(A/N): Yes, this is truly happening. No, this is not a joke. Let me begin by apologising for my long absence and my forgotten promises. I have found that with each year that I age, I am held accountable for more and more responsibility. I had to get a job, I was enrolled into four AP classes, and the stress and depression just kept building up. So, in all the craze, it was very easy to forget my passion for writing.

I haven't written much since this school year began. Because this is my senior year, I was focused on making my grades look nice and earning money so when the time comes, I can move out. I got so stressed out. But, when I picked up my pen again to begin writing a new South Park story, I remembered how much writing really calms my nerves!

And, eventually, I got my muse back for this story.

This will be the final chapter of this story. I am so sorry that my followers had to wait more than three years for this to finish. It was not supposed to take this long to begin with. And, reading back at the previous chapters, I could see how much my writing has improved and how much I have actually matured.

But, I digress.

I have this chapter written down on notebook paper already and it's pretty lengthy. I owe you guys a nice thick chapter to make up for my absence.

Also, I mentioned my new South Park story. It will have a lot of couples, but will mainly focus on Craig Tucker and Tweek Tweak as well as Red Goth (who has been fandubbed as "Dylan") and Vampire Mike, as well as Kenny McCormick and Damien Thorn (because I have a soft spot for this couple and there isn't enough of them out there!) I promise you, it is very interesting and I have a notebook full of drabbles that I plan to use in the story. But, I am going through a tiring process of write, beta, rewrite, beta, prototype, beta, and final before I actually begin to upload them. To prevent any long absences, I want to have a solid grip on the story before putting it out for everyone to read. I hope you are looking forward to that, and maybe, I will add some Stan and Kyle into the story :)

Without further ado, here is the final chapter. I hope you guys enjoy it.

xoxox, Yumiko.

Chapter Four

"Where are you going?"

I jumped a little in my track as I turned around to face Ike. He was standing at the top of the stairs and the doorknob to exit my house was just within my reach. Ike is only two years younger than me, and at the time, he was just a preteen in middle school. He was dressed strangely. His signature electric-blue sweater was missing. Instead, he was dressed in a pure black long sleeve shirt decorated with spiders over a pair of creepy maroon jeans and worn out black Toms. This was unusually dark for him.

"Uh... I'm going to Stan's house."

"Sneaking out?" He whispered.

"Y-Yeah..."

He looked over his shoulder, in the direction of our parent's bedroom. The door was slightly cracked and the sound of my mother on her phone talking to a friend from Jersey while the television played in the background poured into the looked at me and flashed a toothy grin at me.

"You know... I could easily walk in there and tell her that you plan on leaving. You know how much she dislikes when we have sleepovers on weekdays, even though we're on winter break."

"I knew you were gonna play black-mailing little brother." I sighed. "Fine. What is it that you want?"

"A ride."

"A ride? Where to?"

He scratched his neck, his face blushing slightly. "Uh... To Georgie's house."

"That small goth?!" He flashed me a warning and I held up my hands in apology. "Is he the reason behind your sudden change in wardrobe?"

"Sudden change in - God, Kyle! You really are the Brother of the Year!"

"What are you talking about?"

"I've been dressing this way for half a year now. You would've noticed if you payed more attention to me."

"Ohhh.." He's hurt, I deduced. I walked up to him and pulled him into an embrace. "Is this what you need? A little one on one time? Wanna go take a bubble bath together just like old times?" He was pushing away at my chest and sputtering insults here and there, but I could tell this was what he secretly desired. "C'mon. Let's make our get-away before Mom finishes talking on the phone."

Georgie's house was not near mine - not by a long shot. He lived on the other end of South Park, in Kenny's neighborhood. So, the ride in my parent's car was a bit lengthy. And, it was evident that the closer we got to Georgie's. the more nervous Ike became. He was gnawing at his black painted fingernails and his face was flushed.

"What's up, Maple tree?" He glared at me for that ridiculous nickname. "From the looks of it, I'd say you're nervous about a date or something." From my peripheral vision, I could see that his face turned pink. I laughed. "Oh, God, that's it, isn't it?! You're going on a date with Georgie!" He stammered, but all he could say was, "Shut up!"

I turned the corner of the street and I could see Georgie's house approaching. It was a small one-story house with roses on the front lawn and one of those swinging benches near the door. Not the type you'd expect a Georgie to live in.

"Just... Don't tell Mom and Dad."

"Why would I?" I stopped in front of the house. "There's nothing wrong with liking another male."

He stared at me, a puppydog-like look in his eyes. "Really?"

I cleared my throat. "Uh, yeah. I'm the last person you should expect to be against homosexuality."

"You mean-"

"Uh, look. We'll talk at home, okay? We don't talk enough and I know there's at least something we'd like to share with each other."

"We're not very good brothers."

"No, but that can change, right?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"Look. Enough serious talk. Go have fun on your date."

He opened the door, and before stepping out, he kissed me on my cheek. As he shut the door, he poked his head through the window and said, "Have fun on yours, too."

I didn't have a chance to reply to him because before I knew it, he disappeared into the path of roses and into the house.

Stan was waiting for me by the door when I arrived. I was nervous about everything he had to tell me; I even forgot about my hair until Stan pulled off my ushanka to stare at it. I let him run his fingers through it and he even commented on how nice it looked. Secretly, I was pleased.

We went into his kitchen where we grabbed some delicious salty and fattening snacks and a couple of drinks before heading to his room.

His room was as it always was. It wasn't clean; however, it wasn't messy, either. His stereo was always playing music and his room was always the coldest one in the room. He sat on his bed and pulled me with him, making me sit to his left. I relaxed and let myself sink into his mattress.

We sat in silence as he fumbled with a bag of Cheesy Poofs before finally opening them. "Okay. Look, I'm sorry that I ignored you for two days. But, I was... And, I still am, a bit confused. I have a lot on my mind ever since we had sex." I cringed at the sound of that word. It sounded so dirty. "I mean, I was fine with it all until something happened."

"Is something wrong?"

"Nah, nothing like that." He took a few poofs in his mouth before eating them and swallowing them down with a drink of his Mountain Dew. He cleared his throat. "Look, I'm just gonna come out and say it. Wendy and I had sex, too."

There was a pang in my chest but I smiled softly for him. "That's good. When did this happen?"

"The night of Token's party."

"Ah."

"Yeah, but I'm all confused now. Because the whole time during sex with her, I was thinking of someone else." He grew silent, so I guessed that he was waiting for me to ask. But, did I want to know?

"Who were you thinking about?" Yes, I did.

"Uh... You." I couldn't formulate a sentence. He shushed my failed attempts. "It's just... Everything felt better when we did it together. Your skin felt nicer; your hair looked nicer. It just.. It just did, I can't explain myself. And, the whole time that I was having sex with her, I closed my eyes and pretended it was you." We sat in silence again. I cleared my throat.

"So, what does this all mean?"

He shook his head. "Honestly, I don't know. I'm still a bit confused, but I think I have it mostly figured out. But, I was hoping you'd let me..."

"Let you do what?"

"I was hoping you'd let me have sex with you again." My face probably projected the wrong impression because he added, "I mean, it's just to clarify if I really did like having sex with you better than having it with Wendy! But, if it offends you in any way, I underst-"

I kissed him. I don't know where I got the courage to do it, but I did it anyway. I almost dropped my Pepsi onto the bed when I did it, too. I pulled away and stared at him.

"Just, shut up. It's fine. I kinda wanna do it again with you anyway." He grinned and took our snacks, moving them to the floor to avoid any unnecessary spillage on his bed. I used this time to remove my sweater and my shirt, leaving me only in my jeans. I almost laid down on his bed when he pulled me up by my arm and sat me on his lap.

"I want you like this today."

He then smashed our lips together, his strong hands my lower back. He fell back onto the bed so I was completely on top of him, my legs on the sides of his hips. His hands traveled down my back until he firmly grasped my ass. He pulled me closer to him, the friction in our laps increasing. His lips moved to my neck, nipping and sucking, forming circular purple marks. I moaned as his lips fell to my collarbone. My skin was really sensitive. His hands moved to my groin, fumbling with my zipper and attempting to push them down.

I make my way down his chest, lifting his shirt to kiss his lean abs. I placed a trail of my kisses, leading me lower to his lower region. As I dipped my tongue into his navel, his hands reached to my hair, playing with my locks. As I dipped my tongue deeper into his navel, my hands traveled up his chest then down his sides, lightly pressing into his flesh. His breathing trembled and I smiled at his reaction. I had dreamed about doing this since forever.

My fingers were shaking as I undid his button of his jeans and pulled down his zipper. I pulled his jeans down a bit before I stopped to stare at his briefs. My fingers brushed against his groin as I prepared myself.

I finally pulled them down, his man-junk revealed to my face. This was the first time that I'd stare at it directly, and I felt my face going red. Stan laughed softly.

I let my fingers explore his length. As my fingers reached his delicate head, his breathing staggered and his fingers in my hair tightened. I figured he had waited enough and so, I took his head into his mouth.

He groaned and I took in as much of him as I could, bobbing my head slowly, swirling my tongue around the tip and down his length.

I looked up at him, and saw that he was struggling for composure.

"K-Ky… God, Kyle, I don't wanna.. Come in your mouth!" He grabbed my wrists and attempted to pull me up. I let his erection fall from my mouth and fell back on top of him, my lips placing kisses on his neck. I wanted badly to mark his neck, to leave him with hickeys up and down, from his jaw to his chest, to show the Girl that I had been there, too. However, I realized that would be wrong. I didn't want to cause Stand any more trouble.

Stan had managed to push my jeans down to mid-thigh and I assisted in removing them completely from my body, along with my underwear. Stan had pulled out a bottle of lube from somewhere underneath his body. I gave him a puzzled look.

"Uh.. Have you ever masturbated without lube?" He explained. "It's like sand paper!"

I wouldn't have known; the only time for the Great Unspoken Act at my house was at the shower. I didn't tell him that though. I simply kissed him instead.

I whispered in his ear not to bother lubricating my entrance; I really just wanted him inside again. He poured some lube on his junk, stroking himself a bit before placing his hands on my hips.

I lowered myself onto his lap. even though we had already done this before, my body wasn't used to it. I lowered completely onto him, my head resting on his chest as I huffed.

"K-Kyle.. You okay?"

I nodded softly "Just… Gimme a moment." He distracted me from the biting pain by rubbing his fingers gently on my lower back, tracing them up my spine then back down again. His lips placed against my forehead as he continued to pet me.

I tested myself by lifting my hips off of his sex drive and sliding back down. The pain was at a minimum and it began to feel pleasurable. I lifted my face and pressed my mouth against his allowing him to take control. His tongue wrestled against mine as his hands grabbed securely on my bottom, lifting my hips off his member so only his head remained inside before dropping myself completely on him, taking his length inside me all at once. I moaned in pleasure against his kiss, my hands gripping his broad shoulders with my nails pressing into his flesh he repeated the motion, making me moan again.

He wasn't holding back. He showed no mercy as he pulled away my hips, only to thrust up meeting mine again. He continued to thrust inside me, pressing against my prostate, inevitably causing my walls to tighten around him. My body was shaking slightly as my pleasure spot was abused. Stan's mouth began to nip at my neck again, and i rolled my head to the side, allowing him better access. Our hips bounced against each other. My erection rubbed roughly against his lean stomach.

I was in euphoria with him thats all that mattered.

I buried my face against his neck and kissed it before taking in some of his flesh and sucking on it. I figured the Girl should know that I was here and I was damn proud of it.

I placed a trail of hickeys down his neck, admiring the slightly purple marks.

Stan managed to thrust into my prostate rapidly. Pressure began to build in my stomach. My moans got louder, my nails digging deeper into his flesh. His left hand moved to my erection, fingers brushing softly against the sensitive tip.

This small motion was enough for me to lose it. Biting onto his collarbone as I released myself onto his hand as my body convulsed from the waves of my orgasm. The tightening caused by my orgasm pulled Stan over as well .

I laid on top of him for a moment until I gathered enough strength to roll off him. We stared at the ceiling as we focused on catching our breath. Stan cleared his throat. I glanced at him but he refused to look away from the ceiling.

"Yeah… I think I cleared my confusion."

I was about to ask him what he meant when his hand searched for mine on the blanket and our fingers interlaced.

After a quick shower and a change of the bedsheets, we were too exhausted to pull an all-nighter. So, with his body perfectly curved around mine and our fingers intertwined, we dozed off into a happy sleep.

That is until very early in the morning when the doorbell wouldn't stop ringing. With a curse, Stan rolled off the bed promising to return shortly. However, I had a horrible feeling about this so I followed him downstairs.

As he reached the front door, never-ending doorbell ringing switched to never-ending door pounding. When Stan opened the door we were taken by surprise and placed into an awkward situation.

Wendy stared at us in awe; Stan was only in his pajama bottoms and I was only in an oversized shirt of his. My face turned red and half hid my body behind his.

Neither of them spoke at first, but it was Wendy who began.

"What the hell is going on here, Stan Marsh?! You ignore me for three days and then I find you half naked with your best friend! You have a lot of explaining to do!"

Stan simply stared at her, obviously thinking of how to say what was on his mind. Finally he smiled and said, "No, Wendy. I don't have anything to explain to you. This is exactly what it looks like. I love my best friend more than I love you. For that reason, I have decided that we should start seeing other people because a girl can't go out with a gay man."

"You are not just dropping me off like this. We have a lot to discuss, Stanley. I'm… I'm… Uh, pregnant!"

I almost believed her until I heard Stan laugh. "You're a riot, Wendy. You really are." And, with that, he shut the door in her face, making sure to lock it so her psychotic ass wouldn't just barge inside.

Stan held me close as we laid on his bed again. His eyes were closed and I could tell he wanted to go back to sleep.

"Stan?"

"Hm, " he mumbled, half asleep.

"Stan, what does this mean… For… For us?"

He peeked through one eyelid before closing it again. "You couldn't have waited until later to ask me?"

"Why? What's later?"

"Dinner and a walk in the park. But, now that you asked, I guess this could be our first date as a couple."

My face flushed. "A… Couple?"

"Mhm… If that's alright with you." He buried his head closer into my chest and I began to play with his hair.

"That's… Fine, actually. That's marvelous."

He chuckled at my choice of words before lifting his face to gaze into my eyes.

"I love you, Stan," I heard myself whisper.

"I love you, too."

"You promise?"

"I promise."

"Pinky swear and lock it up?"

"Even better," he said before he sealed our promise with a kiss.

(A/N): I would like to thank my fabulous best friend for helping me type this out because I was too lazy to finish typing the last portion of this chapter.

I would also like to thank my followers who stuck through with me throughout this whole weird journey! You all are very lovely and I hope you guys will take interest in my next story! Until next time! (:

xoxox, Yumi.