Disclaimer: I do NOT own South Park. Although, if I did, it would be an anime, and all the boys would be couples, and they would be in high school. Thank you.
Okay, before I begin I would like to apologize for the long wait. I had no idea I got reviews for this so I didn't post anymore, but like I said, I wrote the whole thing already so, yeah. When I read the reviews, I was like, "You want more, well I'll give you more OHH!" From Gimme More. Which is a great song, but anyway, here is Chapter 3 of Addicted
Chapter 3: Penetration
Now that you're gone
I feel like myself again
Grieving the things I can't repair
And willing …
One year later.
Kyle has been working his hardest, his HARDEST to get over Stan. Like, he's been dating. A lot of dudes in South Park turned out to be gay and bi. But none of them were Kyle's type. None of them but Dylan. Yup, that Goth kid. He had black and red hair, blue eyes. And Kyle was attracted to him. He was attracted to his dark personality. His good looks. And … just everything. He liked him. He didn't love him. But they were together. Boyfriend, and boyfriend. But they were going to see how they're relationship would last. They were going to be put to the test. Because Stan was coming back to visit.
Stan Marsh is coming to town! Stan Marsh is coming to town! Sta-an Marsh is coming to town!
The boy's sat at Token's place. Clyde, Token, Craig, Kenny, and Kyle, that is. The realization that Stan's gone, left, kind of ended up being the topic of discussion, which pissed the Jew-boy off.
"Frankly, I don't give a fuck." Token said.
"You don't give a fuck?" Clyde questioned.
"He doesn't give a fuck." Craig repeated.
"Alright. He doesn't give a fuck." Clyde accepted.
No one really gave a fuck. Stan had left. He left them, all his friends and family. And as Token put it, People didn't give a fuck. The only one who cared was Kyle, and he hid that, very well. He acted like he didn't care, but deep inside, he did. A lot. You don't just fall in love, and then fall out of it. It takes a long fucking time.
But he was scared, and he let that show. He had told Stan that he loved him, not just loved him, but was IN love with him. There is a big difference in just saying, 'I love you.' And 'I am in love with you.' Big difference. You love your bro's, you love you mom, but you not in love with them. You love them. And Kyle had said IN love. Which was true. He was in love. And that was that.
"Well, I don't care either." Kenny added.
"Ha. You're not a good liar, Ken-doll." Craig said, winking.
Kenny pouted. "Shut up. You just read people to well."
"I sure do." Craig replied, winking and smirking.
"Ugh. Can we go to Taco Bell? Puh-Leese?" Clyde whined.
"Sure." Kyle said.
"One day, you're gonna get fat. Bebe is going to dump your ass, and no one is going to give a fuck." Token told Clyde. Who in return started to cry.
"Damn it Token." Kenny said.
Then they left for Taco Bell. Which of course (How Cliché this will be) was exactly where Stan and Wendy were. Wendy just had to have that awesome Baha Blast from Taco Bell, and Stan had to get some taco. So they are now stuck in line, behind the fattest dude they have ever seen, who is probably going to order the whole menu.
"Yay! Tacos!" Clyde's nasally voice cheered.
"Shut up." Craig dead-panned.
"You know, you guys are so-" Kyle stopped in mid-sentence when he saw Stan. Gosh, he wanted to jump on him. But retrained himself, he had a boyfriend. He wasn't going to ruin that for some straight guy.
"You alright?" Kenny asked. He had saw Stan and Wendy, and was glaring at the two oblivious people.
"Yeah, just fine."
"Yo! Testabitch! How you and your dick head there?" Craig asked, walking over to them.
Stan's jaw dropped when he was everyone. They all looked different. A year, and they all looked so … hot. Which was Stan the straight man's thoughts.
Especially Kyle, who's Jew-fro was tamed, and had a slight tan. He had gotten even more cuter, and taller. But he and Kenny were glaring at Stan, which made him uncomfortable. Even more so with the –even sexier when mad- Craig approaching them. Even Wendy was staring at all the boys. More so at Token, Kenny, and Craig.
"S-shut up you bastard." She managed to say.
"Yo fatty, there are people in line who won't get a heart attack from eating two tacos, so back it up." Craig said. The poor man backed away, and let the group of boys get in front of him. He retreated to the back of the line.
"Doesn't mean you can cut us." Wendy said.
"Shut up Testabitch." Token said, joining Craig in line.
"What? Did the metro sexuality trend come back?" Wendy asked, regarding the boys choice in clothing.
"Fuck you. It just happens to be that we all have better fashion sense then you. Bitch." Kyle said, cutting in front of them. Clyde and Kenny joined.
"Well, aren't you guys going to ask us how New York was?" Wendy asked.
"Uh- we don't give a fuck." Token dead-panned.
"Uh, well, hey guys." Stan tried.
They all looked at him. Craig just flipped him off. Token turned back around. Stan could've sworn he heard a growl escape Kenny. Clyde just waved. And Kyle said,
"Uh hey." Then turned back around. Stan sighed.
The line was pretty awkward. No one was speaking, and when it was, it was whispers.
"Immature much?" Wendy would say. Only to get an onslaught of 'Testabitch' or middle fingers.
X. x. X. x
They all had they're orders. And Wendy just had to be a bitch. And invite Craig and them to eat with them. They of course agreed. So now, Stan is watching a staring war between Kyle and Wendy ensue, while trying to keep Craig and Kenny's glare's from bothering him.
"So, how is Bebe?" Wendy asked.
"Fine." Clyde said, munching into his taco.
"How's Stripes?"
"Dead." Craig replied.
"Oh. So, Kenny, how is your life going?"
"Fine, modeling career pays the bills." Kenny responded, rolling his eyes.
"And Token, how are you?"
"And you care because?" Token replied.
"Well … um, never mind. You Kylie?" Wendy asked, a fake smile on her face.
"Well, Testabitch, I am doing just fine. My boyfriend and I are doing just fine as well. What about you two?"
"Woah! Wait! You have a boyfriend?" Stan yelled.
Kenny and Craig smirked.
"Yeah. Dylan." Kyle responded. Wendy just frowned at Stan's disappointment.
"Me and Stan are doing fine. We might just move to New York. Permanently. Just live there.".
The hurt was evident in his voice. PERMANENTLY! The words screamed in his head.
"E-even t-though? But why? S-Stan?" Kyle asked.
Stan just looked down. Not in front of Wendy. He couldn't do this in front of Wendy. Anywhere. But. Here.
"Lets talk outside." Stan said, grabbing Kyle's wrist. Then leading the boy outside of a Taco Bell.
"I told you …" Kyle began.
"You're in love with me." Stan finished. A blush appeared on Kyle's face as he shyly nodded.
"So, so much." Kyle said.
"Well, you are on lucky motherfucker. Cause I just happen to uh … l-love you too." Stan said, cautiously. "And … I wa-want to try this."
Kyle looked deep into Stan's blue eyes. He was ecstatic. But Kenny told him: "You told him you're in love with him.. We all know he loves you back. He's going to want a relationship. I'm not going to just let you go right back to him. Because, believe me, he still has feelings for that bitch Wendy. And she'll fight for Stan. But you're going to have to play hard to damn get, cause he left you. He left you, to go with that bitch, to New York. That damn bitch!" Those were his exact word. And maybe Kyle only remembers them, because he called Wendy a bitch a repeated number of times. But Kenny was right and Kyle knew this. So … Kyle decided he was going to play hard to get. He was mentally destroyed over this boy, and he just wants him back now.
Kyle crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes, "I just happen to have a loving boyfriend."
"I just happen to have a girlfriend." Stan snorted, pointing to Wendy, who was arguing with the boys.
"And, you left me. You just let Wendy drag you across the United States, of fucking America. And when you come back you automatically expect me to take your sorry ass back. No love, baby steps. If you want this … " Kyle paused, pointing at himself, "you're sweet ass is going to work for it." Then he turned on his heel, and went back inside.
Stan was left thinking, Damn, he is so sexy when he's playing hard to get.
Then Stan rejoined them, getting glances from Craig and Kenny.
"Oh my gosh, Wendy no one gives a fuck." Token dead-panned.
"Stan and I's house is very nice, it's right outside of NYU!" Wendy yelled.
"Shut the fuck up." Craig said, flipping her off, "Are you guys ready to go?" He asked his friends.
"Yeah." Clyde said. Then they all got up and left.
On the way back to Token's place, Kyle told Kenny the whole story of what happened outside, who told Craig, who told Token, who told Clyde. So now, everyone is babbling about what they would've done, what he could've done, and what he should've done.
"GAH! Shut up!" Kyle finally yelled.
Everyone became quiet. Then they finally pulled up to Token's Crib –as he would call it. They pilled inside and went straight for Token's basement. Which by the way, he had totally pimped out, turning it into a dudes dream house.
"So, are you planning on taking him back?" Token asked, interest in his voice.
"Well … I plan on playing hard to get." Kyle replied slyly.
"And what about Dylan? Are you just going to leave him?" Clyde asked as he popped open a bag of chips.
"Yeah. Are you? He told me that the relationship was sexless. And he was like horny." Craig dead-panned. "Not that I care." He hastily added.
"Pssh- Whatever. I'm just not going to give it up. We've only been in a relationship for three months." Kyle replied, grabbing an apple.
"I would've given it up … not that I'm gay." Craig said.
"And that is the exact reason your relationships don't last." Kyle dead-panned.
The hurt was evident in Craig's eyes, although the rest of his face was emotionless. But the all knew he was hurt. Especially when he didn't even flick Kyle off. He just walked away.
"Damn it. Look what you've done. You made Craig upset. Fucking Craig." Token said.
Kyle replied with a simple sorry. Although he didn't mean it. Craig's relationships never lasted. It was always after he gave it up, the relationship was over. So Kyle felt like he was telling it how it is.
"Damn, harsh." Kenny whispered. He went over to Craig and started trying to make him feel better, which would just make him even madder.
"Well … there goes our fun time." Token sighed.
Just then, Kyle's phone went off. He looked at the caller ID 'Dylan.' A smile overcame his face.
"Hello?" He answered.
"Hey, uh … Marsh is over here." Dylan told Kyle.
Kyle stared ahead, like there was something interesting, not responding to what his boyfriend had just told him.
"W-what?" He finally managed to stutter out.
"Marsh is here." Dylan repeated.
"I-I'll be rig-right over." Kyle then ran for the door. Then he realized that it was indeed Craig's car that had drove them here. So he begged Kenny and Craig to drive him there. They reluctantly agreed and drove Kyle over.
Kyle buzzed in to his dorm, then ran up the flight of stairs, two at a time of course. Then he barged into the dorm room. Finding his boyfriend and Stan having a stare down.
"Hey guys." Kyle panted.
"Hey. What is he doing here?" Dylan asked, flipping his fringe.
"What are you doing here?" Kyle asked Stan.
"Well, I wanted to talk to you. You are my super best friend." Kyle cringed at Stan's word choice. He didn't want to be his super best friend. He wanted to be his boyfriend.
And what was Stan doing? Dylan knew the situation. Hell, the whole town of South Park knew the situation. In fact, everyone had thought that Stan and Kyle were going to get together, even Eric thought so. So when Stan left, everyone was quite surprised. But no one really … gave a fuck.
"Stan, maybe you should leave. I myself need to talk to Kyle, my boyfriend." Dylan snarled through gritted teeth.
Stan didn't protest, he just mouthed for Kyle to call him.
That left Kyle and Dylan standing there.
Kyle himself had a word or two to say to Dylan about telling Craig about their sex life. But before he could open his mouth, Dylan was all over him.
"Mmm. Dylan." Kyle moaned. Dylan had attacked Kyle's mouth, and was sucking at his bottom lip. Kyle jumped up onto Dylan, wrapping his legs around Dylan's waist. Dylan plopped Kyle down on the couch.
Kyle looked at Dylan, who's eyes looked fogged with lust, and … something else. There was another glint in his eyes. Something that scarred the shit out of Kyle.
Dylan crawled on top of Kyle, straddling the smaller boy.
That night, Dylan had a little fun. At Kyle's expense of course.
No matter how many times Kyle screamed for Dylan to stop, he didn't. He just kept on going,
The worse part for Kyle, is when he penetrated him dry.
He screamed, he wondered how no one heard him. Parties? Probably.
"Ssh, babe, it'll be alright." Dylan cooed.
"Argh! S-stop! P-please! Ahh!" Kyle screamed. Dylan just thrust in harder and harder. "W-why are you d-doing this!" He would ask, but Dylan didn't answer. He pounded and pounded the poor fragile boy, until he reached his climax. No warning at all.
Then, he cuddled with Kyle. He tried to sooth the boy, but he kept on crying and crying. Until he fell asleep. Realizing, he had been raped.