Disclaimer: I do not own, as if I would own something like South Park. Shudder It's to twisted for my imagination... but that doesn't mean I don't have fun playing with it. :D

Summary: Dumped by his girlfriend for her sixty year old professor Kyle returns to South Park to watch his best friend marry. There he meets said professors son and finds out that maybe being dumped for an old fart was not the worst thing to ever happen to him, but the best. Kyle/Christophe

Author Notes: Well I got my favorite kind of review for this fic, the anonymous 'this fic is crap' review. If any of my readers is going to leave one of these notes please tell the author why the fic isn't any good. Or at least log in so the Author can ask. It's cowardly not to.

On a more positive note;

WOOO! Chapter two! :D There is a clumsy scene at the end of the chapter. The chapter is more of a filler than anything else. I'm not too confident with writing sex, suggestions would have been great.

Also if you're not already reading it check out Le Jeu Adulte, chapter six is up and kicking butt.

If you'd like to check out some of my original pieces and such I have created a new DA account. You can find me under Paint-Project.

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Me-Ladie

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Part Two

"Oi, shithead," The familiar voice shouted. "Stop fagging around and come over here."

Kyle glared, god he hated Cartman. Even now he had a pole shoved so far up his ass his head was an odd shape. He knew Stan had probably told Cartman what had happened, though Kyle couldn't be angry at him. It was 'Stan's Big Day.'

Kyle preferred to refer to it as 'Stan's Pile of Bullshit.'

Yes Stan was his best friend, but Kyle knew that sooner or later Wendy would throw and tantrum and they'd get divorced for a week and bitch about each other for a few months before getting back together again. It was a continuous cycle, and Kyle was sick of his 'friends'.

"You should stop looking so miserable," a familiar French voice whispered in his ear.

"It would be easier if a French stalker wasn't whispering in my ear," Kyle growled. "You are so…"

"Charming?" Christophe offered. "Sexy? Gorgeous? Irresistible?"

"Annoying," Kyle rejected. "Callous, sarcastic, clingy."

"Clingy?" Christophe raised an eyebrow. "I am clingy?"

"Yes."

"You couldn't zink of anyzing better zan clingy?" Christophe said loudly.

"I don't think that you really deserve anything better than clingy," Kyle smirked.

"You're a little shit 'ead Kyle," Christophe scowled. "I 'ave 'ad to put up wiz all of Christina's bitching about you and now I have to listen to all your crap."

"Who's making you listen to my crap?" Kyle began, glaring at the taller man. "I know I'd just prefer you to walk away. Go on, bye bye."

"Why are you being so difficult?" Christophe growled.

"I'm not here to make your like easy," Kyle shrugged.

"I'm trying to be your friend," Christophe said, sighing. "I just don't see why I 'ave to put up wiz zis."

"Then don't," Kyle said, turning and walking away.

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"So Kyle," Cartman asked sweetly. "How's masturbation going for you?"

"Fine," Kyle rolled his eyes.

"You can't find anyone to tug it for you?" Cartman laughed. "Eh? Kenny?"

Kenny looked at Kyle and shook his head.

"How long are you going to put up with this shit?" Kenny asked his miserable friend.

"Until he gets bored and forgets about it," Kyle muttered.

"That may take a while."

"Yep."

"And you're willing to put up with it?"

"Yep."

"Okay then," Kenny shrugged. "It's your funeral."

"Don't you mean it's Stan's wedding?"

"Oh ha ha," Kenny smiled. "So who's that guy?"

"What Guy?" Kyle looked up.

"The guy in the suit," Kenny pointed to Christophe. "The one who keeps looking at you."

"I have my very own stalker," Kyle said sarcastically. "Do you want him?"

"Not particually," Kenny shrugged. "Go ask him to dance."

"What?" Kyle jumped. "No!"

"Go on," Kenny grinned. "Live a little!"

"Absolutely not."

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"You've been harassing me all night," Kyle sulked as the larger man pulled him into the bathroom. "What do you want?"

"You," Christophe hissed, claiming Kyle's mouth with his own.

"Mmmph," Kyle said, trying to struggle.

Christophe was an intoxicating mix of wine and tobacco. Kyle couldn't help but respond to the feverish kiss. He closed his eyes and let everything that was Christophe overwhelm him.

"Come 'ome wiz me?" Christophe whispered, kissing Kyle's collar bone.

"Uh…" Kyle whimpered, he had never felt so aroused. "I-"

"Just say yes," Christophe purred. "Just one little yes."

Christophe pulled at Kyle's neatly tucked shirt until it spilled out over his pants. He snaked his hands beneath it till they found Kyle's soft flesh. He gently bit Kyle's ear as he caressed his slender waist. Kyle found himself unable to move or breath, his head was spinning so fast. He didn't know if it was the man or the alcohol.

"Please?" Christophe purred, smiling devilishly. "I will make it a night you won't forget."

"Uh?" Kyle squeaked, his voice trembling. "Yes?"

Then Christophe swooped down for another kiss, this time Kyle responded eagerly. Christophe's hands were everywhere at once; Kyle could feel the larger mans arousal pressing against his stomach. Tentively Kyle let his hands drift beneath Christophe's shirt, smiling when Christophe began to moan.

"Shall we take this elsewhere then?" Kyle smirked, gently biting Chsristophe's bottom lip.

"Definitely."

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Me-Ladie