Okay, it's been a LONG time for an update on this one. And the whole story is actually finished. There has been a total lack of reviews on this, and my thoughts are cause it is not Stan/Kyle. Which, okay, I'll give it to you guys…I'd be hesitant to read it without my two favorite boys. But hey, we all gotta try something different every once in a while, right? And it's a GOOD STORY! Kyleisgod and I feel it is, any way.

So this will NOT be our first discontinued fic due to non-reviews. I'm posting it in hopes it'll gain more interest. But, even if it doesn't, we don't depend on reviews. So those of you reading it, read away! (Leave a review if you want us to be happy.)

Heh, heh. I really like Kyle as a horny bastard.

Chapter 6- What's So Wrong With Being In Love?

The next school day finally rolled around. After their passionate weekend together Kenny and Stan seemed unable to keep their hands off one another. It was ironic considering their previously unbreakable restraint. But now everything was finally out in the open, and they seemed to feel that they should be too.

Kyle didn't mind their pawing at one another. In fact, he didn't seem to even notice during lunch. He was too caught up in his own thoughts, which were once again finding themselves centered around Wendy.

"I just don't understand it." he said to his friends while picking at his food. They didn't respond. They were too busy kissing. "I can't even touch her, but I still hang out with her a lot. I swear guys, she's a witch or something."

Stan turned his head to answer Kyle, just as Kenny went in for yet another kiss. It resulted in Kenny laying a big wet slobber on Stan's ear. "Dude, I think you just...like her AW AWWW!" Stan whined as his ear filled up with Kenny's tongue.

For the first time, Kyle looked at the two boys, registering what was going on. It was kind of hard NOT to fully comprehend--Stan was straddling the bench with Kenny in between. Kenny's hands turned Stan's face to reach his lips once more.

"Are you guys...?" Kyle wondered aloud, though he knew the answer to his own question.

"Mm-hmm," Ken answered for the two as one of his hands crept inside the front of Stan's shirt.

Kyle blinked, making sure he was seeing the image before him correctly. He blinked again. "...'Kay. Um, good for you, I guess."

Stan muffled a quick "thanks" in response.

Kyle sighed, getting back to Wendy. "But it'll suck if I like her. She might move away next year, remember? At this rate I don't know if I'm getting anywhere good with her. I said I'd miss her before, but if we're all in love and stuff, it's gonna be even harder."

Stan immediately pulled away from Kenny, pushed his hands away, and swiveled so that he faced Kyle. He knew Kyle better than anyone else in the whole world, and the statement he had just made caused Stan to forget about Kenny momentarily. "You're falling IN LOVE?"

Kyle's eyes opened wide. "NO! I'm NOT! I'm just saying...what if, you know?"

Stan's jaw had dropped. Kenny watched his boyfriend in awe, not really caring about Kyle's life and snaked a hand down Stan's leg to distract him. Stan lightly brushed it away. "Dude, you know what this means?"

"I didn't say that I was!"

"But you've NEVER used the word "love" in a sentence before! Especially with a girl you're dating!"

"I just...I-it was a hypothetical. I don't actually...I mean..." He tried to find the words, and failed.

"Kyle, I think you love her dude."

"No!" he whined briefly, before looking into his friend's eyes for confirmation. "Are you sure?"

"It seems like it. Sorry dude."

Kyle sighed once more, as if love were this great new burden in his life. "Great. Now what the hell am I s'pposed to do?"

Stan shied away from the issue. "Oh, dude...I'm not sure. I've never been one to fall for the ladies." He was surprised he could admit that so freely. Kyle blushed briefly at the statement, having known his best friend's previous feelings for him. "You could get her, like flowers and stuff."

Kyle threw his head down on the table in agony. "Dude!"

Kenny reached over and patted him on the back, finally giving up on Stan. "Cheer up, man! You're supposed to be able to frolic through fields of daisies hand-in-hand and land in the clouds when you're in love. It's not a bad thing."

Stan turned to his boyfriend with an amused expression.

"Like you'd know." Kyle muttered in response. He made sure to keep his voice low as he spoke the words. Kyle knew that the last thing he wanted to do right now was draw his dating friends into a discussion about love. It could lead to their own awkward conversation about their growing relationship, and Kyle knew it was probably best for those two not to go down that road just yet.

"Besides," Stan reminded him. "I told you before not to worry about next year. You know what they say: If you love something, set it free. If it comes back, it'll stay with you. Or something."

"Sometimes I think 'they' don't know what the fuck they're talking about." Kyle admitted as he raised his head back up from the countertop. "Besides, what if SHE doesn't love ME? Then I'd really look stupid."

Just then, Stan spied Wendy out of the corner of his eye. It was like some overly done, cliché twist of fate, because she wasn't even IN that lunch period. He watched her enter with grace and poise that only a woman in love could have. She didn't seem to notice him observing her, but her eyes glanced upon the back of Kyle's head with love and adoration for a brief moment before she tapped the teacher who was supervising--the reason for her visit. "She loves you, dude."

"Stan commands it to be so, it shall be so," Kyle snorted.

Stan reached over the table, slapping Kyle on the side of the head. "NO, wiseass, LOOK!" He gestured his head and eyes to the lady-in-question.

Kyle followed Stan's eyes, slowly turning his head as though it needed to be oiled to turn without squeaking. There, among the teachers, was his first and only love. He watched as she conversed with a specific teacher, nodding to Kyle every once in a while and smiling warmly. The simple acknowledgement sent heat waves coursing through his body. He turned to his companions with a wide grin. "She loves me!"

"Cool." Kenny said. "So do something about it."

"Yeah!" he replied with growing determination. "...Like what?"

Stan and Kenny's hands slapped their respective foreheads in unison.

"Christ, do we have to think of everything?" Stan questioned rhetorically.

"Just keep doing whatever you do." Kenny shrugged. "It's obviously working."

"What we do. Right."

That made sense. They had already reached the point of love. Whatever they had in common, whatever they did together, it seemed to be working just fine. At least outside of the bedroom. All Kyle had to do was what he'd been doing, and he'd continue winning her over. It was so simple and surely it would be easy enough to pull off. Just keep doing what you're already doing with her. There was just one two-part question left in Kyle's mind.

What the hell DID they do together anyway, and why did that make getting to home plate so impossible?

"Kyle."

"What else do you guys think I can do to keep doing what I'm doing and still get what I'm wanting?"

"Kyle..."

"I'm not sure I even know what I want, if that's not what she wants."

"Kyle!"

"Christ, I'm turning into a pussy, she's already got me whipped-"

"KYLE!" both Kenny and Stan screamed to the lost-in-thought redhead. "No time to think, she's heading this way!" Stan informed, nodding his head to Wendy.

"WHAT?!" Kyle turned his head to see her approaching for himself. "SHIT!" he exclaimed upon realizing that she was in fact headed his way. The rather audible statement made Wendy stop moving forward for a moment, caught off guard. Fortunately she laughed it off and kept heading toward the table and the object of her apparent desires. She had quite the skip to her step as she moved, the boys noticed. It was probably that love thing.

"Hi guys."

She greeted them all in one shot, but of course the focus of her eyes was primarily on Kyle.

"Hey Wendy," Stan said, a little too cheerily. He beamed at her, and then turned his attention toward Kyle, who was unable to move, speak, or breathe.

"We were just talking about you," Kenny added, once again placing an arm over Stan's shoulder. This caused Wendy to raise her eyebrow at Kyle, who still sat like an unmovable drone.

"Well I hope its good," she replied wearily and bent down to kiss Kyle on the cheek. Upon contact, they turned a bright shade of magenta, clashing wildly with his auburn curls. "Hey you, I had to run an errand to Mr. Trevor, but I saw you and couldn't leave without coming over."

"..." he breathed back.

"I was thinking we could go over notes for the next debate tonight." Wendy added with a smile.

"..."

"H-he'd like that!" Stan answered on behalf of his friend, trying to help him out a bit. "Wouldn't you Kyle?"

Stan reached out, shaking his friend by the shoulder a bit in hopes that he'd finally respond.

"I'd love you. TO!" He shook his head. "I've love TO. Sounds...great."

Kenny and Stan exchanged glances and watched their bumbling mess of a friend continue. If this was how he wowed Wendy, then Stan was GLAD he wasn't into girls. It would have been too easy for them to like him back. He wasn't so different from his best friend. They both clammed up at the mention of their crushes. He sighed. Although getting over Kyle had been the hardest obstacle he'd ever had to overcome, Stan knew it wouldn't have worked...even if Kyle WAS gay. They were just two blundering idiots, unable to annunciate whole sentences.

"O...kay..." Wendy said, suspiciously. She smiled at Kyle, but felt a little stung on the inside. He was usually this overly confident assertive guy. That was most of his appeal. What had happened? She reluctantly waved a goodbye with a kiss and left the table of friends behind.

A few minutes passed until Stan prodded Kyle. "Dude, what the FUCK was that?"

"What?" Kyle asked.

"Dude you couldn't even TALK to her." Stan pointed out. "God you're a wuss."

"I can clearly see how irresistible you would be," Kenny mocked. Stan pushed him and stared back at Kyle.

"I...dudes! I can't love her! This'll be the end of me."

"Nah." Ken disagreed.

"...As thought-provoking as that was, I mean it. I can't!"

Stan reached over and patted Kyle on the back. "You're fine. Go. Catch up with her. Apologize for being an idiot. Hang out after school, its all cool."

Kyle raised his eyebrows and bit his lip. He nervously tapped his hands on the table in front of him, debating whether to take Stan's advice.

"...The fuck are you waiting for?" Kenny said. "Go!"

Kyle rolled his eyes, knowing full-well that Kenny's motivation for his statement came more from wanting to get back to making out with Stan than anything else.

"Alright," Kyle decided. "But when I come back here, you guys better not be cleaning each other's throats, or you'll see me puke more than Stan did on that roller coaster at Cartmanland."

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Kyle went over to Wendy's that night as agreed to. Well, as Stan had agreed to on his behalf. He actually couldn't remember exactly what Wendy had said she'd wanted to meet up for, so Kyle made sure to pack a little bit of everything in his bag. School stuff, work stuff, Jewish stuff, and of course some condoms just in case.

"Hey you!" Wendy greeted him with a big smile as she swung open the front door. She leaned forward and planted a tender kiss on his lips and then stepped back for him to enter.

Kyle had talked himself out of being nervous for the rest of the day. He had even told himself to "pop some chill pills." Then he felt like an idiot and decided to never talk to himself like that again. "Hey, babe."

Wendy smiled. She was happy to see that Kyle seemed to be back to normal. His attempt to be cool and call her a babe was also rather cute.

Kyle dropped his arm around Wendy's shoulders and strolled in, overconfidently. He mentally told himself to find a happy medium--not too wimpy, but definitely not too cocky. Unless in the bedroom. Then he could be as cocky as he wanted to be...

"SO!" he began. "What do you we do now?"

"Kyle, you are over here tonight ONLY because of what we talked about earlier," Wendy informed him.

"Right, of course." He nodded, giving her shoulders a slight massage.

"I'm SERIOUS, Kyle. We need to get to work."

Kyle cracked his knuckles and looked around the house, observing no parental influence.

"They aren't home," Wendy answered his thoughts.

Kyle stuck out his bottom lip in concentration, walking back to his woman. "Am I to understand there will be NO interruptions?"

"For our work, no."

"Well, of course not for our work."

Wendy gave Kyle a 'what the hell am I going to do with you?' look of puzzlement and headed for her room, knowing full-well that he'd be right behind her like the horndog he was.

"Where'd they go anyway?" he asked, trying to see exactly how much time he had to possibly work his magic.

She stopped in her tracks, swiveled around, and met him face to face. She used her index finger to poke at his chest. "Not this time, Kyle Broflovski. You aren't getting ANYTHING tonight. We HAVE to work."

Kyle feigned an innocent expression. "I'm just concerned that they'll be out too late, that's all."

Wendy rolled her eyes. "They will be. Out." She paused, glancing at her shoes. "All night," she added.

"...Oh?" Kyle couldn't help but smirk at the news.

Wendy sighed. "Yeah. But again, it won't MATTER. Now come on, let's get to work." she insisted.

"I feel...faint...all of the sudden," Kyle said, laying it on thick. He dramatically raised the back of his hand to his forehead and fell into Wendy. "I think I need some rest on your bed."

"Oh, no, Casanova. You're NOT pulling this, we HAVE to work!" Wendy repeated, unable to stifle her giggles.

Kyle nuzzled the nape of his girl's neck ever so softly. "And after we finish that?" he questioned persistently.

"You go home."

"To your bedroom."

"That's where we're going now." Wendy pulled away, and yanked Kyle's arm out of socket, guiding him to her bedroom.

Once inside Wendy's room, Kyle made his way over toward the bed. She may not have been laying naked on it with him, but any close proximity he could get to the mattress increased those odds for later.

"Kyle, GET up!" Wendy coaxed, walking over to her bed and outstretching her arms to pull him up. Unfortunately for her, the strength of her boyfriend pulled her down with him.

"Why hello there, Wends. Thought you wanted to work," Kyle said with a grin.

"I do!" She began to glare at him. "Only someone doesn't have their mind on it."

"I think we could fix that."

Wendy struggled to release herself from Kyle's tight grasp. She saw her evening of work going to waste before her eyes if she didn't succumb to his advances. But somehow, it was starting to piss her off. She actually NEEDED to work. "Kyle, sweetie," she said irritably, "you need to let go of me. NOW!"

Noticing her irritability, he loosened his grip just a bit. "Really?" he asked, hoping she'd change her mind or that she at least wasn't sure.

"Yes."

"Guess I should quit while I'm still ahead," he mumbled to himself, cursing the air as he let her go completely and she sauntered over to her working desk.

"There will be time for...that...later," she assured him, appeasing his manly desires.

"'Kay" he agreed, sitting up on the edge of her bed. "I'm gonna hold you to that."

"Whatever! Can we PLEASE do some work now?"

"Okay okay, jeez."

"Now," she said, straightening herself up in the chair. Kyle walked over and laid his arms on the back of it. "Where should we begin?"

Kyle shrugged. "Beats me. All my ideas get turned down."

"That's not true."

"Is so."

"Fine. Suggest a non-sexual idea, and we'll start with that."

Kyle probed his brain for ideas. "Non-sexual, non-sexual." He shrugged again. "Sorry, babe. I'm a raw sexual being with nothing to lose and everything to give."

Wendy rolled her eyes. "That is the lamest line I have ever heard ANYONE say." Though she had to admit, it had a bit of charm laced within.

"The lamest line you've ever heard huh?" Kyle repeated. "Well then, at least you'll always remember me." he retorted.

Wendy drowned him out, finally focusing on her schoolwork.

"Alright, now to get down to business."

Kyle rubbed his palms together. "That's what I'm talkin' about."

Wendy turned her head and glared at her boyfriend momentarily before returning to skimming through her notes. "I've already done research on how avalanches work, all we need now is to prove that they don't, in fact, cause the mutant turkeys to attack us."

"The snow would make them freeze." Kyle pointed out.

"No. They'll just argue that it's the ice that somehow mutates them."

"But we can get a testimony from Mephisto to prove otherwise. He's the psycho that invented them. All they've been doing is hibernating and reproducing in the mountains," Kyle explained.

"Hm...Good idea." Wendy admitted. She began making a few notes.

Kyle stood behind his girlfriend, just watching her work in admiration. He quickly grew bored and looked out her bedroom window. He noticed some wings peaking out over the girl's curtains. It was probably a bug of some kind.

He slowly retreated, back to the bed and yawned. "Boy, I'm sure am getting sleepy."

"Then drink some coffee."

Kyle made a face. "I don't like coffee."

"I've got iced tea downstairs," Wendy replied without looking up. "Pour me a glass too, while you're at it."

Kyle sighed, heading for the stairs once again. "Fine" he agreed.

It'd be one thing if Wendy just wasn't aware of his advances, but she was downright rejecting them. It was starting to get to Kyle, especially when he was so used to getting laid. He began to fix her her precious iced tea, making sure to slam a few things around extra hard to work out some of the built-up aggression.

"Shit!" he cried as he slammed the sugar jar down on the cold Formica countertop. He heard it crack. "NOT cool, dude," he scolded himself, examining the piece of pottery. It appeared to have no significant damage, and so he did what every self-respecting teenage boy would do. He whistled as he placed it back in the cupboard, heading back upstairs to his girlfriend's bedroom.

"Thank you sweetie." she replied with a warm smile.

"Sure. Whatever." he answered, handing over the tea. Ky noticed that damn bug was still outside her window, only the wings were now more visible. They were white, and rather large. In fact, based on them alone, Kyle found himself wondering just how large that bug was and what kind it must've been.

Kyle squinted his eyes a little and sneaked over to the window to take a closer look. Wendy obviously didn't need him there at that time, so it didn't matter that he was distracted.

Wendy continued writing at her desk, totally engrossed in her work. Kyle opened the blinds to see that weird bug in full view.

As it turned out, it wasn't a bug at all. It was more like a midget. A midget in a diaper, with a set of wings, carrying a bag over his shoulder.

Kyle blinked at the strange floating object, cocking his head to the side in confusion. "What the hell? Wendy, come check this out."

"Kyle, for the last time I'm not going over to that bed with you. At least not until this is done." she informed him, not even looking up from her work as she spoke.

"But Wendy-"

"No, Kyle!"

He gave up with a sigh, looking back to that...thing.

"Um, hi."

The midget spoke no audible words--at least, not that Kyle could make out.

"What're you doing, dude?" Kyle asked, casually, but very alarmed. Even for South Park, this was a bit odd. He didn't like the idea of Wendy and him being the only ones in the house. He'd have to be the hero, and while that was fun to play, he was about as wimpy as a two-year old girl.

"What?" Kyle asked, unable to hear the little guy.

The midget, or whatever it really was, flew up a bit closer to the window. He removed a small paper card from his bag and pressed it up to the glass for Kyle to read. The redhead stared at the card, reading it aloud in disbelief.

"Cupid. The God of love, the son of Venus."

"Oh Jesus Christ, you've got to be kidding me!" Kyle exclaimed.

"What?" Wendy inquired, still unable to look up.

Kyle snorted. "Nothing. Just some crazy dwarf!" He called outside before closing the blinds once again.

Suddenly, Wendy looked up. She felt compelled to walk over to Kyle. "I need you to help me, Kyle," she said in a lower-than-normal, almost seductive voice. Strange, she hadn't meant for it to come out that way.

"Sure" he agreed without a second thought, even though he probably should have had one. "With what?"

"With this," she said, and pressed her lips against the very surprised red head.

He may have been surprised, but he wasn't stupid. Kyle's lips pushed back against hers as his hands came up to rest around the girl's waist.

"I can't explain it," Wendy said in between her attacking kisses. "You're just so...irresistible!"

Silently, Kyle did a little dance. Sweeeet, he thought, eagerly moving his girlfriend to the bed.

Wendy moaned as they hit the bed together. Kyle gave a small thankful wink to that...thing looking in through the window. Maybe he really was Cupid? And if so, maybe that meant he really WAS in love with Wendy? Or, it really was just some crazy guy in a diaper. Either way, Kyle was another step closer to his goal.

"Kyle?" Wendy pulled away and looked into his eyes.

"Hmm?"

"I...I...feel that I need to tell you something," Wendy stammered.

"What?" he asked, staring back into her eyes as they briefly snuggled together.

Cupid's face contorted. He seemed to mouth the word "duh" through the window.

Kyle hushed the woman in front of him with his fingers. "I love you too, Wendy." He closed the gap between them once again, this time very gentle with his hands...and not at all strategic.

She sighed in relief that Kyle was returning the words. As he ran his fingers through her hair, Wendy couldn't help but think some perverse thoughts of her own as she kissed passionately at his face on again. If she got lower, she suspected he'd keep his hands in her hair, and probably on the back of her head. The thought amused her, and even turned her on a bit, but she wasn't ready to reward Kyle like that just yet.

Kyle watched the mysterious winged figured fly away. It seemed to get pulled into some bushes by what resembled a Manbearpig, but there was no time to worry about that now. Kyle's girlfriend was in bed with him, but seemingly more important, she had confessed her love for him and Kyle had actually returned it! In fact, he said it first, which meant that it absolutely HAD to be true. This made the Jew smile.

Wendy was overcome with a plethora of emotions. On one hand, Kyle had just confessed his love...but how often did he do that to get a girl into bed? It had felt like an outwardly presence had permeated her body, but was fading away fast. Her logic was kicking in once again, but not before she seemingly involuntarily grabbed Kyle's hand and pressed it up against her chest. She felt Kyle melt into her body as she slowly guided his hands where she found it appropriate for him to go. Some of those thoughts still remained, and she soon found herself craving his touch on her bare skin.

Kyle moaned as well, thrilled that he was finally going past kissing with his girl. Not just because it was a step closer to fucking her, but also because it meant she was finally trusting him enough to allow him to become more intimate with her. Truth be told, Kyle had touched many tits before, but he had never considered how special that made him in the eyes of the girls he was fooling around with. This time he thought about it. This time, it mattered to him.

Wendy let out a small gasp as she allowed Kyle's hands to creep underneath her shirt. She smiled to herself at the warmth of his touch to her soft tummy. She mentally noted how cautious he was as he moved his hand upwards. It took him quite a long time, as if he was working up the courage. She couldn't help but press herself into him closer. Not only was he, in his own way, teasing her, but his slow progression meant that he really DID want it to be special

Wendy found herself straddling Kyle once again in no time, their bodies a moaning, tangled mess in a matter of no time. The kisses and gropes were passionate both emotionally and physically, and for once they both seemed to enjoy it that way. As Wendy sat up overtop of Kyle, her shirt finally rose over her head, falling to the floor a second later.

"I'm still not fucking you." Wendy insisted before things could go too far.

"Th-that's cool." Kyle agreed, just thrilled to go past kissing.

He observed his girlfriend, taking in her fragrance, her curves, and the way her eyes shined in just the right light. And when she was looking at him. He felt himself fall to mush as she took hold of his hands and guided them to her back, where her bra was holding on by just two clips. Although Kyle was a mastermind at the obstructing undergarments, he fumbled around, earning a giggle out of Wendy, before she helped him out. He placed his hands on his chest in folded fashion as he watched Wendy glide her bra off her chest, exposing what he thought were the most insanely perky and beautiful breasts he had ever seen. And that was saying a lot.

Kyle grinned a huge toothy grin as his hands made contact with Wendy's bare chest. He loved getting to the next base with her. She liked it too if her moans were any indication. But more than that, he liked getting to that base with HER specifically.