. He didn't protest as Cartman slicked up his cock or stretched him.

Cartman took his cock in his hand slid it into Stan, who gasped at the feeling. He leaned over Stan, kissing him, as he started thrusting into him. They wrapped their arms around each other, keeping each other tight as Eric increased his pace.

"Fuck, Stan," he breathed into the other's ear, "You feel amazing, man. I want to make love to you every night. I want to always feel this good! Oh God, sex with you is incredible!"

Stan didn't answer; his brain was still trying to register exactly what was going on. The only thing he could focus on was the feeling of Cartman sliding in and out of him. He couldn't even tell if what he was feeling was pleasure or deep regret.

Panting, Eric started thrusting deeper into his friend, sighing with pleasure as he did so. "Yes!" he sighed, "Yes! Oh fuck, yes! Oh, I could go all night with you, Stan! Even if I climax, I want to keep going! I just want- FUCK!"

Both Stan and Cartman gasped as Cartman suddenly orgasmed and started coming inside of Stan. He sat up and tipped his head back, letting out a moan of pleasure as his orgasm washed over him. Stan himself could feel himself getting close, and he was amazed by how long Eric came inside him. The larger boy kept thrusting through his orgasm, panting hard as he did so.

"Yes! Yes! Oh, my fucking God, yes! Ah, this is amazing!" he cried out, "I've never felt so much pleasure in my life! Fuck, this is so fucking incredible! AH!"

Cartman shuddered and fell onto Stan, panting. Stan himself was breathing hard as Eric leaned up to kiss him. Then he whispered in Stan's ear.

"We're not done yet," he hissed in a seductive voice, "It's your turn. Oh, I desperately want to know what it feels like to have you inside me."

Stan gave him a confused look. "Wha-?" He cut himself off with a gasp as Cartman suddenly grabbed his dick, lubing it up. Then, with a sigh, Eric slowly slid himself down on him until Stan was fully inside.

"Oh God," Cartman moaned, "Already you feel incredible. I can't wait to feel you cum inside me!" With that, he started thrusting his hips, pushing Stan's length further inside him and causing Stan to gasp.

Because Stan had already been rather close, it was not long before Stan came inside of Eric, who moaned with pleasure as he did so. He continued rocking his hips through Stan's orgasm.

"YES! Yes! This is what I wanted!" he exclaimed, "This is the sex I wanted! Oh Stan! You are so amazing! I never thought sex with you would be this fucking mind-blowing!"

Stan panted as he rather involuntarily thrusted up into Cartman, his orgasm still going, draining all his energy. But even still, he was quite unprepared for what Cartman said next.

"Oh, Stan! You're making me so happy! I-I love you so much!"

Eyes snapping open in shock and surprise, the last of Stan's energy left him and he collapsed on the bed. Cartman followed shortly after, laying on top of him. Both of them were breathing heavily.

"Stan," Eric panted after a moment, "I want to be your lover. I want us to make love every night, and if I have to get you drunk every night to do it, then I will. A part of me hopes they never find Wendy. I don't want you to be with her. I want you to be with me. I want to be the only person you cum inside."

Stan was struggling to stay awake, his drunk mind finally shutting down on him. He was having trouble even comprehending what Cartman was saying at this point.

"I love you," Eric continued, "I've always loved you. Heh, you and Kyle, actually. Yes, I am in love with Kyle as well. I was just as devastated as you were when he was kidnapped. I was hoping I could keep you both to myself, make love to you both whenever I pleased. I hope they find Kyle at least. I really want to have sex with him again. But until then, I promise I'll love you for him too."

Cartman kissing him and something about sex with Kyle was the last thing Stan could focus on before his eyes closed and he slipped into unconsciousness.

Yeah, that's where I'm ending this chapter. I know it didn't really advance the plot really, but I wanted to show Stan's mind set after his best friend was kidnapped. The next chapter is going to be a Craig chapter and it is most likely going to be a tear jerker. You'll see why. Sorry for shorter chapters but I could not get this to three thousand words.