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It was just another day in the crooked office building. Stanley sat up in his sleeping bag, proceeding to let out a yawn. He scratched his head and got up, going to change into the clothes he usually wore, and take a piss. He never undertsood how this place had running water, but oh well.

He soon got dressed, did his buisness, but when he was in this midst of washing his hands, he heard that same old voice again.

"Moring, Stanley!" As enthusastic as the guy sounded, you could he was also tired.

He drowsly walked out of the public restroom. [Hey Narrator.]

"I slept fairly fine." He said, his voice a bit more chill now. "How about you, Stan?"

He sat at an office chair, thinking for a second.

[I slept fine.]

The two soon started to chat for awhile, about pretty normal stuff, until Stanley had a thought.

[...Narrator?]

"Yes, Stanley?"

[You know how we've known eachother for awhile right?]

"...Yeah?" The Narrator got a little nervous.

[Well, In all honesty.. I've never really seen you. You know, like, in person?]

The Narrator thought about that for a seconds. "Hmm.. I suppose you're right. What about it?"

[....Could I maybe.. see what you look like?] Stanley just stared into the security camera, assuming that might be where Narrator is watching him from.

"Well, you see, I could try to find a way, but for now I'm not sure how I could interact with you in-person."

[Or maybe you just wanna hide the fact you're a thousand years old.]

"Oh come on! I'm not that old." He grumbled.

[Can't believe it till I see it.]

Stan had a smug grin on his face.

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Several days had gone by. And it was way more silent than Stanley liked. I mean, he liked peace and quiet, but he also liked listening to the Narrator talk. He has a nice voice. The Narrator hasn't said anything to him for the past day or so, so he's kinda been left alone with his own thoughts. Very, VERY, strange thoughts. What was he thinking about exactly? Let me check my script- wait, hold on? Why does it say sex. Why is this talking about sex? Wait. Oh dear god, am I narrating a smut fan fiction between these two? Meryl really needs to start telling me what the story is about before he sends me out to read it. But since I can't really just quit mid-story.. I guess I will continue reading this for you horny freaks. Anyhow...

He then heard that same old voice come out again, but a bit more toned down.

"Stanley? Are you still there?"

[Yeah. I'm literally right here.]

"Great! Cuz I have something to tell you. It's the reason I stopped talking for a bit."

[...What is it?]

"I found a way to make it so I can be in the game with you!"

The younger male froze. He actually found some way? Damn.

[..And that is?]

"I can make a copy of myself using some softwares, and I mean, like, an exact copy. And I will still have my abilities, too!"

[That's sick as hell!]

It really is happening, after who knows how long.

"Okay then. Just give me a second.."

Several minutes later...

"Alright, Stanley, Close your eyes."

Stanley obeyed, closing his eyes, and waiting patiently. Eventually, he heard the Narrator again. But he sounded like he was in the room this time.

"You can look now!"

Stanley opened his eyes, and..

".....It's me! Hi, Stanley!"

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Stanley just stared in awe at the man how was ever-so-slightly shorter then him. Of course, he always had a feeling that he at least has some sort of physical form, but never one that looked so... human. He just stood there, scanning the man's every detail.

"Stanley, are you okay?" The narrator raised an eyebrow at the awfully still Stanley, and crossed his arms.

The office worker very quickly stepped out of his trance.

[Yeah. I'm okay.] He signed, offering the man a sheepish smile.

"..Alright then.. So how do I look Stanley?" He opened his arms out, as if showing himself off. From Stanley's point of view, he did in fact look as old as he sounded. He hair short, gray hair, peach skin, and square glasses. He wore semi-formal clothing, and his tie looked kind of like the adventure line. Neat-o.

[You look decent.]

"....Just decent?" The Narrator saddened a little at this.

[What else am I supposed to say?] He signed.

[Oh my god, Narrator, you are the most gorgeous specimen I've ever seen!] He did a fake cutesy face whilst he signed this.

The Narrator sighed upon reading his signing. "Stanley this isn't the time to joke around! This is my first time seeing you in person, we can't let that go to waste!" He said dramatically.

[Well, what else are we supposed to do?] He signed, a neutral expression on his face. 

"Well, Stanley, We could-........." He thought for a moment, and it was clear he actually had no idea what to do.

Stanley chuckled a little at this. [You don't know what to do, don't you?] He signed.

"..Yes." He said sheepishly. "I mean. Its not like I always not know what to do! Its just... Me going into the parable IS not in my script..." 

[Eh, whatever.] He signed, shrugging the matter off. [I'm gonna go explore. Bye.] The office worker started walking off, before a hand on his shoulder brought him to a halt.

"Stanley, wait." 

Stanley turned around, confused and annoyed. [What is it now?] He signed.

"...Can I come with you? I've never been in the parable myself, so I wanna see what its like."

Stanley was a little surprised by this, but he didn't see why not. [Sure I guess.]

The two then proceeded to wander around the office, the Narrator was seemingly fascinated with it all. After wandering around the building, the two decided to head to the employee lounge. Just to 'rest', according to Stanley. He claimed it helped make this 'tired' feeling that the Narrator felt go away. The two sat down on the old couch, the Narrator letting out a small sigh of relief at the feeling. The duo sat in silence for a moment, before the Narrator decided to break it. 

"Stanley?" 

The office worker quickly turned his attention to the shorter man. [Yeah?] He signed.

"...What does it feel like to love someone?"

[What do you mean by that?]

"Like to love someone, romantically. What's it like?" His voice was quiet, and he sounded ever-so-slightly... emotional.

[Well, for one, you love them, obviously. From what I remember, you may kiss each other, hold hands, cuddle each other, hug each other, and... other stuff, too.]

"..Huh. Okay." The Narrator went silent for a few seconds before speaking again. "Stanley? 

[Yes?]

"Do you hate me?"

Silence.

Stanley felt a knot form in his stomach just at this one question. He could feel those feelings he tried so hard to keep locked away and compressed start to come out a little. 

[No.] He simply signed, looking down.

"...Are you sure? After everything I've done?" 

The office worker nodded, his breath becoming slightly hitched. 

The two were quiet again for a brief moment. The atmosphere in the room was rather awkward. But, spite this, Stanley was.. curious, as to why he would suddenly ask this.

He tapped the Narrator on the shoulder, making the man look at him. [Why are you suddenly asking me this stuff?] He signed

Narrator frowned a little when he read his signing, he just looked away, proceeding to mumble something Stanley couldn't quite make out. Stanley decided to try and use his voice this time, even if he was bad at it. Because, in the end, there was some stuff he could say.

"..What?" The office worked spoke, his voice was quiet. He hated when he had to try and speak, but he didn't know how else to get the Narrator's attention.

Stanley couldn't quite see it, but the Narrator was a little shocked at Stanley suddenly speaking. He just mumbled again, only it was a little louder this time. The only word Stanley could make out was 'love'. Now he was even more confused.

"...what?" He spoke again, his voice a little more raspy then before.

The Narrator just rested his head in his arms, staring at the other end of the room. He mumbled AGAIN, and now Stanley could make out the words 'I love'. He was still super confused, and wanted to know, but since he didn't wanna have to talk again, he just shook the Narrator lightly, slightly irritated with how vague this guy was being.

"..Stanley, stop it." He finally turned his head to look at Stanley.

Stanley shook his head. [Not until you answer me without mumbling it like your insane.] The Narrator turned his head back, resting it in his arms. Stanley instantly went back to shaking the man, slowly shaking him harder until he was basically giving the man a rough massage, and-

"I LOVE YOU, STANLEY!" He finally blurted out.

Stanley stopped, and stumbled back a little in shock. He just blinked, staring at the man in front of him. Did he mean that as he loves him as a friend? Or does he-.... Oh. That would explain why he asked Stanley those questions. And why he kept mumbling it instead of just straight up telling him. The room was quiet. Really quiet. The two just stayed silent, the tension in the room was practically crushing Stanley to death at this point. 

"I'm sorry." The Narrator finally spoke again, still facing away from Stanley.

He couldn't see if Stanley had signed anything in response, but in all honesty, he didn't wanna know. Before he could say anything more though, he felt a light tug on the back of his sweater-vest. He turned around in curiosity, as soon as he did, he was instantly pulled into a kiss. He just sat there in shock for a moment, before kissing back out of instinct. It was a sudden move Stanley decided to make, but he didn't really care too much at this point. The two just kissed for a bit, before pulling away. The Narrator just stared in awe.

"...........why?" He said quietly. Stanley didn't respond, instead, he just looked down.

There was silence between the two.

"...Can we do that again?" The Narrator asked shyly.

[You wanna kiss again?] Stanley signed.

"..Yes, uh, kiss. Whatever that was." He said, fidgeting with his hands as he spoke.

Stanley quickly obliged, pulling the shorter man in for another kiss. Stanley held down the Narrator on the couch a little, the kiss eventually turning into a full on make-out sesh. Small moans escaped the Narrator, as Stanley ran his hands up and down his body, exploring it in a way.

Stanley ran his hands around his body, eventually reaching his thighs. He rubbed them a little, feeling the man shiver a little. The two eventually pulled away from the kiss, as they needed to breath, and Stanley could feel how tight his pants were by now, so he felt like asking.

[Is it fine if we take this further?] Stanley signed. The Narrator was still panting, but read Stanley's signing and looked up at him, confused.

"What do you mean by 'take it further', Stanley?" He said, still panting a little.

[I can show you.] Stanley signed, a small grin of his face. [And if you feel uncomfortable or want me to stop, you can tell me.]

"..Okay then." He reluctantly replied.

Stanley was happy with this answer, and quickly went to unbuckling the man's belt. The Narrator watched as Stanley pulled down his pants, and also watched Stanley's face turned to slight confusion when he saw the wet spot on the Narrators boxers. 

"....Is something wrong?" The Narrator said nervously.

Stanley didn't respond, instead, he noticed Stanley pulling down his boxers, before he could stop him, Stanley threw them to the side, and just stared in awe.

[Narrator, are you trans?] He signed, looking at the Narrator with curiosity in his eyes.

"Stanley what do you mean by 'trans'?"

[Transgender. Its when your born a guy but become a girl, or, in your case, at least I think its your case, a girl becoming a guy.] He casually signed.

"Huh." The Narrator said bluntly. He never knew there was.. a label for changing your original gender. "Is that bad, Stanley?"

[Nah. In fact, this is more or so a win situation for me.] 

"...Okay then." 

Stanley soon went back to what he was doing by unbuckling his own belt, making his pants slip down a little, revealing his boxers, and.. the tent in them. He excitedly removed his pants too, and pulled down his boxers, soon revealing his.. well, cock. The Narrator just stared for a moment before realizing what exactly they were doing. 

"Wait. Stanley?"

[Yeah?]

"Judging by the fact both our genitals are, well, out in the open, does that mean that we are... What's the word again?" 

[Sex.]

"Oh... Isn't that something only people who love each other romantically do?"

[Yes. Didn't you say you love me earlier?]

"....Yes."

[And I love you too.]

"..Oh." He felt himself blush quite a bit at this. 

[So then is it fine if we have sex? I wanna make sure I actually have your consent. I don't mind if you don't wanna do this, I can stop.] Stanley gave the man below him a sweet smile as he signed this.

"..Okay. We can continue, it's just..."

[Just what?]

"I've never really stuck anything in there, and I have no idea what 'sex' even feels like. Does it hurt?"

[Well, in your case, it might hurt a little bit at first, but don't worry, the feeling will soon go away.]

"..Alright then. Whatever you say, Stanley." He gulped a little as he watched Stanley align his dick with the mans already wet entrance. 

[If you want me to stop, say 'Line', Okay?] He signed.

"..Okay." 

Stanley soon proceeded to stick his tip in, before slowly putting his entire length in. The Narrator winced a little at the feeling, as it in fact, was painful, but he was quickly distracted when they both watched a little bit of blood trickled out of him. 

"...Stanley? Is there supposed to be blood?"

[I'm pretty sure that's just virginal blood, from what I remember.] 

"So its normal? Nothings wrong?" 

[Correct.]

"Okay.. You can continue then."

Stanley happily listened, slowly thrusting into him. The Narrator let out very small noises, as he didn't like the painful feeling. After a bit more thrusting though, the feeling stopped being painful, in fact, it felt kind of... Nice. Stanley noticed him start to let out tiny moans, and he took this upon himself to start thrusting a little faster.

Small moans escaped the mans lips as he felt himself being thrusted into. He liked this so far, but.. he wanted more.

"Faster..." He stuttered out. Stanley quickly obliged, and started thrusting a lot faster. The moans that came from the man below him was music to his ears. He watched as the other shivered below him, begging him to go faster, deeper, whatever else the office worker could do to make this experience even more pleasurable for him. He gripped onto Stanley's shoulders, moaning the mans name as his insides were rammed into. Out of everything that could've happened when he decided to go into the parable, he didn't expect this. Not like he was complaining, though.

Moans and sounds of skin slapping filled the room, and at this point, these two were fucking like animals. Stanley moaned and grunted as he fucked the other, his mind practically blank at this point. All he cared about was the nice feeling of his cock thrusting inside the other.

The two fucked like rabbits for at least 30 more minutes before Stanley could feel himself being close. He could feel a knot form in his stomach as he did one final thrust and came inside the other. The Narrator let out a load moan, seemingly finishing too. Stanley simply pulled out his dick and watched as his cum leaked out of the Narrator. The two just panted, Stanley leaned again the couch leg.

[Narrator?] Stanley signed very lazily, still out of breath.

"...Y-yes, Stanley?"

[Can we do round 2?]

"...What do you mean by.. round 2?"

[I mean that we continue.]

"..Continue having sex?"

[Yeah.]

"....Yes, Please."