Warning: Contains gay boys, lesbians, sexual themes, and Cartman. Yup.
I do not now nor have I ever owned South Park
1: Introduction- GregoryXMole
He was clever, Gregory supposed. That was this new mercenary- Christophe DeLorn, the bastard French man- this new tool. He was cheap for a mercenary of his caliber and his infiltration skills were par no one.
He stood before Gregory- covered in dirt and mud, cigarette dangling from his lips- mission completed, calmly taking his new employers features.
"I think this will be the start of a beautiful relationship, Mr. DeLorn." -- the French was harsh on his tongue-- "The money will be wired to your bank account."
"Ze Mole." He murmured. The accent was thick on his tongue.
"Excuse me?"
"Ze Mole. Call me Ze Mole, beetch."
"Alright, Mole." Gregory smiled slightly, "The money shall be wired to your bank account."
The French man's jaw twitched. He dropped his cigarette on the ground and crushed it with his boot before turning.
Gregory smiled liking the way the Mole's hips moved. liking the way he walked. Erect, with his shoulders thrust back. Tall in the wind.
It was the beginning of a beautiful relationship indeed. Gregory leaned back in his chair.
---
2: Love- Creek
A stringy blond stared back at Tweek. As he watched, he twitched nervously. Tweek closed his eyes and his double's eyes also closed. Tweek breathed deeply, "Craig, I've got something to tell you." No that was stupid, "Craig, there's something I've wanted to tell you for a while." No, what if he took that the wrong way- nng!- this was too much pressure! "Craig, I think I love you!"
"What?" A dark head poked his head into Tweek's room.
"Arg!" Tweek spasmed. Craig had heard him! Now he definitely thought he was a freak! And he was gonna dump him now, and find a busty blond, or a stripper, or- oh Jesus- an underwear model, and Tweek would be alone filling his days with caffeine and cats, "I don't wanna be a cat-lady!" He tore at his hair.
"What are you talking about?" Craig strode into Tweek's room, "I hate cats." He wrapped an arm around Tweek's shoulder, staring into the mirror as well. A silence came over them.
"C-craig- nng-"
"Hm?" The taller boy looked at Tweek.
"I- uh- well I- gah- too much pressure!" Tweek twitched violently, "Sweet Jesus!"
Craig pulled Tweek closer and kissed him, "I love you too, Tweek."
---
3: Light- Buttman
He was sweet. Not like sugar, sugar was too harsh and too strong. He was lighter than that. Something purer. Maybe that's why Cartman hated him.
After all Butters was everything Cartman wasn't. He was the angel to Cartman's demon, the yin to Cartman's yang, the Churchill to Cartman's Hitler.
Gullible, sweet, little naive Butters. So see through, was that why Cartman was attracted to him? Every insult, every little praise registered on that round little face. Instant gratification. And no matter how battered, how weather-worn he always stayed sweet. Always naive, like nothing had ever happened to him. He'd always remain that darling angel.
It was so infuriating.
It made Cartman want to punch his face in. To fuck him so badly and leave him dripping with jizz. So that the stench of sex followed him everywhere. He wanted to cannibalize him, take every Butters was and break it down in his body. Take it and conquer it. Suck up all of Butter's light and assimilate into the depth of his own rancid soul.
How good would it feel to break the blond between his fingers. Destroying him and leave a bitter tasting shell. Consume everything he was and regurgitate it back at him. Slice off the angel's wings so they'd never emit light again.
---
4: Dark- K2
The dark was comfortable, at least for Kenny. It was soothing, like a friend greeting him. Numbing the pain from the gun-blasts, the knives and blades, and the occasional falling wheelbarrows. Death was really quite nice. It was like going to sleep for a few hours. Yep death was pretty peaceful for Kenny. It was life that was an uncle fucker.
He'd been to Hell before. It was nothing like life in South Park. It seemed like every other moment he was getting sucked into something insane, but sometimes the dark would rescue him. Then he'd get to sleep for a bit. And not have to deal with Cartman.
Sometimes the dark would come swallow him up in real life. Those long fingers would push back his hood, and those delicate lips would press against his, and Jesus Christ only girls should have asses that round.
He'd never thought in a million years he'd end up this way. But that was okay because it only hurt a little. Did that mean he'd have to throw away all his girly magazines? At least he'd have that beautiful tangle of red hair to keep his dick company.
And at least it felt good laying next to someone else in the dark.
---
5: Seeking Solace- Creek
Many things worried Tweek. Nuclear explosions, upcoming tests, public speaking, choking on food, choking on water, choking as someone performed the Heimlich maneuver on him, telemarketers, being sue and of course the Affleck duck. Oh yeah he knew it was highly improbable the damned duck was watching him, but you never know when or where that water fowl was going to pop up screaming "Affleck"
Let's face it, anything could kill you. Anything at all. Hell giant guinea pigs could destroy South Park for all Tweek could be certain off. He could kick the bucket at any moment. Anyone he lover could check out at any moment.
It was times like these that Tweek hyperventilated into a paper bag until it popped. It wasn't like he didn't try to do the things his therapist suggested. But listening to the sounds of water made him need to use the bathroom and the slightest noise broke his happy place. And the pills only worked for so long. Besides with all the coffee it made him sick to his stomach. Tweek didn't have much faith in rainwater, or his happy place or pills.
Because when push comes to shove only one thing could bring solace to Tweek's mind. When those strong arms pulled him into the taller boy, and that nasally voice said, "I love you, Tweeky."
---
6: Break Away- Bendy
There were some things Wendy could never forget. Not even as she grew up to be a hot-shot lawyer who also played the politic game on the side. Not even as she grew up and broke away from that snowy mountain town.
Like catching snow flakes on the tip of her tongue or buying shoes with her best friends, or her very first kiss.
But the thing Wendy would remember most would be her best friend in the world, Bebe.
She would remember making snow angels when they were eight. She would remember giggling about boys when they were eleven and cramming together for finals when they were sixteen. And on her eighteenth birthday when she had given something to Bebe. It hadn't meant much to the blond, but it meant the world to Wendy.
So much so that even when Wendy was a grown- up lady with a wife and a darling son she'd look back on the night and smile
---
7: Heaven- Bunny
Once you got past the all the Mormons, and their sparkly vampires, Heaven was a pretty cool place. God was a cool enough guy when he wasn't smiting some random dude. Besides he had a wicked sense of humor.
All in all heaven was great, naked angels, free bear and you got to laugh at the poor sons of bitches whose eternal punishment was being forced to watch Satan and Saddam's 'sexy- time'.
Still no matter how totally awesome heaven was, Kenny would still rather be nestled against a certain blond.
---
8: Innocence- Cryde
Craig was by no means an innocent guy. He swore, he flipped people the bird, he smoked like a chimney, and he was constantly in and out of fights.
So it sort of surprised Clyde to be naked in bed next to Craig all prepared for their very first 'sexy-time' with Craig voicing the question, "What now?"
"W-what do you mean 'what now'!"
"I've never done this before." Craig stated bluntly, not a bit of embarrassment, "What do I do."
"Ya- you know!" Clyde replied exasperated, and more than a little embarrassed. How was he supposed to explain this! "Haven't you ever seen any porn!"
"Yes. But I don't think-"
"Gay porn, Craig, gay porn!"
"No."
Clyde sighed, what a boner kill.
---
9: Drive- Style
Kyle and Stan should be doing homework right now. The responsible side of his brain was grumbling loudly. He could only imagine the look on his mother's face when she learned they hadn't completed their project because they were talking.
Stan leaned forward his hand touching Kyle's. Suddenly, Kyle lost the will to do homework. The only thing he had the drive to do was stare into those big blue eyes.
---
10: Breathe Again- ChristopheXKyle
One thought raced through his brain as Christophe choked on his breath. There was only one thing Kyle could think about.
Not the war against Canada. Not how they were going to rescue Terrance and Phillip. Now how much trouble they were going to get in.
Only about what he would give to have Christophe breathe again.