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Title: Number Fifty: Breaking the Rules

Summary: Ugh, can't think of one. For pK. ChristopheGregory

Warnings: Yaoi Cussing PWP (Kinda)OOC

Couple: ChristopheGregory

Written By: Shino

Dedicated To: psychotic KAT; Cause pK reviews for, like, EVERY-fucking-THING. :heart:

Comments: Dear God. I'm sorry it's late. D:

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Number Fifty: Breaking the Rules

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Our first time was kind of a fluke.

We were fifteen and sixteen at the time and he was showing me his favorite place to dig for the first time.

He was digging a new tunnel as we talked about his last mission when suddenly he grabbed my leg and pulled me into a six foot hole.

As surprised as I was, I managed not to scream like a girl and simply landed in his lap. He chuckled, mumbled something about me being 'over eager' and stood, pulling me up with him.

It turned out he wanted me to help him dig. Despite that he had showed me when we were younger, I wasn't very good. So, he stood behind me, in the cramped space, and showed me how to do it properly.

At one point I turned to ask him something to have his lips press against mine, and, well, one thing lead to another and it wasn't long before I was passed out in his arms.

After that happened, we ignored it for a while, not acknowledging that anything had even happened.

A month later, I found myself invited back to that same spot.

Just for the same thing to happen.

More and more often, I found myself there.

The changing point was the day he showed up in my room in the middle of the night.

I remember waking up to see someone hovering over me, but before I could say, or scream, anything; his mouth was covering my own. That night my parents found out.

Thankfully they thought I had snuck in a girl.

Subsequently, after that, it didn't matter where we were, if one of us wanted it, it was then and there.

Though, I guess, the middle of class isn't a great place to come out.

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"'ey," He says softly from behind me. "Vanna go?"

I glance over my shoulder for a second before looking back at the teacher. "What?"

Fingers brush against the back of my arm and he leans forward to whisper. "'ere, now."

Coughing into my hand, I move my arm away. "Class."

"Now." The hand moves to my back and tugs at my shirt.

Sighing, I stand up.

"Is there something wrong?" The teacher asks a bit irately.

I lift a finger. "One second."

"Oh, of course. This class resolves around you, do as you wish."

Brushing off the sarcasm I turn around and lean over his desk. "No."

He just grins, reaches up and pulls me to him.

Well, damn.

Now pinned against a wall, I'm having trouble fighting him off.

Not only that, but after both ours shirts were thrown off, the teacher vacated the students and went to the office.

That's not important right now though, but the feeling of his teeth against my collarbone, are. And I don't think anything can distract me from it.

"Dear God! He wasn't lying! The little British bastard IS getting it on with the fag!"

Okay, so Cartman can, but who wouldn't be turned off by that.

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D:

I'm sorry.

. . . . I just. . . . . . I- I can't write anything else.

D:

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