The long awaited sequel to A Knife to the Back is here! Cartman gets a letter from his mom, but will he save her after all she's done to him? Or is it really her fault? Will Kyle find out about Cartman's drug manufacturing ? All questions are answered here in this sequel!
Kyle stretched, smiling as his naked body arched to meet the sunlight streaming through their window. He moaned gently, wiggling his hips to wake up his sleeping body. He ruffled his springy, curly red locks, his emerald eyes blinking through the haze of sleep. He felt good. It was a slow, beautiful wake up to a shining, beautiful morning in a Colorado summer. The final vestiges of the snow was melting outside, and warmth was bleeding through the window onto his pale skin. "Mmm…" he purred, looking down at the large lump on the other side of the bed. "Come on Cartman. Wake up. It's a beautiful morning and you promised to take me to the pound." Kyle pushed at the lump.
Cartman snarled at him halfheartedly. "Dogs and Jews don't get along." He grumbled. "Haven't you fucking figured it out in sixty years…? Stupid heeb." He pulled the covers up over his shoulder and turned over in the bed. Kyle frowned and yanked the covers down off of Cartman's body.
"Eric. You promised. We've got good money coming in now from your job at the mall. You're not home during the week….I want something to take care of." Kyle said. "This house is cleaner than it ever was… I think a puppy would be great. It would guard the house just in case."
"Give me the fucking covers back you son of a bitch!" Cartman lunged at him and tore the covers from his hands, snuggling back down into his nest. "IF we get a fucking dog I get to name it!" he growled in a muffled fashion under the thick goose down comforter.
"That's not fair! You're going to give it a horrible name like Fuhrer or something." Kyle protested, tugging at the large mass of covers. He gave up and straddled Cartman's side naked, looking down at the tuft of nut-brown hair poking up through a gap in the covers. He ruffled it and felt a growl from under his legs.
"I wouldn't. But if you get to choose the dog I get to name it." Cartman challenged. "That's my rule, Jew. You pick, I name. Fair's fair." He wiggled his hips, trying to shove Kyle off. But the skinny redhead kept his perch quite easily. Kyle sighed and kissed the tuft of brown hair.
"Okay. But you can't give it a Nazi name." he said. "Promise me that at least?"
"Only if you don't pick a fucking pussy dog. Anything under fifty pounds is a pussy dog. Only faggots have those." Cartman poked his thick head out from the nest of covers, glaring at Kyle. He let his eyes rove over Kyle's slender ivory legs and his soft cock, licking his lips. Last night had been a good one…lots of rough lovemaking. He'd made the bruises on those soft hips of Kyle's. He'd fucked him good. He slid over in the nest of covers, shifting Kyle so the boy was properly straddling his hips.
"Okay, okay." Kyle rolled his eyes. "But in case you didn't notice we ARE fags, fatass. We're about as gay as they come without living in San Francisco. We even have houseplants."
"YOU have houseplants. I piss in the pots when you take too long in the bathroom." Cartman grinned evilly. "Speaking of which get off, Jew. I have to piss." He bucked his hips again, trying to shove Kyle off. His lover rolled his eyes and slid off, getting off their broad bed so he could pick out clothes. Cartman got up and sneakily pinched Kyle's rear, heading into the master bathroom. Kyle squeaked and rubbed his bruised rear, glaring at the shut bathroom door. But he was happy inside. He never intended to get a small yappy dog, so he had really won. He would get a nice Labrador, and Cartman would hopefully choose a name that wasn't too horrid.
Kyle slid into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, pulling his green jacket on. While it was sunny outside, the Colorado wind still had a nasty bite to it. He put a pair of thick socks on, rolling his ankles happily to hear the joints pop. It had been nearly six months since he'd had the cast on, and he was loving the freedom. If he had his way he would never have a boot on his foot ever again. He couldn't tarry too long getting dressed. Cartman was very particular in how he liked to wake up, and Kyle had learned early that a lack of coffee put Cartman in a foul mood for the rest of the day. Nothing could lift a cloud like that, so Kyle had taken it upon himself to make coffee every morning.
Besides, he wanted Cartman in a good mood so when they brought the puppy home it would feel secure. The last thing he wanted was to terrify the poor thing with Cartman's volatile temper. Kyle went downstairs to start the coffeemaker and put the skillet on the stove. He cracked three eggs into it and scrambled them up with salt, pepper, and dill while the coffee bubbled away. Six slices of bacon, two links of sausage, and a large mug of coffee would be waiting for Cartman when he finally stumbled downstairs. Then he could make himself a simple egg and have his orange juice.
Cartman came down just as Kyle was pouring the coffee into his mug, plopping heavily into the kitchen chair and shoveling food down his throat. Kyle slid his own egg into a small plate and sat down across from Cartman, chuckling. "Good morning to you too." Kyle said, sipping his juice happily.
Cartman grumbled around a mouthful of food. Kyle rolled his eyes and finished his egg fairly quickly, downing the orange juice quickly. "You finish your food, I'll get the mail then we can go." He said cheerfully, setting his dishes in the sink. Kyle bounced outside cheerfully to their mailbox, unable to contain the smile on his face. Without Cartman's consent he'd gone shopping, getting a dog bed, food, puppy dishes, a collar and leash…everything he'd need for a puppy. Cartman still thought he wouldn't go through with it…hah! He pulled out the mail, humming as he scanned through it. Junk mail, junk mail, cable bill, junk mail…and a letter. He paused at the last and frowned at it.
From Liane Cartman, to Eric Cartman. There was no return address, and the stamp had been slapped on haphazardly. Kyle bit his lip, his good mood deflating in an instant. "Why did that no good bitch have to…" he growled. It had been a beautiful morning…they were going to get a puppy for god's sake! He knew if he showed this to Cartman the entire day would be ruined. But if he hid it from his lover, he would catch hell for it later. Unless…he took a deep breath and put the envelope back into the mailbox, shutting it up tightly. The mail came twice a day after all; once in the morning, once in the evening. Who's to say it wouldn't come at 5 pm instead of on their gorgeous summer morning?
Kyle walked back inside and put the junk mail in the trash, setting the bill on the table so Cartman could pay it later. His lover was setting his dishes in the sink, happy and awake now that he'd downed a few cups of coffee. Cartman came up behind him and wrapped thick, meaty arms around his waist, burrowing his head into Kyle's neck. Kyle forced a smile onto his face. "Ready?" he asked eagerly. He had to forget about the letter. Today was too beautiful of a day to spoil with rage.
But what the hell did Liane want with them? Kyle and Eric were happy. They had a house, bills, they made love five times a week and Cartman had a steady job. Kyle was content cleaning the house and hanging out with Stan getting boned up for college. Why did she have to throw a wrench into their happy lives? Or, God forbid, was she coming back? Kyle followed Cartman out of the house, watching his lover lock their door. They passed by the mailbox, Kyle feeling a shiver go up his spine. It was like the letter was taunting him.
"Oh Cartman…"
Kyle was glowing happily, his arms wrapped around the most beautiful little pit bull puppy he'd ever laid eyes on. He'd been set on a Labrador, but when he'd seen the big blue eyes looking up at him from the pen he'd had to pick her up. When he did, he knew he was bringing the pit bull home. The puppy was a light reddish brown with a large white streak on her chest, and she'd not stopped licking him since he had signed the papers. He giggled and petted her, watching her whip-like tail wag furiously back and forth. "She's so cute! What are we going to name her?" Kyle looked over at his lover, who looked proud that he hadn't chosen a 'faggy dog'.
Cartman looked over at the puppy, eyeing her. "Jutte." He grunted. Kyle snickered and snuggled the puppy tighter to his chest, kissing the tip of her ruddy nose. "It means child." Cartman explained, smirking at the newly-christened Jutte. He took a hand off the steering wheel and rubbed her head, receiving a mass of licks on his hand. She was a little ball of energy, wiggling excitedly in the car. "She's cute, but if she pisses in here then you're cleaning it up." Cartman said, pulling into their driveway. Kyle tried to get Jutte to hold still while he slipped her new halter around her broad chest. It was similar to putting shoes on a two-year old. Constant wiggling.
When they finally let her out to relieve herself on the lawn and then into the house, Kyle rushed to get her bed ready and give her some of her toys. Cartman folded his arms. "Jesus, kike, you're spoiling the shit out of the damn dog." He grumbled, kneeling and tussling with the overjoyed puppy. "At least you picked something badass."
The evening rolled around far too early for Kyle's taste. Jutte had exhausted herself and was now flopped on the couch watching television with Cartman and himself. He'd tried to get her to obey him, but for some reason Jutte completely ignored him and only paid attention to Cartman. Even worse, Cartman was teaching her how to sit and stay in German. Kyle had to admit…the commands sounded a lot more forceful when said in German. Jutte was a smart dog and found training fun, though bored of it quickly and resumed exploring every nook and cranny in the house.
Kyle's heart sank when their television programme ended and Cartman kissed his cheek. "Go check the mail. We didn't get the property bill." He grumbled, switching the television off and picking up the sleeping puppy. He laid her in her bed, stretching and heading into the kitchen to get dinner. Jutte lifted her head and stumbled after Cartman, her tail wagging so hard her rear end wagged the entire way into the kitchen. Kyle swallowed and went back out to get the mail, pulling out the envelope and scanning over it again.
Liane Cartman, to Eric Cartman.
Kyle carried it in with a heavy heart, seeing Cartman irritably bark at Jutte to sit in German. The wiggling puppy sat next to her master, eyeing the pot of pasta Cartman was stirring around. "She learns quick. You picked a smart dog, Jew." Cartman commented, leaving the pasta to boil. "What's that?" he easily snatched the envelope out of Kyle's fingers and looked at the name on the front. Kyle saw his lover's eyes darken, then lift to meet his.
Cartman said nothing. He ripped open the envelope and tore out the letter, his eyes scanning it. Kyle knew better than to ask what it read, but he wanted to know more than anything. Cartman's face went from dark, to sneering, to ice cold. "Fucking whore." He snarled, and crumpled up the paper. He threw it in the wastebin. "I'm not hungry, Jew. Feed my part to the dog." Cartman growled, and stomped upstairs.
Jutte whined, wiggling her tail and looking at Kyle. Kyle knelt and patted her head. "It's ok girl." He said, smiling at her. "Just let him alone for a little bit, okay? He probably needs to be alone." He added, but the dog didn't pay him any mind. She turned and wiggled her way up the stairs after Cartman. Kyle sighed. He'd have to get the pup to obey him someday. He fished in the garbage and uncrumpled the letter, taking it into the bathroom to read. He knew better than to get caught reading it on the bathroom floor. Cartman wasn't stupid, but Kyle did know how to fool him. The note froze his blood. Liane's letter was a plea for help. She was begging Cartman to come to Denver, to meet her. That she desperately had to speak with him about something, something that was endangering her life. She needed her son, and was sorry about leaving him.
Kyle chewed his lip. He couldn't believe Cartman had just thrown away the note like this! Liane was in trouble! He knew that she had left Cartman…but she sounded like she was in real trouble. It even might have explained why she hadn't come home to Cartman that night. It was clear she had a lot to answer for, but reaching out for her son like this meant Liane had no other options. Kyle crumpled the note back up. So she wanted to meet Cartman tomorrow in Denver. Kyle would make sure they were there. If only to see what she wanted.
He walked out of the bathroom, making sure to flush the toilet so he didn't bring any suspicion on himself, and tossed the note back into the trash. Kyle swore when he heard the sound of water overboiling and turned down the pasta, sighing deeply into the steam. If Cartman wasn't going tomorrow…he was.