The colorful lights flashed violently in front of them. Their fingers smashing various buttons and teeth grinding as they leaned forward until the sound of victory and defeat caused one to cheer and the other to curse.

"Good game," Stan announced, smiling as his avatar did a victory dance. Kyle tossed the controller to the side with a huff.

"I'm gonna order a pizza," Kyle said getting up from the couch. "You want a veggie?"

Stan nodded and started up another round. "Should we play at an easier level?" he teased. Kyle flipped him off and headed into the kitchen.

Laughing, Stan reached for his soda, taking the last sip of it. "Tell them to bring some more pop," he called from the couch. Kyle returned, grabbing his remote and they immersed themselves once more in their game.

Stan was close to another win when Kyle unexpectedly paused the game.

"Dude!" Stan whined. He was about to tell his best friend off until he saw the lost look on Kyle's face. "Dude?"

Kyle took a deep breath. He was still staring ahead at the pause menu, but then slowly turned to Stan. "Can I talk to you about something?" he asked with uncertainty.

"Of course," Stan said. Kyle looked away for a moment, biting his lip.

Stan's heart dropped a little. Kyle never sounded or looked this nervous to talk to him about anything. He was always the confident and assured one, holding to his morals but easily playing mental gymnastics if he went against them. Stan could still recall the crack baby fiasco. Kyle had been his go-to during the hardest parts of his life and he realized now the favor was never fully returned.

"Kyle, what's up?" he questioned seriously.

"I waanazkbabatomurryme," he hurriedly mumbled.

"Sorry?" Stan asked, worried Damien possessed his super best friend.

"I want to ask Bebe to marry me," he forced out, looking embarrassed.

Stan's eyes widened and his heart lifted. He laughed causing Kyle to look at him, horrified. "I'm just relieved it's not something horrible like you were dying or some shit," he assured.

"You don't think it's a bad idea?" Kyle carefully asked.

Stan shook his head and smiled happily at the redhead. "You guys been together forever. You're both going to California for school, so it won't become a long distance thing. As long as you're absolutely sure you want this, I'm all for it," he said truthfully.

"Thanks Stan," Kyle beamed. "I just wanted to hear it from you that it wasn't a bad idea."

Stan shrugged. "You sure you want my advice?" he joked. "Look at who I'm dating."

Kyle snorted.

"How are you going to ask her?" Stan wondered.

"Well I'm going to ask her dad first. He likes me so I think I'll be good, unless he plays the "you're too young" card," Kyle said. "I've been thinking about it for a while. You know what would be a perfect way to ask. I thought about I'm taking her to the woods—"

"This sounds like a plot to murder her," Stan interjected.

"It's where we go every year for our picnic date and to watch the stars," he added matter of factly. "but then I decided I'm going to do it when the moment feels perfect. None of that "trying to make the moment" shit. I'll know when it's right. Does that make sense?"

"In a weird way, yes. She's going to say yes," Stan assured him. "Do you have a ring yet?"

Kyle shook his head. "I still have a bit more to save up but if I keep up my budget, I'll have it in no time. I hope. I'm not even sure what kind to get her," he admitted.

"Maybe I can help you there," Stan muttered thoughtfully. Kyle raised a brow at this. "I have no idea what's going to happen to me and Craig once school is over," Stan added with a sigh.

"Have you talked about it?" Kyle asked.

"Somewhat…a little…no, not really," Stan concluded. "I've told him I'm applying to a few colleges in Denver but he's so gung-ho on getting into a film program out in California or New York. I'm not sure I could live in those states."

"Well, if you moved to California, we'd be able to hang out more," Kyle reminded him.

Stan chuckled. "Yeah, I just think I've got a good shot with the Colorado Buffaloes in Boulder. You know I talked to one of their recruits a few games back?"

"But what about your academics?" Kyle asked. "I believe you'll get the scholarship, but you should think of a major in case football doesn't work out."

"You sound like Craig," Stan mumbled dejectedly. "They've got good programs. I was looking at Computer Science or maybe Environmental Engineering."

"You've got to apply to where you want to go and let him do the same. If it's in a different state, maybe you try long distance. But I'd say decide now if it's something you're willing to put up with," Kyle solemnly advised.

Stan began to contemplate this when the doorbell rang. "I got it," he announced, jumping up from his seat.

For awhile, the two became lost in their routine of video games, jokes, and odd tasting pizza.

Stern reached over gripping Kyle's shoulder. "I'm really happy for you," he said honestly.

Stan was bent over, a long groan slipping from his parted lips followed by heavy pants, as he wrapped an arm around his body, clutching the fabric of his shirt. They had been at it for hours. Damien towered over him, his red eyes gleaming in the night. Compared to Stan, the Anti-Christ looked merely bored.

"You done?" Damien asked scoldingly.

Stan's eyes snapped up, glaring back. For a moment his blue eyes were taken over by a sea of red and Damien grinned. "Can't we take a break?" he nearly begged. There had to be some law against this.

Damien scoffed. He wanted to tell Stan off. Tell him he was wasting his time. Tell him how weak he was. Truthfully though, these little lessons got him out of the tedious jobs his father would assign him in Hell, so he endured.

He turned from Stan, making his way over to the case of beer Kenny had left behind before leaving for work. Unscrewing the cap, he took a swig of the lukewarm brew. He made a face of disgust and spat the beer out.

Stan took a sip of beer, showing no signs of displeasure.

"I need to ask for a favor," he said and Damien slowly cocked a brow. Was he serious?

"My best friend, Kyle-"

"The redhead?" Damien asked with note of delight.

Stan frowned but nodded. "Yeah, he's going to ask his girlfriend to marry him," Stan said.

"Pity," he breathed. Stan winced but continued.

"I want to get him the perfect ring," Stan informed him and Damien now looked thoroughly confused. "Can you find something in Jewish Hell for him?"

Trying to shake the look of bewilderment off his face, Damien's eyes narrowed at the man in front of him, as he observed the eagerness present on his flushed face. Realizing he was serious, Damien slowly nodded.

"Yes, Jewish Hell. It's right next to cat heaven," he mused mockingly but Stan smiled gratefully.

"Thanks. I really appreciate it," Stan said gratefully. "Hey look, Kenny's home."

He was heading in their direction. His navy blue work jumpsuit riddled with new grease stains and smudges of dirt on his face. His blonde hair was disheveled more than usual, but he still maintained the air of a man happy with life.

"Hey guys," he happily greeted and not so discreetly gave Damien's ass a squeeze. Red eyes flashed dangerously at the blonde.

"I'm glad you're here," Damien proclaimed, taking a step away.

"Oh really?" Kenny said in sultry voice, wiggling his brows at the Anti-Christ. Stan shifted uncomfortably.

"Yes, I want to practice seductio mentis et corporis," Damien said, glancing over at Stan.

"Don't call me names," Stan snapped aggressively. "I'm trying my best here."

Damien clicked his tongue. "It's the art of seduction," he enlightened them. "Having complete control over someone's lust and desire."

"I already have a boyfriend," Stan carefully reminded, but the other demon ignored him. Gesturing for Kenny to come over, the blonde happily bounced to Damien's side.

"Since Greg couldn't make it tonight, Kenny will be standing in. You'll be practicing with him," Damien clarified and Kenny dramatically winked. "Let's begin."

It didn't take long for the junkyard to echo with sounds of giggling, wanton moans, and enthusiastic declarations without a single touch. Despite the discomfort it gave him, Stan was looking forward to seeing Greg. Craig.

A/N: Dude! Dude?

Even with a Kenny/Damien pairing, I can't help but give a nod to Dyle.

Sorry for the delay. I've just started a new job and I am being transferred out of state for it. Busy. Busy.