A/N: Wow, that chapter was considerably different, don't you think? Really like this one. I've had it planned out forever. It's all about Stan in this one, really.

Oh! Special thanks to PP. Bunny and TheLadyinwhite17; you two are great. Please keep sending me your lovely reviews! 3

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Stan sat there, horrified at seeing Kenny forcibly rendered to sleep. "Oh my God…" he whispered. By now Cartman had been kicked out of Stan's house for fear he'd do something worse and try to poison Kenny, who had, by now, started to assume a peaceful expression, mouth open slightly, breathing slowed to a calm rate, and his eyes gently remaining shut.

"Dude, I'm sorry," Kyle apologized. "I couldn't stop him before he came in here,"

"It's okay," Stan said. "He only got one pill down, remember? Kenny's just asleep."

"Yeah," Kyle said, finding it odd that Stan was still holding Kenny. He decided to ignore it for now. Stan sighed. "What if he had killed Kenny?"

"He'd come back."

How could you say that?! Stan screamed in his mind. Of course he'd come back; but still, we couldn't let Cartman kill him! It's wrong!

Stan hated it when Kenny died. He'd always get in a strange mood, worrying and wondering and fearing for his own life, and the lives of his friends. He remembered the tense feeling all to well – in fact, he was feeling it now.

He, too, noticed that he was still gripping Kenny as if their lives depended on it, but he didn't want to let go. He felt that letting go would somehow sever the connection between them, the connection they had to their own lives. Foolish reasoning, but hey, most people would be gripped with fear at watching their friend almost be murdered.

Stan shook his head. I don't want to let go, he thought. If I let go, I'll die. Kenny will die. I want to feel his breaths on my hand, his warmth in my arms… I can't let go, I just can't!

Kenny shifted, moaning slightly in his now-relaxed sleep. He slipped out of Stan's arms and curled up on his lap, moving one hand close to his mouth and nibbling his thumb like an innocent little child. Stan laid one hand on Kenny's side, grinning to himself. He's really cute when he sleeps…

Then a sudden sensation came over him, one quite unlike any he'd felt before. The sensation started at his face, a warm, fuzzy feeling; then it spread downwards, tickling his shoulders and his chest. It kept going, down and down, spreading throughout his entire body.

What the Hell?

Kenny moved again, sighing, finger still in his mouth. His head was now gently being rubbed between Stan's stomach and crotch.

"Haha, looks kinda like Kenny doesn't know what he's doing!" Kyle said, giggling.

"O-of course he doesn't, Kyle!" Stan yelled, face heating up again rapidly. A blush was now apparent and could not be hidden.

"Hahahaha!" Kyle laughed. "You're a living pillow, Stan! Look how comfy he is!" He pointed, fits of laughter now causing him to be rolling on the ground.

"Shut up, dude!" Stan said. "You're gonna wake him up!"

"Not if he's that comfortable!" Kyle barely managed to make out.

Stan felt a new sensation come over him. Something in his lower region twitched. His pants felt a bit too tight around his groin. Now even more flushed, he gently put Kenny down, and, too panicked about his current feeling, ran into the washroom without a second thought.

Stan was in love with Kenny. And Kenny never knew what he did to Stan.

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A/N: Little shorter this time, but I love the result. I'm still looking for chapter suggestions, though I have a basic outline of what's going to happen soon. Please send me your ideas! Less than Three you all!

--Chiba