All rights and privileges to "South Park" are copyrighted trademarks and property of Trey Parker, Matt Stone, Comedy Central, and all peoples associated. The characters of these fictions are used WITHOUT permission for the entertainment purposes only. This work of fiction is not meant for sale or profit. As if anyone would actually pay money for this thoughtless drivel. And even if they like it, it's right here and money is not required. So there! Bottom line: I don't own them I just like to play God with them. Like an ant walking back and forth across my feet for what seems like miles upon miles. Or a bug with a magnifying glass as it slowly burns into nothingness. Ahem Yes, I don't own them. Never have. Never will. Sigh…

A/N: Slash! That's right. This story contains slash. Don't like - don't read, that simple. And other strange pairing by me. Wow, so far it's Stan and Greg, Stan and Tweek, and now these two. I just felt it necessary after the "Critter's Christmas" episode: this was begging to be written. This is a drabble: exactly 100 words.

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Naughty or Nice

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"I want evil," Kyle smirked, licking his chapped lips.

"You really need to make up your mind," Damien said in a huff. "Evil, nice, evil, nice." He crossed his arms and snorted irritably. "Just choose one already!"

Kyle's hand wandered somewhere it hadn't been in ages. Damien grunted, trying hard not to fall under the intoxicating spell of those adventurous hands.

"I chose evil this time."

"This time?" Damien scoffed. "And next time?"

"I'm unpredictable." That infuriating smirk had returned. "But right now," Kyle lowered his voice and whispered sultrily into his ear. "I want the antichrist inside of me."

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Was it just me or did anyone wonder why Kyle was shirtless in Cartman's story?