Disclaimer: South Park in no way belongs to me. I really wish it did because I've been watching marathons for the last couple of days and I have sooo many ideas.

Hey you guys! I told you that I would have this up by Friday, and it's Friday! In a way, this is kinda surreal because I'm finishing my first story on this site, and I feel that this is a point where I could make a huge choice.

Should I continue writing or should I wait a while and then come back to it?

I'll probably continue writing, but, either way, I'm glad that I finally took the chance and wrote this story. And I'm glad that people seem to like it, if even just a little.

And speaking of people liking this story, I want to give a shout out to tad, who reviewed not once, but twice! You are a very awesome individual, and I'm glad you like this story! I've enjoyed the reviews from other people also: ProudSpud, symphknot, and a guest reviewer. I really appreciate the fact that you guys took the time to actually review, because I had over 70 people read it, but only a handful of reviews. I'm glad that you guys gave me input and let me know that you enjoyed it.

Also, on a completely unrelated note, I wrote this whole chapter while listening to the "Breathe Happy Febreeze" ad on loop. I feel I shouldn't be admitting that but whatever!

And now, we move on to the last chapter of Of Cigarettes and Desire!

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Chapter Four: Through the eyes of a blond

As soon as Kenny stepped foot in the building, he knew something was different.

Something was wrong.

No, not wrong.

Off.

Girls were whispering, giggling, squealing, all up and down the halls. Some guys looked shell-shocked, while others just looked disinterested. Through all of this, Kenny saw a lot of money changing hands, but he knew for a fact that the only bet open was. . .

No.

He couldn't have. . ., Kenny thought as he jogged to Kyle's locker.

But as he turned the corner, Kenny saw that he had and still was.

I'm a fuckin' genius.

Kenny obviously knew that he couldn't take all of the credit for what he saw at the end of the hall, but he could sure as hell take most of it.

Kyle was happily getting molested in the hallway, and who would be the molester but Kenny's badass, mercenary partner in crime?

Christophe had Kyle's leg hitched around his waist, grinding into the little redhead, who seemed to be getting overwhelmed. His arms was thrown around the brunette's shoulders, hands latched onto thick hair, pulling Christophe closer to him (like that was physically possible). He was moaning into Christophe's mouth and making these little moaning noises that made Kenny's mind a little hazy.

He may have thought that he'd loved Kyle at some point, but, after a (really hot) drunken make-out session, he'd found out that it was just an extremely powerful attraction he had for the young Jewish boy. However, watching him now, he found those old feelings rearing up again like Old Faithful.

I should have kept him for myself, Kenny mused as he witnessed Kyle's passion and enthusiasm. He then took that sentiment back after seeing the ferocity with which Christophe took everything that Kyle gave and more.

If it was just lust, or an obsession, then he wouldn't have lifted a finger to help. Well, unless Christophe threatened him 'cause, you know, it's Christophe. But Kenny could see that it was love, as real as love could get. He suspected that the reason the two were so close was because of the whole 'dying in his arms' thing, but whatever.

Christophe had longed for Kyle for so long that Kenny just had to step in; he may be a pervert, but he's also a hopeless romantic.

As he made his way to the two, Kenny found that he was lucky to have such a weird group of friends.

Well, Kyle's happy with Christophe, and he's away from that little bitch.

Maybe I can concentrate on myself now.

Wait.

What the hell happened with Kevin last night?

With this question in mind, Kenny braced himself as he prepared to tear the two lovers apart before Kyle broke one of his many perfect behavior records or some other shit.

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AN: Well, here we are at the end of this thing. It wasn't a long journey, but I hope it was worth it! Leave me a review and let me know how you liked it. Did you like the way I ended it? Do you like when I do Kenny's POV instead of one of the other's?

Also, if you have any suggestions about what I should write next, PM me or leave it in a review. I already have a long list of ideas, but I'm always trying to expand on South Park yaoi! Also, I write K2 and certain threesomes, so it's not just Kystophe (although I don't have any idea why anyone would have a problem with that lol)! I'm trying to get more in character with Cartman so I can maybe write some Kyman!

Anyway, I'll see you on the next one!