Slamming the smaller blonde figure onto the red velvet blanket that was once neatly placed across the queen sized bed.

"I'm goin' to fuck you so good, babe." The more bulky male whispered as he crawled over the little bare boy sprawled on the bed. He gently kissed the blonde making him feel safe, magical, and most importantly loved. He wasn't used to the grateful feeling of being wanted, of being loved, but when he was touched by the husky burnet it felt all too right. Like the world was in his hands and he could mend it to the peaceful and wonderful place he had always wanted. He felt on top of the world when his lover stroked him, caressed him, and smothered each particle of his body with his smooth, strong, manly hands. They moved from on top of his slime and now rapidly huffing chest, down to his belly button (which made him giggle slightly), and finely to his navel. He prickled his digits over the soft sensitive skin making the blonde wriggle his girlish figure around under his dominative partner.

Kneeling down he flicked his tongue around the fumbling boy's barely visible adams apple in which he knew was the boy's sweet spot. Writhing on the bottom he couldn't bare keeping silent any longer.

"Uh….Cartman…."

"BUTTERS!" a nasally voice called from beside him. Whipping around from the hazy window he was once gazing out of, lost in his day dreams, he nearly gave himself whiplash.

"y-yes, " butters mumbled at his teacher, knowing he was in trouble for not paying attention in class. The poor boy was ripped out of his world of happiness and ecstasy and now is placed in front of a mad teacher and the lonely remembrance that Cartman broke up with him last month and none of what made up his fantasy happened.

"I asked you, what's the value of X if Y equals 15? But it seems you were too busy with your head in the clouds to learn math. I'm afraid I'm going to have to write you an after school detention " she said with a stern frown.

Butters started to sweat, what would his parents do if they found out he got a detention?! They would ground him for sure! "B-but-"

"No 'buts' ! I suggest you pay more attention next time." She walked back to her desk to scribble the punishment on what is known as a "detention slip" to make sure you don't forget that you have been caught doing something you weren't supposed to do. She then placed the slip on the desk of a now quite frustraited boy.

"bitch." he whispered under his breath as she walked away, not too loud but just loud enough for the three kids that sat around him to hear and snicker at the comment.

shouted at the class to stay quiet, then turned back to the bored.

What a stupid name for a tenth grade teacher, he thought.

~~X~~

Butters walked into the library after school. Handing the old grumpy man assigned to detention duty the yellow slip that butters was fussing over all day. To be honest he was still fussing about it, not because he got in trouble in school, he could handle that but because he knew his parents were going to rip him a new one once he got home. They were harsh like that and it was just another inconveniency that butters had to live with.

Opening up his hello kitty backpack (in which he got a lot of trouble from his peers for having but never got rid of because his parents refused to buy him a new backpack) he pulled out his social studies homework that wasn't due until Friday. Butters usually got really good grades, his parents would for sure hit him for being a no good poor student if he didn't.

Putting the pen to the paper as to answer the first question on his work sheet, he stopped due to a large amount of orange catching his eye, but hey that much orange would catch anyone's attention. Looking up he realized it was his, acquaintance you could say, Kenny McCormick standing in front of him in his, what do you know, orange hoodie (in which the hood was down, unlike when they where younger, exposing his messy and slightly dirty blonde hair).

"Hey" he greeted knowing the old grump there to watch them really didn't care nor notice.

Butters was a little set back by the greeting, you see Kenny hasn't talked to him since the 6th grade (probably due to his many sex scandals and he hasn't had the time or just didn't care for Butters), why would he be talking to him now? Maybe he was just there to taunt him. It wouldn't surprise Butters if he was. It wasn't uncommon for Butters to be harassed by his peers, he wasn't exactly in the "cool" crowd.

"H-hey" Butters finally responded timidly and not sure where else to go.

"Mind if I sit here?" The scruffy blonde asked flashing a seemingly innocent smile.

"Well gee, sure you can." Butters said with a little too much enthusiasm, he didn't intend on Kenny asking to sit next to him but he was excited that he did. It gave Butters a hint of hope that Kenny didn't dislike him after all.

"Thanks", he said pulling out the chair and placing himself down. After a few minutes Kenny's thoughts where averted from his normal train of thought, to confusion. He was all too curious as into why in the world would little innocent butters get into trouble? What, did he get detention for being too nice to someone or something? Turning to him, studying his face that seemed eternally focused on his paper, "So…." He spoke in which caught the lighter blondes attention, "why do you have detention? You don't seem like the type to be in here."

Butters was a little offended by this "not the type"? Well he wasn't that innocent in where he couldn't occasionally get into trouble! He could still get into trouble like any other human being. What makes Kenny the type and not himself? His eye brows furrowed, "What do you mean not the type?" he said a little more harshly then intended.

"Well I mean you're more like the type to stay out of trouble at all costs."

"Well I'm not. I get into trouble like anyone else, I am still human."

This got Kenny thinking, that's true he is human. He isn't some cute little robot that doesn't make any mistakes and did everything that he was told like Kenny imagined him to be. He was human just like Kenny; complete with imperfections, an erdge of rebellion, and sexual desires….That was an interesting thought all together. Little innocent butters with sexual desires. Then out of the blue a ton of sexual thoughts about the cute blonde sitting next to him came rushing through Kenny's brain like a fright train nearly blowing him away. It was slightly….intriguing, exciting, and perhaps even hot to think of such an innocent and cute person being so corrupt. Having his innocents taken and in place of it, pure pleasure and sexual naughtyness….

Kenny suddenly realized what he was thinking. This was Butters! Butters! His child hood friend in which he has known all his lives (he had several due to his deaths)! He couldn't think of such things about him. Not to mention he DATED CARMAN! The apitamy of all ignorance and corruption! Now he deffinetly couldn't think of Butters in such a manner. Cartman would murder him and make sure he never came back if he knew what Kenny was thinking!

Shaking his head as to get the thoughts that still lingered out of his head he realized that butters was now glaring down at his paper as if to burn a hole right through it.

"You're right, sorry" he said snapping butters once again from his thought on social studies. Kenny really didn't mean to upset him, Butters was a (overly at times) nice kid after all and Kenny wasn't that much of an asshole.

Not realizing what happened for a minute butters paused to only figure out what had just seeped out of Kenny's mouth. It was an apology. Kenny had just apologized to him! His face light up at the idea that Kenny cared enough to apologies to him.

"Well it's no problem Kenny, I'm sorry too. I've been such a grump today. It's just been awful. First I'm late to second period class. Then I get a detention in forth. At lunch I got milk on my pants. And now when I get home I-I'm going to get grounded!"

"That does sound hard." Kenny admitted. He had sincere pity for the boy. He remembered when they where younger Mr. and Mrs. Stotch were kind of hard asses and he assumed they haven't changed much.

"Yeah, but I'm used to it by now" he said with a forced smile that Kenny could clearly see through.

"Yeah, but you shouldn't have to Butters, your to sweet and kind hearted for that."

Butters felt touched by Kenny's words even if they might not have meant much to the average person, Butters, being the outcast that he is, such a compliment made him feel nice. He started to wish that he and Kenny didn't stop being friends. As poor as he was, he was also a very nice and genuine boy (when he isn't screwing some lady of the evening) but Butters wasn't really one to judge. "Thanks Kenny! Do you really mean that?!"

Kenny chuckled a bit at Butters excitement, "Of course." he said solemnly. Even if he did date Cartman, Kenny couldn't deny that Butters was a cutie. Kenny wasn't gay, well not fully anyway, but if Butters was a total stranger (and he didn't talk so much) he would probably bang him.

Butters paused a minute evaluating what he was about to say and with out a thought he spurred, "I like talking to you again, ken'." Then he paused once more but this time in shock. That's not what he meant to say! Well maybe it was, but he didn't mean for it to sound so…cheesy!

Kenny just chuckled again, "I like talking to you too, buttercup."

……..

So they continued chatting aimlessly about random subjects such as life, school, friends, family. They talked for the rest of the 2 hours of detention….Butters never finished his social studies home work.