My first 'South Park' fic seemed a bit fluffy for my taste. This will be dark, violent, and I'm not holding my imagination back this time (or any other time after that one) although my chapter 1s always seem ehh. It is primarily future!Eric/Kyle. And ja, Kyle will always be a masochist or the submissive partner in my fics (just like Castiel in my 'Supernatural' fics). Priests can be Jewish right? That is an universal word for them?

"Today, we lay Shelia Broflovski to rest. She was an irritating woman who loved her family. She is with the lord now. Let us bow our heads in respect." The priest spoke. The Broflovski relatives and friends lowered their heads - except Eric Cartman. He looked on as the grave was being lowered with the most inappropriate timed, big smile plastered on his face. Most of South Park went just to make sure she was actually dead, and Eric was one of them. Once everyone had left except Kyle, he put on a remorseful face as he walked up to him. He put his hand on his shoulder, "Sorry about your mom, Kyle."

"No you're not. But... thank you." Kyle responded.

Eric looked around, he didn't see Kenny or Stan, "Surprised I don't see Stan attached to you, ready to strike because I'm chatting you up?"

"He was here earlier." Kyle replied softly. He looked to the ground, Eric assumed it was because he was sad about his mom, who now rested beside Gerald's grave, "So little orphan Jew, what are you doing after this?" Kyle shrugged and Eric smiled, "How about we go to KFC?" Kyle looked dumbfounded, "You're willing to drive a half hour for KFC?" Eric laughed as he dangled Liane's keys, "More than willing. Come on, have lunch with me. My treeeeat!"

Kyle was skeptical, "So you would actually buy me food?"

"Geez Jew, if you're going to be that way, I can go without you." Eric daunted. Kyle bit on his lower lip, "Okay I'll go with you."

The ride up was silent. Kyle secretly eyed Eric as he drove. Eric wasn't fat, but he wasn't thin either, though by the way his arms looked through his red flannel coat - his muscle mass may just be upper body. Kyle couldn't tell how Eric kept his hair under his teal ski cap, just that his blue eyes looked brighter and more intense. Eric kept focus on the road but he could feel Kyle's hazel eyes study him. Eric gave him a quick look, "You can cry if you want." Kyle shook his head, "I've shed my tears."

They exit the car once Eric parks it and go into the restaurant. Eric ordered a 10 original piece bucket with a side of mashed potatoes, and a soda for each. He paid and carried the tray to where Kyle chose to sit. Kyle liked the time he was spending with Eric, he always did like hanging out with him when he wasn't ripping on him for being Jewish or a 'day walker'. After Kyle finished eating, he sipped on his drink, "Thanks Cartman." Eric smiled after swallowing some chicken, "Ah, don't worry about it. So what are you going to do?"

Kyle shrugged, "I don't know. I'm 17 and lost my whole family in a matter of weeks."

He went on to confide in Eric that his inheritance was barely enough to cover the funerals, hospital fees, and home bills. Eric was waiting for Kyle to admit defeat and ask him for help so he may exploit Kyle's weakness; except Kyle didn't ask for any sort help - he just thought he was friends with Eric long enough to confide in him sincerely since they were friends for 14 years and did have a close friendship that felt like a fight to achieve.

Weeks past and Kyle made sure to keep everyone in the dark about just how bad it truly was for him. Out of money, many of the utilities were turned off, he benefited from the kindness of friends who'd ask him over for dinner or parties. He used the showers at the school to bathe. One night, Kenny invited him to a party at one of Kenny's friend's house. Kyle agreed to go and Kenny gave him a ride over.

The house was packed by drunk teenagers and loud music. It was easy for Kyle to lose Kenny. He found himself in a group of teenagers who were smoking crack. One of the teens saw Kyle and waved to him to join her. He sat down and she looked at him. Her light brown hair was pulled back in a loose pony, "You're Kenny's childhood friend, right? I think we met once or twice." Kyle shrugged, "I suppose." She inhaled and released smoke out of her nose, "That's right, you don't remember me."

"Karen!?" It was Kenny.

Karen looked down, "It is what it is, Kenny. I'm sorry." She put down the pipe and walked off. Kenny sighed, "Didn't think I'd see her here." "Was that your sister?" Kyle asked. Kenny nodded and Kyle watched Karen grab a beer and chat with some other teens.

Kyle decided to let himself go and have fun. He had no idea how much he drank, just that he was drunk and he needed fresh air. He went out to the patio and sat down on a lawn chair. Some guy was out there and eyed Kyle down. Once Kyle met his gaze, the guy nodded at him and Kyle nodded back. He thought the guy was weird or possibly checking him out - one of the two. He comes closer to Kyle and sits down beside him.

"Hey."

"Hi..."

"I've been noticing you. You came with Kenny McCormick, right?"

"Yeah."

"Have a name?"

"It's Kyle."

"Kyle, uh? I'm Dennis. I think you have potential for something. You're cute, young, and appear desperate enough."

"Excuse me? Dude, I don't know what you're-"

"You're broke aren't you? I can tell. I may have a job for you. Pays great and you don't have to work that much."

"I dunno."

Dennis scribbled something on a piece of paper and handed it to Kyle, "It's my number. If you want to know more, give me a call." Dennis got up and walked off into the house. Kyle sat there with the paper in his hand. He looked at it for a little while and then shoved it in his pocket.

"Didn't expect to see you here, Jew."

Kyle saw Eric in the door way, "Fuck off, asshole."

Eric chuckled and said something that Kyle didn't understand. Eric sat down beside Kyle, "I haven't seen you seen you in a while." Kyle mumbled, "I don't know what you're talking about, we see each other every day at school." Eric threw his head back, "That's not what I meant and you know it. No one has been able to talk to you outside of school, what the hell?"

Kyle threw himself up and kept his back to Eric, "Don't worry about it. I've just been busy."

Without saying a word, he walked away, leaving Eric confused of what was going on. Kyle was more curious about what sort of job Dennis had for him. Dennis was right, he was desperate and any job was better than none. He went inside to look for Dennis and caught up with him as he was leaving the front door.

"Dennis, wait!" Kyle shouted above the music.

Dennis stopped and waited for Kyle to meet up to him, "Wanna talk?"

Kyle nodded and they left together in Dennis's car.

While driving, Dennis asked him, "Are you a virgin, Kyle?"

"Excuse me?" Kyle asked, surprised by the question. Dennis smirked, "Are you a virgin?" Kyle nodded his head. Dennis seemed amused by Kyle's answer, "Are you into boys or girls?" Kyle was confused by this conversation, "I don't really care either way." Kyle never admitted his bisexuality before and never thought it would be a stranger. Dennis looked at Kyle for a moment and went back to driving, "You are very attractive, Kyle, ever considered selling that aspect of yourself?"

Kyle was surprised by what he was asking, "You want me to be a prostitute?"

Dennis laughed a bit, "To be technical, yes. You keep 40% of what you make a night; all my bisexual workers get to keep a bit more due to that fact. That should help you get out of what trouble you have. I'll rid you of that virginity issue you have."