I don't own South Park - it's owned by the very talented Trey Parker and Matt Stone.

Everybody Loves Cartman

by cell12

Chapter 02

Butters lead Stan and Kyle upstairs to his room. it was considerably different to when they had last seen it. For one thing it was slightly messy, nothing like their rooms but still a big change from the way it had been before. The second thing they noticed was that Butters actually had a computer in his room. His dad would never have allowed that, given how insanely strict he was at controlling his son's life.

"You guessed right Kyle," Butters said quietly - once they had all sat down, "my dad used to come into my room and do things to me."

"He used to have sex with you?" Stan asked, rather crudely.

Butters nodded yes, ashamed and not wanting to answer aloud.

"For how long?" Kyle asked more gently.

"A couple of years," Butters replied.

"And you didn't say anything," Stan questioned, "ask for help or report him?"

"I was too scared," Butters answered, "and you know how he was. He treated me so bad all the time."

"There's more isn't there Butters," Kyle pressed.

"I started to like it," Butters looked at Stan and Kyle, daring them to say anything, "not him, not what he was doing to me - the sex. I enjoyed it when," Butters voice trailed off.

"When he fucked you," Stan finished for him.

Butters nodded, "I used to close my eyes and pretend it was someone else, anyone else. I used to imagine that I had a boyfriend who loved me and took care of me."

"So what happened?" Kyle asked.

"One day my mom came home early and caught us," Butters answered, "my dad begged her not to call the police and he had me so well trained that I even begged her not to as well."

"She didn't call the police?" Stan asked, slightly incredulous.

"She had her reasons," Butters looked away.

Kyle understood, "Stan, in a small town like South Park everybody knows everyone s business. Life would have been unbearable for both her and Butters. Add to that the unpleasant medical examinations he would have had to endure, not to mention giving evidence in court. The defence lawyer would have torn him apart."

Stan nodded, finally understanding.

"So your dad left," Kyle said.

"He went to live in Florida with his brother," Butters informed them.

"Is that the uncle who did stuff to you when you were younger?" Stan asked.

Butters nodded again, "It turns out that they were both molestered when they were kids."

"That's no excuse to do the same to you," Stan muttered.

"My mom said that they both had to get professional help or she wouldn't hesitate to report them," Butters was trembling slightly as he spoke - visibly upset, "he has to pay her alimony and put money into a college account for me every month."

"And you've not had sex with anyone since then," Kyle concluded.

Butters shook his head, "I'm sorry, I don't know anyone else who's gay."

"Who was your pretend boyfriend, the guy you imagined was with you rather than your dad?" Stan asked, not realising how intrusive the question was.

Butters looked downwards, "I can't say. It wouldn't really be fair to him, since he does so much for me anyways."

"You like Cartman," Stan blurted out the name without thinking.

"Oh hamburgers," Butters started to panic, "you won't tell him, will you fellas. I mean, he's not like us."

"You're right," Kyle commented, "he's got one hundred pounds on us any day."

Stan sniggered at Kyle's catty remark.

"Don't be mean to Eric," Butters snapped - glaring fiercely at Kyle, "he's a good friend, he just doesn't have very good people skills is all."

"Don't worry Butters," Stan told the small blonde, "we won't say anything to Cartman."

"Of course we won't," Kyle agreed, "but if you really like him you should consider telling him yourself."

Butters shook his head, "You know that I can't do that."

There were a few moments of awkward silence, while the three boys returned downstairs and it wasn't until Butters was seeing them out before he spoke again.

"Y'know fellas, maybe you should speak to Kenny about your problem. He seems to know everything about that sort of thing."

Kyle and Stan couldn't help but discuss Butters' suggestion as the left his house.

"Kenny does know a lot about sex," Stan said.

"Even though most of it's about girls," Kyle replied.

"But he is really cute for a guy," Stan mused. Noticing Kyle's reaction to his comment he continued, "I'm just thinking that maybe some gay guys have asked him out or something."

"Maybe," Kyle conceded, still not letting Stan off the hook, "either way it's still worth asking him. Other than Cartman's mom, no-one knows more about sex than him."

Stan grinned, "He should still be asleep in bed."

Both boys knew that Kenny spent every Friday night out partying and hooking up with the lady s. Most Saturdays he slept in until well past midday.

Kyle glanced at his watch, "Still a couple of hours until he's waking up."

"We should go home for lunch, then meet up at around one thirty," Stan suggested.

Kyle nodded, leaned towards his boyfriend and kissed him. Even a simple kiss seemed awkward now between them, "Why does it have to be this complicated?" Kyle complained. "Why couldn't things have been right between us?"

Stan put a supportive arm over Kyle's shoulders, "It will all work out," he said, "you'll see - we'll find a hunky guy to be with. This may have happened for a reason, we might end up even happier than you can imagine."

Stan and Kyle split up as they headed off to their respective homes. Kyle to a nice meal with his family, usually accompanied by a lecture from his mother. Stan also had a good meal, his came with a side-dish of drunken ramblings from his hung-over dad. At least Stan wasn't getting kicked under the table, like he used to before Shelley left for college.

Authors Notes: I've got up to chapter eight of this story already written, just waiting to be typed up. Hopefully I'll be able to update quickly.

A couple of the spelling mistakes in this chapter are deliberate, they are based on how Butters speaks.