Enjoy part one.

The Stoic and The Epicurean

Everywhere, people were crying. Bebe, Red, and Heidi were having a sob fest in the corner, Clyde was bawling and Token was trying to comfort him through his own tears, Stan was trying to hide his deterioration in Kyle's chest, Sheila was helping Mrs. Testaburger have a mental breakdown, Randy was tearfully offering Mr. Testaburger a beer. The only one who dared approach the coffin was Kenny, who remained absolutely still, head bowed as though in prayer, and let tears run down his face freely. "So much potential." he mourned with a slightly twisted, grief-stricken grin.

Even Tweek had yet to run out with a panic attack, choosing instead to cry and shake in his best friend's arms. Craig, the friend in question, had the only dry eyes in the room. Very calmly, with absolutely no expression, he stared straight ahead, stroking Tweek's back and petting his hair but otherwise not moving a muscle. "Breathe." he monotonously urged the crying teen. "Breathe."

Tweek took in a shuddering gasp and went limp. With no note of concern or surprise on his face, he gathered the fainted blond in his arms, holding him like one might hold a child. Unconsciously, he rocked from side to side, shifting his weight from foot to foot and humming, a monotonous, steady, quiet noise meant to comfort.

But still, his expression didn't change. Kenny glared tearfully at him, but Craig didn't notice at all. He continued to stare, even when Tweek jerked awake a moment later and began to cling to him, making the job of holding him much easier.

The blond in the hood stalked up to the silent teen and stared at him with a go on expression, but Craig merely slid his gaze over him, uncaring. Kenny placed his fists on his hips, jutting one out and cocking his head to the side (unconsciously imitating his little sister's pissed off stance) and growled, "Tucker."

Finally, Craig's eyes fixed on the hoodrat. "McCormick." he acknowledged as though he wasn't holding a sobbing teenage boy, as though he weren't at a funeral. More like they were greeting each other as they got ready for first period Chemistry. They had a silent stare off for a moment before the shorter teen threw his hands up in exasperation and demanded, "What the fuck?"

"What the fuck." Craig echoed. Kenny practically snarled, ignoring the several sets of watery eyes fixed on them as he impatiently wiped away his own flowing tears. "Wendy's dead." he informed the raven, voice cracking a little. Several people in the room flinched at the words, but Craig merely blinked at him, clutching Tweek just a bit tighter.

"Wendy is dead." he agreed, nodding a little. The blond in his arms whimpered, taking shallow, shuddery breaths. "Breathe." he reminded the coffee addict again. Kenny rolled his eyes, scowling, and prodded, "So..?"

"So..?" Craig repeated flatly. The blond offered him an ludicrous stare. "So," he continued eventually, "Why aren't you crying?"

Craig seemed genuinely surprised-as genuinely as Craig ever shows any emotion. He blinked at the blond and looked around the room slowly, taking in the dozens of sobbing South Parkians. "... Should I be crying?" he asked eventually, voice as monotone as ever. It was seriously starting to piss the immortal off.

"Aren't you sad?" he demanded. Craig let his face melt into a scowl even when his eyes remained blank. "Of course." he muttered. "I'd have to be heartless to not be sad."

Now the blond just looked tired, drawn. Something in his heart twinged just looking at him, and Craig looked desperately for words of comfort. They didn't come to him, so he merely stared, watching the blond wipe away more tears, aware of their heartbroken audience. "I just don't see the point in crying." The raven elaborated eventually. "It helps nothing."

"Cr-Craig?" a tiny voice pleaded, muffled by said teen's shirt. Craig tore his eyes away from the crying blond to look at his best friend. "Take me h-home?" he begged tearfully. Kenny thought he could, for a second, see emotion flicker in Craig's eyes, but he couldn't say for sure as the stoic teen was already turning around, emitting that low steady hum.

Kenny stared after him, unashamed of the bitter liquid trailing down his face.

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An Epicurean is ruled by emotion.

A Stoic is ruled by reason.

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Craig blinked, shaking his head as he took note of the fact that the secondhand smoke was giving him a buzz. No matter, he thought. Tweek's nearly done.

The blond in question had his head in Craig's lap, a huge grin on his face and a halfway-burned through joint in his delicate fingers. No twitches ailed his body and when he spoke, there were no stutters. "You wanna hit, Craig?" he offered kindly, knowing his answer before he shook his head. Tweek only smoked once or twice a month, but he always had Craig looking after him and Craig never smoked.

The only other people in the hazy, dimly lit basement were Stan, who supplied the basement, Kenny, who supplied the marijuana, and Kyle, who was here for the same reason as Craig, but seemed to be much more susceptible to the secondhand smoke. The raven eyed the high little redhead wearily as he clung to Stan, gasping pathetically, "Stan, Stan? My body isn't listening to me. Stan? My body isn't moving right!"

"Sh." Kenny comforted him, dragging him away from the giggling jock. He took down his hood and smoothed his hand over Kyle's back, urging him to lay down in his lap.

Craig shook his head blearily as he watched Kenny subtly molest the frightened teen while Stan watched on with an expression torn between amusement and worry. "He's scared, McCormick." he noted monotonously, taking the almost burned down joint from his eerily calm best friend and putting it out. Kenny flashed a smile at him and nodded at the bag of weed and the torn-up phonebook off to the side. "Want some?" he offered. Craig shook his head, transfixed by the growing desperation in those pretty green eyes as the Jew scrabbled at Kenny's parka, pleading, "K-Kenny?"

"You're okay." he soothed the redhead, repositioning him between his legs, back to chest. He glanced up at Craig and Tweek and addressed them cordially, "Why don't you ever smoke with us, Tucker?"

But Craig just scowled at the way Kenny's hands were wandering, dodging Kyle's clumsy attempts to catch them. He looked to Stan as though asking if this was ordinary, but he was contentedly examining the ladybug he'd found crawling around. The stoic teen shook his head. "Weed is against the law." he explained absently.

"Then why are you here?" Kenny probed, smirking at the little frightened noises Kyle was making as he slipped a hand under the redhead's shirt. Craig grimaced at the frustrated tears gathering in his eyes and the way he scrabbled at the floor for a hold. "I have to take care of Tweek." he answered pointedly, eyes narrowing just a little to display his anger. He glanced down at the self-reminder, relieved to find the little blond happily slumbering.

The hoodrat rolled his eyes, leaning down to lick the ginger's neck. Kyle yelped, trying to lurch away only to be dragged back. "Stop it." he mewled pitifully, trying to smack Kenny's hands away. The blond paid him no mind, continuing to molest him as he answered Craig. "Always one to following the rules and do what he has to." he mused. "I'd've taken care of him."

Craig twitched as he witnessed Kyle give up, scared and overwhelmed, and stopped trying to fight Kenny off, shutting his eyes tightly. A whimper escaped his throat and the raven's hands clenched into fists. Stan was blathering away at his new 'friend', obviously having overdone it. If someone was going to help Kyle, it would have to be Craig. "The same way you're taking care of Kyle?" he practically growled, a flare of anger sparking in his eyes very, very briefly as he nodded to the scarred digits fingering the button of the Jew's jeans.

Kenny just chuckled. "Ky is a damn tease." he explained as though it excused him. "St-stop it!" the redhead almost screamed, dry sobbing lightly. "Shh." Kenny nuzzled his neck lovingly, rubbing his friend's inner thigh and abdomen in an attempt to comfort him. "You're okay."

"He's not okay." Craig whispered. "You're scaring him. Why are you molesting him like that? Isn't he your friend?"

Kenny laughed out loud, making Kyle jump as he looked around frantically. "I want to, and of course Kyle's my friend. I adore him. Look how cute he is... And I'm just having a little fun." The blond looked over at the unrolled weed, obviously debating whether or not to have another joint. He decided Kyle was more fun and went back to fingering the button of the trembling teen's jeans, pondering how far he could take this, pondering what he could do about his hard on. Figuring a handjob couldn't possibly hurt too much, he went ahead and snapped the button open.

Craig tensed, shifting Tweek to lay on the ground instead, glaring at the top of the oblivious hoodrat's head. Stan, he noted angrily, had passed out. Goddamn it all to hellfire. One false move, McCormick, he threatened mentally, and you're a dead man.

The sound of the zipper was loud in the silence of the room, and the heartbreaking whimper that followed was even worse. Instantly, Craig was on his feet, towering over the pair threateningly. "He said stop." he snarled.

Kenny scowled, pausing his efforts to glare up at the ever-emotionless teen. "What's it to you, Tucker?"

"You're sick." Craig sneered back, tugging the scared-out-of-his mind redhead out of Kenny's grasp harshly, instinctively cradling him close like he would Tweek. A small cry escaped his lips and the raven automatically began to emit that familiar monotonous hum.

Kenny was on his feet too. "Get your hands off of him!" he demanded, hands on his hips, one jutted out to the side, head cocked to the side. Just like his sister. Craig ignored him, gently toeing Tweek awake. The blond sat up groggily, rubbing at his eyes, but the sight of the now-crying redhead in Craig's arms jolted him into alertness. He jumped to his feet, glaring instinctively at Kenny. "What happened?"

Craig stared at Stan, unsure if he should get him away from the horny blond as well. "Molested Kyle."

The raven hid a fond smile as Tweek promptly flipped the much bigger boy off, totally unflinchingly. "Asshole." he muttered fearlessly. Kenny gaped at him in shock as Craig decided Stan would be fine and left, two high-as-a-kite teenage boys in tow. The blond stared after them for several long moments.

Finally, though, he just grabbed the smoldering joint from the unconscious Jock's hand and took a long drag, breathing the smoke out on a sigh of, "Fuck it."

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An Epicurean does as he pleases.

A Stoic does as he should.

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Craig hates these kind of parties.

Though really, what other kinds of parties are there when you're a highschooler? Highschool parties are loud and they have alcohol, hence the drunk off his ass Clyde making out with an equally drunk off his ass Token.

Glaring at the pair that dragged him there in the first place, making out furiously in the middle of Cartman's living room, Craig flipped them off, groaning in exasperation when they didn't react. Suddenly, he was glad Tweek wasn't here. As far as he could tell, there was no marijuana at the party that night and nothing else could have possibly calmed him down from the panic attack that the wanton sight of two of his closest friends almost violently dry humping would inevitably cause.

"Token!" Craig called over the music, knowing he was probably slightly-less-shitfaced than Clyde. Sure enough, the teen broke away from Clyde's lips to demand impatiently, "What?" while groping the brunette and trying to focus on the figure of his stoic friend. Craig leaned forward to ensure he was heard and rapidly informed Token, "Dude, you're making out with Clyde." He was trying to knock sobriety into the teen. "You sure you're okay with this?"

Token gave him that infinitely annoyed yet patient expression that only really smart rich kids could really perfect -the better-than-thou look modified for infinite irritation. "Is he kissing b-oh god, Clyde! Is he kissing back?"

"... Yeah?"

"I have no complaints."

And then Token was moaning and Craig decided he should be elsewhere.

He pushed through the crowds of drunk, horny, insane teenagers, feeling a headache from the mindnumbing music-is that German metal?-coming on. Eventually, he found a hallway that seemed relatively empty and started trying locks. The first three stayed put, and the wild noises emitting from them made Craig decide he didn't want to be in there anyway. The fourth door, however, swung open at his touch and he froze at the depraved sight that greeted him.

Now Kenny, for his part, seemed to be having the time of his life. And Craig had always known he was a whore, but goddamn. Nobody else he knew had the balls to touch a threesome with Butters and Cartman with a twenty foot pole. As the shock died away, Craig became uncomfortably aware of how hot the sight was. Not even the fact that it was three people-three very contrasting people. Cartman and Butters paled out of sight and out of mind compared to Kenny McCormick.

Skin slicked with sweat, legs spread wantonly for the neo-nazi's cock, bobbing his head up and down on Butters' like a pro, every tight muscle in his body writhing and stretch taut and he was so exposed, such a little slut, better than any pornstar-Craig, in that moment, wanted him more than he'd ever wanted anyone.

God knows how long Craig stood there in the doorway, a raging hard on straining against his jeans and the smallest blush on his cheeks, even if the rest of his face remained emotionless, before Cartman shuddered violently, taking a harsh hold of Kenny's hips and slamming into him several times much harder than Craig would think Kenny's small frame could take. The blond pulled off Butters' cock with a quiet pop and moaned, the noise throwing gasoline over fire in his belly, and the voyeur shivered.

Cartman pulled out with a satisfied sigh, collapsing bonelessly next to the pair. Butters was begging nonsensically, eyes shut tight and moaning. Kenny smirked amusedly, flicking out his tongue to tease the head of the littler blond's cock. "Can I really fuck him?" he asked the sated brunette, receiving an offhand, "He likes it rough."

"I can do that." Kenny snickered, twisting and spinning his victim onto his hands and knees. Craig didn't know how to react as Kenny greedily started licking and fingering the blond's ass, trying to prepare him. He must've gotten bored pretty quickly, though, because Kenny didn't work him over very much at all before he was straightening up, pushing in-between his legs and ruthlessly thrusting into him, moaning like a hitch in heat as he was engulfed by his tight heat while Cartman's cum still dripped from his ass.

Shakily, Craig closed the door and sank slowly down the wall next to it, his head in his hands as he pulled his knees to his chest and tried to will away his erection. But how could he, with the orgasmic images of the little blond nympho swirling in his head? How could he possibly not be desperate to fuck that perfect specimen of a slut?

That's the condition a thoroughly satisfied Kenny McCormick found him in twenty minutes later. A broad smirk on his handsome face, he crouched down in front of the shaken raven, simpering poutily, "You enjoy the show, babe?"

Craig tensed impossibly, slowly lowering his hands from his face and parting his knees so that he could see the blond better. Kenny almost moaned out loud at the emotion he'd finally gotten Craig to show-fear and vulnerability and confusion and lust. God, he was already hard again. What was it about making Craig crack that intrigued him so much?

"Why would you do something like that?" the raven almost whimpered, composure long gone. Kenny smirked, grasping his chin not ungently and tilting his face up. "Because." he whispered heatedly.

Kenny practically attacked the poor confused teen's lips, thrusting his tongue in and letting him taste the cum and alcohol and tobacco as he violated the others mouth. He pulled back to take in Craig's deliciously flushed cheeks and finished dangerously, "I wanted to."

And then he was gone and Craig was alone and confused and painfully horny.

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An Epicurean does what feels good.

A Stoic does what makes sense.

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Craig was not one for random 'encounters'. He wasn't the one who came close to ruining his relationship with his best friend because they made out at a party. He wasn't the one who was pregnant with an unnamed man's child, he wasn't the one with a random girl in his bed. Fuck, he wasn't even one of the kids who made out with girls at parties. He had kissed exactly two people before Kenny at that party-his sister and his mother, both in completely different context. Oh, and Tweek-also in totally different context.

So how did Craig end up pressed against the wall of the South Park High's boy's bathroom, biting his palm to keep back the moans threatening to erupt from his throat, a smoking hot blond on his knees in front of him, bobbing back and forth on his cock? Hell if he knew. One minute he was walking towards Room 10, the next he was being tugged inside the abandoned bathroom, shoved against the wall and ruthlessly violated by groping hands and a probing tongue.

"Mc-McCorm... Oh god." Craig practically whined, knees buckling at these wonderful foreign sensations, the sensation of hot, tight suction and the pressure of a shockingly soft, hot tongue that didn't seem quite solid. He didn't know what to do with his hands, scratching desperately at the tile behind him for purchase. After a moment, though, Kenny took pity on him and, with an amused smirk at his victim's naïveté, directed the taller boy's hands into his wild blond locks, where they clenched and unclenched as desperate moans shook the raven's lanky form. The blond's heart melted a little at the way Craig was unconsciously trying not to pull his hair. Really, he's too gentle for his own good.

The hoodrat glanced up through his bangs at his victim and moaned around the other's dick at the sight that greeted him; Craig's mask slipping as his lips parted in a desperate moan and his cheeks blushed red, eyes clenched shut. What was it about getting Craig to crack that Kenny found so enticing?

Craig came hard and fast, letting out a strangled word that he might have meant to be McCormick in warning, but Kenny ignored him, deepthroating him easily and relishing in the sensation of cum hitting the back of his throat and the way Craig trembled even harder as he swallowed around his softening cock. He pulled back, soothingly rubbing the other's thighs as Craig melted against the wall, looking and feeling small and vulnerable as he tried desperately to recover.

"You're okay, babe." Kenny comforted him, unable to keep the amusement out of his tone. Craig tried to glare menacingly at him but could only manage a weak middle finger. Feeling sorry for the shaken teen, the blond pulled his boxers and pants back up, buttoning and zipping them up swiftly, all the while humming something cheerful and vaguely familiar.

Kenny removed his hands from the raven's hips, leaning back on his hands as he watched the shaken teen slide down the wall, immediately pulling his legs to his chest and hiding his face in his knees as he tried to regain a normal breathing pattern and clear his thoughts. The blond chuckled, standing quickly and reaching down to haul the teen up onto his knees with a fist in his shirt. "You aren't done, hun." he singsonged.

"Wh-what?" Craig stammered, blinking rapidly. He found his face inches away from the blond's crotch and a very obvious bulge and reeled back, pressing against the wall with panic fighting through his mask to overtake his features. Precious, Kenny caught himself thinking. Aloud, though, he rumbled cheerfully, "My turn. Go ahead."

"No, wait, I can't-" Craig cut himself off, staring up at the blond's face and trying not to notice the scarred digits working away at undoing his belt and jeans. The raven pushed back against the wall as far as he could when Kenny freed himself, unable to keep himself from staring at the intimidating appendage practically shoved in his face. One of Kenny's hands reached down to press against the back of his neck and Craig hurriedly caught the hoodrat's hips in his hands to keep him a sufficient distance away.

"Well?" Kenny demanded impatiently, pushing his hips forward just enough to press the head of his erection against the frightened teen's lips. "Don't make this hard on yourself, Tucker."

'Is this proper etiquette for the situation at hand?'

Craig tried to ask, but the moment his lips parted, Kenny pushed in just far enough that the wall prevented Craig from pulling back far enough to get it out. 'Yes' seemed to be the answer to his unspoken question. Figuring the only way out was to perform (he shuddered a little at the word), the raven sucked hesitantly, drawing a small pleasured sigh from the boy standing in front of him.

With the tiny bit of confidence he gained from having not fucked up too badly yet, he took another inch or so into his mouth and slowly tried to bob his head like he'd seen girls do in pornos, only receiving a hissed, "Watch the teeth!" for his valiant efforts.

Slowly, though, he got the feel for it and while he couldn't take more than three or four inches or so without choking, he thought he was doing pretty good. A breathy chuckle from the blond proved him wrong a moment later, though, when he observed, "You've never done this before, have you?"

Infuriated and embarrassed, the raven immediately pulled off, practicedly schooling his expression into apathy and biting out, "You take care of that, then."

The hand that had be patiently resting on his head tightened into a fist, tugging his locks none-too-gently. "I think I will. Breath through your nose, sweetheart."

Craig convulsed and choked as Kenny thrust harshly into his mouth, forcefully keeping him stationary as he ignored his choking and spluttering. Fascinated (the blond had never received a blowjob from anybody with a gag reflex before), he pressed him down his shaft until he was almost all the way inside and held him there, hissing at the conflicting sensations of his convulsing and constricting throat and his teeth scraping over the delicate skin. Craig clawed desperately at his torso, desperation shining in his eyes as he tried to push the other off.

The raven was terrified. He choked harder, trying and failing to breathe in through his nose and feeling foreign tears well in his eyes as Kenny pulled out and thrust back in without pity or sympathy.

The blond almost came on the spot at the sight of those scared, tear-filled grey eyes, the clear desperation on his face as he struggled to breathe. God, it was gorgeous. Kenny really did cum when Craig blinked harshly, sending twin streams of tears down his cheeks. 'Wendy's tears.'he thought lazily, commanding aloud, "Swallow."

The bitter liquid stuck in Craig's throat as he did what he was told, horribly ashamed of his lack of control. He reached up to wipe the tears away as Kenny pulled out, but the blond caught his wrists and told him, "No." like he was a naughty child instead of a violated teenager. The raven cringed horribly as he swallowed again, his rapid blinking sending more tears down his face.

Releasing his wrists in favor of tucking himself away, the immortal took a step back and surveyed the damage, relishing in the sight he'd created of a very rumpled, disoriented, crying Craig Tucker. A smirk curved his lips. "You're fine, sweetheart. Calm down and find someplace to hide and recover." he advised kindly, only getting the middle finger as a response along with a shaky, "Don't call me that." a few moments later.

Craig's shoulders shook with suppressed sobs and Kenny instantly felt guilty. He sank to his knees before the stricken teenager, gently drawing him first into a one-sided hug and then into a one-sided kiss that he could sense he didn't know how to return. He smiled against the raven's lips, wiping away his tears carefully. Craig closed his eyes and felt the blond move away, leaving him to try and collect himself on the bathroom floor, confused and scared.

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On the surface, they are two very different ways of looking at life, but if you look closer...

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Craig started avoiding Kenny like the plague. The blond didn't mind too much-he thought it was kind of cute in a way. And really, he was just letting the apathetic teen adjust to the idea that he belonged to him. He was just waiting for the proper moment to strike.

After all, Kenny's known for his extraordinary luck-whether it's extraordinarily good or extraordinarily bad.

A lecherous smirk stretched his lips as he entered room twenty-seven, the detention room, and saw only a familiar chullo-clad head, bent over a textbook, accompanying him. The counselor behind him grunted in impatience and he hurried inside, quietly setting his backpack down as the counselor launched into his usual, familiar spiel about detention and why they were there, ending, as always, with, "I'm locking the door and I'll be back in an hour. No rough housing, talking or texting."

And then he was gone. Craig went on taking notes about Greek philosophy, mentally comparing his view on life to stoicism, oblivious to the blond's hungry gaze.

"Craig, sweetheart." Kenny simpered. Craig tensed, freezing in place. A shudder rippled down his spine and Kenny's grin widened. The cornered teen slowly looked up, surveying the room to confirm what he already knew. There was no way out.

"Kenny." he greeted, no hint of his emotions displayed on his face as he sat up and calmly set his pencil aside. The blond smirked even wider as he sauntered over, casually sitting on Craig's desk and crossing his legs in a feminine manner that unconsciously mirrored Kyle's. One side of Craig's lips quirked up at the thought, but otherwise his expression remained apathetic-vacant, even. Kenny's confident expression melted into a concerned frown. "You alright, Tucker?"

Craig wasn't stupid. He knew Kenny could see his obvious exhaustion and he knew Kenny would probably call him out on falling asleep in class earlier if he tried to lie. So he didn't, opting instead to respond with a quiet, "Don't worry about it, McCormick."

Docile as can be, the noirette allowed him to grab his jaw, tilting his face up. "What's wrong?" he asked gently, honestly concerned. Craig merely scowled, however, responding with a vague admission of, "Not feeling well." and laying his head down on the desk next to Kenny's legs, on top of his World History textbook. He almost sighed when a friendly hand made contact with his hair, barely resisting the urge to just go to sleep. "Tell me." Kenny demanded a little childishly.

"Why should I?" Craig retorted just as immaturely. Kenny huffed. "Because I want to help."

This caught Craig by surprise. He slowly dragged his gaze from the tabletop he'd been staring at up to Kenny's concerned, friendly eyes. He blushed just the tiniest bit and the blond offered him a lopsided grin. "Fine." he sighed apathetically, cursing himself mentally for giving in so easily. "I've been on antis since fourth grade and my father decided that I'm better and won't refill my prescription. When I tried to explain to him that I was better because of the medication, he screamed at me and told me to stop being a whiny bitch."

Kenny rubbed the back of his neck, looking guilty. "I feel like a jackass for having to ask, but what the fuck are antis?"

Craig smirked a little, closing his eyes. "Happy pills."

"You mean like, E?" the blond demanded, shock evident in his tone. Craig stifled a chuckle. "No, anti-depression and anxiety."

"You're depressed?"

"It's America, McCormick. The Prozac Nation."

Their silence was surprisingly comfortable, but Kenny felt inclined to break it anyway. "So why haven't you been sleeping?"

Craig hid his face in his overgrown hair, trying to shield himself from the inevitable pity. "Nightmares. My subconscious is fucked all to hell and it shows without the antis."

Kenny didn't reply. He stood and Craig listened absently as he walked around the room, jolting a little in surprise as the lights flicked off unexpectedly. The footsteps approached him again and suddenly a warm, soft weight was draped over his back. He cracked open his eyes to see the material of his companion's parka and had to fight off a fond smile he usually reserved for the sweet things his sister and Tweek occasionally did for or around him.

"Sleep." the hoodrat urged him. "I'll wake you up if you have a nightmare, I promise."

The raven slowly pulled the hood up over his head, breathing in the earthy, musky scent of Kenny McCormick, smiling at the lingering smell of nicotine, despite the fact that the blond kept promising Kyle he'd stop. "I figured you'd just fuck with me more." he admitted. The blond snorted in laughter, informing him unabashedly, "I was planning on it."

"Why didn't you?"

"Taking care of things that belong to me makes feel important."

Craig decided not to correct him just then, choosing instead to will himself into blissful oblivion. He'd regret that later, but for the moment, it was enough.

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Omigod. That last scene was supposed to be a rape scene. WTF? It just... Desolved. All because I couldn't see Kenny saying the line that started the scene, and I didn't think I could write an honest to god fight very well. Anyway, this is going to be a two-shot, so hold on. (BTW I hated the bathroom scene SO FUCKING MUCH!)

A CHALLENGE!

Do you know anything about the life of Epicurus?

I've always he heard he did some pretty insane shit, but I'm not positive that I'm not getting people mixed up. Do you know of anything wild that he did? (I heard once that he raped and killed his wife to 'see if he could', for example, but everything I read says he never married.)

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