I Need You.
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+S through Z › South Park › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
3,497
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I Need You.
I Need You.
by DeadKenny.
WARNING: Underage Stan/Kenny slash. Also language and violence.
Life wasn't fair. It wasn't fair, and Stan knew it.
It wasn't right, wasn't normal. What would his friends and family say? What would everyone say, if they knew about it?
What would Kenny say? How would the blonde react? With hatred or would he return the feelings?
The black-haired boy sighed as he stared out the window, his breath leaving a foggy mist on the chilled glass. Raising one finger, Stan wrote something in the myst on the window. One simple word was all he wrote.
The word was "Kenny."
With a deep sigh, Stan decided that he couldn't just sit there and mope. He would go crazy if he didn't leave the house and talk to Kenny... NOW.
He grabbed his coat.
~~***~~
"KENNY, YOU SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH!!"
The blonde winced, his head snapping to the side, as his father's angry fist smashed across his face, sending spittle and blood flying and making a nasty purple bruise on his cheek.
This wasn't fair. Kenny hadn't even done anything, when his drunken asshole of a father had started yelling at him for no reason.
The boy had opened his mouth, set on saying something along the lines of "what did I do now?" but he had barely only gotten two words before Stuart had struck him.
Glaring hatefully at his father, trying with great difficulty to keep his rage-filled thoughts from becoming acts of physical and or verbal retailiation, Kenny opted instead to leave.
Storming out of the house, Kenny didn't look back, both out of a strong desire to not want the glaring face of his fr, ar, and also because if he did, the blonde-haired boy knew he would burst into tears, flowing with sorrow over his abusive lifestyle.
Why'd he put up with it? Why did he just take it? Since he was only 9 years old, Kenny couldn't very well move outhomehome, but he could find somewhere to go, to stay somewhere where, at the very least, he could stay long enough to heal and recover.
But then what would happen? He'd knew deep in his heart that after so long, Kenny would've had to return home, and then the shouting and fighting and beating would start all over again, unhindered.
Then the shadow moved in front of him on the sidewalk, Ken Kenny flinched in shock, all thoughts leaving the building as he tried to recatis bis breath.
"Sorry," Stan looked apologetically at his friend. "What's wrong?"
Without answering, Kenny burst out into tears, and Stan, not knowing what else to do, hugged him tighly, whispering soogly gly into the boy's right ear. "Ssshhhhh. Was it your dad again?"
Kenny, through tear-racked eyes, looked at him helplessly. "Stan..."
"Things wil be okay, Kenny, I promise."
"How could you know that?"
Without saying a word, Stan kissed him, an tha that very moment, Kenny's question was answered.
Instead of reacting with hatred, or shock, as Stan had feared, Kenny didn't resist the kiss one bit. In fact, he almost seemed to enjoy it, wrapping both arms around his companion and returning it, tongue probing. Stan opened his mouth.
The snow fell around them, but went unnoticed, as the boys just stood there, amidst the snow covered sidewalk, holding each other tightly.
by DeadKenny.
WARNING: Underage Stan/Kenny slash. Also language and violence.
Life wasn't fair. It wasn't fair, and Stan knew it.
It wasn't right, wasn't normal. What would his friends and family say? What would everyone say, if they knew about it?
What would Kenny say? How would the blonde react? With hatred or would he return the feelings?
The black-haired boy sighed as he stared out the window, his breath leaving a foggy mist on the chilled glass. Raising one finger, Stan wrote something in the myst on the window. One simple word was all he wrote.
The word was "Kenny."
With a deep sigh, Stan decided that he couldn't just sit there and mope. He would go crazy if he didn't leave the house and talk to Kenny... NOW.
He grabbed his coat.
~~***~~
"KENNY, YOU SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH!!"
The blonde winced, his head snapping to the side, as his father's angry fist smashed across his face, sending spittle and blood flying and making a nasty purple bruise on his cheek.
This wasn't fair. Kenny hadn't even done anything, when his drunken asshole of a father had started yelling at him for no reason.
The boy had opened his mouth, set on saying something along the lines of "what did I do now?" but he had barely only gotten two words before Stuart had struck him.
Glaring hatefully at his father, trying with great difficulty to keep his rage-filled thoughts from becoming acts of physical and or verbal retailiation, Kenny opted instead to leave.
Storming out of the house, Kenny didn't look back, both out of a strong desire to not want the glaring face of his fr, ar, and also because if he did, the blonde-haired boy knew he would burst into tears, flowing with sorrow over his abusive lifestyle.
Why'd he put up with it? Why did he just take it? Since he was only 9 years old, Kenny couldn't very well move outhomehome, but he could find somewhere to go, to stay somewhere where, at the very least, he could stay long enough to heal and recover.
But then what would happen? He'd knew deep in his heart that after so long, Kenny would've had to return home, and then the shouting and fighting and beating would start all over again, unhindered.
Then the shadow moved in front of him on the sidewalk, Ken Kenny flinched in shock, all thoughts leaving the building as he tried to recatis bis breath.
"Sorry," Stan looked apologetically at his friend. "What's wrong?"
Without answering, Kenny burst out into tears, and Stan, not knowing what else to do, hugged him tighly, whispering soogly gly into the boy's right ear. "Ssshhhhh. Was it your dad again?"
Kenny, through tear-racked eyes, looked at him helplessly. "Stan..."
"Things wil be okay, Kenny, I promise."
"How could you know that?"
Without saying a word, Stan kissed him, an tha that very moment, Kenny's question was answered.
Instead of reacting with hatred, or shock, as Stan had feared, Kenny didn't resist the kiss one bit. In fact, he almost seemed to enjoy it, wrapping both arms around his companion and returning it, tongue probing. Stan opened his mouth.
The snow fell around them, but went unnoticed, as the boys just stood there, amidst the snow covered sidewalk, holding each other tightly.