They rarely had time for each other.
Craig stared at the rising sun in the had long since fallen asleep, cradling Tweek gently, his body still jumping from his crazy levels of caffeine. The blonde boy nuzzled Craig for warmth, his pale arms breaking out in gooseflesh. Craig had then realized he too was cold, and grabbed the thin blanket they were supplied with and draped it over their naked bodies.
Craig loved him, even if he was a nervous freak. They had to keep this a secret. They had to. Tweak yawned and rubbed his eyes nervously. He jumped slightly and started whimpering. They were outside the fence.
"W-Where are we?!" He started squeaking and looked towards Craig, eyes wide.
"We're outside the gate. Don't you remember?" Tweek shook nervously.
They HAD drank a lot. Craig attempted to smooth the crazy wisps that was Tweek's hair. The blonde looked up and smiled at Craig, love seeping from every pore. They sat like this for minutes. Tweek sat up, stretching like a cat. Craig smirked. The boy was beautiful, even though he was a nervous wreck. Tweek looked over at his lover and leaned forward, puckering his lips slightly. Craig leaned forward, holding the blonde's neck lightly as if he would break in two, and kissed him, his lips soft and warm. Their tongues eventually tangled with one another and they forgot to breathe. When they finally pulled away for breath, Tweek was blushing a bright red, his left eye twitching. They leaned their heads together, their breaths mingling.
"I love you," Craig whispered it, quietly, as if the world didn't exist beyond them. Tweek smiled and shook slightly, like a rattled coke bottle. He closed his eyes, soaking in this moment of calm. They had right now, and that's all that mattered.
Kyle found the chamber most despicable. Basically, it was just a large chamberin which he was all alone. The room was painted in an awful off-white and the cinder-block floors were painted the same color.
It was maddening.
Occasionally, Butters would visit, calling him "Jew scum", but then quietly apologizing. Kyle stood facing one of the walls, contemplating bashing in his head. Cartman had entered, flanked by the nervous blonde and the sullen, bored black haired boy.
They grabbed his arms, pinning them behind his back. The heavier man approached him. He was holding a syringe filled with a deep purple liquid. Kyle thrashed, bucking his head angrily.
"Don't struggle, Kahl, and it'll all be over," He shushed the red-head gently as he plunged it deep into his neck.
When he woke, he was chained to a wall in a smaller, darker room. There weren't any windows, and Kyle could barely see. Cartman entered the room, holding a lamp with one hand and something he couldn't see in another.
"Hello, Kahl," his voice echoed in the tiny room, sending a shiver down the red-head's body.
"Yeah? What the fuck do you want?" Cartman walked up to him, slowly, just getting Kyle all worked up. He approached him, and sniffed his neck.
"You smell like sweat and shit, Jew,"
"Well whose fault is that?" the red-head growled, shooting looks of hate and anger, with a little bit of shame towards the soldier.
"You. You're a dirty Jew," the brunette growled. He leaned in closer to the Jew and bit his ear. Kyle shuddered, and bit his lip, respectively. The heavier man's hands found Kyle's abdomen, and his large fingers brushed that sensitive skin that had never been touched, exploring places left untrod. Kyle leaned into his touch, inciting a chuckle from the Nazi General.
"You don't lnow how long I've waited to do this," And then, at that moment, the general leaned forward, his eyes closed, lips slightly parted. Kyle stared in horror, blowing air out of his nose. He could smell the mint on his breath. But just before their lips touched, the door behind him resounded with a *rapraprap* The general whipped his head towards the door and glared.
"We'll finish this up later, Jew," he whispered it as he unlocked Kyle's shackles. He called to the door, and it opened, revealing the two foot soldiers who poke and prodded him before.
"Take him with general pop."
"Yessir,"
Hello friends! I'm sorry this one was so short, I just couldn't find inspiration for this specific chapter~
I'll do better, I swur!
-Zaki-Chan~