Rating: PG14 for the entire story. There will be swearing, sexual innuendo, and violence.
Pairing: Kyle/Cartman
Summary: They've hated one another since forever, but only they were allowed to hurt each other. A trip to New York ends badly, when Eric once again comes to Kyle's rescue. Together, they flee the country and find themselves in Canada, running from the law.
The lovely vixums mentioned a dream in which Cartman and Kyle had to run. Eric had of course, done something horribly wrong. This story is entirely for her. Deanna, I love you so much dude. You're always so friendly and kind, so I wanted to repay you. This is going to be an actual fanfic, and it is one hundred percent yours. Thank you so much for dealing with me these past few weeks; I've had a wonderful time. I don't think you quite know how much you've helped me, but regardless, I hope you like this story.
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Kyle whimpered in fear, squirming under the large body above him. His face was pressed into cold linoleum flooring, and there was a puddle beside his nose. He hoped to God that it was water from wet shoes, and not piss. The entire bathroom smelled stale, and he crinkled his nose against the overwhelming scent. The man above him chuckled, leaning down to bite against an ear.
Kyle screamed when the flesh ripped, softly begging the man to get off of him. He squirmed, cringing at the feel of blood sliding wetly against his neck. A shudder ran through his small frame as thick, dirty fingers worked their way into his mouth.
"God damn you're a pretty little thing. Somethin' this pretty shouldn't be goin' into the men's washroom." A drunken voice purred into his ear, as the blood was slowly licked away. "Fuck you taste almost as pretty as you look." The voice groaned as the owner rubbed himself against Kyle's behind.
The Jew trembled harder, eyes closing to help fight off the panic he was feeling. He knew going to the bathroom alone had been a bad idea. And now, here he was, getting humped like a two dollar whore by some old drunk guy.
The thought that the man was drunk calmed Kyle's nerves. The fucker probably wouldn't be able to perform. Kyle relaxed slowly, not realising that it made the man think his new toy was actually becoming more willing.
"See I knew a pretty little girl like you would want this. You need a man huh? Not those pussies you were with earlier, a real man."
Kyle bit back a smart remark about the girl comments. Sure, he had feminine features, but he was most definitely not a gi- Oh. Apparently the drunken bastard was figuring this out. Kyle resumed his squirming as a rough hand closed over his groin, squeezing him.
"Yeah. Yeah you like that don't you pretty? Feels good huh? Feels nice to have a man around, to treat you right." The husky voice growled against the skin of his neck. Dear God the bastard was leaving a hickey. Kyle suddenly felt the urge to vomit.
Instead, he curled his lips into a sneer and responded with, "No it hurts. And I don't see a man, I see some fat old pig who likes to rape kids."
All it earned him was a sharp twist of his testicles. His scream was silenced by a hand clamping over his mouth. Closing his eyes again, Kyle mentally screamed for Stan, Kenny – hell even the fatass. Anyone.
Apparently there was a God, as he answered Kyle's prayers.
The door to the bathroom swung open as Eric stepped into the room, calling out, "Ay! Jew, what the fuck is taking your scrawny ass so long? I thought you just had to take a quick piss!"
Kyle cheered to himself, turning his head as best he could to look towards the sink. The door was just a small hallway and a turn away. He began to shout behind the hand, calling for Eric to come closer. He realised absently that he was crying, and wondered when he had started. His reflexes kicked in and Kyle bit down on his tongue to try and stem the flow of tears. If fatass saw him crying, there was no way he'd let him live it down. Being molested and crying over it? Oh God. Maybe it would have been better if Stan had come...
Eric turned the corner, rolling his eyes again. 'God damn Jew, how long does it take to have a piss? Christ.' His thoughts stopped immediately when he caught sight of what exactly had been taking the little Jew so long.
He saw red.
Kyle's shouts filled the air when Cartman lunged forward, hitting the older man and knocking him off of the Jew. The redhead scuttled backwards, pressed against the wall. His pant leg and ass were soaked from the water he was sitting in, as he watched the fight.
Fuck Cartman was scary.
His fists pounded into the pervert over and over. He didn't even look like he knew what he was doing. Kyle would have gotten up to stop him, but he highly doubted that Eric could be calmed down at this point. The other boys face was filled with rage, as he slammed the older man's head into the ground. There was blood pooling now.
The pervert's nose was broken, and he was shouting in fear. His tongue pushed out of his mouth, bringing two teeth with it. They scattered to the floor, covered in sticky saliva and blood. His was lucky it was his two front teeth, or he would have bitten the tip of his tongue off as Eric slammed his face into the floor once more.
"No one touches my fucking Jew! No one! Do you understand me you sick fuck?" The fat boy roared. The head of the pervert hit the ground once more. His screams were silenced by a loud crack. Kyle stared in horror as the life faded from those creepy eyes.
Eric leaned back, panting hard. He had a faint look of shock on his face as he stared down at what he had done. The man wasn't breathing anymore.
Kyle was in shock, to say the least. He watched as Eric stood up, walked to the sink, and washed his hands. The fatass looked insanely calm, and Kyle vaguely wondered if he'd done anything like that before.
Eric walked over to Kyle, crouching down slowly in front of him. He eyed the Jew up and down, before releasing a deep sigh. "Come on Kahl. We gotta get out of here. Someone's going to come in eventually." He said softly, reaching out to grab the Jew under the arms. He hoisted him onto his feet, tugging him out of the bathroom.
Neither boy bothered to look at the body behind them as they slipped out of the bathroom and back into the sweaty, pulsing mass of bodies on the dance floor.
Eric cast a glance down at Kyle before turning and tugging him out of the club. They went to the hotel room, where they sat on the bed and began to plan.
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I'm really proud of this chapter ;;