Simple and Clean

by rensrenegade

Chaos and kismet mixed and mingled to create an unavoidable outcome as the two almost innocent boys slept. The bitterness of fate, the oblivion of love, and the wish of destiny held tightly to the two bonds forever sealed. All that was meant to be was forgotten as all that is and should be took its place. And there was nothing the unaware ten year old boys could do.

43. C'stell'bsna Grah'n

Author's Note: Hello hello hello! It's me! I'm alive! Hi!

This chapter is... a lot of things. Personal, in many ways. Here is why:

Chapters Forty-Two through Forty-Four go into great details about my life and my home. This chapter is pretty much what my friends and I do, we go "ghost-busting", abandoned house hunting, exploring... for hours on end. In these same locations. Kinda weird. So, for starters... welcome to my life right here.

Now for the more personal reason:

This chapter contains something I have researched and theorized for nearly two years alone. I've done my research, cross-referenced, watched the Coon and Friends arc enough times that I can pretty much quote the entire trilogy. In a sense, it's my baby. I have shared this idea with one person on tumblr, who made brilliant art for her RP blog after we gushed about this topic for a bit... and... it's nice to know my idea is accepted. I don't know if anyone else has come to this conclusion as well, but I went to the extent of asking the sources (SP Studios) for any enlightenment on this idea of mine.

That's how much I care about this theory. For that reason, this is my favorite chapter. Because this contains years of research and reading and crossing ties and learning a fictional freaking language to get some sort of understanding... so I do hope you like this chapter. And I would love to discuss this with anyone, and possibly debate if you don't agree with this theory. This isn't just a headcanon, by the way- this could literally be on its way to being canon.

This is a whole theory on the origin of Kenny's curse. With some added fluffy bits for the sake of the story. But the theory is there.

Hence the long chapter. This is 1k away from being a Big Bang entry... heh.

Oh, and there is something in here that seems out of place a little bit. In the second "scene"... it involves Stan. You'll know what I'm talking about. Don't question it, it's important for undisclosed reasons. You'll find out... eventually.

Oh, and the whole thing about Kenny being Death... well... surprise!

I hope you like this chapter. I really, really do. Thank you so much.

The chapter title is R'lyehian. It loosely translates to We Pray For the Lost One.

The alternative title was "For Schlongdinger", and the working title was "Nebraska Fucking Sucks". I'm not sure how many times it's said in these three chapters. I should do a count.

Chapter Forty-Three: C Stell'bsna Grah'n

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Butters yawned as he drove down the nearly deserted interstate. Darkness engulfed them and the quiet snores of Cartman sleeping filled the car. Kenny's Creedence Clearwater Revival CD played softly to fill the not complete silence and Butters turned to see him staring out the window with drooping, bleary eyes.

"What do people do for fun here?" Stan asked as he tried to peer out the dark window. From what they had seen a couple hours ago, and from what Butters remembered, Nebraska was just flat. There was nothing of interest and it was rather boring, really.

"Probably shoot themselves," Kyle mumbled groggily. Cartman snuffled and grumbled as one of them woke him. "Fatass, what do you do here when you visit? Like, what's fun?"

"My cousins take me to parties. People party in corn fields... you go down minimum maintenance roads so the cops don't find you and just have ragers, fuckin' awesome. Actually it's not. But when you're stuck in the middle of fucking nowhere it is."

"People actually party in corn fields?" Kenny asked in a voice lower than usual; Butters knew he was about to fall asleep.

"Yeah... then we just drive around a lot. My cousins like to go mudding. It fucking sucks here, whoever decides to go to school here or live here is fucking retarded." Kyle shook his head as he laid on Stan's chest. The black haired boy ran his fingers through his tamed and gelled curls as he held him tightly in his arms. Kenny rubbed his eyes and blinked multiple times as he looked around.

Butters got onto the exit and drove down the empty highway. City lights beckoned before them and Cartman gave a lackluster "woo-hoo". Everyone grew silent once more and Butters sighed as he continued driving. He stopped at the red light as he entered the city limits and look around almost curiously. It had been years since he came here and he honestly couldn't remember very much from that time. He tried not to remember, anyway.

Sure western Nebraska was boring as shit and he even thought he fell asleep a couple of times at the wheel but Lincoln itself wasn't awful. Omaha was a big city too, but he was a little glad to know the state wasn't a complete wasteland. He could even go so far as to say Lincoln was pretty, from what he could tell. Hopefully they could drive around aimlessly tomorrow. Now he felt excitement rather than exhaustion. Except he was pretty sure he was the only one.

"Ken... you're never tired this early..." Butters whined quietly. Kenny grunted softly as he sat up and looked at him.

"I got off work at 6 this morning after a double-shift." he mumbled, "didn't really sleep, but I'm okay, just relaxin'." Butters scoffed and Kenny looked at him with a slight glare before his eyes softened. Stan yawned in the backseat and Kyle sniffled. "It's fucking hot." Kenny mumbled as he rolled down the window, "shit it's humid too."

"Yaaaaay," Stan growled sarcastically. Kyle moaned quietly as he lifted his head from Stan's chest.

"Do you have your inhaler?"

"Course!" The cheery tone made Butters' ears hurt and Kenny looked highly uncomfortable as he listened to him.

Butters drove down the deserted street, thankful for the continuous green lights, and after Kenny finally closed his eyes, he pulled into the motel parking lot; Kenny had perfect timing. He turned off the car and Stan was quietly trying to wake Kyle, who had drifted off to sleep a few minutes ago. Kenny jolted awake as soon as Butters touched his arm.

He was the first one out of the car and at the trunk to unload. Kyle stumbled slightly through his sleepy fog and slumped against Stan as he walked into the lobby of the motel to get the room keys. Cartman texted quickly and yelled when Kenny tossed his bag out of the trunk.

"Ey! Not everyone has third me downs, careful!" Kenny rolled his eyes at his outburst and slung his own backpack over his back. He took Butters' in his hand and rubbed his eyes as he turned to his boyfriend, who smiled softly at him.

"You're going to bed as soon as we get in that room." Butters told him. Kenny shook his head and sighed softly as the shorter boy pulled his head down to rest on his shoulder. "You need sleep."

"We're all in like... the same room, right?" Cartman asked as they walked to the sidewalk. Butters nodded and Kenny tripped on a crack in the sidewalk. "I call bed."

"Eric, there's one of you and two of us. Plus there's Stan and Kyle... unless you wanna share a bed with us..." Kenny suggested; he looked rather uncomfortable at the idea, although they all shared the same bed at one point or another in their childhood and middle school years. It was just awkward because Kenny was a cuddler and Cartman was soft at the time... Kenny shuddered.

"I'm not sleepin' on the floor and I'm not sleepin' with a bunch of fags. You guys can like... share a bed with the hippie and the Jew. Or take the floor." Kenny groaned in annoyance as he fought to open the door. Butters blushed a little as he pushed it instead of pulled; Kenny lowered and shook his head as he walked inside.

"We'll talk to them, maybe we can like... switch off who sleeps on the floor and who sleeps on the bed," Butters suggested, "or maybe we could all fit in the same bed?" Kenny sighed and shook his head.

"Nah, if Cartman's gonna be a dick about it, which we all shoulda expected it, I'll take the floor. You can sleep on the bed with Style, there's enough room for you. I'm too tall." Butters sighed heavily as Kenny approached Stan and Kyle with his arms full of their luggage. Stan smiled brightly at him and took his backpack, as well as Kyle's, and shoved him softly.

"Thanks, dude!" The blonde shrugged and leaned on the wall as he tried to focus his eye sight. Butters squeezed his hand and smiled softly.

"Cartman claimed a bed, so... we're trying to figure out what to do."

"Go fucking figure," Stan grumbled as he lowered his gaze onto Cartman, who ignored him completely. "What's the plan?"

"I sleep on the floor, you use him as a cuddle buddy," Kenny replied in a monotone voice that vaguely reminded Butters of Craig, except higher in pitch and not nasally. It really didn't remind him of Craig at all, now that he thought about it. Stan shook his head and looked at Kenny uneasily but his worry faded as Kyle came up to them with four room keys.

They walked up the stairs in tension-filled silence and followed Kyle to their hotel room. Butters dragged Kenny by the arm and pulled him along; he wasn't usually this slow.

"You're sleeping in a bed, I'll kick Cartman's ass..." Butters murmured to Kenny, who chuckled and wrapped his arm loosely around Butters' waist as Kyle opened the door. Stan ran in and turned down the thermostat to cool the room; the air was heavy and hot, almost suffocating. Butters felt bad because he knew Stan had asthma and he was pretty sure it was weather-induced as well as activity-induced. He could hear his breath wheeze slightly as he opened his backpack.

Cartman immediately sat on the bed closest to the door and turned on the television. Kyle opened the refrigerator and stockpiled their soda inside. Stan rummaged through the snacks Cartman brought and opened the Oreos before he collapsed on the bed and kicked off his shoes. Kenny went straight for the air conditioner and rested his head on the vent.

Butters set their bags along the wall and unzipped his to dig around for his pajamas. He grabbed the shorts and tanktop before he entered the bathroom. He quickly changed his clothes and brushed his hands through his slightly windblown and sweaty hair. He'd shower tomorrow but water sounded nice. His eyes brightened and he quickly ran out of the small bathroom.

"Guys!" We should go swim! I bet no one's in there!" He cried excitedly. Cartman raised an eyebrow at his pajama choice.

"Are those girl shorts?" Butters blushed as he looked down at his fleece purple Hello Kitty shorts that Kenny bought for him and loved so much because of the way they hugged his body. Kyle rolled his eyes and gave a pointed look to the chubby boy.

Stan, however, at the mention of swimming, rolled off of the bed and shucked his pants and boxers off in one go. Kenny blinked twice to make sure he hadn't hallucinated that as he pulled his head away from the vent and Kyle let out an awkward squeak as his jaw dropped.

"What?!" He asked at the shocked expression on Cartman's face, as well as Kyle's. "We've all seen each other naked and I'm swimming. It's too hot in here." Butters smiled and dug in his backpack for his swim trunks. By the time he found them Stan was dressed and ready to go with key card in hand. "Are you guys coming or is it just me and Butters?"

Kenny sluggishly stood up and slightly stumbled to his bag. His legs felt like jelly and his mind was in a fog as he unzipped his hoodie, now he wondered why he wore that thing in the summer, and undid his belt and jeans. The old hand me downs from Kevin fell from his waist in a pile; he was still much too skinny for his own good. He kept his boxer briefs on until he found the swim trunks Butters reminded him to pack and quickly changed into them. Kyle sighed and got up as well, and Cartman soon followed his actions as well.

They stayed at the pool until the receptionist told them they needed to leave. Stan and Butters held swimming races; Stan wanted to challenge the swimmer of the group and was a little upset that he lost by a long shot. Kenny and Kyle, while they raced, had been trying to push Cartman in the pool; it resulted in them falling in instead. Then Cartman came up with the idea to play Marco Polo and demanded Butters be it first. After what seemed like an hour Kenny had taken pity and put himself in a position for Butters to tag him yet hid it well. Kenny had tagged Cartman almost instantly, and in revenge the four got out of the pool and walked around the edge while Cartman searched for them. They even went so far as to create splashes with their feet. Cartman was "it" until the receptionist kicked them out, and unfortunately none of them had time to get back in the water, so Cartman caught them cheating.

They all ended up taking turns showering, which didn't seem like a bad idea until Cartman used all of the hot water. When Kenny was the last one out of the shower, shivering violently although he was used to cold showers, he grumbled when he found him passed out and sprawled all over the bed. Butters was curled up on the bed with Stan and Kyle, who were watching infomercials and making commentary about the actors in the ads. Butters was laughing as they created their own dialogue and Kenny smiled softly as he leaned on the door. Butters grinned at him and patted the space next to him; he was a little surprised to see they could all potentially fit on this bed comfortably.

They ended up passing out at about three in the morning; the blankets were abandoned because there was too much body heat yet Butters found the mixing temperatures comfortable.

He woke up with a start and blinked the sleep from his vision as he looked around slowly. He peered at the clock on the nightstand and sighed heavily. It was 8:30 in the morning.

Stan was snoring quietly as he sprawled on his back. Half of his leg hung off of the bed and his arm draped off the side as well. Kyle was curled up against him, his head rested on his chest as he slept quietly and contently on his boyfriend. He always thought Stan would be comfortable to sleep on. Kenny had curled up with his knees practically to his chest; Butters could feel his bony knee caps pressed against his back, and he had one arm draped over Butters' side, the other was tucked under his cheek. Unlike Stan and Kyle, he looked uncomfortable, his brow furrowed, and he twitched and whimpered quietly in his sleep. Butters sighed and kissed his hand as he slowly and carefully got out of the bed so he didn't wake anyone. He watched as Kenny blindly searched for something to hold on to, made snuffling noises, and burrowed his head in the back of Kyle's neck.

"Finally someone else is up," Butters jumped at the quiet murmur and smiled weakly and slightly uncomfortably at Cartman, who looked as if he had just woken up moments prior. "Wanna go surprise them with breakfastt?"

"Breakfast?" Butters asked in a whisper. He was confused; there was free breakfast offered downstairs.

"Yeah, dude, Runzas. They've never had them."

"But... but we only have Kyle's car." Cartman shrugged.

"There's one like two blocks from here," the chubby boy replied and got out of bed. Butters shrugged and quickly changed into one of the outfits he brought; a t-shirt with a witty quote on it and skinny jeans.

"You're gonna kill yourself in those, it's so fucking hot out."

"You've been outside?" Cartman nodded.

"Had to have a smoke, it's already like... 95 degrees out. Fucking sick." Butters sighed and rolled the bottoms of his jeans up to make capris and shrugged; that would have to do. He slipped on his flip flops and grabbed a room key and his wallet.

They walked in silence, Butters was a little scared and extremely nervous, but Cartman seemed to be in a good mood. Actually, he had been rather tolerable the entire trip so far. Sure, he said a few stupid things, acted ridiculous, and got on everyone's nerves, but that was Cartman. He hadn't made a target out of anyone, except Kyle once or twice, but that was also his normal way. The two seemed to feed off of that fight.

"So..." Cartman said, "you and Kinny are fucking gay." Butters slowed to a stop and narrowed his eyes on the brunette, who looked serious.

"Eric, w-we're not talkin' about-"

"Just... just hear me out, Butters, Jesus Christ..." Cartman grumbled as he wiped the beads of sweat already forming on his brow. Both remained silent as they walked in the bright late May morning; Butters scratched absentmindedly at his neck. Cartman had been right; it was really hot outside right now. "Kinny's always been kinda my bro, and you've kinda been my bro... even though I've fucked you guys up a lot, it's... I dunno, shit... I just..." he made an awkward strain of sounds and Butters tilted his head curiously.

"Huh?" Cartman sighed heavily and ran a hand through his hair as he groaned in frustration.

"I'm happy for you guys, there!" He snapped, looking a little angry. Butters smiled happily, "but I know you know bout him dying. That's why you did research on Cthulhu last year, right?" Butters nodded slowly, "I know... there's something you don't know, that I know, that Kenny needs to know." Butters felt his heart leap and he turned to him with fear and worry in his eyes. He held his breath as he gripped Cartman's shirt and silently pleaded with him to tell him what it was he knew. "Cthulhu died."

Butters felt his heart thud violently against his chest as the severity of the words hit him. "The goths told me. They know about Kinny too... I dunno, but I think after Cthulhu died... part of the curse broke or something. I don't know. But they remember, and I know his family does, and you remember..."

"Do you think the curse has broken?!" Butters asked excitedly. He wasn't aware that Kenny had died since his last return but he easily could have, he didn't want to know, however. Cartman shook his head and laughed.

"Dude, I killed him last week, that shit's still there."

"You WHAT?!" Butters yelled angrily, his hold on Cartman's shirt tightening as he glared daggers at the boy nearly five inches taller than him.

"We were just screwin' around at his house and I pushed him off the roof. Karen was sooooo pissed but it was fucking awesome... you realize he dies like three times a week, right?" Butters sighed heavily.

"Wh-wha..?"

"He probably just didn't tell you 'cause he's Kinny, you think he wants to worry you?" Butters smiled at his words and he swore he saw a hint of a smile on Cartman's face as well. But whatever moment of kindness he saw was replaced with a scowl. "But the death of Cthulhu means a new... Old One has been reborn. And their purpose will be to kill Kenny. It's the way things work. Kinny is the reason Cthulhu died... well Cthulhu killed Death, who is another Old One outside of Cthulhu's dimension, and y'know how that turned out." Butters nodded, "this new one... I dunno what dimension he's in... his purpose is to kill the current... alpha Old One, shall we say?"

"You... you mean to tell me Kenny is the oldest Old One?" Cartman shook his head.

"No fuckin' way dude, but he's the most powerful. He can do waaaaay more than we know, he can't just be immortal. Ever notice he's really fuckin' fast?"
"Really warm too..."

"He's like, superhuman. He's not just immortal. He's... like, invincible." Butters sighed heavily as they turned down the street and crossed even though cars were headed their way. They were honked at, and Cartman flipped off the lady yelling at them in her car.

"Okay... I just gotta ask... why are you telling me this now?"

"Because I don't know how this is gonna turn out. I mean, dude... Kinny could die. And I mean die die not just... respawn or whatever. That or you gotta realize he's gonna be alone until that fucker finds him and kills him. Y'know me and Craig used to kill him right?"

"Wait... what?" Butters asked in shock.

"Yeah, dude. Before Karen woke up, y'know, when she was in the hospital... he'd come to my house and he'd ask me to kill him. Usually I was super angry so I'd take him up on the offer but then he asked me about finding out if I could kill him for good but I got pissed. So he stopped coming to me and went to Craig."

"I never..."

"They were really fuckin' close. It's why they are the way they are. 'Cause before you and him started a thing..." Butters shook his head and his eyes widened.

"He and... Craig?!" Butters cried in alarm. "The fuck!"

Now he was angry. Suddenly all of this information about Kenny's life, that he had been a part of, that he had tried so hard to help him through and cope, was all just one big secret that he was finding out. All the times they shared... Butters' first kiss... had he gone to Craig after that? How did he know his first time was with him and not Craig? He hated that stupid black haired boy with his stupid chullo hat and his stupid stoic persona that made everyone think he was mysterious.

...Like Kenny. Butters felt anger and pain surge through him as he realized those two were polar opposites yet so similar. Craig could shoot lasers from his eyes and Kenny was immortal. There had to be more to Craig than anyone knew... and that was the same with Kenny. They got each other; like he and Kenny did. Only different.

But he knew deep down he couldn't be jealous. He could be hurt; but he knew Kenny had been with many people before him. Some of them were probably old enough to be his parents... or possibly even grandparents. Butters never liked to think about Kenny's past endeavors, that's not what mattered, or so he thought. The fact that Craig had a piece of Kenny the same time Butters had... that's what bothered him. That's what made his blood boil.

He didn't have a vicious bone in his body but right now he was seeing red. He was absolutely livid. And as his darkened eyes glared at Cartman, the boy looked slightly scared at his rigid stature and clenched fists.

"Shit... you didn't... I don't know if they ever... but... shit, you really didn't know?" The look on Cartman's face showed sincerity. His words were genuine and Butters felt his heart seize. His fists unclenched and he slumped his shoulders as he looked sadly at Cartman. The blonde shook his head and the brunette clicked his tongue. "I didn't, I swear on... on... I don't know what, but something important that I didn't know you didn't know and I told you all this outta the goodness of my heart."

"Do you even have goodness in your heart?" Butters growled, then recoiled at his own words. Cartman laughed loudly, however, and Butters grimaced, "I-I'm sorry, Eric, I just..."

"Dude, fuckin' chill. Now I get to see you two get in a fight, so I'm stoked." Butters rolled his eyes and opened the door to Runza.

They bought ten Runzas and Butters couldn't believe how expensive they were yet paid anyway. They walked back to the motel in silence, Cartman was texting and Butters was lost in thought as the anger slowly dwindled to hurt. He opened the door and slammed the Runzas on the table. Kyle jumped at his force and Kenny tilted his head as he buckled his belt.

"We were wondering where you guys went..." Stan trailed off as he looked uncertainly between Butters and Cartman. The blonde just smiled tightly and walked passed Kenny and up to Kyle.

"We should check out the campus together," Butters suggested. Kyle narrowed his eyes on Butters; he knew something was up, or something happened, and obviously he was pissed at Kenny. But as far as any of them knew Kenny hadn't done a thing.

"Uh... yeah... well Stan and I were gonna check out the music building and you and Kenny were gonna look at the fine and performing arts and media arts center... and then we were gonna-"

"Well..." Butters' eyes flickered to Kenny and he caught a look of surprise and hurt, one that seized his heart, but he turned away and back to Kyle, who peered at him curiously. "We could switch it up!"

"Are you mad at me?" Kenny blurted, raising an eyebrow as Butters turned to him with a guilty expression. "Lee, what... Eric, what the HELL did you say?!" Kenny spun around to face Cartman who looked at the Runza in his hand and remained silent. He felt a hand on his arm and turned back around to find Butters shaking his head.

"Kenny, dude," Stan said in a warning tone that he needed to stay calm. He took the hint and sighed softly as he gazed at Butters with concern in his eyes.

"What did I do?"

"I don't have the time for this right now," Butters snapped curtly as he looked to Kyle, who shrugged as he smiled sadly at Stan, who nodded. "I think there are campus activities or something today so we should hurry." As Butters walked out, Kyle raised an eyebrow at Kenny who scratched his head in confusion.

"What the hell did you do?!" he mouthed, slowly following Butters. Kenny shrugged and widened his eyes as he shook his head. Kyle sighed softly and shut the door behind him. Kenny groaned in annoyance as he sat on the bed and scrubbed a hand through his hair. Stan whistled lowly and Cartman put away the other sandwiches with a grimace.

"I hate to break it to you dude but... you're screwed." Kenny groaned in frustration and collapsed face down on the bed.

Butters walked in an angry huff passed the art gallery without a second look. Kyle glanced at the large head in the middle of the steps, shrugged, and caught up to Butters. They had been walking like this the whole time; in silence, in tension

"Butters, we're walking away from the-" the blonde gave Kyle a dark look, one he didn't want to mess with, and the redhead shut up and followed his aimless walk. They checked out various buildings on the downtown campus and Butters sat by a large, gurgling fountain. Kyle took a spot next to him and stared into the ceaselessly flowing water.

He didn't know how he was going to go about talking to Kenny. Butters figured he should talk to Kyle, or someone about what Cartman had told him, and a part of him didn't believe what he had said. Yet he seemed so genuine, so sincere, that it was also hard for him to not. Honestly, he couldn't remember a time he had seen Cartman in such a way and that's what made it so believable.

"How do you... how do you feel about Stan and Wendy?" Butters asked quietly as he stuck his hand in the pool of water. Kyle looked at him curiously yet shrugged his shoulders.

"Wendy was an infatuation for him, they tried and she wasn't what he wanted. They're still really good friends and I've even gotten closer to her. I just don't know how she and Cartman ended up together. Why...?" Kyle asked slowly, "Kenny wasn't really with anyone before you, I mean there was his fling with Bebe and then he dated Red in seventh grade for like three weeks..."

"He was with Craig." Butters murmured quietly; tears prickled his eyes and his blood burned. Kyle gasped and backed away from Butters.

"Did Cartman tell you that?" Butters nodded, "he's a lying sack of-"

"Yeah except this time I'm like 99% sure he isn't lying. And I know I'm gullible and stuff but... I really think he's telling the truth. He felt bad about it, I could tell."

"Cartman doesn't feel bad about anything. He's a sociopath." Butters shrugged his shoulders and Kyle sighed heavily, "okay. Say Kenny was with Craig... when? And where's the proof? I don't remember them ever hanging out."

"When Karen was in her coma. Kenny wasn't talking then so we didn't really know anything that was going on with him. Even I hardly knew anything at that point." Kyle sighed softly and put an arm around Butters. The blonde cuddled into his side and rested his head on his shoulder as he sniffled sadly.

"Okay... but you can't think about that stuff, I mean... you realize Kenny was a prostitute, right? That's gotta be way more difficult to deal with than him being with Craig. Though it's fucked up because they both hate each other." Butters snorted.

It made total sense. Kenny was a masochist and Craig was quite sadistic. Honestly, in some different universe he and Craig would be a match made in heaven. Craig would be in love with he fact that Kenny couldn't die; Kenny would love being killed. He was a tortured soul, mostly by himself than anyone else, and the thought of them even potentially being together made Butters' blood boil. Mostly because, if he was out of the picture it could easily be Craig in his shoes right now.

But then as Butters thought about it, really dug deep into his mind and processed his reverie, he realized he couldn't be upset. Because it wasn't Craig that was here, it was him. Kenny had chosen Butters when no one else would. Kenny was Butters' best friend; even when everyone else thought he was lame. Kenny always chose him. Because Kenny loved him; he always did. He always cared and considered him when no one else would. Because Kenny knew what it was like to be an outsider, to be alone. And in this universe, and many others, they were a match made in heaven. Like Kenny said, they were kismet, they were destiny. They always would be.

Butters felt tears of anger fall from his eyes and nestled into Kyle's comforting embrace. He was conflicted, hurt, angry, upset with himself, and embarrassed for how he acted. Because he over-reacted. They have never had a single fight and Butters hadn't even explained himself. Now he wondered how Kenny was feeling, what he was doing, and any bad decision he could make would be his fault. The blonde whimpered and he burrowed his head in Kyle's shoulder as he cried a few tears.

"When did you get that?" Kyle asked as he nodded to Butters' ring finger. The blonde blushed lightly as he wiped his eyes, although it was impossible to tell because his cheeks were already pink from the sun and heat.

"Yesterday. Ken got me it..." the redhead raised an eyebrow, "it's a claddagh ring."

"Love, loyalty, and friendship..." Kyle trailed off. Butters tilted his head curiously, "that's what claddagh rings symbolize." Butters laughed sadly as he looked at the ring. He took it off his finger and his eyes widened as he saw two words on his skin. His laughter died yet he smiled softly as he flipped over the ring and shook his head as he saw the engraving on the inside of the ring. "Does that say 'my sanctuary'?" Kyle asked as he peered at Butters' hand. The blonde nodded and felt tears well in his eyes once more.

"Damn it... I'm s'posed to be mad at him... a little..." Butters whimpered as he slipped the ring back on. Kyle smiled softly and rubbed his back soothingly as they stared at the fountain before them.

They fell into their comfortable silence once more. Butters' thoughts were racing madly and all he wished was for them to just stop.

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"Truth or dare?" Kyle asked Cartman as the five boys sat on one of the beds in their room. Cartman sighed heavily and thought for a moment.

"Dare."

"I dare you... to run down the entire hall of the floor we're on completely naked, and knock on every door." Cartman furrowed his eyebrows.

"I don't want you eye raping me, you faggot." Kyle rolled his eyes and popped a piece of popcorn in his mouth. Cartman stood up and shed his clothes. Kenny shielded his eyes and made a gagging noise and Butters quickly turned away as the brunette took off his shirt. He still hadn't really spoken to Kenny, mostly because he was too nervous to.

Stan stood at the door with a camera in hand and Cartman walked passed him, completely naked. He sighed heavily and ran down the hall screaming as loud as he could, for added effect. They heard a loud thud and in record time, Cartman was back in the room. Stan was doubled over from laughing so much and Cartman's eyes were wide as he slammed the door and latched the deadbolt. He quickly dressed as the boys all laughed and he grumbled angry words directed to Kyle as he sat back down on the bed.

"This is like... graduation gold... Youtube gold... everything gold." Stan chortled as he rewatched the video. They could hear Cartman's screams from the playback and Kyle chuckled softly.

"My turn!" Cartman cried excitedly. "As revenge... truth or dare, Kinny?" Cartman asked. The dark blonde looked up and shrugged.

"Dare." Cartman grinned malevolently as he looked around the room with shifty eyes. Kenny rolled his eyes and glanced at Butters, who still hadn't really attempted to talk to him. Until he knew why he was under the bus he wasn't going to say anything.

"I... dare you.." Cartman trailed off with a smirk growing on his cheeks and for a moment Kenny felt rather scared, "to... kiss Stan." Kenny's eyebrows raised slowly as he gazed at Cartman incredulously. Kyle's eyes bugged and Butters looked highly uncomfortable. Stan, on the otherhand, burst out laughing.

"Is that really all you got?" Kenny asked in surprise. Kissing was thought of by girls, usually, and honestly Cartman was the one who nearly sent a nuclear bomb to North Korea three years ago because he was bored. He wasn't one for simple dares; Kenny thought he'd be jumping off the roof or calling the CIA to report a bomb. Cartman shrugged with a small smile, "well fuck that, he's my brother!"

"Nuh-uh, a dare's a dare!"

"Then I say truth"

"No backing out!"

"We're in relationships though!"

"So? Standard rules apply like always, pussy." Kenny rolled his eyes and looked at Stan who thought this whole thing was hilarious. Kyle just seemed annoyed as he looked at his fiancee. Butters bit at the skin around his thumbs.

"Oh, Stanny boy..." Kenny sang with a grin. The black haired boy batted his eyes and let out a girlish giggle. "Ya sure do got a purdy mouth."

Kyle cracked up and Stan fell back on the bed as his body shook with laughs. Butters even smiled and covered his mouth as he chuckled.

"Are we really doing this?" Stan asked after his chortles died down and he sat back up. Kenny shrugged his shoulders and glanced at Butters.

"I dunno, I could put rule foxtrot uniform charlie kilo echo delta in effect." Kyle lifted his head slightly.

"That's a little drastic," the redhead murmured, Kenny shrugged.

"If Lee's not okay with it, and if you're not okay with it, I'm not touching him." Stan pouted his lip, "but those lips..." he teased as he stuck out his tongue.

"Curiosity killed the cat?" Kyle asked Stan, Stan shrugged.

"Nah, it's like... who was that scientist with the cat. Schlongdinger?" Butters giggled and Kyle let out a loud laugh that surprised even himself.

"Schrodinger, Stan. Schrodinger." He said in between chuckles. The black haired boy nodded slowly and grinned as he apparently amused himself in his mind.

"His cat theory. Stick him in a box. Is it alive or dead? No one knows. That's what kissing him would be like."

"Ambiguous?" Kenny asked in confusion.

"The cat's alive, if you're wondering..." Butters trailed off with a small smile. Kenny smiled affectionately and turned to him. "But a dare's a dare." Kyle nodded.

"Plus Butters and I used to make out like all the time," Kyle murmured with a smirk as Stan gawked. The blonde blushed a little and a pang of hurt hit him hard; he had done that when he was frustrated with Kenny. Perhaps that's why Kenny went to Craig.

"Well in that case-" Stan chirruped as he grabbed Kenny's cheeks and grinned. "You have a freckle on a scar under your eye." Kenny furrowed his eyebrows and stuck out his tongue.

"Kyle, does he point out your flaws to you all the-?" the blonde was muffled by Stan's lips locking on his in an abrupt kiss that made Kenny cry out in slight shock against the sudden force. He instinctively massaged his lips tenderly against Stan's and couldn't help but put his arms around him. Stan seemed to dominate the kiss as he parted Kenny's lips with his tongue and tried his hardest to not laugh. Kenny seemed to be struggling with this as well, he even let out a muffled laugh as their tongues fought violently for dominance that they knew would happen. Stan's fingers raked through his hair and in that moment Kenny shuddered and let him win as he melted with the touch.

It was as if this moment had suddenly unlocked a part of their friendship, a new understanding, that only they could know and truly understand. At that moment Stan saw something in Kenny that he didn't see until now; vulnerability, complete and loyal trust, and a biting feeling of almost loneliness or melancholy was bitter on his tongue. There was a sense of urgency as Kenny gripped his shirt and pulled him closer, which deepened the kiss and at that moment Stan knew Kenny was trusting him with everything; as if this connection spilled every secret, and every thought, he ever had. And Stan held onto him as tightly as he could.

"Okay, okay, I said kiss not deep throat each other, Jesus Christ!" Cartman cried as Kenny fumbled for something to grab and ended up falling on his back. He grunted as Stan fell, dead weight, on top of him and laughed as their teeth collided together. Stan snickered too and pulled away before placing one last tender kiss on Kenny's now swollen lips.

"Deep-throating isn't making out..." Kyle mumbled, raising an eyebrow at Stan who still laid on top of Kenny and was laughing quietly, knowingly, with Kenny who stared at him with those baby blues that would get anyone to do anything for him. "Stan?"

"Moment..." he mumbled; this felt too... different. Almost brotherly, camaraderie, and Stan felt as if he could truly get Kenny. And he looked too vulnerable, too open, as if he were scared for him to be this close. His mind was a jumble and his lips tingled from the kiss that he had only meant to mean as a joke. But it turned into so much more and it honestly hurt his head a little.

Kenny made a quiet noise, like a snuffle and a huff, and wrapped his arms tightly around Stan as he embraced him in a hug. Stan laughed and looped his arms over his head and shook his head as he realized Kenny got it too. Until Kenny bit Stan's shoulder and Stan poked his sides. The blonde yelped, laughed, and scrambled away from Stan, who now attacked his ticklish spots.

"RUDE! FUCKING RUDE!" Kenny cried as he fell off of the bed. He hopped back on in a moment and glared at Stan; his lips were still red and puffy.

"Are you two... okay?" Butters asked curiously as he looked between Stan and Kenny. Kyle glanced in his direction and understood what he meant. But perhaps this was what Stan and Kenny needed.

"Yeah, sexual tension has been diffused," Kyle teased with a smirk. Stan guffawed and Kenny dropped his hands from poking at Stan's neck.

"Huh?" They both said, causing the other two to snicker. Cartman groaned in annoyance and shook his head as he realized what hell he had subjected himself to.

"Come on, you can't deny you've been curious, either of you." Stan and Kenny glanced at each other, the black haired rolled his eyes at the blonde's wiggling eyebrows. "I'm surprised you never did before now, honestly." Kyle answered truthfully.

"What, are you implying you have sexual tension for Butters... or Kenny?" Stan asked, Kyle shook his head.

"Like I said, he and I made out a lot. And I'm good on the lack of Kenny experience." Kenny smirked slowly and sent a wink to Kyle, who rolled his eyes and blushed a little.

"I've always said I'd be down for a fourway." Three pairs of eyes settled on Kenny and he smiled impishly. "C'mon, think of how hot that'd be. We're all fuckin' sexy, Kyle with his nerdy charm, Stan's the jocky hipster demi-goth Grecian statue," Stan and Kyle burst out laughing, "Lee's the adorably hot artsy cherub, and I'm the stoner whore of a god, we'd be fuckin' sexy."

"You've thought about this a lot, haven't you?" Kyle asked, Kenny shrugged and beamed a little as he flashed his eyes at Butters; he was laughing quietly.

"The potential is there and someday we'll have a fucking awesome orgy."

"Jesus Christ, kill me now." Cartman grumbled.

"Wait. Wait wait waaaaaait." Kenny said, eyes settling on Kyle, "I've kissed everyone in this room except you, my ginger friend."

"You're not kissing me."

"Au contraire, mon cheri," Kenny spoke with a smirk, "sometime before the end of this trip we are kissing. I don't know when, I don't know where, but it is happening. Puhleeeeeze? For Schlongdinger." Kenny grinned as he looked at Stan who was red-faced and laughing at the name mess-up once again.

"Fine, for Schlongdinger. But you gotta go the whole nine yards, sweep me off my feet, make me kick my leg, or I will hit you." Kenny beamed happily and looked at Butters to see how he felt about his open statement. He was smiling softly as his blue eyes glittered and rested on Kenny. "By the way, was Butters right? Is the cat alive or dead?" Kyle asked Stan, who looked at Kenny for a moment before he pressed his lips to Kyle's and squeezed his hand lovingly.

"I think that Schlongdinger's cat is alive. For like... ever." Kenny and Cartman snorted at the words. Butters' smile turned sad, however, and Kyle snorted.

"Now... my turn. Kyle... truth or dare?"

"Truth." Kenny scoffed.

"What's the kinkiest thing you've ever done?" his cheeks turned red and he hummed quietly as he bent his knees to his chest.

"I uh... we... had a bet, " Kyle began with a blush, "if I could go a whole day with a vibrating butt plug-"

"GROSS! SICK!" Cartman cried in disgust.

"Anyway, wearing one at school then I could do whatever I wanted to him the next day. So I gave him a footjob in the middle of government."

"Shit, son..." Kenny trailed off in mild disbelief as he looked between the two. "That's actually pretty damn kinky."

"And then we had weekly locker room sex. But you know about that. And Stan's into bondage so we-"

"I'M DONE! STOP IT!" Cartman shouted. Someone pounded on the wall and Kenny threw his shoe in response.

"Oh! Fuck me harder with your FAT FUCKING COCK!" He screamed, then bounced on the bed as he moaned loudly. Butters fell on his back as he laughed and Cartman's face broke out into a grin as the people in the next room started yelling incoherently.

"Guys, we're gonna get kicked out," Kyle warned, Stan shrugged his shoulders and began to bang the headboard against the wall. Kenny let out his infamous keening outcry, that ran chills down Butters' spine, and Stan matched it with a low groan and a final bang of the headboard.

"God I fucking love you, dude," Kenny said before he cackled happily.

"You two are soooo fucked up," Kyle mumbled with a smile as they high-fived each other. Kenny pouted his lower lip and crawled up the bed to Kyle, who pushed him away but laughed as he tangled his limbs with his.

"I embrace it. Embrace me, dammit! Love me and cuddle me and embrace me and my fucked-uppery!" Kenny cried, then groaned as Butters and Stan tackled him as well. Cartman backed away slowly as he dialed a number on his phone. After three rings, he heard the person on the other end pick up.

"Wendy, about that fucking trip you made me go on..."

A few hours passed. After a complaint, a visit from the hotel manager, finishing their game of truth or dare, going out to dinner, playing Marco Polo again and making Cartman be "it", and making fun of Kyle for being in the hot tub, then getting kicked out of the swimming area (again) because they tried to swim in the hot tub, and finally ordering pizza and watching crappy movies on the Hallmark channel and adding in commentary, they finally settled down for the night. It was going on two in the morning and Kyle was seated on Stan's lap comfortably, looking quite content as Stan ran his fingers through his surprisingly tamed hair, Cartman was talking in the hall with Wendy who had made fun of him and told him to loosen up after his phone call, and Kenny and Butters had rolled off the bed some time ago and were making out on the floor.

"You two are like rabbits," Kyle mumbled as he put his foot on Butters' back. Kenny's lips pulled away from Butters' with a pop and he looked up at Kyle.

"We're Bunny, no fucking wonder we're like rabbits."

"Bunny?" Stan asked.

"Butters, Kenny. Bunny." Kyle nodded slowly and rolled his eyes as they resumed their heavy kissing. Kenny's hips rocked upwards in a soft motion that was coaxing Butters to an almost unbearable erection as he pressed his thumbs into Kenny's hips in the way that made him go wild.

"Hey- Lee- wait..." Kenny said in between kisses as the bright blonde pulled off his shirt and threw it in the air. Stan cried out and Butters laughed as he figured it landed on him. Butters tilted his head as he ground his hips into Kenny's, eliciting a quiet groan from the taller boy. "Why were you- ahh- mad at me earlier?" Butters tilted his head and stopped moving as he gazed down at the blonde.

"Uh... it's stupid."

"Nuh-uh."

"Well, I didn't know you had a thing with Craig."

"Waitwhat?!" Kyle and Stan looked down at Kenny and Butters, then groaned when seeing the position they were in. Kenny looked up at Butters with a calm face and a small smile as he took his hand.

"Yeah, we had a frenemies with benefits with a bet going on freshman year. It was a mutual breakoff because he wanted... someone and I wanted Butters, so..." hearing the nickname roll from Kenny's tongue sounded so weird. But he didn't want people to start calling Butters "Lee"; that was his thing. "Did Cartman tell you?"

"Y-yeah..."

"How did Cartman know and not us?!" Stan asked. Kenny sighed heavily and shrugged his shoulders.

"He walked in on us in the locker room once." Stan nodded slowly and gave a side glance to Kyle. Kenny smirked. "It's nothing though, hon, honest. That was like three years ago, you see how Craig and I are now." Butters sighed and stuck out his lower lip slightly, "I only did it 'cause... it was venting." Butters laughed.

"Venting?"

"Sexual venting."

"But... venting?"

"Because I wasn't with you!" Kenny flailed under him and managed to hit his head on the corner of the nightstand. He rubbed his head and glared jokingly at Butters who chortled quietly. "I'm glad my pain makes you laugh," he fake pouted. Butters rolled his eyes with a smile as he kissed his lips and moved his hand from Kenny's flat, toned stomach, his fingers trailed over the smooth, shaved skin, and rested at the waistband of his cut off jeans for a moment; he had been hot and ripped half of his pant legs off, leaving them frayed, uneven shorts that Butters swore he'd fix no matter what.

"Sometimes," Butters said chipperly with a smirk he practiced multiple times.

"Oh God..." Kyle groaned in annoyance as he rolled away from the couple. Stan snickered and Kenny smiled up at him.

"So tell me more about your venting..." Butters murmured, slowly pressing his hips tightly against Kenny's. The boy under him grunted and cupped Butters' ass in his hands, "what'd you two do?"

"unnnf," Kenny replied, causing Stan to burst out laughing and Butters to blush; but he was trying his hardest to get them out of the room without asking. "We... would just... huuuh..." he trailed off, sealing Butters' lips with a desperate kiss as he felt his hand wrap around his red, swollen member. Drips of precum already soaked his cock, and Butters slicked his index finger with it as he trailed his digits over the head. Much to Kenny's discomfort, his jeans were still around his waist. "We'd fool around... Lee... c'mon..." he whined as he felt his hand enclose around him yet stayed still.

"Are you guys seriously going to do this with us in the room?" Stan asked in slight shock. Butters looked up at him and shrugged.

"If you don't leave, yeah." Kenny moaned at that, and Butters grinned; he could see the desperation in his eyes. It was thrilling and so, so hot.

"I'm going to the pool then," Kyle said as he quickly got off the bed. He cringed as Kenny gasped out as Butters finally began stroking him; it was painfully amazing because he was still confined by his clothes.

"Ditto," Stan said uncomfortably, then changed into his swim trunks.

"Well, did you kiss?" Butters asked, completely ignoring Stan and Kyle. Kenny, with his lips plump and parted, and his blush spreading to his collar bone, looked up to Butters and nodded. He felt a tug on his cock and covered his mouth as he groaned, "what about handjobs?"

"Y-yes..." Kenny stammered as his nails searched for something to dig into. Much to Butters' content, it was his back.

"Blowjobs?" The dark blonde stifled his cry as Butters finally pulled down his jeans and boxers. He stared at the throbbing, swollen cock that always gave Butters a jolt of surprise when he saw the size. The bright blonde closed his eyes, his cheeks flushed pink, and couldn't help but shudder with pleasure as he imagined just what he'd like to do with that beautiful cock of Kenny's. "Hmm...?"

"Y-yes...

" Butters could hear his voice come undone, a slight southern tone came through, breaking his usually smooth "mid-western non-accent." He loved it when he could do that.

"Sex?" Kenny shook his head and his breath came out in pants as he writhed on the floor. Pleasure shot through his veins and he could hardly concentrate on what Butters was saying.

"N-no... just... just wanted- ahh – you..." Butters hummed happily and pulled at his hair just the way he liked it. Kenny became a mess of unintelligible vowels and consonants as his toes curled. Butters looked up and around the room; they were alone. He smiled at Kenny, who looked at him with lust-blown eyes and whined when he got off of him.

"Bed. Now." Butters said as he ran to his bag. Kenny, shaking with jelly legs, climbed up on the bed closest to the window, chosen out of spite, and watched as Butters quickly locked the deadbolt so no one could come in and grabbed the bottle of lube from Kenny's bag.

He shed off his shirt and hopped on the bed, fit perfectly between Kenny's legs and worked his mouth down his chest, passed his navel, to the slight V of his pelvis as he stroked his heavy cock a few times before licking almost graciously at the head. Kenny shuddered and threw his head back on the pillow as he moaned.

Butters pulled his cut off shorts and boxers down his legs, leaving Kenny naked and spread beautifully for him. The way his back arched and his long, almost feminine legs wrapped around his shoulders as he bobbed his head just the way he liked it.

"L-Lee..." Kenny warned finally; Butters could tell he was close, and no way in hell was this going to be over now. He slid out of his skinny jeans and underwear, then kicked off his socks as he squirted his preferred lubricant, Maximus, on his fingers and coated his digits with it.

Kenny bit his lip and looked hesitant as Butters crawled closer to him, yet spread his legs slightly. However, he stared in shock when Buttters reached behind himself and gasped.

"Did you know..." Butters murmured, his breath hitched slightly, "sometimes at night when I can't go to your house... I'll fuck myself thinking about you." Kenny, in a daze of ecstasy, felt his jaw go slack as he watched with hazy eyes. "Bebe even – hmm – got me a toy... but it's," he paused, hissing in slight pain yet mostly pleasure, "not the same... as you. Never is."

"A-are you...?" Kenny trailed off, afraid to move. Butters nodded and smiled at him.

"It's just a vibrator, nothin' fancy."

"Fuck, Lee..." Kenny trailed off, as he sat up and reached for the lube. Butters smiled at him and moaned quietly.

"You wanna take over?" Butters asked, Kenny nodded and without hesitation pounced on Butters and pinned him to the bed as he furiously pulled his legs up, exposing him and his stretched hole to Kenny. He moaned, rested the back of his knees on Kenny's shoulders, and cried out when Kenny's fingers filled him and his mouth engulfed him simultaneously.

There was something different in his frenzied touches and thorough foreplay. Butters definitely wasn't complaining; doing it on Cartman's bed was already kinky enough for him yet Butters was pretty sure Kenny was in a frisky mood, and that usually meant-

"Oh GOD!" Butters practically screamed as Kenny bit his inner thigh and pounded his hole with three fingers. He could hear the wetness of his skin and entrance as Kenny worked his magic. He felt his whole body seize and he arched his hips, back coming off the bed as Kenny's fingers slammed against his prostate repeatedly.

To his surprise, he came in white hot spurts and Kenny gagged, pulled his mouth from his cock, and coughed a little as he recovered. He wrinkled his face yet smiled when he pulled his face back up and Butters, a mess as his euphoric waves pulsed and continued to throb, snorted.

"It went up my nose!" Kenny cried, then rolled on his back and started laughing hysterically. Butters blushed, a little embarrassed, but giggled nonetheless. Kenny wiped his nose and left eyelid, where spatters of his jizz flecked across his eye lashes, and licked at his hand.

"I'm sorry!" Butters cried, his laughter beginning to die down. Kenny turned his head slowly to him and grinned, "I would've warned you!" Kenny snickered and shrugged his shoulders.

"Just workin' my charm, m'love," he replied huskily, then made a face before he coughed. "Still up in my nose..." he mumbled. Butters couldn't help himself from chuckling, then grabbed Kenny's face and kissed him fiercely. "Please don't tell me you're tired..." he almost whined. Butters glanced down and grimaced as he saw his rock hard cock resting on his stomach and realized how painful that must be; but Kenny had an incredible libido.

"Fuck no," Butters replied as he pushed Kenny back on the bed and straddled him, "we're just getting started."

---

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuuuuuuuuck!" Butters keened as Kenny yanked on his hair, pulling his head back, as he thrust furiously into him. He felt pain course through his arm as Kenny held it in an uncomfortable angle and pushed his face against the wall as he lifted his hips just right.

"Did I fucking say you could talk?!" Kenny growled in his ear, before he bit the lobe. Butters shuddered as he covered his mouth to silence his cry. "Maybe if you're not gonna be good I should just stop." Butters was surprised by the amount of control in his voice, considering he could feel Kenny trembling as he was so close to his orgasm.

"N-no, please..."

"WHAT THE FUCK DID I SAY?!" Kenny shouted, then made a face as he realized they were in a hotel room and their neighbors were probably either disgusted or worried. As he turned back to Butters, that angry scowl was back in effect and he felt his cock throb with desire. Butters kept his mouth shut and felt Kenny's hand run through his hair before he yanked it. "Good, you're learning. Now... do you deserve to come?" Butters just looked at him, for a moment he was afraid to even move, "answer me, you fucking slut." Kenny growled venomously. Butters' heart skipped a beat yet felt Kenny's hand squeeze his back.

"Y-yes, please... please let me come? I'm so close."

"I'm so close... who?" Butters furrowed his eyebrows. That wasn't a part of this, was it. He fumbled for words.

"M-master?" Kenny made a face and stuck out his tongue.

"Ew..." he broke character, Butters giggled at his expression, and gasped as he felt his shoulders slam against the wall almost painfully. Yet he knew Kenny wasn't that mean. "What're you laughing at?" Kenny hissed, biting his neck. Butters winced as he broke skin. "Now, please let me come, who?"

"K-Kenny!" Butters said, tears almost burned his eyes but he knew it was because he simply wanted to go rougher. He moaned as Kenny snapped his hips and hit his prostate, causing Butters to jolt.

"Louder," Kenny ordered in a soft voice. Sweat dripped from his bangs and his body was flushed as he held Butters up by his arm and ass. Butters tilted his head back and Kenny's mouth attached to his neck as he groaned. Butters whimpered and whined as the rise in his stomach grew, and based on Kenny's erratic movements he was moments away from release as well. He couldn't remember what they were talking about as his cock throbbed, his body shook, and Kenny slammed against his sweet spot just...

"Oohhhhh..." Butters mewled loudly as his nerves went haywire. Once again he closed his eyes as the fire burned and he was blinded by his pleasure.

"Say. My. Name." Kenny grunted between every thrust, each one harder and reached deeper than he ever had before.

"KEEEEEEENNY!" Butters sobbed, voice cracking as he came undone in Kenny's arms again. His voice shot through to his dick, and the spasms of Butters' muscles coaxed Kenny to orgasm. Butters moaned as he felt his seed fill him, soak through the deepest corners of his body, and he loved it. He wanted more... yet he was completely exhausted.

Butters collapsed in Kenny's arms, his legs wrapped around his waist, and he moaned as he felt Kenny's softening cock pull out of him. The fullness left his body, and now he was left feeling empty; he wanted to feel complete again. Butters squirmed and smiled softly as he rested his head on Kenny's shoulder.

"Fuck, Lee... I got carried away." Butters giggled quietly and shook his head as he kissed his shoulder gently. Kenny rested his head against his and carried him to the bed, where they lay, naked and spent, cuddling and holding each other as they tried to will their bodies to relax.

"I loved it..."

"Did I hurt you?" Butters shrugged, then shook his head. However, blood trickled from his shoulder and he felt an ache in his arm as well as from within; but he wouldn't complain about that. He moaned quietly as he felt Kenny's tongue lap at the blood on his shoulder. He sucked gently, rather than sensually, and softly caressed his sides. He pressed a kiss to the bitten skin, then ventured down to his stomach and licked at the white liquid smeared on his skin. Butters scrubbed his hands through his hair and smiled lazily. "I'm-" kiss "sorry-" kiss "if it was too much." Kenny murmured against his skin as he slid back up to lay on the pillow. Butters scoffed and pulled on his bony side to bring him closer.

"You were so sexy..." Butters replied quietly before he kissed his nose and tucked a lock of blonde hair behind his ear. He brushed his long bangs from his forehead, exposing the freckled skin, and kissed him there too. Kenny smiled and hugged him loosely. "Thank you."

"Ha, thank you," Kenny purred as he nipped the shell of his ear.

Butters jumped as the door rattled to open, only to be stopped by the deadbolt. Kenny sighed heavily and planted a kiss on Butters' forehead.

"Open the fucking door, faggots!" Cartman yelled, "I heard you all the way down the fuckin' hall."

"Yeah, nice pipes, Butters!" Stan teased, then laughed heartily. Butters blushed and Kenny kissed him once more before he rolled off the bed and motioned for Butters to get dressed.

"I think we got some on the bed..." Butters whispered as he hurried into his pajama pants, "can we shower?" Kenny grinned, slipped on his boxers and stumbled to the door. Butters laughed as he tripped, and Kenny flipped him off as he unlocked it.

"Assholes!" Cartman cried as he entered the room, "ahh hell, it smells like someone jizzed all over the room."

"That's 'cause we did..." Kenny replied with a smirk. Butters rolled his eyes. Kyle wrinkled his nose and Stan flopped on the bed,

"We need food."

"Pizza's in the fridge," Kyle mumbled in a yawn as he laid on the bed next to Stan. The raven-haired boy pulled him close and tightened his arms around him lovingly.

"Did you guys fuck on my bed?" Cartman asked angrily. Butters bit his cheek and looked to Kenny. The dark blonde shrugged his shoulders and smiled angelically as he patted Butters' butt and nodded his head toward the bathroom.

"Sick! Fuckin' weak!" Stan yelped as Cartman grabbed his ankles and pulled him off the bed; Kyle followed with. "You're sleeping there now. I'm not layin' where faggotry has been had."

"Cartman, we fucked on this bed last night..."

"Jesus! You're all sick! Fuck me twice, God...!"

"I would, but I'm worn ou-"

"Not literally, asshole!" Cartman shouted at Kenny, who beamed brightly as he closed the door to the bathroom and grinned at Butters who was already running the shower.

By the time they got out of the shower Cartman had fallen asleep sprawled all over the bed while Stan and Kyle were making out as they abandoned their movie and pizza. Kenny nudged Stan's leg over as he and Butters curled up in the bed, under the covers the other two were laying on.

"I think we're too open with each other," Butters mumbled as Stan shifted slightly, his leg rested next to Butters and Kenny looked at him momentarily before he shrugged. He heard Kyle laugh a little and decided Butters was probably right but it didn't really matter because this was all completely normal to Kenny. It's not like he wasn't ever in the same bed when they had sex; making out was nothing after that.

"It's okay," Kenny mumbled as he took Butters' hand in his and rested his head on his shoulder. The bright blonde secured his arm around Kenny's back and held him close as he closed his eyes. His fingers drummed delicately over his skin and he felt Kenny's breath ghost over his neck as he curled up comfortably around Butters. They fit together no matter how they slept, and it was the moments that Kenny let Butters hold him that he loved the most; although he did love feeling protected in Kenny's arms. "Maybe they'll let us join in," he teased, earning a kick from Stan. Butters giggled and pressed his lips to Kenny's forehead. The taller boy smiled and made a contented sound as he closed his eyes and nuzzled his head on Butters' chest.

His body was lulled to sleep by the gentle caresses on his skin and through his hair that he was sure Butters was doing on purpose. He was near delirium from lack of sleep and Butters was just so warm and comfortable as he touched him innocently.

"We're s'posed to talk," Kenny mumbled feebly against Butters' tank top. He felt his chest rise and fall and listened to his calm heartbeat. When Butters ran his hand down Kenny's back, he felt himself twitch and arch slightly into the touch, which caused the bright blonde beneath him to hum with quiet laughter.

"Just sleep, Ken."

"Don' wanna," he fussed but felt his mind begin to shut down and his heavy eyes suddenly felt lighter. Butters' nails grazed over his back comfortingly and the foggy warmth of sleep overcame him.

"I got you," Butters whispered as he heard Kenny's breath even out, slow and deep. His muscles went slack and his brow unfurrowed, "you can sleep. You're safe in my arms." He finished, knowing Kenny wasn't quite fully asleep yet, although he definitely wouldn't respond. After a moment's pause, the normal twitch in his right leg and the quiet snuffles of his breath told him he was fast asleep. And from his warmth and the fact he could feel Kenny tucked against him as if he were the missing part of Butters, he closed his eyes as he nestled in the blankets and pillows.

---

"Well, you're gonna have to wake him sometime..." Stan announced to Butters the next day as he slipped on a button-up plaid shirt. Butters sighed heavily as he looked at small lump burrowed in heaps of blankets, then turned to Stan and shook his head.

"He's just too cute to wake up," Butters murmured fondly as he buckled his white belt with rainbow studs. Kyle eyed it momentarily, then gave a thumbs up as he ran his hands through his curls. "Plus he hasn't been sleeping."

"Yeah, but it's 3:30 in the afternoon," Kyle answered as his eyes settled on the unmoving lump in the bed.

"But he's sleepy!" Butters pouted with a grin as he wriggled into a v-neck grey shirt. Cartman rolled his eyes, got up from his bed where he had been scrolling through his iPhone, and, before anyone understood what he was doing, let one rip next to Kenny's head. "Eric!" Butters cried in shock, Kyle pulled his shirt over his nose and Stan ran into the bathroom to grab his cologne to spray.

"I got more where that came from if you don't get up, po' boy!"

A quiet, muffled groan of agony came from the blankets and Butters watched in slight amusement as Kenny wriggled down the bed, away from Cartman, and deeper into the blankets so he didn't have to smell it. Kyle beckoned Cartman to stop and silently approached the curled up form.

Kenny shouted from under the covers as Kyle grabbed him and pulled as hard as he could to get him off the bed. The redhead yelped when he lost his footing, and toppled over with Kenny stuck in the blankets, blind, and screaming.

"Get me outta here!" He exclaimed, fighting against the comforters and sheets as he tried to claw his way out. Kyle laughed, pinned to the ground from his weight, and hit his head on the floor as he chortled hysterically. He bunched the corners of the blanket together as Kenny flailed to find a way out. His face pressed tightly against the blankets and Kyle pushed his head away as he saw his eyes blink as imprints in the sheets. "I'm awake, Jesus, it's hot in here and I'm gonna die!"

"Okay, okay, let him out!" Butters said; he didn't want him to suffocate. Kyle sighed and let go of the corners, then pulled them away. Kenny popped his head out of the mess and stuck his tongue out as if that simple action conveyed every word he would say. Kyle rolled his eyes but smiled as he shoved Kenny.

"Good morning, sunshine," Kyle mumbled as he finally stood up once again. Kenny yawned dramatically and turned on his stomach, pulling the blankets over him again.

"Wake me in three hours," he said with a groggy voice. Butters knelt down on the floor and put his arm on his shoulder.

"But we're supposed to waste time together," he half-whined. Kenny's vivid blue eyes blinked slowly as he stared up at Butters; he hated when he did that."Up, mister!"

Kenny groaned and sat up with sleep mussed hair and an innocent expression as he rubbed his bleary eyes. He had a crease on his cheek from the pillow, to which Butters chuckled and rubbed his thumb over. "Did you sleep well?" Kenny nodded and stood up, knees cracking the process. Stan grimaced at the sound, and Kenny bent backwards as he popped the bones in his back; it sounded as if a machine gun had sounded.

"Where are we going?" He asked after he reappeared from the bathroom, dressed and refreshed. All eyes looked to Cartman, who shrugged.

"There's nothing to fucking do in Nebraska, I'm telling you!" He cried as Kyle grabbed the hotel key and his wallet. "I mean my cousins and I went to a creepy ass park in Omaha but that's 'cause we were ghost busting. That's the coolest thing you can do here."

"Let's do that!" Kenny chirped, Butters eyed him warily.

"I don't really wanna..." Butters trailed off.

"There's like a family of albinos there and they shoot at you, and there's these steps that you miscount all the time, and then at the bottom of the steps is an old gazebo where all these satanists and cult people go to do animal sacrifices. We saw 'em. And the trees are all bent 'cause people would do lynchings-"

"Bullshit," Kyle interrupted with his eyebrows raised. Butters noticed he was wearing his glasses today.

"No I'm seriously! We even went down the devil's slide!" Stan looked at him skeptically, "it's a steep dirt slide-ish thing that goes down a cliff. We went sledding on it one Christmas when we came to visit some family in Omaha. But a lot of people jump there." Butters shivered and Kenny took his hand and smiled at him reassuringly. That smile seemed to calm him, so he nestled closer to the taller boy.

"What's it called?" Kenny asked as they finally reached the lobby.

"Hummel Park, it's in the ghetto part of Omaha, go fuckin' figure..."

"Omaha has a ghetto?" Stan asked, a man and woman eyed him darkly as they walked by.

"Think of it as mini-Denver." Kenny snorted as he closed the door to their room and followed his friends down the hall. Butters remained hugged at his side as they made their way to the stairs.

"Are we actually going to that park?" The redhead asked as they approached his car. He tossed the keys to Kenny, who stared at him incredulously. "You drive."

"You want me to drive your baby?" Kyle shrugged and got into the passenger seat.

"Yes, we're going to that fucking park!" Cartman exclaimed as he got in the back. The driver's side lowered considerably, Kenny snickered. Butters hopped into the middle and grinned as Stan sat next to him. The dark blonde gave Kyle a quizzical look that was met with a nod.

"So... what do I do first?" Kenny asked jokingly, Kyle rolled his eyes as he attached his iPod to the auxiliary cord. Cage the Elephant played quietly as Kenny drove out of the parking lot.

By the time Kenny had driven onto the main street to take them throughout Lincoln, Kyle was white-knuckling the handle. He looked at him curiously for a brief moment but turned his attention to the car next to him that decided he had enough room to cut in front of him. Kenny flipped him off and Kyle had lifted himself from his seat in fear.

"Fucking crazy ass drivers!" Kenny cried, "Jesus, you're not getting there any faster, dildo fucker!" He yelled, although the windows were all up and the only ones who could hear him were his friends; who were all laughing. He grumbled quietly to himself with one hand on the wheel.

"What was that...?" Kyle asked as they exited city limits and were nearing the exit to the interstate.

"They're the worst fucking drivers I've ever seen! Did you not see us almost die?!" Kenny cried, Butters was laughing quietly in his sleeve and Stan was grinning as he watched his fiancee and Kenny banter. "And your get-up is too jerky, I don't like it."

"There's a turbo, I'm surprised you're not all over that."

"I'd be all over that if it wasn't so jerky."

"You're putting too much on the gas, I'm not a lead-foot."

"Neither am I!" Kyle snorted and Kenny grumbled quietly again as he veered onto the interstate. "I just haven't driven a car in awhile."

"Boooooooored!" Cartman yelled as he threw his empty Mountain Dew bottle at Kyle, who chucked it right back at him. Stan and Butters were looking at pictures on Stan's phone that were several years old. Right now Butters really appreciated how calm Stan was; especially since he was nervous and a little scared of going to that park Cartman spoke about. He knew it was all probably just made up stuff to scare him but he also thought certain scenes in "Harry Potter" were scary. They all knew this and Stan was probably just trying to make him feel better, especially since Kenny couldn't right now.

"Kyle..." Kenny said as he heard the next song play. He raised his eyebrows and the redhead just gave him a look, "since when do you listen to Lady Gaga?"

"This one isn't so bad, besides we all know Cartman loves her and Britney Spears, remember when he-"

"Ey! You shut your fat Jew mouth!"

"My mouth's not fat, fatass!" Kyle yelled.

"I wanna just dance but he took me home instead
Uh oh, there was a monster in my bed..." Kenny sang, interrupting their quarrel. He grinned and Kyle looked at him suspiciously yet smiled nonetheless.

"At least I don't know the lyrics," Kyle quipped as Kenny jammed out to himself. He was wiggling around a little in the seat as he sang for only him to hear. Stan raised an eyebrow as he looked to Butters, who shrugged. They both fell in quiet laughter only they understood.

"Hey, Karen's on the dance team, they love them some Lady Gaga. It's not my fault I help her practice."

"You actually help her?" Kyle asked, more impressed than anything, Kenny nodded. "Aww..."

"Shaddup," The dark blonde grumbled as he wiped his brow; even with the air conditioning he was still sweating buckets. His shirt clung to him uncomfortably and he was getting tired of wearing cutoff jeans; mostly because people could see his blinding white legs. At least Kyle could tan; he swore he was more ginger than the boy next to him. "It doesn't explain why you have Gaga on your iPod."

"We all have that guilty pleasure artist we listen to, mine just happens to be Lady Gaga," Kyle grumbled with a slight pink tone to his cheeks. Then again, he could be hot as well. Though Kyle was usually cold. He was known to wear hoodies in the summer and he still felt cold to the touch.

"If I told you mine you'd probably kill me, Kenny." Stan admitted. Kenny looked at the raven-haired boy through the mirror.

"Nah... only maim," he replied, slightly relieved as Kyle skipped the song and slightly bopped his head as the beginning riffs of Blink 182's "Easy Target" filled the car.

"My guilty pleasure song is "Tom Sawyer" by Rush."

"Get out of the fucking car." Kenny blurted, there was no trace of a smile on his face although he was slightly kidding. Slightly.

"I know we both agreed we could never listen to Rush but... have you heard that song?" Stan pushed, "it's actually kind of decent!" Kenny scoffed and shook his head.

"If a dying cat heard that man's voice its ears would fucking bleed, they need to go back to fucking Canada. Besides, they're just a rip-off of Styx. And Styx isn't that good of a band but fucking "Renegade"; that song kicks "Tom Sawyer"'s ass and sends it to hell. Y'know, I'm sure they play Rush in the 9th layer of hell." Stan scoffed and Butters looked between them with a growing smile.

"I thought Styx came after Rush..."

"No, fucktard," Cartman grumbled as he looked to Stan, who looked slightly embarrassed to be musically "told" by none other than Cartman. Kenny gave a nod. "And I guess my guilty pleasure is Lady Gaga and Britney Spears."

"Surprise there..." Kyle commented with a scoff.

"But my guilty pleasure singer is probably Beyonce, if I had to choose." Stan admitted quietly. Butters patted his shoulder and looked through his iPod. He had no clue who his "guilty pleasure" artist would be; he wasn't embarrassed about any of the music he listened. Except... he felt his cheeks flush as he read the artist between Amanda Palmer and Arctic Monkeys.

"My guilty pleasure band is..." Butters trailed off; he was sure his cheeks were brighter than strawberries. Stan looked at him feeling equally embarrassed because he had confessed to liking a Rush song. "Aqua."

"No..." Kyle trailed off as he turned around to face Butters. The three boys in the back heard a smack and Kyle squeaked as Kenny smacked his bottom.

"Couldn't help myself, it's so big..." Kenny mumbled with a smirk. "Like a globe." Stan grinned at the boy in front and Kyle rolled his eyes as he looked to Butters.

"Like, "I'm a Barbie Girl" Aqua?" Cartman asked incredulously as he eyed Butters. The blonde nodded and lowered his head.

"I listened to a couple of their songs," Stan said with a reassuring smile, Kyle's jaw dropped, "I'm not saying I liked it..."

"Yeah! I mean, it's just... catchy. Like that annoying "Call Me Maybe" song."

"Exactly!" Stan exclaimed.

"Well then..." Kenny said, eyes meeting Butters' in the mirror, "guess I won't be judged when I say my guilty pleasure artist is KeSha."

"Siiiiiiick," Cartman cried, Stan raised an eyebrow at Kenny, who stuck out his tongue.

"Well you have a little sister-"

"Fuck that, Karen listens to post-hardcore and classic rock."

"What the hell is post-hardcore?" Kyle asked, "I thought it was just hardcore..."

"Like... Escape The Fate and A Skylit Drive. But her favorite band was Flyleaf, but now I think it's The Summer Set or Mayday Parade. She also is impartial to Kansas."

"That's because she watches "Supernatural"," Kyle replied, "God, I remember every Tuesday you two and Ike hogged the TV, it was awful."

"C'mon, you liked it too! That eye candy... you don't like 'em too tall though," Kyle rolled his eyes and Kenny smirked. "But anyway, if my sister knew I listened to pop she'd try to beat the shit outta me, I'm sure." Everyone tried imagining Karen attempting to even hurt Kenny; laughter and chuckles filled the car. Kenny figured she'd probably just cling to him and kick until she hit the back of his knee. It's what she usually did, anyway. In the end it turned into a play fight rather than her actually trying to hurt him.

"I still think Rush is worse than Aqua though," Cartman said; much to Butters' surprise.

"Yeah, Rush is the lowest of the low, you have lost my respect, dear friend," Kenny said with a pout as he turned onto the exit for I-680. "God, Nebraska fucking sucks..."

As they drove into Omaha they realized Cartman was right; it was like a mini Denver. Kenny was slightly surprised at the amount of people and business; he always thought Nebraska was desolate. He would still hate being here for more than a couple of days; he didn't understand how Cartman could spend half of a summer there.

The traffic in Omaha was worse than in Lincoln except there weren't crazy drivers or stupid one-way streets that were confusing as fuck. Everyone pretty much just stayed in their lane, except he could read the lips of the person in the car behind him; he figured he deserved to know what they were talking about since they were so close to him.

"Ugh, it smells like shit..." Stan said as he wrinkled his nose.

"There's a dog food plant somewhere around here I think," Cartman replied, "all them chicken bones and fat and shit."

"Ew..." Butters whined as he pinched his nose shut, "that's so gross."

"Ky, tell me where to go," Kenny said as he continued on the road.

"Uh... you'll take Exit 13." Kyle replied as he read the map, "that's about two miles away." Kenny nodded and took the ramp a couple minutes later. After nearly missing the road, driving through the neighborhood, each of them felt a little like they were driving in a miniature Five Points, they found themselves at the entrance of a long, within a completed wooded area.

"People are murdered here all the time," Cartman announced nonchalantly.

"Shut up, dude!" Stan cried as he took Butters' hand. The bright blonde closed his eyes and burrowed into his arm; he didn't want to look. He didn't want to see a dead body or anything gross or scary.

"It's really kind of pretty..." Kyle murmured as he looked at the bending trees that loomed over the car, looking almost as if it were reaching for them. Kenny nodded as he kept on the small road.

"You could so get away with murder here," he mumbled, "which way do I turn, Eric?"

"Take a right, it'll take us to the satanic pavilion. Then we'll go to the Devil's Slide."

All was quiet and Butters finally decided to open his eyes. As he looked around at the lush green trees and wave after wave of hill and cliff, he realized it was a hidden gem, although slightly terrifying. He could see the appeal for both a family gathering and a mass murder; and that's what scared him even more.

Kenny parked the car and locked it twice, for Kyle's approval, then tossed him the keys. Cartman led the group down a small hill, Butters tripped twice and Kenny kept a tight hold on him, to another steep hill. Except, as he looked closer, he realized there were old, cracked, and weathered stairs that led down; and tons of them. He could easily see how they were miscounted.

"The number changes every time, go ahead, try it." Cartman said. Stan rolled his eyes and ran down quickly, not bothering to count. Yet Kyle took his sweet time and counted every step, broken, separated, and barely there. Kenny watched Cartman watch him with a sadistic smirk and he rolled his eyes.

"You okay?" He whispered to Butters, who nodded yet hugged tighter to him.

"I just don't want there to be any satanists or nothin', y'know?" Kenny chuckled and nodded as he looped his index finger in one of the belt loops on Butters' jeans.

"There's not gonna be any satanists or animal sacrifices, Cartman's just full of shit. Except those trees at the entrance could have definitely seen some lynchings." Butters nodded dismally and tried to hide in Kenny's arms. "Think of this as an adventure!" Kenny chirped, hopping down the last three steps. Butters jumped with him and laughed a little as they joined Stan, who stared at the pavilion. He looked at Kenny a little nervously yet smiled as they approached.

"Scared?" Kenny teased, glancing back momentarily. Kyle wasn't even halfway down; he rolled his eyes. Of course he was going to as precise as possible. Stan followed his gaze and couldn't help but chuckle as he watched his fiance yell at Cartman, who had interrupted his count once again.

"What was I at, fucker?!" Kyle shouted, a large bird flew from a tree, as if the redhead had disturbed its peace.

"I dunno, Jew." Cartman replied smugly. Stan rolled his eyes.

"You were at 153," he called. Kyle smiled thankfully at him and continued his slow, almost tip-toe, walk down the stairs. "It's just 'cause they're broken, some stairs you can't even see til you go up 'em." Kenny nodded and looked to the pavilion. Butters felt dread course through him as he caught where he was looking; he really didn't want to go in there and see blood and bones and...

"You scared?" Kenny asked Stan again, who guffawed and shook his head as he pocketed his hands.

"Nah, I'm just looking at it. I bet a lot of people had family outings here before it went all creepy."

"It's not that bad," Kenny replied, "in the daytime, I mean. I wouldn't wanna be out here after like 5, except if I was ghostbustin' or something." Stan laughed with him and nodded; Butters loathed that idea. They weren't going to stay that long and he wouldn't let Kenny do anything stupid, either. He couldn't risk it. "C'mon, they're gonna take another fifteen minutes, something's gotta be down there. You've gotta be a little curious," he pushed Stan, who nodded. It wasn't usually Kenny who pressured anyone to do anything. He was just the one who tagged along. Butters could tell he really wanted to do this though, so he'd go with, just to make him feel better.

"I'm gonna... wait for Ky, I think. You guys can go on ahead."

"Chicken!" Kenny teased as he ran toward the pavilion. Butters pulled back on his arm nervously as they approached. Kenny laughed as he stepped on the cement picnic area and smiled lovingly at Butters. "See, there's nothing, no blood, no satanists, no sigils... just graffiti and-"

Kenny was interrupted by the sound of something heavy cracking. He looked up slowly and Stan quickly ran toward them. He tilted his head curiously and Butters suddenly cried out as a piece of... something, possibly foundation, fell from the ceiling. Kenny pushed him out of the way as the chunk fell on his head, knocking him down and out. Butters lost his balance, his fingers still interlocked with Kenny's, and fell under the sudden force of him falling and the shock of being pushed. He yelped as his head hit the corner of a column, and felt himself falling as everything went black. The last thing he heard was Stan screaming.

Butters opened his eyes and blinked as everything was white. Was this the park? Had he gone blind? Was he dreaming? He felt dread course through him as his last question ran through his mind; was he... dead?

He didn't see Stan, Kyle, or Cartman anywhere. Kenny wasn't next to him, and as he looked around slowly, he realized he was completely alone. It looked similar to the gazebo and the park but it was all chrome and pure white, almost blinding. He was confused, he was scared.

"Yes, no, yes, and no." He heard that ever-familiar voice and smiled as he turned around. He cried out in fear, however, when it was in fact, not Kenny. Except... as he peered closer, it was. Kind of.

The person sitting across from him wore a yellow cloak with the hood pulled up. Yellow eyes glowed and golden blonde hair peeked from underneath the hood. A smirk pulled on those familiar lips and he was lean, so lean it was almost scary. Only he looked... different. Not older but... wiser. Calmer. At peace.

Not to mention he had wings.

"K-Kenny?" He asked, the boy in front of him smiled and shrugged.

"Yes... and no."

"Is that all you can say?" Slightly!Kenny laughed, a rich, heart-warming laugh that seemed to ease all of Butters' fears. As if he had just answered all of his questions and proved to him everything would be okay.

"No, I don't have much time. I'm not the Kenny you know yet I'm the part of Kenny that can't die. The curse."

"Whoa, so you're your own kind of person." Butters murmured as he reached out to the boy. The Kenny before him took his hand and set it on his own knee, away from him.

"Not... really. But for your sake just look at it like that, it's too complicated."

"So... if you're not really Kenny... where is he?"

"He's dead, I'm working on bringing him back."

"Don't you have to be there for that?" He shook his head and smiled happily, innocently at Butters. He realized, at this point, that this was the Kenny he had seen when he had first returned. All of his ages seemed to be represented in his face, in his figure, and stature. He looked both incredibly young and ancient at the same time, and it hurt to attempt to understand. Right now he looked younger. "So am I dead?"

"No, you wouldn't have even fallen unconscious but I needed to talk to you."

"So you can control me getting hurt and dying too?"

"It's complicated. There's a lot no one understands and I cannot explain it. What you need to know is that you are safe and you will be waking up shortly. I just haven't had an opportunity because you haven't been around when Kenny has been initially hurt to make the contact."

"...oh..." Butters trailed off as he scrubbed a hand through his hair to try to comprehend this. He didn't. At all. This was like and episode of "Supernatural" gone wrong.

"Are you aware of the next ruler of the Mythos dimension?"

"Huh?"

"The right immortal?" Butters shrugged his shoulders then gave a slow nod as he gazed at Death. He didn't understand at all. That's what he'd call him; he wasn't entirely Kenny, although he was, but it didn't feel right to use that same name. Death would have to do. "The Cult of Cthylla has found their cursed one, just like Kenny is the Cult of Cthulhu's cursed one. Only..."

"Wait, so do cults and satanists really meet here?!" Butters cried as he flailed his arms, gesturing to their surroundings. Death grimaced, then his lips pulled upward, and he nodded.

"When you wake up you and your friends will want to leave, the Cult of Hastur is meeting at 7:00."

"So... Hastur is... who?"

"The Unspeakable One, The King in Yellow. He is... the end to Cthulhu and his sister and their reign of darkness."

"That thing has a sister?!"

"She's such a fucking bitch." Butters couldn't help but laugh; that time he heard Kenny completely. He knew then that this was real and wasn't some part of his twisted imagination. Although, it could easily be. Crazy ran in his genes, after all. "Kenny is the end to Cthulhu. Hastur's cult may have killed him, but your friends severely weakened him years ago. From Kenny's aging and growing to deal with his... abilities-"

"Abilities? Is he like psychic?" Death shook his head.

"All in time, Leopold." The fact Death knew his name was highly unsettling. Then again, Death's persona was the love of his life, so it seemed logical that Death himself would know who he was. "Learning to deal with his abilities, and even just growing into them, ultimately ended Cthulhu. The cult of Hastur's cursed one is the one who actually killed Cthulhu, however. You see... Kenny was cursed upon his conception, during the blue moon that occurred. It was the only time the spell would work. Her being the mother of the cursed one had been prophesied nearly five hundred years ago. Think of this like... Harry Potter. Kenny is... well he's kind of like Snape. Only he really plays for the good guys but was cursed by the bad guys. They cursed Kenny into getting rid of their nemesis, and would make Kenny the vessel of Cthulhu's biggest enemy... only things didn't go to plan. Kenny was to die and stay dead as an infant, killing Cthulhu's enemy. They messed up the spell with an ingredient. In the end it was the Cult of Hastur's cursed one who ended Cthulhu."

"But I thought-"

"It wasn't Kenny's task to bear. He has his own."

"And that is...?" Death sighed heavily and looked to Butters with a sad smile.

"I'm sorry, I cannot say."

"So... who is Hastur?" Butters furrowed his eyebrows as Death's lips curled.

"Hastur is among the Elder Gods, he is Cthulhu's half brother. However, Hastur was not made in such a way. He is amorphous, and usually resides in the vessel of a human due to one of his forms being a humanoid. It's just... easier."

"So... then what does Kenny have to do with Hastur?" Death laughed a barking laugh and his smile seemed to be slightly condescending. Yet Butters knew deep down it was genuine; though that look in his eye told him otherwise. "What is Kenny?"

"Kenny was conceived at one of the Cthulhu meetings; both of his parents drank heavily that night... but neither of them knew their drinks were a spell. When they heard of her pregnancy they put his mother in a hypnotic state and carried out a blood ritual, ultimately cursing Kenny. Only they didn't realize they used the wrong spell until it was too late."

"What was the spell?" Butters asked, unsure if he believed all of this could truly happen. Then again, it was South Park; anything could happen. He had seen some of the weirdest, most unexplainable phenomenons.

"It was a spell that made him into a vessel, and upon two weeks of being alive, he would die. Well, he did die, but they missed the angel blood with the blood of the dead and ended up making him be reborn rather than... dead."

"A-angel blood?" Butters squeaked, Death nodded.

"And the feather from the wing of the guardian. It also contained a hair from Cthulhu, making him, ultimately, of... relations to him."

"This is fucked up..." Butters murmured. Death smirked and nodded as he bent his knees to his chest, just like Kenny did. Butters could see tattered jeans, similar to the ones Kenny usually wore, and blinked as the grey cloak faded to a light orange. "So... can I ask a couple questions?" Death nodded and rested his chin on his hands as he gazed almost excitedly at Butters. "Why Death?"

"What...?"

"Why did Kenny have to become Death... you?"

The roar of laughter from Death himself was a slap to the face, in Butters' opinion. He glared with fiery blue eyes as the boy who looked like Kenny fell on his back and clutched his side as hysterical giggles overcame him. It wasn't that funny at all; in fact Butters hated thinking about it.

"The fuck?!" he finally cried, voice high from laughing, "Is that what you idiots came up with?"

"Hey!" Butters cried, blushing a little as he nodded, "it took me three months of research to come up with that conclusion, Death!"

"Leopold, I'm not Death. Kenny isn't Death. Death can only be personified by the ones who have been born with the reaper gene. Or if they were cursed, such as the cursed one of Cthylla."

"Waitwhat." Butters gushed. His eye twitched and his jaw went slack as he looked at the grinning entity. His teeth were even sharper than Kenny's canines; perhaps that's where he got it. "Kenny isn't Death?!" Butters felt relief course through him, until another question was brought to the foreground of his mind. "But if he isn't Death... why does he die all the time?"

"The guardian feather and angel within him was of Haniel."

"Who?"

"Haniel... the angel of life. That was the mistake they made that night." Butters furrowed his eyebrows, "Kenny is the exact opposite of Death. If he were Death he would have died two weeks after he was born and remained dead; that's the first time he died, Leopold. You never would have known him. If he were Death he would be roaming the Earth stuck in the form of an infant who had the knowledge of the entire universe in his mind, killing everyone. Once Death dies, Death stays dead. Forever, unable to move to the afterlife until the next person with reaper blood is born."

"So the Cult of Hastur's cursed one killed Death... and Cthulhu...?" Butters trailed off slowly as his mind began to whir to put the pieces together. "And if he's not Death... what is he?" The blonde before him looked up with those baby blues that twinkled with endless mirth, endless innocence.

"Life."

It all made sense. The reason for his resurrections. His love for children. His near-invincibility. His wish to preserve the innocence of the world. Because all life is is... rebirth. Renewal. Purity. Everything that existed within Kenny because he was so, inhumanly pure. No matter how tainted and perverted his thoughts were he was pure of soul, pure of heart. Innocent.

Perhaps it's why the rape continued to effect him. Because his soul felt dirty. His body felt used. Perhaps that's why he loved so much and opened himself to everyone who touched his heart. Perhaps... no, it had to be. It made too much sense. Total sense.

Butters smiled softly as he looked at Life with new eyes.

"Kenny is Life," he murmured quietly, earning a nod and an angelic smile. "You're life... you exist to allow everything else to exist. You..." he trailed off, "is the cursed one of Hastur a reaper?" Life gave another nod. "And Death will kill Life." Yet another nod. "So... Kenny will die for good one day?"

"All things must come to an end, but, Leopold, there will always be Life. Another person will be afflicted with his curse. Or blessing, depending on how you look at it."

"His children...?" He remembered Kenny posing that question. Life furrowed his eyebrows.

"You realize you can't get pregnant, right? I mean I'm not that awesome." Butters blushed darkly and shook his head.

"Jesus..." he trailed off, "not me. Wait, what do you know about us? Never mind, answer my first question first. If Kenny had children, would they have his curse?"

"Possibly. It would be in their blood but it depends on their soul. The reason you couldn't research his curse is because only the Cult of Legions is aware of the information. The Cult of Legions initiated the spell and curse. They always do. They're considered the Elders of the Cults. Your research was on the "Necronomicon", the book of the dead. Yet Kenny's curse and Kenny himself isn't written about in the "Necronomicon". Kenny's written of in the "Bios" rather than "Mythos". Kenny's enemy is The Necromancer, the name of the cursed one of Cthylla, and Cthulhu. Kenny himself is The Vitamancer. I assure you, when you have the time, Google it. You'll find information about both of those a lot easier than trying to find the "Bios" and "Necronomicon"." Life chirruped almost excitedly. Butters couldn't help but smile. Everything about him radiated innocence, it was hypnotizing.

"Okay, that makes a lot of sense... now, what do you know about us?"

"All I know is you two really fucked things up. I mean, Fate always changes and nothing is set in stone but... you weren't supposed to be friends. You weren't supposed to be... lovers. Not now, at least."

"Huh?" Life sighed heavily.

"Obviously, there are other dimensions. Other lives, other incarnates. You two, everyone you know, continue to exist, reincarnation is real. You all come back to life, you're all in each others' lives, somehow. In one life, in another dimension, you and Kenny hate each other. In another, that exists in the past, he was your servant and died to protect you even though you were abusive. But... what I'm trying to say is your lives are always connected, somehow. Just like Kyle and Stan's, and even Kyle and Cartman's. You're all connected. You all exist together. You have past stories, past lives, future lives, and in this particular life you both screwed things up."

"H-how?"

"He wasn't supposed to go to Hawaii with you."

Butters' eyes widened. "The only reason he went is because you were behaving irrationally. If he hadn't gone he would have continued to resent you. He was always nice to you but that's all he'd be; nice. You were supposed to die last year."

"Wait... what?!"

"Suicide. It was tragic, really sad. But... apparently you two decided to go all buddy buddy and mess up your time lines. Not that... it's a bad thing, I'm very happy you're alive. It's just... all of the other time lines are being altered to fit this change. Fate works in mysterious ways though, and I'm fairly sure she had this up her sleeve for awhile."

"Wait, Fate is a... an entity? A girl?"

"So is Karma... but she's a real bitch so I don't talk to her much," Life winked and poked his tongue out slightly. Butters rolled his eyes. "I probably shouldn't be telling you this. But... I think you deserve to know."

"Is that why... why Kenny's mom died?" Life shook his head and grimaced.

"That was the work of Cthulhu's sister Cthylla in revenge for her brother's weakening. Her death wasn't supposed be for another twenty-five years. But... it's all in Fate's hands. Destiny works her magic though, too. But losing Carol McCormick severely altered the time line as well." Butters felt squeamish.

So... were he and Kenny wrong? Is that why he had that sense of impending doom sometimes? That wasn't fair to them; it's just how their lives played out, it's not like they knew Fate and Karma and Destiny actually lived to control their lives. It wasn't fair; it was like playing God. Or Sims.

"Oh my God... I'm a Sim..." Life chuckled and shook his head as he gazed affectionately at Butters.

"Nah, ultimately your life is your choice, only you have the ability to change your destiny. And I'm personally glad you did. Kenny's needed a happy ending. So have you." Butters looked at him curiously. "In one life you were persecuted in the witch trials and skinned and burned."

"Ew! Stop!" Butters cringed and hugged himself; he swore his skin prickled and he squirmed uncomfortably. "So... do things end up happy? For us... in this life?"

"Like I said... it's in Fate's hands. But... the odds are in your favor right now, Leopold. Besides... I want you to look at yourself, very closely." Butters furrowed his eyebrows but looked down. He saw nothing, only his clothes, his shoes, his arms, his hand; nothing was out of the ordinary. "Closer." Butters rolled his eyes but concentrated on seeing what may or may not be there. He jumped in alarm when seeing a red line tied around his ankle and pulled at it. Life just shook his head and stood up. Butters followed the string and felt his lip tremble when seeing it tied to his companion's ankle as well. "You two.. are kismet, Leopold Stotch. In this time, or any other times, you are destined. As friends, as enemies, you are soul mates."

"W-what...?" he trailed off in shock as he looked to the string. Could that be true? He knew the red string of fate theory yet he never truly believed in the idea of soul mates. But... Kenny was different. Kenny was and always would be different to him. They had been hell and back and they still stood strong together, even in other lives, apparently. And if he didn't believe that, then he had to believe in the glowing red string connecting them eternally. Butters felt his heart warm and he smiled at Life, who beamed at him.

"Do you have any other questions?" He asked quietly, looking at his wrist as if gesturing time was running short. Butters sighed softly.

"When... how long does Kenny have?" Blue eyes met his and the smile faltered slightly.

"That, my dear one, I cannot tell you."

"It's in Fate's hands... blah blah blah..." Life grinned and nodded enthusiastically.

"However, I can tell you that right now... I see a lot of good things happening. With your family as well as his. You have a lot to see and do, the two of you, and I will be working my ass off dragging his death-prone ass outta the eighth layer of hell."

"Is that where he is?" Butters laughed a little. Life shook his head.

"Not this time, he's just over there..." he turned and pointed to the empty void, where there was nothing. Life sighed heavily and held up a finger. "Give me a minute... I dragged him out of..." he paused, "limbo. I've always wanted to see if this would happen..."

"Wait!" Butters cried as Life prepared to snap his fingers, something Kenny couldn't do. Yellow eyes fell on him curiously, "thank you... for this. It really... helped me understand and know what's really happening. And... I love you, for what you do. For what you've done for me and everyone else." Life blushed a little and pulled up his cloak hood as he shrugged.

"Ahh... it's nothin'..." he mumbled bashfully, "just my job. But... thanks. I love you too." He snapped his fingers and the area began rumble as the white surroundings faded to black.

"One more question!" Butters cried as Life began to fade away. He looked at him, slightly afraid, as a glowing mist began to form where he had previously pointed. "What's your name?!" Life grinned toothily and pulled his hood. For a brief moment, Butters saw razor-sharp pointed teeth. His eyes then looked closer at the lining of his hood and saw it was yellow.

Excruciating pain began to throb in his temple and suddenly he couldn't see a thing. He felt arms on him, shaking him, and voices, unidentified, calling to him, begging and screaming. He was blind, in total darkness, and he was scared. Yet as his body was filled with prickling pain and his temple ached agonizingly, he heard a whisper in his ear, full of innocence and what Butters could recognize as his new... friend.

"They call me The Unspeakable One," his voice echoed. "But I call myself The King in Yellow."

Hastur. He was Hastur. Not Life; life kept him here. He was cursed with it; but that was not him. He was... Kenny was- is- Hastur.

Butters screamed as he felt himself fall into the darkness.

"Butters! Butters!"

"BUTTERS!"

The bright blonde jerked and his eyes snapped open in fear. He pulled away from the assaulting volume and stared into grey-blue eyes that were welled with tears. Black hair fell slightly in the way and as the person pulled away he realized it was Stan.

Stan.

That meant he was awake.

"Ky! Butters is awake!" Stan cried happily and rubbed at his eyes before he pulled him in a tight embrace. "Jesus, you had me scared!" Butters blushed and felt Stan rub his back soothingly.

"I-I'm sorry, I don't know what... what happened..."

"This chunk of cement fell and it Kenny and you went down with it. Scary as shit, you even stopped breathing. Kyle did CPR." Butters' eyes widened as Stan finally pulled himself away. "How are you feeling?"

"My head hurts..." Butters mumbled, slowly sitting up. He clutched his pounding head and grimaced in slight pain.

"You might have a concussion..." he trailed off, "you got a nasty little bump right there..." Stan pointed to his forehead. Butters shrugged and looked to where Kyle was.

"Is Kenny okay?" He asked calmly, something kept him from freaking out. He felt tranquil and honestly he thought it felt lovely. Stan shrugged his shoulders and took him over to where Kenny lay. Blood oozed from his head and he looked at peace, as if he were sleeping.

"He won't wake up but he's breathing." Butters knelt down beside him and smiled softly at Kyle, before he put his mouth to Kenny's ear.

"Hastur... wake him up." Butters put his hand on Kenny's chest and watched with a knowing smile as he heaved a deep breath and his eyes opened in fear. He looked around wildly, then groaned in pain as he clutched his head.

"The fuck?" He trailed off... Butters smirked at him and took his hand. Kyle ran to his other side and asked him a series of questions that caused Kenny to only answer sarcastically."I'm fine, I'm fine..." he reassured as Stan helped him stand. Kenny grunted as Butters squeezed him tightly in a hug, one that seemed to take all of the air from his lungs, except he didn't mind. In fact, he lowered his bleeding head onto Butters and pressed his nose in his hair; the faint smell of flowers and mint filled his nose and he held Butters tighter.

"I'm glad you're okay, I'm sorry you got hurt," Kenny whispered as their fingers looped together. Butters couldn't help but notice how perfect their hands fit. He just smiled as met Kenny's eyes; he saw the worry lined in his eyebrows and glimmering with gold in his cerulean eyes.

"I'm okay, love, I'm okay," he whispered, his fingers ran slowly down Kenny's back; he could still feel the bumps of his spine. "Are you okay? Your head?" Kenny chuckled and shrugged his shoulders as he pressed his lips to the top of Butters' head. He heard Cartman scoff and mumble something.

"I'm alive, ain't I?" he teased with a grin. Kyle made an offhand comment that Butters didn't hear as he beamed and nodded.

"Yep!" He moved closer to Kenny and whispered in his ear, "we need to talk later." Kenny nodded and squeezed his hand as he turned to his friend, who were watching the couple.

"Jesus, you're acting like somebody died." Cartman guffawed and gave Butters a look; the bright blonde gave a quiet, knowing smile and tugged Kenny away from the pavilion.

"I'm looking at your head when we get back," Kyle said to both Butters and Kenny, who rolled their eyes and mocked him. The redhead stuck out his tongue as he brushed back Kenny's bangs to look at the wound; a large bump was already swelling and blood still trickled down his face.

"We still gotta go to the Devil's Slide!" Cartman half-whined as he ran up the stairs. Butters watched him in surprise when he didn't stop to catch his breath, although he was huffing at the top of the stairs when they all finally joined him.

"After they got hurt? I don't think so," Kyle retorted. Butters glanced to Stan, who looked slightly disappointed at his fiancee's offhand comment.

"No, we should check it out!" he chirped, much to Kenny's surprise, "I mean... what are the chances we'll ever be here again?"

"This is just like ziplining..." Kyle grumbled as he trudged behind Cartman. Kenny smirked as he nudged him, then pulled Butters close as he seemed to want to almost skip ahead.

"Nah, Cartman didn't overdose on Mountain Dew and no one died." Kyle raised an eyebrow and shook his head with a half smile.

"What do you mean no one died?" he asked, then laughed as he caught up to Stan and Cartman. Butters squeezed his hand and Kenny just smiled to no one in particular as they followed Stan and Cartman.