Disclaimer: I'm just tryna get de yaois to my fellow shippers...


Chapter two: It Happened at Eleven

It's Friday the 31st of October. Kenny was waiting outside of school for Butters. They're about to skip school and go to Token's house. "Damn Buttercup, what took ya so long?," Kenny question the light haired blonde.

"W-well, uh hamburgers Ken...I was scared," Butters has never skipped school and was a goody two shoes.

"It's ok I'm not mad...well, we should go," Kenny calmed him down. They decided to go and get their costumes together. Since it was Halloween the only shop still open in town was the Festival Town just around the corner.

"O-ok..," Butters nodded and they began their brisk walk. Kenny noticed Butters was shivering and decided to be kind and gentlemanly and lend him his jacket. "T-thanks, Ken," Butters blushed. He bit his lip in order to hide the tiny smile on his lips.


Upon making it to the store, both of the blondes were greeted by a female employee who wanted to dress Butters up really bad. "Please! Oh please! You would look absolutely adorbs if you put on this outfit I have in mind for you," she begged.

"O-ok..," the girl squealed two more girls came and whisked him away. Kenny chuckled to himself Butters always had a hard time saying no to girls. Kenny went through a few costumes. He was gonna be a stripper or a police officer. He started putting on a show for the female costumers. They were laughing at how ridiculous he looked in a mini skirt. Finally, he decided on a wolf man costume. It was just a tail, ears, and a plaid shirt (which he wasn't wearing anyway). It was cheap and simple something he needed.

"K-Ken!," Butters called from the other dressing room. Kenny stopped his little show and proceeded to Butters' dressing room which was a couple doors down. He knocked. "Come in!," Butters permitted.

"What's the ma-," Kenny was speechless as he opened the door to be greeted by Butters. No, not just regular old Butters. Butters in a dress. A fucking dress! "Um...uh..But-Butters ah...um...hah," Kenny began to babble. He was confused as to how he and Butters were of the same gender. He looked terrible in a dress. Butters looked...well, he looked like an actual girl.

"I'm NOT wearing this! Help me take it off!," Butters threw his little hissy fit. He was dressed up as Little Red Riding Hood. His bangs were long enough to braid to the side. He could pass as a chick. No wonder he was picked to be Marjorine in primary school. He was perfect. "Those girls are unbelievable they make me wear this and it's impossible to take off by yourself!," he fumed.

"Calm down Buttercup," Kenny chuckled. "You look good anyway," Butters blushed as he avoided Kenny's gaze.

"Oh you're the Big Bad Wolf..right?," Butters pointed out. Kenny hummed in response. "Oh what big ears you have!," He started to play with Kenny's wolf ears. Kenny smirked. Butters loved to act and sometimes he would just do it for fun. He won't give up the act until he felt like it. Bottom line is he wanted to play little red riding hood and change the subject.

"The better to hear your cute giggles, my dear," Kenny did in his best sweet grandma voice. Apparently it sucked ass. Butters began to giggle uncontrollably.

"What big hands you have grandma!," Butters exclaimed still half giggling. Kenny noticed how close they were getting.

"The better to hold you with, my dear!," this time he dropped the grandma voice and wrapped his arms around Butters. They usual got this close so it wasn't anything new Kenny was a touchy feely guy. He rested his cheek on Butters' extremely soft and warm head. Seriously his hair is like silk!

"Grandma, what clear blue eyes you have!," Butters kept the act going.

"The better to see you with, my dear," Kenny smiled warmly at Butters. Their bodies pressed closer and tighter together. Butters chest pressed to Kenny's more bare one. Butters was now looking up at the dirty blonde. As Kenny had coaxed Butters to keep eye contact.

"Grandma...what soft..looking...lips you have," Butters hesitated. His eyes dropped from Kenny's to look at said lips. They were plump and (according to every girl he has ever kissed) perfect. He hears Kenny is an excellent kisser. Their faces were extremely close together now. Both of them focusing on nothing but the softness of each other lips.

Butters had pink plump ones they were glistening due to him licking them moments before. Their faces now centimeters apart. The warm air from Butters mouth kept hitting Kenny's lower lip. They didn't say anything. They just kept concentrating on how nice it would be if they were to kiss now.

"Um sirs? Well, we are closing in five minutes," Butters sighed dramatically. That girl was a true Cock block. Kenny scrambled around and unzipped Buttters dress only to exit swiftly. Not before he winked to the female employee leading her onto some naughty thoughts. He would never actually do it to Butters. Just implying that he did was good enough though.

"Damn..," Kenny swore to himself he could not believe he was about to kiss sweet ol' innocent good friend since preschool. He really felt like a wolf. So why was the small fragile boy giving Kenny those eyes? Oh Kenny knew those eyes. Those were bed room eyes. If it was anyone else he wouldn't have given a damn and would've took them right then and there; if they showed him such eyes.

"So why didn't he?," you ask. Well, Kenny was a loser. Sure he had truck loads of friends and he was good looking but how long would that last? He wasn't the smartest. He worked hard but, he was still pretty poor. His family is fucked up. He is a pervert who will sleep with anything with a pulse. Why would any one want to be with him? Butters didn't deserve that.

Kenny sighed sadly. He waited at the front door for Butters. The little blonde came skipping up to him in his costume. He stuck with the little red riding hood idea but, wore pants, a red hood, and red sneakers instead. He looked as if nothing had just happened. Kenny decided to disregard the whole incident also.

"Lululu I got some apples! Lululu you got some too!," Kenny smiled at the childish song the boy always sang as a kid.

"Ready?," the dirty blonde asked. Butters nodded and they were on their way.


Upon making it to the richest house in South Park, both blondes noticed a pissed off Clyde on the front lawn.

"Are you mad your boyfriend didn't skip school with you?," Kenny teased.

"Fucking Craig had to stay so he could take that damn math test," Clyde fumed. He was like Craig's jealous girlfriend. And Tweek being all buddy buddy with his best friend did not sit well with him. At all.

"So you got dumped for Tweek huh?," Kenny patted the boy who was pretend crying. Clyde was good at that.

"Bebe! I need my Bebe!," Clyde cried out for his girlfriend.

"Anyway forget about this idiot," Token sighed as he walked up to Kenny. "Please tell me your brother is bringing the liquor?," Token pleaded, his eyebrows crunched up and his hands in a praying position. Kenny nodded. He didn't want to disappoint Token. He was like a suave Obama. You wanted Token to smile and pat your head and say you did good. It just made you feel like a million bucks.

An hour past and they had the party all set up. Decorations of pumpkins, bats, even fake fog spread through the house. Token's parents left for the weekend and won't be back until Tuesday so, it was time to do it big and party hard. Craig had shown up with an "A" minus on his test. Tweek seemed more proud than the noirette himself.

"Dude! Is it you?! Unholy fucking shit!," Kenny exclaimed in excitement. He ran over to Damien who was wearing all black as usual.

"Dammit Kenny! you're still alive?," Damien said in a tone of annoyance.

"You know him?," Butters questioned pointing toward the mean looking demon.

"Yeah he is like a brother to me!," Kenny smiled happily. "When I told you I went to hell and back so many times I have a special place in satan's house, I wasn't joking," the ecstatic blonde bellowed.

"Usually a normally person wouldn't compare satan to their father or eat at his dinner table, Kenneth," Damien scoffed.

"Aww...did you miss me? It's been ages!," Kenny slung an arm around the Antichrist. Earning a cold glare.


Kyle came stomping in. He was pissed about something. "I can't believe that jerk ditched me!," he rage and ranted to Pip, who just smiled and nodded. Stan has ditched him while he was taking Ike and his friends trick-or-treating to go have a drink. Can you imagine walking ten little bastards on a sugar high? Plus one of them was goth and kept wishing death upon everyone.

"What's wrong, Kyle?," Tweek walked up to them. His face was painted. He was a bunny. He had long floppy ears and adorable puffy tail. It suited him. It suited him too well.

"It seems Kyle is upset about being left behind by Stan...," Pip explained. Pip was an angel. He always was an angel for Halloween. He was very Christian so an angel seemed to be the best fit.

"Hiya fellas!," Butters cheerfully hugged all three of them. Kyle smiled. He found Butters' little red riding hood idea so precious. Kyle on the other hand was just a plain old pirate. His white puffy shirt hung pendulous to his shoulders and the bottom was stuck into his tight black pants. He was wearing tall black boots and had a fake sword and gun on his hip. He also had a black scarf on his foreheads that held back his red hair.

He wasn't sure of what Stan was going to be, he never said. The music was loud and too many people were talking so it was hard to follow the conversation. He looked around the room.

Clyde was a giant dick. No, literally. And Bebe was a vagina. Craig was a penguin (on Tweek's request). Token was a roman emperor. Stoley was Darth Vader. Nichole and Red were zombie cheerleaders. Kyle continued to search the room his eyes landed on Wendy who was a pumpkin however, Stan wasn't with her.

"Hey Wendy!," Kyle smiled at the black haired girl. She wore an orange puffy dress and a pumpkin hat.

"Hey Kyle!," she greeted back as she hugged him and kissed his cheek. "How are you, doll?," she giggled.

"Good. Have you seen Stan?," Kyle inquired. The girl just shrugged her shoulders and shook her head. She then turned to her friends to continue to laugh and talk.

"Oi! Faggy Jew boy!," just Kyle's luck. He was happy because Cartman left him alone for a week. Now of all days this fat fuck decided he wanted to piss Kyle off.

"What do ya want?," Kyle sighed. He had no energy to argue with Cartman today. The brunette was Hitler. Yes, Hitler. His idol who he decided was a great idea to dress up as this year. Kyle was disgusted.

"What the hell did you do to your stupid boyfriend? He has been crying to me all fucking day and it's fucking ridiculous! Next time you fight...just let him get the sand out of your vagina Kahl," Cartman ranted.

"What the fuck are you talking about?," Kyle snapped.

"Just go out on the balcony...," Cartman pushed him aside and walked over to Wendy. That's when Kyle noticed something. That's when Cartman kissed Wendy! Wait...hold the fuck up? Since when do Eric Cartman and Wendy Testaburger kiss? Didn't they hate each other? Isn't Wendy Stan's girlfriend? Kyle was confused. He wanted answers.

This kinda thing was too shocking. Wendy would often dump Stan for some other guy. They would argue everyday and then get back together. Yep, they're that idiot on again off again couple. However, Wendy wouldn't dump Stan for Cartman...would she? Kyle shook his head as he walked out on to the balcony right outside the guest bedroom. He saw the man he was looking all night for.

"So...this is were you've been all night...," Kyle leaned on the gate. Stan turned his head away from him. Kyle snapped. "What the fuck is wrong with you? You avoid me all last week! Today was the day we could hang out together and you ditch me! You fucking ditch me! I'm nice enough to come and listen to your stupid relationshit problems! And you have the gaul to ignore me like that?! Dude, not cool," Kyle scorned.

"Kyle...just go..," Stan mumbled. It was obvious now that he had been drinking. An all too well known habit that he did whenever life felt just shitty.

"What?! I thought we were friends! Super best ones at that! I can't believe you! I don't understand you anymore! Can't you just explain it to me properly?," Kyle argued, obviously hurt by Stan's words.

"Kyle you don't want to know what I think," Stan said this time loud enough for Kyle to here. "You will definitely hate me...," he had a deep tone of sadness in his voice. His face still facing the opposite way. He was tired of Kyle's bitching. It gets annoying.

"How do you know?," Kyle criticized. He stepped closer to Stan to try to get a peek at his face. Stan was always the one to cry. Kyle hated when he would cry. Especially over Wendy.

"I just do," Stan stated. His words sounded cold. Kyle frowned even harder. His arms crossed over his chest. His feet tapping rapidly.

"Stan we both know that's wrong...there's nothing you could do to make me hate you," Kyle reassured. He waited expecting an explanation. Stan was gonna have to try a but harder to get rid of his friend.

"Fine. You want to do it the hard way," Stan growled and pushed Kyle against the rail. His body pressed tightly against the other. Kyle had no choice but to grab onto Stan or he would fall. How they got into that position Kyle could only guess.

"What are you doing?!," Kyle exclaimed. He looked down and felt very high up. He clutched Stan's arm harder, his nails digging into Stan's skin. Stan didn't mind however, more like he liked it. A lot.

"I'm showing you my feelings Kyle...," Stan stared deep into Kyle's eyes making the red head blush deeply. "Your face matches your hair," Stan whispered. His face dangerously close to Kyle's. The alcohol fresh on his breath. Strangely it didn't smell really bad. It was a minty smell also as if Stan had just brushed his teeth.

"Sh-shut it!," Kyle pushed against Stan's broad shoulders. It was futile since Stan was much stronger. He restrained the kosher boy till he resisted no more. Only pants could be heard from him. "L-let...me...hah...go!," Kyle tried again before giving up. He cursed his week body. His blood pressure was rising so he needed to calm himself down.

"Kyle...you know...Wendy and I broke up a week ago?," Stan held Kyle up so he wouldn't collapse. Kyle shook his head. "Do you wanna know why?," this time Kyle didn't answer. "It's all your fault you know?," Stan confessed. Kyle went wide eyed. How was it his fault? What was Stan talking about? Before he could ask Stan placed his mouth on top of his.

"Muah!," he turned his head. "W-what!?," Kyle hesitated. His breath came out erratically. His eyes narrowed and his heart rate quickened.

"Shhh..," Stan hushed him. Placing his lips back to where they were. No matter how hard Kyle pushed him away or turn his head their lips never disconnected.

"Fwaah!," Kyle panted turning his mouth away to gasp for air. Stan took his chance to turn their simple kiss into a French one. It was wet, slippery, and warm. Kyle hated it. However, even though he hated it. Even though it was so wrong. Even though Stan was his friend or so called. He really liked it. "Ah! I can't breath!," Kyle pleaded with Stan to give him a break.

Stan just smirked at Kyle's completely red face. Even though the boy was just chanting "no" his emerald eyes were sparkling and chanting "yes". Stan left pepper kisses up and down Kyle's throat. When he hit sensitive areas he would lick them and suck as hard as he could. Eventually, leaving several hickeys on Kyle's neck.

"Ah! No! St-stop...Sta-!," Stan kissed Kyle again.

"People are starting to go outside they'll hear you if you're not quiet," he whispered close to Kyle's ear. Kyle shivered and shut his mouth. It was embarrassing. The leg in between his, the hand on his backside, and the lips on his body. It was all so lewd. He even knew the sounds he was making and the face he was wearing was so wanton. How was he to face Stan ever again?

Click.

The buckle to Kyle's pants opened. Shocked and thrown out of his thoughts, he realized Stan was on his knees holding Kyle's waist and unzipping his pants.

Zip. There was a shifting noise as Kyle's pants were sent around his ankles.

"Wait! No! I can't!," Kyle cried out. Stan wasn't listening though.

"You say no...but, look," Stan pointed out. "Your underwear is soaking...and it's hard," he smirked palming Kyle through his boxers.

"Ah! Wah! Hah!," Kyle bit his lip to stop the moans from growing louder. "Wait Stan! I'm gonna!," Kyle bent over grabbing Stan's hand. It was like electric waves were sent throughout his body and a silent cry fell from his lips. He slid down to the ground still panting.

"That was quick," Stan chuckled.

"ATe...you...alone..," Kyle mumbled. It was barely audible. He hugged himself and shivered.

"What's that?," Stan asked as he came to eye level with the red head.

"I said...I hate you!," Kyle yelled. Tears flowing down his face. "I can't believe this! I can't believe YOU! I never want to see you again!," Kyle stood up, pulled up his pants, and ran off. Stan just watched him run away. He almost wanted to laugh at the absurd image of Kyle running away holding his pants but, it was so painful he just wanted to cry. The words "I hate you" continuously rang throughout his head.

"Dammit," Stan swore to himself slamming his fist on the balcony floor.


People filled the backyard now and gathered around Damien. The young demon watch the clock as everyone counted down to eleven o'clock.

"FIVE!"

"FOUR!"

"THREE!"

"TWO!"

"ONE!"

Everyone cheered as red smoke exploded and revealed satan himself. Strange huh? Cheering for satan and all. Today was the dark lord's birthday by the way. satan showed up in a sexy nurse costume. His bulging muscle indeed looked strange in the dress design. Of course embarrassing his son.

"Damien!," he cheered happily his thunder like voice booming. "Oh and little Ken Ken," satan smiled at the blonde. Everyone either stared in awe or was partying too hard to realize the king of evil was there.

"Hello, father. Happy birthday. Are we done now?," Damien didn't give a shit either way. He didn't want to see his father right now and even though it was his birthday Damien wanted him gone.

"Aww Damien don't be so cruel to your pops!," Kenny slung an arm around Damien who instantly pinched his forearm. "Ya-ouch! Haha! Happy birthday Lord satan," Kenny said respectfully.

"Thanks KenKen! Your like the son I never had!," satan pouted and tried to make Damien mad. It didn't work Damien just couldn't give anymore fucks. "Hey say, Ken Ken you mind talking to me

Privately for a second?," satan stated it like it was a question but it was more like a command. Kenny nodded and they walked away privately.

"Listen...," satan started. He fidgeted like it was bad news that he didn't want to say. "..Damien was sent here to find a bride..," satan explained.

"A bride...really?," Kenny inquired.

"Yes, apparently the nice demon boys and girls I found for him weren't good enough...," satan continued. "He told me he would find the perfect one by his sixteenth birthday...which is the deadline..."

"Soo...you're telling me this...," Kenny purposely didn't finish.

"I want you to tell me who it is," satan demanded.

"O...kay but I have a pretty good idea of who it is already," Kenny smirked eyeing a pair of fake angel wings out the comer of his eye.

"Really? Oh goody! Who?," satan asked.

"Oh don't worry about it you'll find out soon enough," Kenny winked and walked away to disappear back into the party.


Author's Notes: thank you everyone for being patient! We had all school testing this week and I have to do an essay. Sooooooo soooorrrry for that loooong wait I'll upload faster in the future! This chapter is well...sucky...I'll

Make it better next time! I'm sorry!