Edit: When I started I had not decided if I wanted to do side-pairings, since I now know that this story will include a Kenny romance subplot plus other minor romances/triangles. I wanted to give a heads up for new readers. I would put it in the summary, but it only allows a certain number of characters. I have posted a complete list of pairings in the note on the bottom of this chapter in case this is something you would like to know before starting this story.

Summary updated to be closer in tune with my direction of the story.

Hello Everyone: This is my first South Park fic, inspired by the Tweek X Craig episode. It basically came about, because my mind keeps obsessing over what happens to the two boys in the future. So this will be a Craig and Tweek pairing, obviously boy love, and includes smut, and vulgar language. It will include a Kenny romance subplot, angst and love triangles. Possibly even a dark moment or two, but nothing too dark.

Caprice

Chapter 1: Prologue

It's early summer in South Park, Colorado, and for the past week a relentless heat wave has been smothering the town with record breaking triple-digit temperatures. The late night sky is clear, a full moon shining brightly to illuminate the shops and houses giving South Park the deceptive appearance of a post card perfect small town. Fortunately, tonight they've been granted a light breeze, inspiring most of South Park to crack open their windows, and in the case of Craig Tucker there is also a red Vornado table top fan perched precariously on the small ledge of his window sill.

Inside his bedroom, seventeen year old Craig Tucker is sleeping in the queen sized platform bed that his parents bought him when he turned sixteen. At six foot four he had grown too tall to remain in a twin bed, so instead of the new bicycle that he wanted he ended up with new bedroom furniture. Fortunately, he faired better for his seventeenth birthday, when the coveted carbon-fiber mountain bike that he had been pestering his parents for arrived on his doorstep.

Craig is dressed only in a pair of navy blue boxers, which are damp from sweat, and sticking to his sleek skin uncomfortably. He kicked off his thin summer blanket early on, because frankly it was too damn hot for that shit, and his long trim legs are twisted around an old Terrance shaped body pillow that has seen better days. His sleep is fitful, and occasionally he squirms about restlessly, letting out gentle moans and groans, as he struggles deeply within a very vivid dream. Suddenly, his body tenses up, his legs tightening around his body pillow for a moment, before his eyes shoot open, glazed, and bewildered. His chest is pounding, as he stares, anxiously, around his moonlit room.

"What the fuck?" He lets out in a small thick whisper, as he kicks the body pillow off of the bed, and sits up shakily. "Seriously! What the fuck?!" he repeats, a bit louder this time. "Why is this happening to me?"

Craig Tucker considers himself to be pretty normal, unlike the rest of his South Park classmates Craig prefers activities that could be considered boring. He favors bowling to dancing, bicycles to sports cars, and movie night to just about anything else you got. In fact, up until that whole Peru incident in 4th grade, Craig grew up feeling like he was a background character in someone else's life story. Craig was that 'other' kid, just a simple child who hid behind a blue hat and liked to flip people off. He was always part of the crowd, but never the center of attention. At one point Craig was even convinced that he was adopted, because his father never gave him an ounce of affection. Still Craig was content with that life, or so he told himself, until his 'boyfriend' happened.

When Craig was ten years old he was suddenly, and maliciously, outed in front of the entire school by a little bitch named Wendy Testaburger. For some reason, which Craig never really understood, a group of Asian girls had started drawing weird pictures of Craig in compromising situations with Tweek Tweak, another boy from his class.

Truthfully, the whole thing was so confusing, because Craig was certain that he was straight. Okay, okay, so maybe he wasn't 100 percent certain, since to be honest the chicks at South Park elementary were a pretty scary bunch, and Craig found most of them to be rather ugly, plus girls kind of stank. This was something that Craig learned after Token and Clyde dragged him to a stupid whore party a Bebe Stevens' house. That turned out to be one of the scariest nights of Craig's entire life. He was chased down, tackled, and nearly molested by a revolting dark haired girl who smelled something awful. Craig had nightmares for weeks after that, and to this day Craig isn't comfortable going to Bebe's parties, or being alone in the same room with his female classmates.

Regardless of his distrust of the South Park chicks, Craig was still fairly certain that he was straight. Unfortunately, the rest of the town was not quite as certain, and in the usual fucked up style of South Park everything pretty much escalated from there.

Tweek and Craig both insisted that they were not gay, but absolutely nobody believed them! Even Craig's own father was convinced he was gay, and one night he came into Craig's room and told him that he accepted him. His father loved him for being gay. It was the first time in Craig's entire life that he felt like his father cared about him, and that moment was sort of life changing. Craig decided that if it made everyone so happy for him to be gay for Tweek, the easiest thing would be to just go along with it, but he swore to himself, and also to Tweek that he was still straight, and he would NEVER actually be gay!

It's been seven years now, and Craig and Tweek's fake romance is still going strong. The truth is Craig doesn't really mind pretending to be boyfriends with Tweek anymore, he cares about Tweek a lot, and he loves hanging out with him. He likes it even more than he likes hanging out with Clyde and Token, and he really likes hanging out with those guys, they're his best friends.

The only trouble is, recently, Craig has started to have these really vivid erotic dreams. He understands that it is normal for boys to go through this, because Clyde likes to discuss crap like that, complete with play by play narrations that tend to drive Craig and Token up the walls, but Craig's dreams are a little different. Unlike Clyde, who has wet dreams about females, the co-stars in Craig's dreams tend to be male. Usually the guys are faceless, or at least Craig isn't able to remember enough to attach names to his nocturnal fuck buddies, but occasionally it's someone he knows.

Tonight Craig's dream involved Eric Cartman! As Craig sat in his bed staring resentfully down at his damp boxers he felt like his head was about to explode in aggravation. Shaking the remaining images out of his brain, he jumped out of bed, tore open his dresser for a fresh pair of underwear, and hurried to the shower to cleanse himself of what he felt certain was a nightmare.

As warm water poured over him, Craig leaned his forehead against the shower wall, and quietly started singing to himself. Like the rest of his body, Craig's voice has matured during the past few years, however it still carries a slight nasal quality. When he was younger Craig hated his voice, but recently Craig overheard Tweek telling Henrietta that Craig's voice reminded him of Eddie Vedder.

Henrietta responded by telling Tweek "Eddie Vedder was a douchebag, but Craig's voice made him fuckable, sort of". Craig took that as a high compliment, coming straight from the bitch of darkness herself, and now Craig occasionally sings old Pearl Jam tunes in the shower. Focusing on remembering the lyrics usually calms him down, but right now it isn't working!

Craig is so disturbed, and he simply can't get his body to chill out. Reaching for the tap he turns it all the way to cold, thinking about that old expression 'take a cold shower'. Biting his lip, he waits through the temperature change, while breathing deeply and closing his eyes. It's one thing for him to have wet dreams involving Tweek, because Tweek's cute, and kind, and he's Craig's pretend boyfriend. Craig could also live with the Greek god that was Kenny McCormick, and the perverted freak that was Butters Stotch getting it on in his sleeping brain without his permission one night. Let's face it, that dream was kind of hot, but Craig was drawing the line on his sleeping self sexing up the douchebag tool that was Eric Fucking Cartman.

After awhile, Craig feels slightly calmer. He turns off the tap, and steps shivering from the shower. Drying off with his thick yellow bath towel, Craig pulls on fresh boxers, and heads back into his bedroom. Plopping down at his desk, he fires up his laptop. Obviously, he has some deep seated issues to work through, so maybe it was time to do some real research on this whole 'gay' thing. Taking a deep breath, Craig opens up his browser and starts looking for answers.

At first he felt very uncomfortable, just putting the words 'gay' into his web browser really gave him pause, and the amount of disturbing shit he was forced to dredge through was utterly mind boggling. After working through his nervousness, he decided to try a search on reddit, and he immediately got lucky! Craig came across a fairly normal conversation about being a gay teen, where a contributor recommended a website called Caprice, claiming that it was both educational and satisfying. The website had facts, a discussion forum, as well as photos. The prospect of photos made Craig a little nervous, and his hands were shaking slightly as he typed the site into Google.

What Craig discovered at Caprice was a little different from what he was actually looking for, but it answered his most important question, in addition to totally flipping his shit.

Perhaps Craig should have started by reading the facts, since that was what the first page of the forum suggested, but Craig was never one for following the rules, so instead he dove right into the photo section, and WOW, what an interesting photo section it was. Craig wasn't exactly a stranger to porn, Clyde had been shoving girly magazines in his face since around the 3rd grade, but unlike the pictures in the magazines that Clyde was always lugging around, the pictures on Caprice actually made Craig feel... something.

After flipping past numerous shots of licentious young guys in various states of undress, Craig came upon a photo that made him suddenly stop. His eyes blinked for a moment, his finger that was hovering over the mouse button dropping down to his lap, as he examined the photo with a look of utter fascination. The subject of his sudden interest was an artsy photo of a stunningly attractive blond, naked from the waist up. He appeared to be around the same age as Craig, and the boy held an uncanny resemblance to Tweek, well except for the fact that their eyes were a totally different color, Tweek was much skinnier, and Craig had never seen Tweek with a look like that on his face. Tweek was adorable and pure in Craig's eyes, even during the times when he was acting a little bit crazy, Tweek was precious, he was not like... this.

The boy in the photo was laying in a candlelit room on a bed of silky white sheets, and his hands were pulled up, wrapped with a white gauzy material, and tied to an old grungy looking wrought iron bed frame. The background revealed more of the white gauzy material, which appeared to be hanging from the ceiling, and gave the impression that a gentle breeze was lovingly caressing the beautiful boys skin. The picture cut off at the boys thin sexy hips, so Craig couldn't see what was actually going on down below, but the look on the guys face spoke volumes.

That was the first time that Craig ever masturbated to someone else's image. Sure, like all guys, Craig had went through a period where he was fascinated with his own body, and he certainly enjoyed a little self exploration from time to time, but that and this were two totally different things. He found himself enraptured, and ended up staying awake nearly the entire night, fantasizing about that particular photo, he didn't know why he felt so curious about it, since he had no idea what was going on in the places that the camera lens missed, but not knowing caused his imagination to fill in the blanks. His own dirty thoughts just kept driving him over the edge.

Craig stared into the boys eyes, glazed over with passion as they were, and felt himself growing hard, he reach his hands into his boxers, and ran them over his cock, letting his imagination go wild until he found himself panting and spilling thick cum all over his hands. He closed his eyes, breathing slowly while his body calmed down. He stumbled to the bathroom, cleaned himself up, than returned to his laptop to start all over again. Finally, when his eyes slipped down to the clock on his computer toolbar and discovered that it was 5am. He quickly saved the photo to a password protected folder on his hard drive. Crawling into bed he tried to fall back asleep. Instead his imagination took a hold of him again, but this time it replaced the boy in the picture with Tweek, causing his excitement to resurface and requiring him to rub another one out, before he was finally able to slip into a thoroughly exhausted sleep.

Pairing notes: I always think too much info can spoil things, but for those who must know now. See below after spoiler warning.

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Main Characters: CraigxTweek

Sub Characters: ThomasxKenny

Possible Triangles: DamienxAnyone he wants (who am I to say no to the Son of Satan)

Minor Triangles: Thomas+Craig, Pete+Tweek (Yes, I did say Pete, the chapters already written, but it probably doesn't count as a real triangle, still mentioning it just in case)

Possible Spin off romances: Ike+Firkle and anyone else who becomes interesting enough to warrant their own story.