OBJECT OF DESIRE

STAN'S POV

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Kyle was soft under me. He was scared, and tense. He was wanting it, he was scared of wanting it. "May I?" I asked softly into his ear. He trembled, and I wanted to just take him now.

"Y-yes," he answered and I reached over to his lamp and shut it off. So we were immersed in darkness, except for the lights pouring in from the hallway. I stood up and moved him so he was the right way on the bed, he sunk in and watched me intently as I hovered over him for a minute.

He shut his eyes and his lips pursed a little. I bent down and kissed his lips gently. He kept them tightly shut again; and I pressed my tongue lightly on his lips. He didn't move much, but the tension was letting. I released my lips and he tilted his head up, signaling a want for more it seemed.

I trailed my lips down his neck, and he bucked forward. I smiled into his skin; I then sat up and pulled off his shirt. He gingerly sat up, staring at me as I sat upon him. His skin was glistening in the moonlight that washed in through the blinds. His eyes were searching my face, his arms shook with nervousness, his stomach was lean, and white and smooth. I loved the way he looked.

I took off my shirt, and he looked at me with wide eyes. His body shook even more, his eyes trembled… His mouth hung open ever so slightly….

I couldn't take it.

I pushed him back, hard. He hit the bed neoprene his mouth in protest then I clamped my mouth down on his.

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KYLE'S POV

Stan was staring so intently at me I thought I'd pass out. My legs had passed out minutes ago; I was so scared to move. It seemed like any inch I moved would disturb Stan's serene figure.

He looked me up and down. Then, he took off his shirt. My eyes widened when I saw him. His body was thin, lithe, with washboard abs on his tan body. His hair hung in his face, drenched in sweat, that trickled gently down his neck to his chest. His arms hung by his side, biceps strong and….

He pushed me back. "Ah!" He pushed his mouth on mine before I even had a chance to say anything. Stan's tongue entered my mouth and wrapped around mine. I twitched, my lower half… Well…

"Stan," I moaned, when his lips parted with mine for a moment. He met my lips once more; this time I kissed back meagerly. He pushed harder into me, his strong hands fumbling with my belt buckle. I moaned louder into his mouth. Felt him smirk.

He tasted so good, and with his body pressed to mine I felt myself losing sense of what we were doing. I let him slip off my belt, and his hands softly unbuttoned the buttons with expertise. I bucked and we both let out low moans at the same time. "Oh, Kyle," he whispered harshly, breath short and shaky.

"Stan…" I said, and he met my lips once more.

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STAN'S POV

I watched him sleep; he looked so angelic, hair mussed and sweaty, body glistening, and a smile on his usually unsmiling face. His glasses were sideways, and his underwear was riding low, showing a pelvic bone.

I ran my fingers through his hair. "Beautiful," I whispered and lay back against the headboard. It was late, and I had a feeling Pip and Damien were not coming home. So I let Kyle fall asleep in my lap and settled for watching him.

It was just as good. If not better…. I sighed and smiled. All the shit that had gone down…. It had paid off. I had no intent of going back to Kenny, and I was so happy with seeing Kyle smile and fumble to grasp my hand. God, I loved it all.

And he'd given himself to me.

I couldn't begin to explain the feelings that swept through my mind. How long would this last? I hoped forever, at least as long as we could make it last. Kyle exhaled loudly and I laughed.

The clock beside the bed flashed two o clock. I sighed and shook my hair; it was so late. Where were the two others? Then, I heard the door. I shook Kyle, "Hey, Kylie. Kylie, Kyle, Kylie-la." I whispered and he stirred and groaned about not calling him a girl. He sat up and looked around. His eyes connected with mine and he smiled.

"Stan," he cooed, and hugged me. I chuckled. "Are Damien and Pip home?"

"I think so," I nodded, and grabbed his hand to lead him down stairs. When we went down the stairs we noticed that the front door had been barricaded, all the windows and doors were blocked, and…. All the knives were missing. I pushed Kyle behind me, and looked around. "Where's the phone?" I whispered harshly. Kyle was breathing loudly, no doubt scared shitless.

He pointed to it, crumpled and broken into pieces on the floor. I stared at it then heard something loud crash.

I turned and there stood Butters, sitting on our staircase. In his hand he held a long kitchen blade, and he ran it along his fingertips repeatedly. "What the hell are you doing?" I screamed. He looked up and smiled menacingly. I felt Kyle trembling behind me.

Butters stood up and I backed up slightly, clutching Kyle's hand in my own. "Oh, you know." he said happily, flinging the knife around. I froze with a glare on my face. There was no way in hell I was letting Butters get near to Kyle like this. Even if it killed me…

"Just fucking nothing! You stupid bastard. You stole him from me. After all you did, how can he choose you?"

"Because I'm not freaking psycho!" I spat. He had us backed into a wall, and he slammed the knife beside my ear. Kyle screamed, and began to cry. Butters pressed up close to me, he smelt of alcohol. "He is mine," he spat, literally, in my eyes.

"Get the fuck out of here." I snarled, shaking in fear. I was scared, I'll admit it. Butters laughed loudly and I pushed him back. He stumbled, perhaps in shock, and into the stairway, hitting his head on a stair and going limp. I turned to Kyle and kissed all over his face. "Sssh, baby, It's okay. Calm yourself. He's-" that was when he groaned and stirred. I looked around.

"I have to hide you Kyle. Okay? Do you understand me?" I had his face cupped in my hands. He was nodding, his eyes wide and staring at the stirring Butters. "I will get you out, I promise. Come on." I urged, dashing him up the stairs.

He followed, lagging a bit. We ran down the hall and into the bathroom. There was a window, a small one, above the toilet. I looked out of it quickly, glancing back again into the hallway to make sure Butters was not lurking up the stairs. The window was big enough to escape, but had a bit of a fall… One could survive. "Kyle, stay here. Lock the doors. Do not let anyone in. Okay? Look at me," I kissed him hard, and he whimpered when I pulled back. "If something happens, get out. Go through the window and run. Okay, Kyle? Save yourself. I will try to find another way out; I will get us out." I promised, stroking his tear stained cheeks.

He nodded, "I'll be quiet. J-just be safe. I love you."

"I love you to, Kyle." and with that I left, rushing to the stairs when I'd heard he'd locked the door.

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