Stan set his overnight bag down on the couch and sat down cross-legged next to it. Clyde and Cartman were already asleep, they both fell asleep a few hours prior, at ten that night, and Kenny was staying at Butters' until something was done about Cartman. Kyle was sitting with Stan on the couch, he looked over at the bag when he heard two pieces of what could've been hollow wood smack against each other.

"What was that noise?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

Stan opened the bag and pulled a wakizashi and a katana out. "Just these."

"Holy shit!" Kyle's eyes went wide. "Why do you have those with you?"

Stan shrugged. "I never stay anywhere without them nearby. Besides, I had a feeling I might be needing them when I came here."

"What gave you that feeling?" Kyle asked curiously. He realized that he actually found it kind of cool that Stan was carrying those around, it made him look a little more badass.

Stan set the katana against the front of the couch and laid the wakizashi across his lap, and shrugged. "No idea, I just did. Anyway, from what you told me earlier, it's safe to say that I made a good call by bringing these with me."

"…Well, it's not Clyde that you'll need to kill," Kyle said softly.

"Why not? Kyle, you told me that he raped you with that damned thing. Give me a reason why I shouldn't kill him," Stan said harshly yet softly.

Kyle raised his left hand and showed Stan the ring. "Because until I give him this back, he's still my fiancé."

"When are you planning on giving him back the ring?"

Kyle looked at his hands, now in his lap and said slowly, "It's not that easy. Even though he's become a douche recently, he's been there for me ever since we first started dating. This…relationship between me and you is the only time I've ever had doubts about wanting to be with him."

"…Kyle…" Stan laid one of his hands gently on top of Kyle's. "I love you, you know that. I only want you to be happy, but I can tell that being around him is making you suffer so much." He stopped so that they could look in each others' eyes. "Please, if not for me, then for yourself, leave him soon."

Kyle chuckled. "That was cheesy."

Stan put his hands on his hips in a playfully angry way. "Well that wasn't nice, I put a lot of thought into those heart-warming words."

"I'm sorry," Kyle said as he tried to hold back a smile. "Could I make it up to you in any way?"

"Well…maybe…" Stan swooped in close to Kyle's face. "If I got a kiss from the most beautiful person in South Park."

"Then you must not be talking about me," Kyle muttered as a small blush crossed his face.

"You know I am," Stan whispered just before he touched his lips to Kyle's gently.

Kyle returned the kiss with all the passion he could find in himself. He gripped onto Stan's shoulders and pulled their bodies closer together; the only thing separating them was the overnight bag. A minute later, he released Stan and leaned his side against the back of the couch. He really needed to control himself with Clyde in the other room. Even though he was asleep, he could wake up at any minute to go to the bathroom and if Stan and Kyle were making out or something, they'd be busted and everything would just…fall apart.

"Soon, okay?" Stan smiled as he dug around in his bag for a pair of night pants.

Kyle sighed but nodded. "Okay."

"So, who were you guys planning on having me kill?"

"Cartman," he said monotone.

Stan smirked and set aside the wakizashi as he jumped up, stripping off his clothes. "I should've figured that. After what I saw with Kenny and Butters, I can see why Cartman needs to die."

"Why are you half-naked?" Kyle asked with a raised eyebrow. He didn't mind it, hell, he loved looking at Stan's well-toned "jock body," but he wasn't entirely sure where this was going.

"I'm changing," Stan laughed as he slipped into a pair of Call of Duty night pants.

"Oh." Kyle felt silly for asking, but he couldn't honestly say he wasn't a little disappointed.

"You're too cute." Stan leaned down, resting one hand on the back of Kyle's head, and gave him a passionate kiss.

Kyle rested his hands on Stan's chest when he gently pushed him onto his back. Stan straddled Kyle's waist and snaked his tongue into the redhead's mouth. He didn't fight it, though he knew in the back of his mind that they were treading on dangerous waters with Clyde in the bedroom.

Their moaning brought Kyle back to reality, and he pushed Stan away from him, though all he was doing then was hovering over him. "What?" Stan asked, his eyes glazed over with lust.

"Stan, Clyde's in the other room, we just can't…" Even though he was saying that, it was obvious in his eyes that he wanted Stan right then and there. But he was right, they couldn't do anything with Clyde in the other room.

Stan sighed and sat back on his overnight bag, not caring that he was squishing it. "It'd be easier to resist if you weren't so goddamned adorable," he sighed.

Kyle chuckled. "Well, that's not my fault."

"Yeah it is," Stan teased.

"Fine then." Kyle crossed his arms over his chest and stood up off the couch to go into him and Clyde's room. "You can just be mean." His tone suggested that he was teasing Stan in return, but he really was tired.

"Aw…" Stan grabbed onto Kyle's waist as he was walking past him. "Stay out here with me. Sleep with me on the couch."

"Sorry Stan," Kyle said reluctantly, "but I have to go to bed with Clyde…as much as I don't want to."

"Then don't."

He chuckled again and pealed Stan's arms off of his waist. "If you'll just be patient, you'll have me in your arms forever."

Stan smiled widely and moved the overnight bag to rest next to his katana and wakizashi on the floor. "I think I can wait a little longer then, if it means to be with you forever."

Kyle smiled softly and then walked into him and Clyde's room. Once he was in the room, Stan grabbed the pillow and blanket from the other side of the couch that was set out for him, and went to sleep.

…

Bacon. That's all Stan could smell as he woke up the next morning. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at the clock, it was ten thirty in the morning. Didn't Clyde, Kyle, and Cartman have school today? Who was there then?

He sat up and saw Clyde sitting at the table smoking what was left of his cigarette, an empty plate in front of him, and Kyle at the stove in a frilly pink apron cooking. (Stan couldn't help but wonder if Kyle wore the apron to be cute or for shock value.) He scratched the back of his head and stretched as he stood up and walked over to the table to sit with Clyde. "I thought you guys had school today."

Clyde shrugged. "We did, but neither of us really wanted to sit yet another immature performance from someone the principal hired to 'entertain' us."

"Then where's Cartman?"

"He wanted to talk to Kenny about what he saw yesterday." Clyde shrugged again. "Like we were going to stop him…?"

"Aren't you guys worried that he might try to kill Butters and Kenny?"

"A little bit," Kyle admitted, "but surely Cartman's not stupid enough to try anything in the high school. And we're going to meet Kenny and Butters after school lets out so we can hang out, we're making sure nothing's going to happen."

Stan nodded. "Alright." He smiled as Kyle set a plate with bacon, toast, and homemade pancakes down in front of him. "This looks great!"

Kyle smiled and grabbed a plate for himself, sitting down between Stan and Clyde. "Thanks. I was afraid I'd have to say that it tastes better than it looks."

Stan chuckled and took a bite. "Well, it definitely does taste great!" He looked at Clyde seriously. "You're lucky to have him, you know…?"

Clyde smirked and said, "I know. I'm luckiest person on Earth, wouldn't you agree Stan?"

Stan kept his face straight. "I would."

Before the conversation could erupt into an argument, Kyle quickly said, "Well, Stan, what I was telling you last night about killing Cartman. Could you possibly do that soon?"

A look of surprise crossed Stan's face; he didn't remember that. Though he did remember Kyle saying something about Clyde not being the one he needed to use his katana and wakizashi on. He nodded. "Yeah, I could. Any specific styles you guys prefer? Execution? Torture?"

"Execution style," Clyde said as he snuffed out his cigarette. "Cartman deserves no mercy."

"Then why not torture?" Kyle questioned.

"Well, even though he deserves no mercy, we need him dead quickly. Execution style is the best way to assure that. Scare him and then shoot him in the head."

Stan nodded. "I agree with that." He quickly finished the meal, finding every taste was amazing regardless of him swallowing it mostly whole. "I don't have any handguns with me though, just the swords. I'll have to go 'borrow' a berretta from my Uncle Jimbo."

"A berretta?" Clyde's eyes widened in surprise. "You already know what kind of handgun you want to use?"

"Yeah. It was my uncle's choice weapon hunting small animals when I was a kid, so I know it's a good one."

"You're not hunting a small animal though," Kyle said with an amused smile. "You're killing something the size of a freakin' moose."

Clyde and Stan laughed, knowing that Kyle was telling the truth. Cartman was big enough to be considered anything but a small animal. Regardless, Stan was still going to use the berretta on Cartman.

Once they had finished laughing, he stood up and left to go 'borrow' the handgun from his uncle. Along the way, he couldn't help but wonder if it was a smart idea to leave Kyle alone with Clyde.