Cartmans POV -

I desperately needed a fix and I needed it soon. How I craved the sweet yet perfect mix of sarcasm, wrath and pure hatred only Kyle could offer. No matter how disturbing or sick it was I couldn't help but need it, sometimes I believed given the choice between Kyle's hatred towards me and air I'd find a way to go without breath.

I became loud and obnoxious, voicing any slur I could lay my sharp serpents tongue to as long as it was about Kyle, his family or could possibly cause offence, wounding the proud jersey Jew making him feel compelled to attack like a cornered bear. Ferociously and uncaring protecting his territory which I purposely invaded with every single venomous word.

I had searched my mind, body and soul may times and I knew it wasn't love. No it definitely wasn't love, the only person I could bring myself to love was me and I often even found that difficult considering my heightened level of arrogance and the fact it was well known I was an egotist. When it came to the question of soul I'd discovered it couldn't be anything to do with something so spiritual for I often truly believed due to my lack of limitation and the fact nothing was ever safe of sacred I didn't have a soul, I'd regularly commit heinous, vulgar acts against everyone I ever came across and never felt a spot of pity anyway even if I had the curse of a soul, the idea of Kyle being my soul mate was laughable as it was a proven fact Jews don't have souls.

No my constant yearning to piss Kyle off simply to gain a response had to do with body and the feelings were designated to one specific part of my body. My motherfucking pants junk. For many a year I'd thought my hate toward Kyle was because I enjoyed the thrill of the debate, always having to think on my feet causing my brain to tick a mile a minute just to remain one step in front of Kyle. Although that never worked out for the best and somehow I just quit trying and became adept at losing to the ginger. No after all that time I finally conceded defeat and swallowed my pride enough to admit to myself angering Kyle caused my cock to throb, twitch and grow stiffer with every glare and foul word exchanged between us. It plagued my twisted mind, consuming my thoughts engulfing me in my perverted thoughts which seemed to comes daily as sure as the sun would rise and set.

I bet he could suck the chrome off a tow hitch. I thought as Kyle stared at me across the classroom, eyebrows furrowed, face red, the vein in his forhead throbbing so intensely I wore it'd soon pop. His lips pursed as a brief "fuck you, you fat fuck." escaped his pretty pink supple lips.

I couldn't help but daydream about how Kyle's lips would feel, pursed around my raging erection as I ripped at his flaming red hair like a wild animal while I mercilessly fucked his face hearing him gag on my aching girth as I forced him to take it all balls deep.

"Always the same lousy comebacks Kyle, but truth be told you retarded Jew if I wanted stale comeback I'd scoop it out of your grandmothers corpses rotten mouth." I replied, hurling abuse across the room causing the class full of people to make sounds letting Kyle know he'd just been served.

Kyle clenched his fists and began to violently shake. I knew what caused him to tick. Yes, Jew boy give me all your hatred, spew all your anger unto thee. I hadn't had the pleasure of a quarrel with Kyle for too long and I was pulling out the big guns today. I wanted it, I needed it. I hoped he'd get angry enough to hit me today. His hits although lacking power were the perfect wank fantasy and I always blew my load quicker and multiple times after a majorly escalated fight with him. I anxiously awaited Kyles next string of words. Those beautiful, dark repugnant words that fired towards me from his mouth like bullets meant to wound. Alhtough they never did, I had no qualms about what I was or even what my family was. We were an ancestry of filthy, fucking whores who sought cheap thrills a trait which I'd come to enjoy since I turned sixteen. Two long years had passed since I'd found out my true reasons for goading Kyle into brawls, arguments and any other type of fight you can think of and I'd enjoyed every sluttish minute of it alone in my bed at night replaying the visions and words over and over in my head as if they were a DVD I'd picked up reduced from Best Buy.

Kyle would never know my hidden agenda, yet as long as they're biting you're going to fish right?

Kyle stood up and walked toward me, seething like I'd never seen before. As he came nearer I just wanted to push him against the wall of the classroom and fist his asshole. But no I had restraint even if no one belied I did.

Kyle passed me shooting me daggers and exited the classroom. No, he didn't just leaving in the middle of a grande bout. No, no fucking no.I felt like a wanted to cry, fucking blue balls was all I've have tonight. Thanks you fucking selfish prick Jew, if only you knew how you tortured me.

Kyle's POV –

I'd fucking had it with fatass and his repugnance. Fucking asshole was all talk, never any action. I knew he whipped himself into a frenzy over these vile shit slinging matches and I'd finally had my fill of back and forth. I would no longer sit idly by as I resided in his spank back. No. Why should I do half the work and receive none of the pleasure anyway?

I'd never been one for masturbation, I loathed to if I was being perfectly honest. It's ok if you can't contain yourself but if you hold off and carefully chose a partner and you're willing to wait for them as long as it takes, I prefer a good hard fuck session.

My mind wandered as I aimlessly roamed the halls. My temper was flared, I was riled up and ready to rumble and if I went back near Cartman he'd without a doubt have contact but not how he wanted. I enjoyed the frustration; I was fucked up and perhaps was even slightly sadistic. For all the time Cartman had made my life a nightmare my wrath had transformed contorting into some form of diabolical appetite, a thirst even.

I found my way into the male toilets and I gazed into the mirror. Staring back me was the inhuman fiend Cartmans hostility had moulded me into. The perfect little fiend. I often found myself wishing Cartman would just fuck me. I hoped and prayed for him to get it over with, violate me, rape me. Hurt me and make me feel like a whore. I longed for the agony of his touch and was beginning to think he'd never be man enough to just take my body and trash it. I needed the pain it'd give me such pleasure and Cartman was in my sights. Truthfully my patience was wearing thin, if he didn't make his move soon I'd make it for us both and the man who turned me into the beast I am today would not pleased with what he gets.