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Play With Me	By : Diala Category: +S through Z > South Park > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3306 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: “Play With Me”
Author: Diala (rokkuman_no_ookami@hotmail.com)
Pairings: Stan/Kyle
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sexual encounters, a bit of cussing
Disclaimer: I own this Pepsi. I own this fanfic. I own you. But I do not own these characters. Except maybe the fool… hmm…
Distribution: Ask please.
Author’s Notes: Thanks to Don for proofreading this for me, hence helping it make more sense (since it is weird enough already). I wrote this in the middle of the night. I was focusing feirdeird, and I guess I got it. Yay? So enjoy.

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The lonely night was nearly perpetual. The silence and the lneslness of the room touched the deep soul of its inhabitant: the somewhat small, frightful creature shuddering underneath the sheets. An object fell from its desired place... the noise filled the room with violence. The human leapt up and darted his eyes from place to place. However, it didn't dare crawl back beneath his bed. No matter if it was a book or a monster from the beyond, it didn't matter. He was on nerves anyway.

The being was plagued with worry and pain. His heart was empty, and when one’s soul lacks inhabitance, the rest falls out of place eventually. He is but 10 years old, but his soul yearns for companionship… he didn’t know what it was or with who, but his mind always drifted towards a black-haired boy in his life. But it cannot be him. It just can’t.

In the fading moonlight of the distant evening, the young human got up. His feet almost shivered at the chill of the floor. The light faded on a small notebook which bore the name "Kyle." The owner of the book only mildly acknowledged its presence. The young boy wandered off out the door.

His endless wanderings lead to the kitchen. Here, more light was available, but the place was still eluded with shadows. Kyle wandered off near the refrigerator and opened the wide door to grab what appeared to be a gallon of water. The contents of the bottle were never cared about. With a quick slip of the wrist, he removed the cap. His other hand reached for a nearby glass and poured the liquid into the see-through container. Another few seconds left its contents nonexistent.

The wandering being hence continued on, until the being found himself outdoors. The pale moonlight was his only greeting. The west wind brushed his legs with exaggeration. Kyle stepped out barefoot into the sidewalk.

He stared up into the street lamp, its emotionless glow shining off his red hair. The young boy saw another figure walking the streets, a mystery to his very existence. He muttered, "W-who... are you?"

"I..." the being commented, "...am nobody! Yet anybody!" The unusual person spun around in the dark. "I am you! You are me! I am everybody!"

Kyle backed away in fear.

"What is the time? I always forget here and there. And everywhere!" Sinister laughter filled the air.

"I don't like you! Who the fuck are you?!" The boy sneered.

"Like... and dislike... it is all a game. A game played by children in the sun, not knowing the death and violence the game is behind... the violence of young men in World War II as they dug in the ground of Europe as they get their heads blown off."

"Who are you?!"

The stranger ignored the comment. "Speaking of Europe, there is but another little boy wandering around this destitute area." He smirked. "Playame!ame! Go find him! And play the struggles of life and death with him." The figure wandered off on the street and danced, swirling around the fading light of the street lamp. "For this is just a stage, and we are actors just playing a part like a fool... and disappearing. Die and let death. Tears are but a crystallized form of blood."

Kyle began to run away.

"Oh, the toils of love! Drama, drama! Oh, leave me behind, oh fair Queen of England! Your wine is much too much for my... whiskey. For I am a young boy, in love with another young boy, and I want to seek the secret of his... passion." It laughed at the thought. "Run, run! Have yourself a jolly ol' time upon the grave!" The figure was never heard by Kyle again.

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After running for a while, the young boy stopped and gasped. He looked left. Nothing there. He looked right. Nothing there, either. But look ahead... he found fear.

"Stan!" The two ran until they stumbled.

"Wh-wh-what are you doing here?!" The ebony-haired one said.

"I... found this strange guy. Where are we? Why are we here?"

The two shared a silence.

"What time is it?" Stan muttered.

"I... forgot." His partner replied.

Once again, silence filled the air. The two sat down in the pale moonlight and the shine of nearby porch light. They looked upon each other with unknown fear. One of them extended a hand and touched the first... wether to see if he waill ill alive, who really knows. The other stood boldly and sighed.

"Come with me. I have things to tell." Stan muttered and wandered off down the street. Kyle ran up behind him.

"Where are we going?" The auburn one whispered meekly.

Stan kept on walking. The two shared a silence with each other. Finally, Stan turned around and muttered, "It doesn't matter where we go. The only thing that matters is the journey there."

Kyle leapt in surprise. His partner is growing stranger and stranger by the minute... his eyes reflected upon the crazed man dancing around him a while ago. Isn't that something he'd say? However, he dared not ask. He just followed his best friend.

After a while of what seemed to be aimlessly walking, the two stopped. A light snowflake fell in the distance. Soon, the air was white and black, all mixed together in a form of blurred insanity. The ebony one turned around sharply and took off his night shirt.

"Love me!" He commanded.

Kyle blinked. What an unusual thing to say, especially in the middle of a storm. But he took careful s tos towards Stan. Finally, they hugged. However, Kyle was still fearful of Stan’s unusual behavior.

"Kiss me." A second command filled the air.

Kyle was shocked, but with Stan's fingertips burying into his back, he was force to brush his face softly against his partner's, giving him a small kiss.

“Why, Stan? Why… are you acting this way?”

"Fill me!" The child boomed, ignoring the commands of his partner.

The auburn one fell back into the fresh snow, freeing himself from Stan's claws. "What?" He muttered in fear.

Stan ignored him, and proceeded to strip.

"No, no..." Kyle denied. "No, no, no, no..."

The ebony boy stood nude before him.

"No!" Kyle struggled to get up. But he failed, and became a victim in the snow's grasp. He felt Stan's hand rubbing against his light shirt, and in an instant, removed it. Kyle wanted to fight back, but the other boy's presence was too strong. Finally, he relaxed, willing to be dominated.

Stan was busy clawing at his pants.

"W-why?" Kyle muttered. "Why... now?"

"Oh!" Stan laughed. "Because this is what you want!"

"What?!" Kyle pants were being removed, leaving him but his underwear. Stan ignored his plea and began to rip his underwear off him.

"W-when did I say I wanted this?"

Stan removed the shred of underwear and left Kyle nude. His hand marveled at Kyle's penis. "Oh, how big you've gotten!"

"Answer me!" Kyle yelled.

Stan looked up, as an innocent puppy would to its master, and pleaded. "Ever since the dawn of time! And, with hope, I can make you confess!" He lifted the auburn child's legs into the air and began to lick his behind. Kyle could feel the young tongue cleaning him. He didn't know wether to think that this pleasure, or pain.

Kyle was shocked. "H-h-how? What should I confess?"

The tongue flickered around the crack and the hole, teasing its owner ever so slightly. The child lifted his head to mutter, "Him!" and then placed his head back.

"Who?" Kyle squirmed.

Stan stuck a finger into him.

"Stan" was his only word.

"But... you're Stan!" The comment sounded more like a whine than speech.

"No, I'm not." The dominant one stuck another finger into Kyle, stretching his hole even more. Kyle was still rather young, and this hurt him quite a bit.

"...then, who are you?" Kyle began to fear. Cartman? No... Cartman is too fat. Kenny? Butters? Someone else? His mind ran through all the possibilities.

"None." The mysterious figure grabbed a nearby chunk of fresh snow and rubbed it all over his face. Somehow, this revealed who the person was.

"...ME?!"

The being was a likeness of Kyle himself. Same tone, same body, same everything. However, the being wore a light black scarf around his throat, which the former didn't notice before. The figure seemed to be also surrounded by shadows, which cover up his defiant features. The dark one just smiled and stuck another figure into Kyle's hole.

Kyle was speechless.

"Just enjoy the ride." The opposite muttered. His hand surrounded the fearful one's penis. He continued to marvel at it mildly, and then he rubbed the staff. Kyle threw his head back at the jerking. He resisted moaning, but the pressure increased. Who would he moan to, anyway?

The dark being slowly licked the tip of Kyle's penis. He rubbed the balls softly, with his bare hands. Kyle winced. "But... but..." He didn't understand. He is but a young boy! What pleasure would this darker image have with him?

The opposite stuck his penis into his mouth.

Kyle whined. Loudly. He admitted defeat in this war of body and mind and let the figure violate him. However, he felt his penis stiffen... an unusual phenomenon to him. He quickly darted his eyes around, to make sure no one was around to witness him and this figure. He was somewhat relieved, somewhat disappointed.

The darker being sucked on Kyle's dick for a while, then withdrew it. "Like that?" He muttered.

"...yes..."

"Then go ask Stan for some. I'll see you later."

Kyle whimpered. He didn't enjoy the fact that it was forced on him, but he did enjoy it in general. He got to his knees and begged his opposite to finish him, even in the stormy weather. The dark being just shrugged and walked away.

Kyle didn't comprehend why, but he chased after the other boy. After a while of chase, the figure whirled off his scarf and revealed himself to be the Son of Satan himself. His black ebony hair shone in the fading light of the streetlamps, his fangs predominately white, and his eyes blood red.

"...What?! Damien?" Kyle stood in shock. The wind blew harder around his nude body. He seemed almost frozen, but he didn't care.

"I was bored." Damien smirked. "So I sent my minions to look for someone to play. Luckily, you were about. And you fell for the bait."

"So you were behind that strange guy?"

"Yup. He’s a servant of mine. Nuts, isn’t he?"

The two shared a moment of silence. "Why? Why would you care about my feelings for Stan?"

"I told you, I was bored. Now sleep." The evil one threw the scarf over Kyle's head. He almost lost consciousness immediately.

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Kyle found himself on the ground the next morning. He was still nude, save for a dark black scarf. The very same scarf Damien wore. At first, the embarrassment of his predicament didn't get to his head. He was just stoked that Damien didn't kill him. However, he then looked upon his member and shrieked in fear. He threw the scarf over his privates and ran.

In the middle of his running, he ran into Stan. The real thing, since he was taking Sparky outside. He looked at the boy who just ran into him and blinked. "What happened to you?"

"I... don't know." Kyle said honestly.

"C'mon now, go inside. You'll freeze your ass off here." Stan walked over to his door.

Kyle blinked. Not the type of thing you'd say to someone who is just wearing a scarf for covering, but...

Kyle followed Stan into the house.

They were found in Stan’s bed nude several hours later.
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