**Okay, so this chapter contains sexual content. Actually Stan attempts to rape Kenny, but he doesn't exactly get to that point. If you think you can't handle this, you may skip this chapter and continue on with the next one. Just take notice that Craig finds Kenny and saves him**

Kenny

After kissing Craig, he got the sudden urge to go the bathroom. Excusing himself from the dance floor and giving Craig one last lingering kiss, he headed towards the restroom, but on his way, he was intercepted. Kenny looked up and stared into Stan's cold dark blue eyes; they were twinkling mischievously. Small dots of light from the dance floor could be seen sparkling in then. The dark, haughty ravenette stood there obviously blocking his way to the restroom, knowingly attempting to frighten Kenny, who gulped noisily and chanced speaking civilly to the older teen.

"Uh. Hello, Stan."

"Don't talk. I like you better when you're silent," the taller teenager spoke harshly, smirking.

An unknown fear began to grip his insides when he spotted that devilish smile. He took a step back, attempting to escape, but Stan caught on pretty quick and grabbed his wrist, pulling him back and up against him. He fell against the tough chest. almost gagging on a mouthful of Stan's hearty cologne. His face was pressed against the hard material of Stan's suit jacket; the ravenette's corsage digging into the side of his cheek.

"Kenny, you've been such a dirty nasty boy," Stan taunted as he hugged him closer, petting his head and running his thick fingers through Kenny's soft hair..

"What do you mean?" he gasped.

"Bringing Kyle as your date? Kissing Craig like a desperate lover? You're such a slut, Kenny. A dirty, nasty, naughty slut. Do you like being known as a whore?" The ravenette whispered, his fingers squeezing Kenny's head a slight fraction of a second before releasing the strong hold for a more safe stroking. "Do you not understand, Kenny? You're mine."

Kenny gasped as he took in the other teen's intense words.

Struggling against the other's hold, he tried once again to get away, but all it did was cause Stan to tighten his grip on him.

"Let me go. I don't want this."

"But you wanted it all those times before. What happened?" Stan said, his mouth right next to his ear, sending tingles down his spine. And not the good kind.

"Only because you made me, Stan. I thought you didn't like me anymore. You said so yourself that I was boring and uninteresting," Kenny protested; his voice muffled by Stan's jacket. He closed his eyes, vaguely making out the deep thudding of Stan's heartbeat. It was thick and heavy. He could hardly believe somebody so monstrous could have such a mesmerizing and beautiful heart.

"I was wrong, baby So wrong. Seeing you walk through those double doors with that Ginger did things to me. I-I can't explain it. It made me want you again," Stan breathed in his ear. Uncontrollable shivers ran down his spine, causing him to shake uncontrollably in the other's arms.

"But I don't want you."

"Yes, you do!" The ravenette growled, resisting to realize the truth. He shoved him against the wall and pinned him down with his unimaginable weight. Squirming, he tried to push him off and away, but it was of no use. Stan was bigger than him.

The wall was hard concrete, which in his current position, rubbed against him uncomfortably. Stan pressed into him forcefully as he brought his mouth to Kenny's neck. He quickly disposed of his suit jacket and began unbuttoning the shirt underneath. About halfway through, he gave up, and just pushed the rest of the garment away to reveal soft pale skin. The ravenette began sucking softly at the exposed patch of flesh, biting and nipping away.

Stan tasted his flesh between perfect straight white teeth, rolling his tongue over certain nerves. Kenny braced himself against the wall and tried to push him away, but failed miserably.

He was a victim to Stan's advances.

"Stan, please stop," he cried out, tears forming at the corners of his eyes.

Stan's only response was a moan, breathless and needy.

He could feel Stan's hot and heavy breath flowing in harsh waves against his earlobe and the erection that he was sporting from between his legs.

"I love seeing you so vulnerable, Kenny."

"Just leave me alone. That's all I want," he shouted.

He closed his eyes and wished with all his heart that Stan would just go away and leave him be.

"Kenny?" a curious voice, quiet and wondering, spoke to his left.

He turned his head to the source of the noise and noticed a slight silhouette in the darkness. Hope welled in his chest when he realized that the silhouette belonged to Craig, who was standing at the opening of the little hallway.

"I'm here, Craig!" he called, raising his voice so Craig could hear him. Oh, how he hoped Craig had heard him.