Kyle x cartman 2

For the people who are disappointed that this isn't Kyman don't worry it'll get there but it is also Style but yeah, it gets there :D sorry for the disappointment :(

The next day Stan had been sitting in his bed all day running on barely four hours of sleep due to his mind running rapidly with thoughts of Kyle. Stan checked the time '4:00PM' Kyle would surely be with Cartman right now. Stan contemplated going over there and watching them through the window, seeing what happened behind closed doors

"Fuck it" Stan uttered standing up. He grabbed his drink bottle and then walked out his door before creaking it shut behind him.

"Where are you going Turd?" I voice behind him said, Stan rolled his eyes at this

"Shelly I'm going to Kyle's, where else would I be going?" He asked her rhetorically before continuing down the stairs to the front door, he opened and shut it behind me before making his way to Eric's house. Stan didn't know what he'd see in there and he knew it wouldn't be pretty but he had to know, he had to. Stan had to know what happened when Cartman were home alone. Stan walked straight past Kyle's house which felt unnatural to him before meeting Cartman's lime green house, Stan wondered if Cartman's mum was home but the guessed due to her car being absent that he was most likely home alone with Kyle, this worried Stan, Kyle in a house alone with his dangerous boyfriend made him cringe. He got down on his hands and knees before reaching the front door and then proceeded to look in the window of the lounge room, he saw Cartman chowing down cheesy-poofs whilst watching TV, he didn't see Kyle though, was he sure Kyle was actually at Cartman's today? No, he just assumed, Stan smiled to himself remembering the stupid thing Kyle always tells Stan when he assumes things 'don't assume things, because when you do you make an ass out of you and me' which always made Stan laugh because of its unoriginality but still Kyle insisted on saying it every time without fail.

"KEHL" Stan heard which scared him out of his daydream, it was Cartman, Stan then saw Kyle coming out of the kitchen, he looked drunk yet again but sober enough to walk.

"mm?" Was all the drunk Jew managed to say meeting Cartman's dark soulless eyes.

"Come watch TV with me" Cartman said looking up at him and smiling, Kyle just stopped in his tracks, something was very wrong here Stan thought. Kyle blinked excessively before nodding and making his way over to his overweight boyfriend. Stan watched inventively then he had a thought, what would he do if Cartman started hitting him? Would he intervene and let them know he had been spying on them? Or would he stay hidden and just let Kyle get hit?

"I need you to do my homework for me" Cartman insisted not even looking at Kyle, did Cartman even love Kyle?

"Wh-what?" Kyle asked confused clearly trying his best to sit up straight.

"Don't be a sneaky Jew, you heard me" Cartman replied finally looking at him but with anger in his eyes, he shuffled closer to Kyle still with anger printed across his face.

"I uh…I guess I can do that" Kyle managed to say his eyelids fluttering, he was obviously struggling to keep himself awake, Stan wondered exactly how much Kyle had to drink if he was sober enough to walk but too drunk to keep himself awake.

"You guess…" Cartman said nodding looking away from him again repeated those words over and over again 'you guess'. Kyle just sat there not even questioning it as he sat there falling asleep.

"Kehl! You can't just go to sleep on my couch" Cartman half yelled inching closer again once again looking at him with anger, the yelling made Kyle jump but he was still looking as if he might fall asleep.

"H-huh?" Kyle asked hiccupping slightly, Cartman punched the wall behind him before rolling his eyes.

"This is my couch, not yours, mine!" Cartman replied angrily punching the wall again but this time not as hard, Stan felt himself worrying, was this how all the confrontations went? Cartman yelling at him and Kyle just sitting there innocently. Kyle was silent before Stan noticed Cartman was unzipping his pants, he looked at Kyle who just sat there with his eyes half shut.

"Blow me and I'll forgive you" Cartman uttered sitting there with his dick hanging out grinning stupidly at Kyle

"I can't blow you Cartman I'm incredibly drunk, I can't keep myself awake, I'll end up choking…" Kyle managed to say slowly turning his head to meet Cartman's hate filled brown eyes.

"What…" Cartman replied closing his eyes before speaking again

"WHAT?! You WILL suck my dick you sneaky little Jew boy"

"No…Cartman I can't"

"Why the fuck not?

"Because I will fall asleep."

"God Kehl, it's something simple, I'd blow you if you asked…"

"Then do it"

"…Well…You see I can't Kyle because I asked you to, so if I did it to you…You might not replay the favour…Kyle." Cartman again inched closer before grabbing Kyle by the jacket and glaring at him complete rage, Stan's eyes widened, he was conflicted on what to do now.

"Cartman don't!" Kyle yelled his eyelids still half closed

"Why not?" Cartman asked trying to seem innocent, tilting his head to the side and smiling at the helpless boy in front of him.

"…Stan knows" Kyle replied squeezing his eyes shut possibly to avoid seeing Cartman's face turn from angry to really fucking pissed off.

"What…?" Was all Cartman said clearly shocked, he no longer looked angry but no just looked scared, it was a look Stan never really saw on Cartman.

"He saw the fucking bruises Cartman! He saw them and I don't know what I told him because I was really drunk I only remembering him seeing them!" Kyle yelled with a desperate look on his face, then a huge thunk was heard and Kyle was on the ground holding his jaw, Stan prepared himself to stand up.

"Why the fuck were you topless or…Naked in front of him?" Cartman asked crouching down to meet his green eyes, Kyle just looked at him his mouth open in pain as he rubbed his jaw.

"Answer me!" Cartman yelled at the top of his voice punching him equally hard on the other side of his thin jaw, Kyle cried out in pain, the punch caused him to fall back and spin around landing hard on his stomach.

"I was getting changed! After you kicked me out last night it started raining really hard and by the time I got to his house I was drenched so Stan gave me a change of clothes!" Kyle replied looking back at him with tears in his eyes, Stan watched on in horror, Kyle was powerless, he was tiny compared to Cartman and it was hard to watch but Stan was still preparing himself to either intervene or run away.

"What he usually watches you get changed?" Cartman asked rubbing his temples sighing, Kyle just swallowed hard before shaking his head and replying

"No, I was…Well he had to dress me" Kyle stared at his boyfriend hopeful that he had calmed down. Cartman then lunged at him landing on top of the redheads back before slamming his head into the ground over and over again, Stan shot up without thinking and then proceeded to run to the door and opening it, all this happened so fast that he didn't even know what to do, what if Cartman came after him? He was barely larger than Kyle so he couldn't do anything even in self-defence. Stan remembered a time when Cartman didn't have the balls to hit anyone but now it seemed those days were gone. Stan burst through the front door before running over to Cartman who stopped what he was doing to look behind him, his eyes narrowed when he saw Stan.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" He asked standing up, Stan just stood there with no clue of what to do next, there he was face-to-face with Eric Cartman who towered over him.

"I think you know…" Was all Stan said before pushing past Cartman and rushing over to Kyle who was laying there his face flat against the ground, Stan prepared himself for lots of blood, after all Cartman was slamming his head repetitively into the ground. Stan placed his hand on Kyle's shoulder and rolled him over, Kyle was surprisingly still alive and awake but barely so.

"Stan" He managed to say his breathing unsteady as he tried to lift himself up off the ground but failing but to the ground before passing out, Stan just stared at him before he felt a huge pair of hands grab him from behind and then he was getting thrown onto the couch.

"Stan, I don't want to hurt you but why are you corrupting my boyfriend?" Cartman asked crossing his arms staring at the raved-haired boy who was staring up at him with the biggest look of 'are you fucking kidding me?'

"Cartman, he needs to go to the hospital and I am not corrupting your boyfriend, you're hitting your boyfriend, he doesn't deserve that and you know it!" Stan replied raising his voice before pinching the bridge of his nose and groaning in frustration before grabbing out his phone and dialling '911'.

It was an hour before the paramedics finally arrived, Stan was sitting on the floor with Kyle desperately trying to make sure he was still breathing while Cartman stood on the side and Stan noticed he looked worried, was he worried for Kyle? Or that Stan knew that he was hitting him? When the paramedics did arrive they rushed over to Kyle who was still unconscious.

"Get the defibrillator" the large man whispered to the slightly smaller man who then just nodded and run over to the ambulance.

"Wh-what's wrong with him?" Cartman asked his eyes wide, he didn't even look at the paramedic when he asked this he just kept staring straight in front of him, Stan noticed then that Kyle definitely wasn't breathing.

"Oh my god…" He uttered shaking his head before covering his mouth with his hand

"my partner is just going to get the defibrillator I'm going to need you two to remain calm at all times, what's your friends name?" He asked looking up at Stan, Stan cleared his voice trying to keep himself from crying out of fear.

"Kyle" he simply said staring down at Kyle who lay there lifeless and pale. Stan half-hoped that when he said Kyle's name that he would wake up alive and well but it didn't happen. The smaller man then came in with the defibrillator before setting it up beside Kyle, the other man proceeded in taking off Kyle's jacket and taking his t-shirt off, Stan was then hit with the reality that Kyle may not wake up from this, the larger man sparked the defibrillator before uttering something to the skinnier male and who then yelled

"Clear!" Before the larger man shocked Kyle whose chest lifted up before lowering again. Stan lost it dropping to the floor before yelling

"Kyle you have to wake up!" Stan covered his mouth trying to keep himself from crying.

The paramedics were shocking him for over fifteen minutes before Kyle finally woke up catching his breath, Stan felt a sense of relief, he looked at Cartman who had a slight smile spread across his face but didn't say anything that let Kyle or Stan know that he was glad that Kyle was okay, he just stood there smiling.

"Kyle? Can you hear me son?" The skinnier man asked grabbing a flashlight out of his pocket before shining it in both of Kyle's eyes, Kyle just nodded coughing before attempting to sit up.

"Where going to have to bring you to the hospital" the larger man said standing up, Kyle and Cartman both looked at each other before Cartman replied quietly with

"No" still looking at Kyle. Kyle just grunted before looking at Stan, Stan shot an angry glare at Cartman who stood there with his arms crossed.

"Sir, he was legally dead for over an hour and fifteen minutes as far as I can tell, he needs to go to the hospital." The skinnier man interrupted with a slight shake to his voice, Stan could tell this man was afraid of Cartman who just stood there with a determined look on his overweight face.

"He's fine, aren't you Kyle?" Cartman turned to face Kyle with a desperate look printed across his face replacing the determined look. Kyle was still looking at Stan his thin lips parted as he then faced the paramedics and forced himself to smile.

"I'm fine, if I start feeling ill come down to the hospital, thankyou for your help" Kyle replied grabbing onto Stan's unsuspecting arm and proceeding to pull himself up off the ground, when he was up Stan noticed that he didn't let go of Stan's arm. He looked at Kyle but Kyle didn't respond to his look. Instead just staring at the paramedics who were packing up their things and then began walking out the door shutting it behind them.

"Kyle…I think you should've gone to the hospital…" Stan whispered in his pale ears, Kyle just laughed weakly

"Kyle you could've died not to mention the amount of alcohol you must've had to drink…" Kyle just laughed again before shaking his head at Stan, like Stan was stupid. Stan felt anger rising in him as the silence stirred around the three boys who just stood there seemingly motionless. It was Cartman who broke the silence

"Stan?" He simply said not bringing himself to meet Stan in the eyes.

"Get the fuck out before I call the cops you asswhipe, I'm seriously if Kyle wanted your help he would've asked for it…" Cartman said walking over, Stan obliged reluctantly pulling Kyles hand off of his arm and heading for the door shaking his head. He didn't want to leave Kyle but thought that Cartman probably did feel guilty that he nearly killed Kyle and Stan decided that Cartman did love Kyle in a sort of sick fucked up kind of way.

"You have my number Kyle" was all he said before opening and closing the brown door behind him. He sighed with the realisation that not only did he have to deal with the fact his best friend was in an abusive relationship and was either so in love with this fatass or he was just too scared to leave him and he still had to go to school or 'hell' as he knew it as 'hell ' these days. Stan sighed as he felt his phone vibrate in his jacket pocket, he flinched slightly expecting his mom or dad messaging him asking where he was but instead he was meet with a text from Kyle It read:

'Stan! You worry too much!'

Stan rolled his eyes turning around to see Kyle sitting in the window of the lime green house smiling and waving, Stan just rolled his eyes and turned back around before shoving his hands in his pockets and making his way back to his own house. Stan was getting real sick of getting told he worried too much he thought before sneaking back into his house but instead taking a different route grabbing the ladder he hid there for Kyle and then prodding up the ladder unintentionally loudly before finally meeting his room once again,