A/N: Sorry for the wait, Dyle kind of stole me away T-T That and this is a re-write of the chapter that I wrote not a week after I last updated this story. I'm so picky.

Enjoy~

Kenny's eyes flickered down nervously to the redhead toting him through town like a man on a mission, lips curled in and teeth wearing down on them anxiously. He hadn't said a word since grabbing the blonde and storming away from the bar, subtle, furious tremors wracking through his slim form. "Ky?" Kenny tried for probably the fiftieth time. "Kyle, please say something."

Green eyes remained focused on their goal, merely tightening his fingers around Kenny's now throbbing wrist and picking up the pace as they approached their apartment complex. Kenny's legs were pounding, inwardly cursing Craig and Christophe for pissing Kyle off and forcing him to walk the three miles home. But his aching feet gave him little more than an annoyance compared to the worry watching his boyfriend in such a tizzy. In all their years together, Ken had very rarely witnessed Kyle set in complete silence. More often than not he would get an earful of whatever was ailing him. And compared to this somewhat terrifying quiet, he'd give his left nut if it'd get Kyle to just tell him what was wrong.

They finally made it up to their door and Kyle robotically reached into his pocket and snagged his key. He unlocked the door and pushed Kenny inside. The blonde stumbled and turned to watch as Kyle stepped inside, quietly closing the door and leaning back against it, staring at him with pitiable eyes. "Kyle, what's wrong?" he asked softly.

A deep breath escaped through the redhead's nose, his eyes falling to the ground guiltily. Doodle bounded to Kyle and rubbed against his legs and he sighed. He reached down and scooped the cat up, silently walking to their room and shooing him inside, shutting the door and looking back at the blonde once again. Kenny gulped, unnerved at the boy's quiet reserve when something was so obviously eating him alive. "Ky," he tried again. "Babe, if something's buggin' ya, you gotta tell me what. I can't do shit if you clam up, Dude."

"I don't want to talk," he finally said, biting his lip nervously. "I'm fucking sick of talking."

"Okay," he nodded slowly. "Then what do you want to do?"

Kyle slowly stepped up to him and took a deep breath, quickly wrapping his arms around his waist and huddling in closely to him. Kenny blinked in surprise before returning the embrace, kissing his head and resting his chin in his hair. "You sure you're oka-" he paused as he felt Kyle's teeth grating against his neck. "Ky?"

"Shut. Up," he muttered against his throat, taking a long, deep breath; letting himself sink into the familiar scent of Kenny that he'd been missing for so long. Ken's breath hitched at Kyle's warm lips tracing over his skin, beyond marveled at how sensitive he was as he felt his cock trying to stir to life already. Slender fingers traced up his stomach and chest, grabbing the collar of his jacket. He let out a silent gasp as Kyle yanked him down, their lips clashing against one another's and their tongues automatically falling into their old steps. Kenny's body recovered from its surprise finally and kicked itself into gear. His hands slid up Kyle's back, fingers wrapping in his wild curls and greedily pulling him in, teeth and tongue demanding all of his attention.

Kyle complied, letting out a long, shaky breath into his mouth and clenching tighter around the fabric in his hands. He roughly whirled the both of them around, pushing Kenny back towards the couch. The blonde let out a soft moan as the back of his knees hit the cushion and he fell back. Kyle kept their lips connected, tongues swirling around each other's with gusto. He slowly straddled over Kenny's lap, their hips pressing against each other. Kyle moaned as Kenny's hands drifted down his body, grabbing around his slender waist and holding him down as he slowly thrust up against him.

Kyle's hands trailed down and grasped the zipper of his coat, genially beginning to work it down Kenny's torso. The blonde could feel his hands shaking nervously and his mind snapped out of its hormonal frenzy, breaking from Kyle's lips and taking a deep breath. He hissed as his boyfriend's mouth redirected itself to his ear, nipping under the lobe and making him shudder. "Kyle," he breathed. "Ky...Ky, wait. Hold up."

Kyle froze, eyes widening into complete devastation as he pulled away from his skin, fingers still entwined in his jacket. "What...what's wrong?" he asked, voice meek and terrified.

He gave him a reassuring smile, raising his hand and brushing stray curls out of his face. "It's not what you're thinking, trust me. My dick is ready to go here. You however..."

"Me however what?" he questioned, trying to force his voice to steady out.

"You're shaking like a leaf, Babe," he stroked his thumb over his cheekbone. "What's going on?"

He looked away and cringed into himself slightly. "I said I don't want to talk about it," he muttered.

"Tough shit," he scoffed. "I'm not up to feeling like I'm goddamn forcing myself on you so I'd really appreciate knowing what's going on here."

Kyle slowly raised his eyes back up to meet those sympathetic blues and took a deep breath. "I'm a fucking commodity, Kenny," he said, voice cracking.

He raised his brow, "Whaddya mean?"

"Craig a-and Tophe...they were talking about me like...like I'm just a fucking toy and..." he trailed off, his shoulders slinking and his thumb stroking over the fabric of Kenny's coat. He sighed, leaning forward and resting his head on Kenny's shoulder, feeling his hand coming and rubbing his back lovingly. "I'm tired of being the proverbial bong, Dude."

He laughed a bit, "What?"

"People keep passing me around and taking a taste and everyone forgets who owns me in the first place so long as they're having a good time," he muttered.

Kenny smiled sadly, grasping his hips and leading him off of his lap, moving him to sit beside him curled under his arm. "Well Craig doesn't know it's you, Ky. And Tophe is going to meet the blunt side of my fist if he keeps hitting on you like that," he growled jealously.

"Kenny...what if Craig actually pays?" Kyle asked defeatedly. "What if Cartman fucking forces me out and I end up getting fucked by Tucker?"

"He can't afford you," he shook him lightly.

He blushed and rubbed his forehead tiredly. "That doesn't make me feel better. The rate this is going, Cartman's bound to offer fucking coupon nights for me."

Kenny sighed, twisting a curl around his finger. "What does that have to do with coming home and getting all up on my junk? Don't get me wrong, my dick is screaming bloody murder at me for stopping you, but what's wrong? Is it just spite of those two or what?"

Kyle backed up from his hand and narrowed his eyes. "Really? You really fucking think that I want to sleep with you just to spite those fucks? You do realize that I don't enjoy forcing myself into fucking people, right?"

"Well...I mean-"

"Shut up for a minute," he snapped. Kenny pressed his lips together and gulped, seeing an anger flashing through those green eyes that he'd learned to fear over the years. Kyle groaned, pushing off the couch and crossing his arms, pacing in front of the blonde and staring at the ground. "Jesus Christ, Kenny. I'm trying. I'm trying so fucking hard to get myself back to where we were but it's..." he ran a hand through his hair and sighed. "It's really hard. Not just for me and not just for you. I mean you haven't had anything and I sure as hell haven't had any satisfaction since this whole mess started..." he stopped his pacing, shifting his weight uncomfortably. "I don't even remember what it's like sleeping with you anymore," he admitted timidly. "I don't know how long it's even been..."

He cleared his throat and awkwardly scratched at his head. "Six months and four days?" he winced.

Kyle's face dropped further and he slammed his palms over it, shaking his head. "Jesus Christ...most couples do this when someone's pregnant. This is fucking ridiculous."

Kenny watched his crumbling disposition and took a deep breath, leaning forward and clasping his hands between his knees, trying still to will his dick down. Watching Kyle so broken was definitely getting him there quicker. "But why are you so shaky?" he asked softly. "I won't lie, I'm getting flashbacks of our first time as trembly as you are."

He dropped his hands and his entired posture slackened a bit. "I don't know," he admitted. "I guess...I guess it's kind of like our first time again in a way...at least for me," he winced.

"How so?"

He cleared his throat and crossed his arms awkwardly, refusing to look at him straight on. "Because I wasn't sure of what was going to happen then either," he said softly. "But back then I thought it was going to hurt or you were running the long gambit to get me into bed once before dumping me for some whore," he rolled his eyes.

"Gee. Thanks," he snorted.

He shrugged with a smile, "You had a bit of a reputation, Kenny."

"Two years of dedication not erasing that stain is just painful, you dickhead," he teased. "But what's so questionable now? And I swear if you say 'I'm afraid you'll leave me' I'll bend you over my goddamn lap, Broflovski."

He rolled his eyes, "You'd enjoy that, wouldn't you?" Kenny gave a cheeky grin and Kyle sighed, shaking his head. "A part of me thinks that, yeah, but...I don't know," he shrugged. "What I'm feeling is...really weird," he cringed.

Kenny cocked his head, "What's weird?"

He groaned, rubbing his temple tiredly. "Okay so you had the reputation for being a slut in high school, right?"

"Yessir," he saluted.

"Well now that's my fucking title. And do you remember what I told you when I turned you down for sex the first time?" he blushed.

The blonde looked up thoughtfully. "Something about how you'd feel stupid since you didn't know what you were doing?"

He nodded, "Yeah. And now it's like...I'm the one that has the fucking experience," he shuddered. "Unfortunately I've learned how to do new things and...and I don't want you to be there going 'oh well he's never done that before, I wonder which fucking customer taught him that'," he rolled his eyes again and sighed. "When we had sex the first time...I had a few of those thoughts about you. And...and I don't know..." he trailed off awkwardly.

Kenny couldn't help but chuckle. "Really? You really think I'd be offended with anything you do? Jesus Christ, Ky, come on."

"It's a legitimate concern!" he insisted.

He cocked an amused brow, "No. It ain't. Kyle, you could fucking come to me stark naked and do a fucking acrobatic routine and I wouldn't be thinking about anything but 'holy fuck Imma do that ass so hard'."

"Poetic," he said dryly, looking at his feet and taking a long breath. "I'm sorry, Kenny," he said softly. "I'm really trying though."

"I know you are," he nodded slowly. "Babe, take your time. I mean, the second you give me a full-blown go-ahead, I'm not gonna stop. But I can friggin' wait, okay?"

He gave him a small, sad smile. "That's not fair to you though."

He shrugged, leaning back with his hands behind his head. "It's fine, I promise. My hand is just getting its workout again."

Kyle's shoulders dropped and his lips pursed a bit. "I'm not ready...to go at it full force again," he said slowly. "But...I'm never going to get there unless I try."

"And you did," he said casually. "I call that a step."

"No," he said firmly, straightening himself out. "No it's not..." he walked over in front of him and leaned down, gently taking his lips.

Kenny blinked before returning the kiss, cupping Kyle's chin. He quirked his brow at the feeling of fingers trailing over his pantline, his jeans beginning to become undone. He broke off and sighed, trying to fight his dick down again. "Kyle, you don't have to-"

"Shut up," he repeated, kissing his cheek and neck. "Let me do this." He managed to fish Kenny's cock out of his boxers and the blonde shuddered at the familiar fingers lightly playing with his skin, feeling himself twitch in his waiting palm. He shakily nodded, breath hitching as Kyle planted a final kiss on his lips and slid down onto his knees on the carpet between his legs.

The redhead licked his lips at the sight of the dick in his hands, swallowing down any hint of hesitation trying to pull him back. He missed this way too much. He missed Kenny too much. He had to do something. He took a deep breath, raising up a bit and letting his tongue drag over the head of his cock, both amazed and racked with guilt at how hard Kenny already was. The familiar scent of lust and flesh slammed into him and he nearly moaned, stomach experiencing reminiscent flutters of excitement. He played his tongue along the rod, slowly teasing and coating, stealing glances at Kenny as he did so.

Kenny was beside himself, toes already curled, each hot pass of wetness striking through him with vigor. He missed this way too much for his own good. He bit his lip, his head leaning back and a long, shaky breath escaping his throat. Kyle gulped, raising up higher and wrapping his mouth around the hot skin, feeling Kenny's thighs twitching beneath his elbows. He slowly began bobbing his head, fighting the niggling worries away and focusing his attention where it needed to be.

"Fuck," Kenny breathed out, lips parted as a hand automatically went and found Kyle's hair, sliding his fingers through the lush curls. Kyle couldn't help but smile to himself at the routine taking place once more, Kenny's fingers gripping at his hair with each hollowing of his cheeks. He gave him a small moan around his cock and the blonde groaned, hips twitching up impatiently. "Kyle, Jesus Christ," he licked his lips, looking down to find lusty green eyes staring back at him. Kyle shuddered at his half-lidded stare, his boyfriend seeming completely trapped in a trance as he watched him taking him into his throat.

Kyle swallowed around the head, beating off small gags as he continued moving along, eyes never faltering from the blonde's intense stare. The taste over his tongue was a nostalgic delight, the recognizable shape and girth of Kenny sending his heart and loins into an absolute stir. Kenny's thumb traced over his temple as he began to pick up his speed only slightly, wanting this moment to last. "Fuck, you look so hot," Kenny said breathily. Kyle gave him another moan in response, realizing with a start how much he'd missed Kenny's encouraging words, his insistence at saying whatever he felt in the moment. It was certainly no deterrent from the task at hand.

The blonde watched Kyle's face with a hunger he didn't know if he could ever match again. Everything about him was glowing in his mind's eye, from the blush of his cheeks to the swampy haze over his usually vibrant irises. Kyle's tongue fluidly circled around him as his throat continued its work, making Kenny melt into the puddle that only he could produce. "Mmm you really missed my cock, didn't you?" he smirked as Kyle's confidence spiked, brave enough to nestle his face down into Kenny's stomach and let his throat do the work for him. He moaned wantonly, his own cock twitching in his jeans at Kenny's sultry tone. He pulled himself back up when his eyes began to water, wrapping a slim hand around his cock and slowly stroking over him, his lips and tongue redirected to the head as he tried to catch his breath. Kenny's hand stroked through his hair encouragingly, strangled moans breaking through the air.

"Yeah...fuck, Ky, just like that," he pleaded, head falling back once more and lashes fluttering in delirium. The old feelings emerging were enough to drive him mad, the light of their living room burning his eyes and only adding to the flood of sensitivity. Kyle's name began flowing out his lips in a hushed mantra, every ounce of attention focused on the redhead's mouth and hair. Kyle shivered with each repeat of his name, recalling the feeling once more of being Kenny's entire universe. The mere thought of such made him whimper and pick up his pace, feeling Kenny's body beginning to tense, his name coming out in harsher spits of adrenalized passion. His hips jerked up towards Kyle's mouth and he gritted his teeth, trying to stop them before a gentle, encouraging hand caught under his back, pressing him back forward. Kenny grinned, wrapping his fingers tighter in now-disarrayed curls and pulsing his cock up into the eager mouth.

Kyle blinked before letting his eyes slip shut, Kenny's cock slapping against the back of his throat as he focused on keeping his gag reflex under control. To him, this was beautiful, as though every event of the past six months had never happened. This was just the two of them going at it as they always did. This was just Kyle asking Kenny for a favor, knowing that a blowjob was the one thing that always made the blonde cave. Everything was normal for those few minutes. Everything was perfect.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Kenny gasped, chest tightened to the point where he thought he'd suffocate. "Kyle...Kyle, fuck I'm..." he trailed off, teeth scraping almost angrily against his lips. Kyle flickered his eyes back open, re-wrapping his hand around the skin and pumping fiercely, licking over the slit and staring up at the blonde's face. Kenny took a brief look down, the sight before him too much to handle. "Fuck!" he shouted, hips arching off the couch incessantly. Kyle shut his eyes, feeling his reward splashing across his face, clinging to his skin like honey. He panted a few times, realizing with Kenny's release just how much breath he'd forgotten to utilize. He slowly opened one eye, the other too coated to risk. Kenny was panting, entire body quivering madly as though he were freezing to death. The fingers finally fell from his hair and the blonde looked down, mouth agape and eyes hazy with lust and satisfaction that made Kyle's toes curl excitedly.

Kenny grinned lopsidedly, thumb coming across Kyle's cheek and running through a streak of cum trailing down. Kyle darted his tongue out, swiping a taste that edged close enough to his lips and Kenny shuddered at the sight, dancing on clouds at this point. He leaned forward, tipping Kyle's chin up and crushing their lips together, the taste of his seed swirling between their tongues. He pulled back and laughed softly. "You little minx," he teased. "You remembered how much I love to make a mess of that pretty face of yours."

Kyle rolled his eyes. "Call me pretty again and I use my teeth next time." Kenny pouted before breaking into laughter and nodding, kissing his forehead.

"Fuck that was amazing," he sighed happily, letting go of his face and leaning back against the couch, staring at the ceiling with stars dancing through his eyes. Kyle couldn't help but smile shyly, silently getting to his feet and making way towards their bathroom. Kenny watched after him for a bit before settling back at straight above him as he tucked himself back into his jeans, heart beating wildly and a resurgence of so many feelings coming to fruition. He glanced over as Kyle walked back out, scrubbing his face with a washrag. The redhead shook himself a bit, curls bouncing around his face as they caught stares. Kenny smirked, curling his finger and feeling himself getting worked up again already as Kyle automatically came to him and settled down against his side. Kyle lied his head down on the blonde's shoulder, Kenny's arm sneaking around his waist. "You're amazing." he finally said.

Kyle smirked to himself, "That was amazing-worthy, huh?"

"The ninth wonder of the world, holy shit," he grinned, running his hand up and down Kyle's side.

He leaned back up a bit and quirked his brow. "You mean eighth."

"Nah," he shook his head. "It was so good nothing can come close to it, it skipped straight ahead." Kyle snorted, leaning back against him tiredly.

"Guess it's nice to know I haven't completely forgotten what you like," he murmured shyly.

Kenny planted a kiss on his head. "Well it's your mouth I like so you couldn't go wrong very easily."

He swatted back at him lazily, "You corny motherfucker."

He shrugged sheepishly and jostled him a bit. "So, how do you feel?"

Kyle paused, opening his eyes again to stare at the coffee table. "I...I don't know," he admitted. "I feel...better but worse all the same...I can't decide what side to stick with."

"Hm," Kenny pursed his lips in thought. "Maybe it's because you didn't get anything out of it?"

Kyle shrugged. "I dunno. I'm really not up to...ya know..." he trailed off embarrassedly. Kenny stared at him for a few moments before breaking into a grin, turning and grabbing the redhead and tossing him down on the couch. "Ken, I really-" he tried to protest before Kenny's hand covered his mouth.

"Here's what's going to happen," he said lowly. "I'm not going to do anything with this," he brushed his hand over Kyle's crotch and the boy yelped from behind his palm, face beaming. "What I am going to do..." he paused, quickly making work to rip Kyle's jacket and shirt off his torso and throw them aside, coming in-between his spread legs. "Is give you somethin' else," he promised, cupping a hand behind his head, lifting his neck and kissing him deeply. Kyle shook nervously and Kenny bit his lip gently. "I'm not gonna do anything you don't want," he assured him, moving down and tracing his lips down Kyle's throat. He paused at the crook of his neck, sinking his teeth down and suckling that oh-so-sensitive spot that he knew got Kyle riled like no other. The redhead gasped, clutching his shoulders and leaning his head back, his mind in a complete tizzy.

Kenny's hand worked up his stomach and chest, finding his left nipple and slowly rolling it in his fingers. Kyle gulped, his cock slamming against his zipperline and Kenny moaning at the feeling of it pressed against his hip. Kyle's fingers dug down into Kenny's jacket, trying to hurriedly tear it off of him. Kenny grinned from his work on Kyle's skin, rolling his shoulders and letting him rip his jacket and shirt off in one go. Kyle's eyes focused on his broad shoulder, mindlessly licking his lips and scratching his fingers down the skin lightly as Kenny's teeth found their way onto his skin again. He moaned, sinking down into the cushions and letting Kenny's hands trace his body lovingly.

"Not so bad, is it?" Kenny breathed hotly into his ear, kissing under the lobe. Kyle just continued to quiver, unsure of just how to proceed from here. He opted to bury his face in Kenny's neck, letting his scent drown him. A husky laugh broke through Kenny's throat, strong hands wrapping up and grabbing Kyle's shoulder blades, hiking him up and nipping his alabaster flesh.

"Ken..." he whimpered.

"Atta boy," he chuckled, voice grating, "Let me take care of you." Kyle's eyelids fluttered, feeling over stimulated as his hands grasped under Kenny's arms, his nails scraping down his back. Kyle couldn't help the subtle jerking of his hips up against Kenny's, his body and mind in an all-out war. He opted to shut down, letting Kenny lead him through the motions as he had so many times in the past. He took a shuddery breath as Kenny's tongue slid over a pert, dusky nipple, his eyes slipping shut as Kenny took control and pushed him back onto his back. Calloused fingers ran over his waist and hips, leaving markings everywhere they went. Kyle's head leaned back, moaning softly at his boyfriend's gentle caresses and precise licks.

Kenny marked him down his stomach, leaving a particularly large hickey at the last bit of skin exposed on Kyle's hip. He leaned back up, seeing those green eyes glazed over in a mist of lust and uncertainty. He dove down, capturing his tempting lips once again, stroking his cheeks with his thumbs. Kyle's hands clasped around his forearms, his body arching on its own up against the blonde. He felt amazing. He felt terrified. He didn't know exactly where on the line he fell. All he knew for certain was that he felt Kenny, and that was all he needed.

"Gross." A monotonous voice broke through them. They both shot their heads over to see Cartman staring at them from the front door with a bored expression.

"The fuck are you doing here?!" Kenny snarled. "Get out!"

"How did you even get in here?!" Kyle added. "I locked the fucking door!"

He gestured his thumb to his side, "Stan has a key."

The noirette cleared his throat, poking his head around the doorframe and waving meekly. "Sorry...I-I told him not to..."

"GET. OUT." Kenny repeated. "Both of you get the fuck out of here NOW."

"Hm, no," Cartman grinned cheekily. "Kahl, you have a job to do."

The redhead blinked, "Ex-fucking-cuse me?!"

"You. Have. A. Job. To. Do," he enunciated. "You have a client in a half hour."

"Uh, you didn't fucking inform me of this!" he snarled.

Cartman smirked, "He had an appointment for Saturday and needed it moved to tonight, all right? So get up and get fucking dressed...though I guess technically you're already halfway in your work uniform," he snickered.

Kenny growled furiously, getting off of Kyle and stalking over to the brunette, staring him down with piercing eyes. "You don't fucking walk in here with no warning, Fatboy, you fucking understand me?"

Cartman cocked his brow superiorly. "Or what? You'll send him off to prison?" he jerked his head at the redhead who was sitting up looking beyond defeated.

Stan stepped into the room and glared at him with Kenny. "He's right. This is bullshit. You told me they knew you were coming, Fatass. No more impromptu 'appointments'. It's not fair to Kyle."

"He conforms to my schedule."

"No, I don't," Kyle countered angrily, standing and throwing his shirt back on, making his way over between Stan and Kenny and trying to square up to the glutton. "I'm the one who's risking everything here, Cartman. I think that asking for a few days fucking advanced notice isn't too much to fucking ask for!"

Eric rolled his eyes and let out an aggravated groan. "God, you fucking Jew Princess I swear."

"If someone fucking reschedules or whatever," he continued through grated teeth, "I want asked if the switch is okay. Do you fucking understand me?"

"And no more coming over unannounced," Kenny added with a sharp sneer, fighting to slam his clothes over his torso. "We need warning to prepare ourselves to deal with your ugly-ass mug, got it?"

Cartman rubbed his temple tiredly. "If you three are done throwing your little bitch fit, we need to get Kahl down into town."

"Agree to the conditions, Cartman," Stan demanded.

"Fine!" he threw his hands up exasperatedly. "Now shut the fuck up and get ready," he looked at Kyle firmly. "It's $1,100 per hour," he informed him before pausing and smirking.

"What?" Kyle blinked.

He reached into his pocket, grabbing a tissue and rubbing a section of Kyle's bangs through it. He held it down in display, Kyle's face erupting in color at the clear evidence of Kenny held in front of him. "Looks like you were practicing for work," he chuckled, tossing the tissue at his face.

"How long?" Kyle sighed irritably, refusing to look him in the eye.

"Two hours," he shrugged. "You're gonna drink with him at a bar downtown."

He frowned, "I've already drank today, Cartman. If I drink any more I'll be lucid."

Cartman stared at him and grinned deviously, "Knowing you, you're gonna be wishin' that you were." He chuckled at Kyle's bristling expression. "Hurry up, Jew," he turned on his heel and walked out the door as the remaining three stared after him.

"I'm really sorry, guys," Stan repeated. "I didn't even think that-"

"It's fine, Stan," Kenny held up his hand to stop him. "It's just fine..." he leaned down and kissed Kyle's head pointedly and Kyle sighed, looking up at him. He gave him a small, comforting smile, leaning against his chest and nuzzling down into the fabric of his jacket. Kenny couldn't help but give him the same one back, holding around his shoulders, knowing well enough that walking out that door with Cartman nearby meant he wouldn't be able to touch the boy. "You okay?" he whispered.

Kyle sighed, nodding against his chest tiredly. "I guess it doesn't really matter how I feel though, does it?" He leaned back, that lust still glinting in his eyes at the blonde. Kenny pecked his lips softly, pushing their foreheads against one another's. "I need to wash up more, I'll be out in a second," he said meekly, stealing another quick kiss before breaking off and heading to their bathroom.

Kenny watched after him while Stan followed his stare. "You two seem to be doing better?" he shrugged awkwardly.

Tired blue eyes clashed against his own and Kenny sighed. "Well we couldn't do much worse...He's a mess, Stan."

"I know," he nodded solemnly.

"No...No, you don't know..." he trailed off and sighed, running his fingers through his hair. "But...he's trying. He's trying and he's strong and he's gonna be okay," he tried to smile before it dropped again and he stared at the ground. The noirette bit his lip, wondering if he should blurt out what Christophe had asked him earlier, if he should let loose and let Kenny go on a quest to crush in the Frenchman's skull. But he couldn't. He couldn't bring himself to add anymore stress to the two of them.

They both looked up as Kyle walked back out, bangs wetted down and a new shirt thrown over his skinny frame. He sighed tiredly, "Let's get this over with," he muttered. He grabbed Kenny's hand and started leading him out the door, Stan in tow with a heavy heart.

'One day,' he thought. 'One day this will all go back to normal. Kenny and Kyle will be working normal jobs and be back to themselves, and Cartman will be in jail where he belongs...' he bit his lip and sighed once more. That one day couldn't come soon enough.

A/N: This was...really hard to write. Idk why. Blargh.

Okay so next time is gonna be maybe a little weird. Maybe even a little triggery to people I'm not sure. Lemme know in the reviews or through a PM or something, do you guys want me to warn you about particular kinks that will appear in chapters? I give warnings for rape and violence and stuff but people are so sensitive nowadays I feel obligated to offer the option for other stuff. Lemme know /shrug

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