A/N: Again, I would like to apologize for using their names so much! It'd just get so confusing, so, yeah! If I make mistakes, please tell me, or if there's a part that could be much better, you can tell me about that too! :) Oh! And the late update is because my internet was out for like, ever, and I was DYING without it. I'm such a noob! :D
Ok, to answer questions from abrainiac: Satan decided that he didn't want to let Kenny decide to say no. Kenny's soul belonged to Satan as soon as Satan decided Kenny was going to go through with the deal, no matter what. Stan's priorities have changed from his super best friend to Wendy. Kenny is bisexual himself, and found it rather odd Kyle has never had a girlfriend, neither has he talked about girls. Plus, Kenny noticed the little things that made him seem gay. I have a gay best friend, and he's VERY sassy :D It's hilarious.
Thank you abrainiac, Mitsukunimoon, and anon for reviewing! I love reviews :)
*Say goodbye to your soul and say hello to your vanity*
*Hollywood is your friend, and the undead are your family*
*We'll take you to the edge, and turn your regret into agony*
*And I'll never let you go, cuz I know you'll come back to me*
*I'm the reason you came here, I'm the American Tragedy*
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Kenny sighed, putting his hands behind his head. Who the fuck was he going to sacrifice for Satan? He groaned, rubbing his hands over his face, closing his eyes. A large crash coming from the house made him jump a little out of his nap. He looked out the window to see the night sky instead of daylight.
"You fucking bitch! That my last beer!" A scream and thump could be heard from the room across from his. Kenny jumped up to close and lock his door before his dad could barge in and get him too, but he was a little too late as a foot jammed his door.
"C'mere, shit-head!" The door was shoved as the drunken man pushed his way through. Kenny backed up to the wall, hoping his father wouldn't hurt him too bad this time. His dad followed quickly, smacking him across the face. Kenny's reflexes were to punch him back, square across the jaw.
"You little FUCKER!" Kenny's dad roared, punching Kenny back in the face. Stewart shoved him out of the bedroom door and down the stairs. Kenny cried out as he tumbled to the bottom. He quickly shot up and darted out the door before his father could get to him. He panted, running down the street.
He started slowing down once he was far enough and automatically went to Kyle's house, having no where else to go. Cartman would laugh in poor boy's face, and with Stan, it would be just too awkward. He tiredly climbed the nearest tree to Kyle's window and peered inside. Kyle's clock said it was 10:48 p.m, and Kyle was sitting on his bed, his nose in a book.
Kenny hesitated, but gently tapped on the window. Kyle's head snapped up and stared in surprise before crawling over to open the window for his visitor.
"Holy shit, Kenny? What the fuck happened to you?" Kyle whispered as he helped the bruised and bleeding boy unto his bed.
"My dad just got a little mad, that's all," Kenny mumbled, looking down.
"Kenny. You have a black eye and a looks to be blood coming from a gash on your head. Here, just let me clean you up, kay? I'll be right back," Kyle said before leaving the room. Kenny sighed and leaned against the wall, his feet hanging off the edge. God, Kyle was so awesome. Kenny's lips turned up a little bit.
"Ok," Kyle began, walking back in the room, closing his door. He wiped the blood from Kenny's face, cleaning his gash. He bandaged it and patted Kenny's cheek. "There you go."
"Thanks, Kyle," Kenny said gratefully, smiling up at said boy.
"Sure. Do you want to spend the night? You don't have to go back home if you don't want to, and I've got some clothes you could probably fit in.." Kyle suggested, not feeling safe with Kenny going back to his abusive drunkard of a father.
Kenny debated with himself. He didn't want to bother, but he really liked the idea of spending the night with Kyle.. "If you're absolutely sure I won't be a bother."
"Yeah! No, I promise you won't be a bother!" Kyle said with excitement slipping through his voice. Kenny smiled goofily and pounced on the Jew, hugging him tightly. Kyle giggled, and sqeezed him back, burrowing his head in Kenny's neck. Kenny could feel Kyle's small smile on his neck, making his own excitement rise. Literally. The blonde blushed and pulled away a little so Kyle wouldn't feel his slight hard on. Down boy! Kenny commanded, thinking of old wrinkly people. Flabby Cartman! Flabby Cartman! Whew. Kenny sighed, mentally, and smirked at Kyle.
"So, what book were you reading, ya little nerd," Kenny said teasingly.
"Reading isn't nerdy, Kenny. And I was reading our short story class assignment that's due sometime this week. Which you probably haven't started yet," Kyle smarted back, in a knowing little smirk.
"Wai-we had a reading assignment? It's the first day! That's not even fair. And I didn't even hear about this so called 'reading assignment,'" Kenny huffed.
Kyle laughed and rolled his eyes while leaning his head against his pillow. Kenny followed suit on the pillow next to him. "Of course you didn't. Bed time?" Kyle asked while reaching for the lamp to switch it off.
"Sure," Kenny shrugged, stretching and popping his joints. Kyle reached down and pulled the blankets over them, both settling in. "Hey, Kyle?"
"Mm?"
"I made a deal with the Devil."
"...Seriously?"
"Yeah, that's what I was gonna tell you earlier."
"Oh. Well, um. Good luck with..that, I guess."
"Well aren't you gonna tell me who you like?" Kenny questioned, turning on his side to face him.
"Uh, well..I don't think I should at this momen-"
"I won't tell. Promise!"
Kyle sighed, turning to face him as well, searching Kenny's sky blue eyes.
"I...I like you."
It took a few awkardly silent moments before the words fully sunk into Kenny's brain. He grinned. He grinned like a fuckin' madman.
"Seriously?" Kenny asked, sounding childishly excited. Kyle blushed madly, and simply nodded, a smile playing on his lips. "Awesome. Cause I like you too," Kenny said, his grin widening.
Kenny put both of his hands on the blushing boy's cheeks, leaning in to softly touch Kyle's lips with his own. Kyle's eyes fluttered close and put a hand on the back of Kenny's neck, slightly pulling him closer. Kenny slid his hands into Kyle's curls, pressing his lips harder, his tongue snaking out. Kyle granted Kenny acess to his mouth, shyly meeting tongues. A shiver ran down each boy's spines, their tongues intertwining. Kyle's body leaned in to Kenny's, who in return rubbed up against him. Kyle whimpered when Kenny pulled back to rest his forehead against the ginger's, panting. Kyle pouted playfully, causing Kenny to grin and peck him on the lips.
Kenny sighed happily and wrapped his arms around Kyle, letting him rest his head on his chest. Kyle snuggled against Kenny, slipping into sleep. The blond kissed his curls before falling into slumber himself.
Kenny woke to an alarm blaring obnoxiously throughout the room. His eyes adjusted to the little light coming in from the window and looked around dazed. He found Kyle's cheek pressed against his chest, his body curled around Kenny's. Kenny smiled fondly, playing with the red curls that belonged to his...boyfriend? Is Kyle technically his boyfriend now? Kenny looked down to see said boy was started to wake up. Kyle yawned, opening his eyes to see blue looking into his own emerald ones.
"Good morning," Kenny said, gently smiling down at him.
"Mm, morning," Kyle replied stretching daintily.
"Hey, Kyle?"
"Yeah?"
"Are you my boyfriend?"
"Uhm, I was kind of thinking so.." Kyle said, "Unless you don't want me to be..."
"No! No-I mean, yes, I want you to be my boyfriend. I just wasn't sure if this technically made us 'official' or whatever, or..you know what I mean.."
Kyle chuckled, leaning up to kiss Kenny before saying, "I know what you mean." Kenny smiled widely leaning over Kyle, kissing up his neck, making his way to his lips. As soon as their lips met, Shelia knocked on Kyle's door, telling him to wake up.
Kyle sighed, answering, "I'm awake, I'll be ready soon."
"Ok, Kyole, hurry, you don't want to be late!" Kyle rolled his eyes as Kenny snickered at him. The snickering got louder as the footsteps faded away.
"Don't be late Kyole! You need to be a smart little bubbelah," Kenny mocked, earning a slap upside his head. "Owwwwyyy, that huurrrrt," whined Kenny. "You also need to be a nice little bubbelah."
Kyle shoved the whining blond off of him to get up and to his dresser. He pulled out a t-shirt and a pair of jeans, handing them to Kenny. "Here, you can wear these." Kenny took the clothes and changed in them as Kyle changed. When Kenny finished putting his shirt over his head, he wrapped his arms around Kyle from behind, who had just taken his shirt off.
"I'm soowwwyyy Kyle. Forgive me? I was just playin.. I'll be good now, I promise!" Kenny said childishly, swaying them back and forth. Kenny kissed under his ear, lightly trailing his fingers over his smooth stomach. Kyle turned his face to kiss him, grabbing his hands and intertwining them together.
"Only if you promise," Kyle said, smirking.
Kenny grinned, kissing his nose. They sneaked past Kyle's mom so she wouldn't have to know Kenny climbed through the window and started for the bus stop. They walked peacefully, side by side, being the first ones there.
"Hey, um, Kenny? Do you, do you mind if we don't tell anyone yet? I want to tell Stan I'm gay myself before we tell him about us...My mom too. I think they'll be the, well, the worst.."
"Sure, Kyle. I understand. I've haven't even told my parents I'm bi. They hate the shit out of fags. Even though my dad thinks lesbians are hot..Which is hardly any different."
"Thanks Kenny," Kyle replied, smiling wide, leaning up to kiss Kenny. The semite reached up to rest his hand on Kenny's neck, just below his jaw, while the blond settled his own hands atop of Kyle's hips. Just as the kiss started to get passionate, they heard bickering coming up from behind. They pulled away and kept their hands to themselves as Stan and Cartman got closer.
"Stan, you should respect my ahthoritah!"
"Cartman, you're such a douche," Stan said, shaking his head. "Hey, Kyle. Kenny."
"Hey, Stan," Kyle replied, Kenny simply nodding in acknowledgement. The bus rumbled down the road and jerked to a stop in front of the boys. Cartman sat up front, and Stan moved to the back with Wendy, so Kenny and Kyle took an empty seat a few rows ahead of Stan and Wendy, so they didn't have to see them making out furiously. Kenny picked up Kyle's hand and started playing with it, then intertwining them together. Kyle looked over and smiled, squeezing his hand gently. Kenny smiled back brightly, scooting closer.
As the bus rolled to a stop, they both let go of their hands, Kyle tapping Stan's shoulder to notify him it was time for school, and walked torwards the school to their lockers and classes. The only difference for them during school was the knowing glances and small smiles Kyle and Kenny gave each other throughout the day. In the class before lunch, Kenny's stomach growled LOUDLY. Kenny blushed, looking up to see Kyle looking at him concerningly, Stan questioningly, and Cartman annoyed, making the hungry boy look back down at his desk. I guess I haven't eaten for a few days... Kenny thought absentmindedly. The four friends sat down at their usual table, again Kenny sitting by Kyle, making Stan sit by Cartman.
"Dude, when's the last time you ate something?" Kyle asked when they were all seated.
"Errr, I had some toast on...Saturday?" Kenny replied,
"Today's Wednesday! Here, have some of my lunch. And I'm not taking no for an answer," The red head answered stubbornly, pushing his tray closer to Kenny.
Kenny sighed in defeat and took half of Kyle's burger. He chewed slowly, savoring the taste. It was gone quickly, his stomach yearning for more. Kyle watched Kenny closely, deciding if he should share more. His desicion was made when Kyle handed Kenny the other half of his burger. Kenny shook his head at the offer, but the Jew insisted. The blonde sighed dramatically and ate the other half of the burger. Kyle smiled happily at him, and Kenny couldn't help but smile back.
"Fags," Cartman muttered, having been watching the whole thing.
"Cartman, shut the fuck up," Kenny snapped at him for ruining their nice little moment. "My mom isn't on porn sites."
"AY! At least my mom knows my name!" Cartman's retorted.
"Yeah, poopsiekins," Kyle snorted.
"You have no room to talk, Jew. Huh, boobie?" Cartman focused his beady brown eyes on the Semite.
"Fuck you."
"No thanks, I'm not a fag."
"Not like that, dumbass. And stop calling me a fucking fag," Kyle snapped at Cartman, his emerald eyes piercing the others'.
Cartman rolled his eyes, saying, "Well, you're not denying it! Now, are you?" He smirked triumphently. Kyle opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. He closed it, defeated. He sighed, annoyed, and stalked out of the cafeteria. Stan, watching the whole scene, was gaping like a fish, all wide eyed.
"What.. Kyle's gay?" Stan exclaimed. Kenny snorted, while Cartman burst out in laughter, tears coming to his eyes.
Kenny rolled his eyes, saying, "No shit. Am I the only one that noticed? He's like, never had a girlfriend. Anyways, I should probably tell you he's gay with me, huh?" Stan looked confused for a minute.
"Hm. Wow.. This, this is interesting," Stan replied calmly. "Uh, I guess, I should probably tell you if you hurt him, I'm gonna beat the shit out of you, friend or not. But you probably already knew that..Err...I kinda don't know what to say.." He trailed off.
Kenny nodded, standing. "Yeah, I guessed. But that won't be a problem," He replied before jogging out the doors to outside where Kyle stalked off to.
"Kyle? Kyyy-Hey! Kyle!" Kenny yelled before walking up to Kyle, who was leaning against the wall, his head in his hands. "Kyle, are you ok? Stan's ok with it. He didn't even mind that you're gay for me. Don't worry, dude. Stan's smart, he wouldn't judge you for something like that."
Kyle looked up, his cheeks wet from fallen tears. "Really?" Kyle asked, his facial expression changing from worry to hope. "God, I thought he would hate me.."
"Yeah, dude! He surprised, but he's fine. He told me he'd beat the shit out of me if I ever hurt you, so, I'm pretty sure he's cool with it," Kenny replied, bring his hands up to Kyle's face, wiping his eyes and cheeks.
Kyle smiled, leaning into the touch. Kenny responded by sliding his hands into vibrant curls, pulling him closer to kiss him. Kyle threaded his own fingers in the blond locks of his boyfriend, pressing up against him as their tongues writhed against each other's. Kenny pressed Kyle against the wall, feeling the other's mouth, saving it in his memory. Kyle pulled back a bit to breath and Kenny attacked his neck, licking and biting the open space. Kenny sucked right below his jaw, biting it gently every so often, rubbing up against Kyle as he tilted his head to give more room for Kenny to carry on. Kyle gasped as Kenny's fingers hooked into Kyle's jeans, yanking his lower half to grind against his. Both boys moaned as their growing erections ground against one another.
"School! School!" Kyle gasped hurridly, pushing Kenny away slightly. Kenny grinned, leaning his forehead against his shoulder, looking at his mark on Kyle. He chuckled, kissing the mark before pushing off the wall, commanding his boner to go down before they went inside. They linked hands and walked back in the cafeteria, ignoring the stares and murmuring, sitting back down at their table.
"I always knew you were a fag, Kahl," Cartman commented, watching his face closely. Kyle's face pinkened, annoyed.
"Takes one to know one," Kyle snapped, disinterested. Cartman's face grew beet red, sputtering.
"What ever, buttlicker! Fuck you, Kahl. Fuck, you." And with that Cartman stormed out of the cafeteria to the hallways. Confusion filled the table, awkwardly silent.
"...What the fuck?" Stan exclaimed. "Am I the only straight one at this table?"
"I...I don't know.." Kyle replied, furrowing his eyebrows.
"Kenny blinked, clearing his throat before saying, "Should we, should we go see if he's alright..?"
"Not right now," Kyle replied, shaking his head. "Now wouldn't be a good time for Cartman. You know how he is. When something's wrong, he wants to be left the fuck alone to respect his 'authoritah.'" They all sighed, getting up as the bell rang, headed toward their classes.
They started to get a little worrried when they didn't see Cartman on the bus. Kenny walked Kyle home, stopping at his door.
"Do you think he'll be alright?" Kyle asked, looking up into Kenny's eyes.
"I'm sure he'll be fine, Kyle. He's Cartman! Unless he's pissed and tries to kill us all with another different dimension monster.." Kenny trailed, smirking. Kyle rolled his eyes, and nodded. Kenny pulled him into a hug, burying his nose into the red locks. Kyle squeezed back, not wanting to let go. "I'll see you tomorrow," Kenny said, pulling back. Kyle resisted, not letting Kenny go. He chuckled and pulled his face back to kiss him. Kyle finally let Kenny go, a playful pout on his lips, making the blond smile at the so damn cute gesture.
Kenny reluctantly turned and started walking down the sidewalk, on his way to his own home. When he was halfway there, Kenny saw something shimmer in the snow. He crouched down to see what it was, and found a large kitchen knife, an engraving that said, 'Kill the first person you see -666.' Kenny's grip on the knife tightened, hearing footsteps coming toward him.
It was an elderly woman, a walking stick helping support herself. Kenny choked on his tears, falling to his knees. I can't kill her! He screamed inside of his head. He gasped as he heard Satan's voice distinctively in his head.
Do it now, or the contract will be broken.
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