Kevins POV –

After I'd had my fun with Stan I released him from his bounds, a sweat and semen drench mess of man whore fell on his face, exhausted, somewhere in between living and dead. My parents didn't know of my secret double life, no. I was there little Kevin, there angel son who could do no wrong, therefore leaving Stan somewhere visible was not an option, nor was taking him to my room.

Slowly moving up the stairs I bounded into the kitchen, redressed and smiling sweetly at my mom who was doing after dinner dishes.

"Oh Kevin, my sweet boy there you are. I left you a plate in the oven." Mom sang out so sweetly.

Nodding innocently and sporting my angelic expression I embraced my mom in a hug, quickly releasing her. "Thanks mom I'll eat later if that's ok, Stan and I have a lot of work to do on this assignment, would it be ok if he stayed the night, I'll doubt we'll get any sleep." I requested.

A smile spread across my mom's face and I knew I'd have my way again, as I usually did.

"Of course, just make sure you don't tire yourselves out… I could bring some coffee or cocoa later if you need." My mother offered graciously.

Shaking my head politely I grinned. "We'll be fine mom, no time for the pleasures in life." I lied knowing full well I would be indulging myself again before day break.

With one more quick embrace I turned and traipsed out of the kitchen back toward the basement, my target had been identified and although not an enemy I knew I had to destroy him.

Standing on the top step I turned and locked the door, taking the key knowing Stan would possibly try to escape this next step of my twisted plan. Sliding the key in my pocket, I took the steps slowly, one at a time, moving slowly allowing my mind to wander. I was going to enjoy this, I knew I would, although my kinks weren't everyones cup of tea and although Stan had moaned like a Vietnamese whore over the light sabre incident I had a feeling I'd soon be hearing screams.

Reaching the cold gray concrete I moved toward Stan, using all my strength I somehow lifted the muscular noirette up from his collapsed position. Laying him out on the wheely table in a ceremonious looking setup I couldn't help but admire his nude form. Such a specimen… why would he submit himself to me. I am a sick dominant pervert, unless. Unless Stan didn't know what he had walked into and just blindly figured it'll be nothing but pleasurable for us both. Stupid hunk of meat, after the mind games I'd played with him, I expected he knew better. Yet, most jocks don't think and Stan Marsh was the star quarterback. Perhaps, Stan Marsh should've done his research before blindly following his lust.

Stans POV –

Icy chill caused me to awaken from my unsettled slumber. Taking a deep, sharp breath as I felt the goose pimples raise on my flesh and my nipples harden I looked up into a masked face wearing a butchers apron. Glancing around the room I tried to stand yet I was tied down to what could only be described as a hospital table.

"What the fuck?!" I snarled anxious and admittedly frightened.

A familiar chuckle sounded and I settled, well all except for my violated asshole settled.

"Kev?" I quizzed as the figured lifted his mask and smiled down upon me, those deep, dark eyes glistening with morbid glee.

"Tis I, who else were you expecting?" Kevin asked cheekily, from the confines of the shadows, barely visible since removing his mask.

"I don't know, what's happening, I should be home." I rambled, as my brain raced. What had I gotten myself into? No one knew I was here and since Kevins return home, I barely knew the man he'd become.

A light scraping noise filled the surroundings as Kevin emerged from the shadows. In his hands he clutched a large blade.

Leaning over my Kevin slid the knife gently over my flesh causing me to shudder with anticipation of what was coming. Was I about to be murdered by my lover?

Chuckling cutely Kevin pounced up straddling me, clutching the knife in both hands. Clenching my eyes shut I refused to watch. I sensed I was going to die.

Kevin leant down pressing his soft lips to mine, he soon pulled away and I felt the sharp point of the knife pressed against my flesh as a small pool of blood began to form and dripped down my chest.

"I can feel your heart racing Stan." Kevin announced, the blade still pressed against my peck and his other hand busy as Kevin brushed his fingers down my chest and over my abs.

"Why are you concerned?" Kevin added.

Swallowing hard I drew in a half breath. "I don't know you that well dude, I now know what and who you are, an unstable mind might be inclined to murder someone for holding such knowledge." I explained as I slowly peered out one eye.

Kevin nodded, his facial expression soft and loving. Leaning down Kevin placed a kiss upon my chest, the line of blood he'd drawn staining his lips as his other hand gripped my member.

"An unstable mind you say Stan…. Perhaps that explains me, perhaps it doesn't. You know before I left as a younger man, I admired you. From afar, yet I still admired you. Call it obsession, but I never thought I'd be able to touch you, hold you, smell you. So when I came back and gained your attention I was content." Kevin explained.

I eagerly nodded. This was looking less grim the more I listened.

"I think I love you Stan, so I'm sorry I fucked with you and hurt you earlier…" Kevin continued, pausing to let out a small laugh. "Actually I'm really not sorry for that, I don't know why I said that. I'm an impulse kind of guy, anything I thing of to get me and you off in the moment I'm going to do, no matter the consequences or location….. so what I'm trying to say Stan and I'll make a long story short is, I think infatuation has turned to love with you. I'd kill for you, I swear. I'd do anything to make you happy, as long as it also pleases me and the last thing….." Kevin ranted before lifting he knifes up and stabbing it brutally into the table beside my head.

"If you ever cheat on me or leave me I'll fucking kill you." Kevin growled before sliding off from on top of me and undoing the ropes holding me down.

Sitting up I rubbed my sore wrists, being restrained was never a good feeling. Kevin threw me some clothes and ordered me to dress. He laid on the sofa and petted the area next to him.

"Running is futile Stan, the door is locked. Now I want to snuggle." Kevin explained.

Coyly I approached and laid down next to Kevin, face to face, we held each other tight as he drifted off into a relaxed sleep.

Kevin was insane, I now knew that. Yet, I didn't wish to run. Kevin Stoley was my sweet yandere and I didn't want to leave him because, I guess we were both damaged.