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Chapter 1

Craig's POV~

"Shit! M-Mysterion!" Holy fuck, he was way too good at this shit.

I could feel myself nearing my climax in a haze of lust. In response to my scream, Mysterion took my length deeper into his throat, humming a bit to try and push me over the edge. It was working. I tightened my grip on his hood and cried out as I came. He swallowed and pulled away leaving me to fall on the floor in front of him, panting hard. The smirk on his perfect lips should would have enraged me if it was anyone else. Instead I found comfort in it.

"I love you beautiful." He whispered in his deep voice, wrapping his arms around me.

"Y-Yeah Ye-Yeah." I mumbled, leaning into his touch unconsciously.

"I have to go soon." Of course. He could never stay.

I grumbled something back in a reply that might have been an "I know" as I pressed my face into his shoulder. Just one night, that's all I ever asked for. But no. That wasn't possible.

"Like now."

I sighed and pulled away from his embrace. Glancing at the clock on my nightstand, I realized it was already midnight. He'd only been here for about two hours.

Mysterion stood slowly, extending his hand out for me. I took it and stood up on wobbly legs. He pulled me into a tight hug which I returned.

"Are you coming back tomorrow?"

"I don't know." I frowned.

"Will you try?"

He pulled away and faced me, sadness in his aqua blue eyes.

"Of course I will."

"Good." I said before closing the distance between us. His kisses were even better than his blowjobs.

Sooner than I would have liked, he pulled away. I let my arms fall to my sides as he backed away to my window.

"Remember, you're mine." He said flatly.

I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, I know."

"Good. Bye cutie." He smirked before jumping out of my window.

I could feel my heart break a little as I watched him leave. If only he could stay, even for just a night. Every one of our encounters always went the same. We'd talk, then kiss, then fuck, and then he'd have to leave. I knew he didn't want to. He never did but, being Mysterion, he had to. It was truly depressing.

I honestly didn't understand why it hurt me so much. We hadn't been together all that long. It's not like we were in love or anything gay like that. He said it all the time but I knew he didn't really mean it. I've never really done the whole relationship lovey dovey crap, but it was different with him. I definitely felt something for him… But putting a word to it just didn't seem right.

It had literally been the longest month of my fucking life. Mysterion and I first got together when he saved me from some asshole druggies. They had me cornered with a knife pressed to my neck before Mysterion decided to swoop down and take the two fuckers out. He insisted upon walking me home, something about being in shock or some such garbage. I guess one thing just lead to the other cause we ended up fucking before the night was through. It was completely batshit crazy. Next thing I know, the bastard started showing up at my window to "check up on me." I'd say I was fine, he'd insist on coming in and really checking, we'd fuck, and he'd leave. After like a week of this, mid-sex, he looked me in the eyes and told me I was beautiful. I really didn't know what to do except roll my eyes and continue to fuck him into my bed. It wasn't really until a week ago that I started to notice something between us. We'd begun talking and just hanging out after that weird ass night and I guess he just sorta grew on me. So when he asked me if I wanted to make this thing monogamous I agreed. The only condition was he made me fucking promise I'd never take that damn hood of his off or ask him to. I wasn't allowed to know who he really was. But honestly, I didn't really care. He was Mysterion. My Mysterion. And that's all that mattered.

I groaned before walking over to my bed and collapsing on top of it. Just another delightful night in my fucked up life I suppose.

.O.O.O.

I let out a long sigh of frustration. Currently, my bored ass was sitting in math class, staring out the window and trying to ignore everyone around me which was really fucking difficult. Next to me sat Stan Pussy Marsh. From what it sounded like, he was bragging to Fatass (a.k.a. Eric Cartman) about some touchdown he threw in the last game. Kyle Broflovski was listening intently to his faggy boyfriend's story and yelling at every snide remark Cartman made about how gay football was. On the other side of the class room, Kenny and Clyde were drooling over the newest playboy magazine. In front of me, Tweek was crying and screaming over his spilt coffee while Token tried to calm him down. Somewhere near the front of the class, Bebe the whore and Wendy were talking about shoes or something stupid like that.

Yeah, it was really hard to ignore them all.

Eventually the bell rang, releasing me from the hell otherwise known as homeroom. I made my way to my locker, flipping off Butters on the way for running into me. As I opened the door I noticed a folded piece of paper inside. With a quiet groan, I picked up the paper, already knowing what it was.

Craig,

I can't come over today. Sorry.

Love you, Mysterion.

I could feel my cheeks flush a bit. I tried to cover it up as best I could. Yes, I was used to getting random notes from him in my locker. Every time I did though it only reminded me that he was a student here. And every time I would wonder for a fraction of a second who the fuck he was…

I started to run through the people in my class who he could possibly be.

Stan had a boyfriend. Besides if Mysterion was him, I'd kill myself. Kyle was dating Stan. Plus he was too short and I highly doubted that jew fro could fit under the hood. No fucking way was it Fatass the talking hippo. Tweek was too jittery. Even though I wouldn't really mind if it was him, I knew it wasn't. Clyde. Now that was possible. But something about it seemed highly unlikely. We had was bromance, not romance. Kenny McCormick though...

"Hey Baby." I heard someone say in a flirtatious voice. Speak of the devil.

I sighed, closing my locker and turning around to face the cocky blonde.

"What do you want McCormick?"

"I dunno. Just to talk I guess." He shrugged.

"Really? You're not going to try and hit on me today?"

He gave me this innocent blank stare.

"I would never do something like that."

I rolled my eyes and flipped him off.

"You're a fucking terrible liar."

"Well, if you really want me to hit on you, then I guess I can always change my plans…" He smirked darkly, pushing me against my locker. "What do you say? Me, you, a bottle of brunettes and a cheap hotel room?" He said in a low husky voice.

I pushed him away from me, scowling.

"Tempting but no. I'm taken," I growled.

A weirdly genuine smile tugged at his lips.

"Whatever, go fuck you're imaginary girlfriend. I have to babysit my sister anyway tonight." He said, with a mock sigh. "It's sad; I actually had a hot date tonight with this real pain in the ass. Oh well. See ya Craig."

I glared after him as he practically skipped down the hall to his locker where his butt pirate friends awaited him. I watched as Kyle looked from me to Kenny. I could see the redhead's lips moving in silent words. I saw Kenny's shoulders shrug before he turned to me and gave a wink.

Holy fuck, Kenny was the most annoying cocksucker in the entire world. I really hope to God he wasn't Mysterion. I think I'd rather be fucking Stan then his STD infested ass.

I heard the last bell ring and let out a long, frustrated groan. Quickly, I flipped the blond off and went to my next class. That Man Whore had taken up my entire break.

.O.O.O.

Kenny's POV~

I could feel him gripping tighter to my hood as I ran my tongue up his shaft again. He groaned out my name and I could tell he was close. I took him as deep as I could, restricting my throat around his length the way I knew he liked it. That did it. He moaned loudly as he shot his cum down my throat. I swallowed easily and pulled away. My winded boyfriend slowly slid down the wall til he was seated in front of me. His black hair was sticking to his forehead slightly and his beautiful smoky grey eyes were shut. I bent over and kissed his forehead lovingly, wrapping my arms around his shoulders.

"I love you beautiful." I said in my deep Mysterion voice.

"Y-Yeah ye-yeah," He panted, leaning forward and resting his head on my chest.

I glanced at the little blue clock he kept on the table next to his bed. Oh shit. It was already midnight. I had to get back on the streets.

"I have to go soon." I mumble sadly.

"I know." He's so use to this, of course he knows.

"Like now."

I vaguely heard a sigh before he pulled away from me. I stood quickly, helping the unsteady Craig up with me. God Dammit, I didn't want to go. I pulled him into a tight hug, savoring the last few moments we had for the night.

"Will you be back tomorrow?"

"I don't know." I wish I could say yes for sure.

"Will you try?"

"Of course I will." I said, looking him in the eye.

"Good." He said before pressing our lips together. It was a soft, sad kiss.

Before I was convinced otherwise, I pulled away and went to the window

"Remember, you're mine." I said dryly.

He rolled his eyes and gave me that signature "fuck off" look he did so well.

"Yeah, I know."

Smirking, I stare at the raven-haired boy.

"Good. Bye cutie." And with that, I jumped out his window and into the tree next to it.

I sighed quietly to myself as I began the walk home.

No, I was never planning on falling for Craig. I had never even intended on sleeping with him the first night. It all just sort of happened I guess. Honestly, I can't say I've never had an attraction to him before. I mean damn, no one should be able to have eyes that fucking stunning or just look like that in general. Yeah, I could understand why Tweek, Bebe, Clyde, "Kenny" (Haha), Wendy, Annie, Stan, Nicole, and Butters wanted to sleep with him. Hell, he almost had as many people after him as myself, even if he rejected all of them.

I don't regret doing anything with him though. Especially as 'Mysterion'. He hates Kenny with a passion so no matter what advances I made he would only regret me. This way I could see what I was missing out on. Little did I know I'd become an addict.

Someday though, he's gonna have to find out it's really Me behind the mask…

But I don't wanna think about it.

.O.O.O.

Today's lesson was actually pretty descent. Maybe it was the fact that the teacher didn't really give a shit today. It was nice. I was sitting in the back with Clyde, reading his newest Playboy magazine with him and trying to keep my booner down. Oh porn, how I love you. Next thing I know, Clyde's got his hand on my thigh. Now, a month ago I would have taken that gesture as an invitation for a free blow job in the school bathroom. He knows it too. Not now though. I was going to be entirely loyal to Craig, even if he didn't know it was me.

I pushed Clyde's hand away and told him I wasn't in the mood right now. He didn't buy it but let it drop. I think that's why Craig liked Clyde. He didn't push the issue.

Oh shit Craig! I had to let him know I couldn't come over tonight. My fucking parents had decided to go spend a week in Denver and go to all the bars, so I was stuck babysitting my little sister, Karen. My idiot brother had disappeared somewhere and God only knows when he'd return.

Quickly and quietly, I wrote a note on a piece of paper I found. The second the bell rang I darted to Craig's locker and slipped the note inside before running over to my locker. I watched Craig open up his and pick up the note. It was obvious he was kind of pissed. The way he hunched up a bit and glared at the paper in his hands. Well, I have nothing better to do. Might as well try and talk to him.

"Hey Baby." I purred as I walked up behind him. God, I loved flirting.

He turned to me with a look of hatred on his face.

"What do you want McCormick?" His words full of irritation.

"I dunno. Just to talk I guess." I said nonchalantly.

"Really? You're not going to try and hit on me today?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

I gave him my best innocent look.

"I would never do something like that."

"You're a fucking terrible liar."

Hm, this could be fun. I really wish he knew I was Mysterion. Then we could just makeout right here and right now. His lips looked oh so inviting.

"Well, if you really want me to hit on you, then I guess I can always change my plans…" I said huskily, pushing the slightly taller teen against his locker, placing one hand on his chest and the other against the metal behind him. "What do you say? Me, you, a bottle of brunettes and a cheap hotel room? " I said flirtatiously.

He pushed me off with a look of disgust on his face.

"Tempting but no. I'm taken."

Wow it made me happy to hear him say that. Of course I had guessed that Craig would be faithful, but for him to actually admit to me, someone he hates, that he was taken was impressive. He must have been really proud of us to say it like that.

Play it cool Kenny…

"Whatever, go fuck your imaginary girlfriend. I have to babysit my sister anyway tonight. It's sad; I actually had a hot date tonight with this real pain in the ass. Oh well. See ya Craig."

And with that I made my way back to my locker where Stan and Kyle were waiting for me.

"Dude, what did you do to Craig? He looks like he's going to murder you." Kyle asked.

"Oh, nothing." I said, turning back to wink at the pissed off male in question.

He flipped me off and stormed away.