I'm Just A Killer For Your Love

Chapter 4 –

By: StalkerDex

(Author's Note: Thank you for reading! Also, if any of you are interested I've started a blog at /stalkerdex. It's just going to contain random thoughts and musings I have…basically follow if you're interested in reading about what I think of things…which is probably no one! I just wanted to let y'all know :P)

Eric pulled his keys out of his pocket and unlocked the front door of his home. Kyle followed behind as they entered the house, which was a bit of a fright. Worse than it had been before Eric left for school. Clearly Liane had been home. Something, however was…off.

"Are you okay?" Kyle asked as he immediately picked up on Cartman's discomfort.

"Something's not right…" he said thoughtfully as he immediately headed for the kitchen. Kyle followed eagerly behind him.

Once they were in the kitchen Cartman located a folded up piece of notebook paper, which he angrily grabbed off of the table. He knew what this meant. He had been mentally preparing himself for this one for quite some time.

His stomach ached as he unfolded the paper. As he read it, his hands were shaking with rage.

"Eric,

Mommy is going to stay with a friend for a while. Daniel broke up with me and you said you wanted me out of the house so I decided to pack up and take off for a while since you're old enough to take care of yourself. I left you some money in your dresser drawer to pay the mortgage and utilities with. I should be home next month, but if I'm not I will send you more money. I love you poopsies. If you need anything just give Mrs. Marsh a call. I told her I will be away and she will be keeping an eye on you!

Love always,

Mommy"

Kyle watched as Eric's face flushed and his entire body started to shake. He hadn't seen him that pissed off in quite some time.

"What is it?" Kyle asked, though keeping his voice hushed as he didn't want to further piss of Cartman.

"My fucking whore of a mom just took off…look at this!" he replied as he shoved the piece of paper into Kyle's face. Kyle slowly raised up his hands and grabbed hold of the paper that had so angered his friend and read the note.

Holy shit. How could Liane do something like that? Sure, Eric was seventeen now, but he'd never taken care of a house for himself. Fuck…he'd never even had a job so he definitely didn't know shit about taking care of bills! What a goddamn selfish bitch she was.

"Cartman…I'm sorry…" he offered as he gently set the note down on the table. Eric had already had himself a seat and was tapping his hand on the table nervously. Kyle felt terrible for him as he watched him bite his lower lip and stare into the distance. He looked so fucking stressed out.

"You know…if you need anything I can help you out. I used to work so I pay my own cell phone bill stuff so I can show you how to pay the bills."

"I know how to pay the bills. I always pay the fucking bills," he retorted.

Kyle looked at him, utter confusion painted across his face.

"What do you mean? Doesn't your mom do that stuff?"

Eric huffed a bit before looking down at his tapping hand, "no. She makes the money but I pay all the bills. I even give her money sometimes."

This confused Kyle even further, "but…you've never had a job? Where do you get money from?"

Eric smirked, "I'm really good at gambling. I've taken money out of her purse and fucking quadrupled it so we can make it."

"What! Where the hell are you gambling?" Kyle asked, his green eyes wide with surprise.

"Online. I just sign up under my mom's information."

Kyle leaned forward onto the table, totally intrigued. He'd never realized Cartman, first of all, had to do anything to make sure they maintained a household and, second of all, had such a useful skill.

"Well…do you ever lose money? I mean…what if you lost a bunch of money? How do you do it?"

Eric was smirking. He enjoyed Kyle's sudden enthusiasm and, for the moment, it was helping ease the tremendous pain of abandonment he was suffering. That goddamn Jew. How did he always manage to make him feel better?

"I don't lose money. I hang around in a room and bet really small amounts until I figure out what everyone's playing style is. Sometimes this takes hours…but once I do I can start betting some real money and clean everyone out. It's pretty simple."

"Wow…that's so fucking cool!" Kyle admitted, leaning back in his chair and shooting Eric a genuinely impressed look.

Cartman felt his belly warm up at the praise. He always craved people's admiration and, especially coming from Kyle, his ego felt as though it were about to explode. He leaned back his chair and rested his elbow on the back of it as he relaxed his face and allowed his regal arrogance to take over.

"So…what about you, Jew? Any hidden talents I don't know about?"

Kyle shuffled himself a bit in the chair as he looked towards the ceiling, "ummm…well…I dunno. I draw pretty good."

"Oh yeah…you have any on you?"

Kyle swallowed hard as he looked Eric over skeptically.

"Are you going to make fun of me if I show you?"

Cartman stared at him as he thought about it. Would he? It was pretty fucking tempting. However, that wouldn't get him what he wanted tonight. No…if he was going to get what he wanted from Kyle he was going to have to kiss his ass all fucking night. Ugh. How exhausting.

"No."

Kyle stared at him some more with that pretty little face of his. Cartman did his best to ignore the almost crushing pull he felt towards him. Perhaps, if he showed this drawing of his, he could scoot his chair a little closer to him? Sometimes it was just enough to be close.

"Well…alright."

"Killer," Eric said as he quickly stood up and brought his chair to the corner of the table, making sure it was intimately close to Kyle. Luckily, his red headed friend didn't seem to take notice as he dug through his backpack for some drawings. By the time he was seated Kyle had dug a small sketch book out of his bag and set it on the kitchen table. He shot Eric one more glance as he held his hand atop it, obviously uncertain as to whether or not this was a good idea.

"Relax Jew…I won't rip on it. Show me."

Kyle bit his lower lip, which caused Eric's stomach to unsettle. Fuck those soft, tempting Jew lips. He was tantalizing him intentionally, he was sure of it.

"Okay…here…" Kyle finally said as he nudged the notebook in front of Eric and leaned back in his seat, not wanting to watch as Eric flipped through the contents.

Cartman opened up the sketchbook, fully expecting everything in it to be horrible. After all, everyone knows Jews can't draw. However, as he gazed at the first drawing, he was surprised. It really was…good.

"Hey…this is Stan…" he said, sounding as though he were caught off guard. Kyle swallowed hard as he looked at Eric's face, realizing that his friend was actually seeming to like the drawing.

"Uh…yeah…yeah that's Stan. I draw a lot of people at school when I'm bored in class…" he explained as he leaned forward a bit to see which one was at the front. He couldn't really remember, as he hadn't admired his own work in quite some time.

"Oh yeah? Do you have one of me then?" Eric asked, wanting his ego to be stroked even further.

"Yeah…here…" Kyle replied as he snatched the notebook and started flipping through the pages. He was biting his fucking bottom lip again, which made Eric feel like his head was spinning with desire. There was something about when he did that that made him go mad with desire, "ah…here it is…" Kyle said as he handed the notebook back, totally oblivious to the intense lust his friend was having for him.

"Uh…oh…okay…" Eric replied, somewhat in a daze as he took the sketchbook from him. As much as he hated it, his heart sort of stopped as he looked down at the drawing. It was him, alright. He was leaning forward on his desk looking bored as all hell and chewing on the eraser of his pencil. That was so very…him. Plus, unlike Stan's picture, it had been colored in.

"Wow…these are good, Kyle…" he said, somewhat captivated.

Kyle had noticed the correct pronunciation of his name and, being caught off guard, looked towards Cartman's face. He was surprised to see that he was genuinely examining the drawing, which delighted him.

"Really? You like them?" he asked, smiling proudly.

"Yeah…why don't you show these to people?" he asked as he looked up and met Kyle's stunning eyes, causing his stomach to reel. Fuck. He wanted him so goddamn badly.

"I dunno…I guess I just never thought they were really all that good. I mean, I've seen better."

Eric smirked at him and sort of shook his head, which made Kyle feel like he had to get on the defensive, "hey now…you said you wouldn't make fun," he reminded.

"I'm not going too, Jew. Jesus…relax."

"Well, then why are you smiling like that?" Kyle insisted, feeling like Eric was up to something.

"Because…you're being modest, that's all. Christ…why do you always think I'm going to do something to hurt you?"

Kyle narrowed his eyes at him, "because you always do do something to hurt me."

Cartman felt his heart sink a bit at that statement. As much as he had invited Kyle over to manipulate him into possibly having sex, he found himself wanting to take the more genuine route.

"Well…really? Do I bother you that much?" Eric asked, a little surprised. He'd always thought that Kyle enjoyed their banter. After all, he did. In fact, most of the time that he was nasty to Kyle it was just for attention and amusement. He didn't harbor the real hate for Kyle that he did for others. In fact, it was quite the opposite. He had a soft, affectionate place in his heart for Kyle; one that he did his best to hide from the world.

Kyle shifted uncomfortably in his chair, still trying to decide whether or not Cartman was being real with him. He was always prepared for some kind of sick manipulation. He always had any ulterior motive. Always.

"Well, yeah. Yeah you bother me. How could you not bother me? You're a dick to me, like, twenty-four seven."

Cartman blinked at him stupidly before speaking slowly, "seriously? I thought you liked arguing with me?"

Kyle's face immediately showed shock and confusion, "what! Why would you think I enjoy arguing with you? Do you?"

Cartman's mouth sort of opened and shut itself as he struggled to find words. He wanted so badly to tell him how he felt but, in all honesty, he was terrified it would alienate him. After all, if the feelings weren't mutual how could they possibly go on as friends?

"Uh…I…" he stammered, his hazel eyes widened at the sudden confrontation. It wasn't too often Eric Cartman was speechless, and Kyle found himself experiencing a mixture of shock, disbelief, disgust and curiosity all at once.

"You do? You enjoy arguing with me? Why? What the Hell could you possibly find enjoyable about it?" Kyle demanded, leaning forward a bit, which caused Eric to dig his heels into the floor and push his chair backwards, gaining some distance between he and Kyle. This wasn't at all how he wanted their evening to go. This was getting dangerously close to having to actually talk about their relationship, which was something he knew he wasn't capable of.

"Look Kahl…just leave it alone, okay?" Eric demanded, once again picking up his strange accent.

Kyle always knew Eric was going into full-on-jackass mode when he talked like that, which caused him to stand up out of his seat and walk over to Eric.

"No…tell me…what possible enjoyment do you get out of tormenting me? Are you really that fucking sick?"

"What? No…Jesus…knock it off!" Eric demanded, leaning back into his seat.

"Then what is it!" Kyle shouted, causing Eric to toss his hands up in front of his face. He seemed like he was actually afraid of Kyle, which further perplexed the Jewish boy. Why the fuck was he acting so weird?

"What's going on with you?" Kyle asked, folding his arms across his chest and looking down towards Eric curiously.

"Nothing…just leave it alone, Kahl. I'm warning you…leave it alone."

"Leave what alone?" Kyle asked as he unfolded his arms and threw his hands into the air with exasperation.

"GODDAMNIT KYLE STOP IT!" Eric hollered as he finally stood up, the chair loudly pushing further behind him as he did so.

"No! I want you to tell me! All of these years you and I have done nothing but fight and bully each other and I want to know why!" Kyle insisted, stepping into Eric's face.

Cartman stared him down for what felt like an eternity before speaking angrily, "Because…because…" he continued to stare, shaking as he seemed like he were going to have a massive meltdown, "because this!" he finally hollered as he grabbed onto the back of Kyle's neck and pressed his lips firmly against his, startling the red-headed boy.

At first, Kyle's emerald eyes were wide with surprise, however after he realized what was happening he fluttered them shut and allowed it to happen. Eric felt an odd combination of relief and further frustration washing over him as his body began to heat up. The feel of Kyle's soft lips against his was even more intoxicating than he'd ever imagined, and the sensation of his petite, warm body against his was even more exhilarating. He wanted to have every last inch of his body as fast as he possibly could.

He considered stopping the kiss and running away, however, he was stopped by Kyle's hands forcefully grabbing the back of his neck as he opened his mouth and slid his tongue into Eric's mouth, moaning as he did so. Cartman's entire body felt hot as he Kyle shoved him into the wall of his kitchen and started to wildly make out with him, seeming almost as eager and repressed as he felt himself. Perhaps the Jew had been burying feelings for him as well?

They continued to make out, uncontrollable and heated passion between the two of them before Eric decided to try and take things a little further. He trailed his hands down Kyle's thin back and slid his hands down the back of his pants just enough to squeeze that perky little ass of his. Much to his surprise Kyle let out a pleasurable gasp, pulling his face back and smiling at him. They stayed this way for a moment, looking each other over and trying to figure the other out. Kyle finally let out a small laugh before running his hand through his hair.

"It all makes sense now…" he said, his beautiful face glowing.

"What?" Eric asked, still a little out of breath.

"Why you're so mean to me. You just wanted my attention…all these years and you just wanted my attention."

Cartman swallowed, not really wanting to admit it. However, at the moment, he found himself helpless under Kyle's Jew spell.

"Yeah…I wanted your attention," he sighed, his hand still gripping Kyle's ass, unwilling to let him go for even a second.

"Well…" Kyle said as he leaned in seductively, "…you have it."

Eric felt his heart start to beat rapidly as Kyle placed his lips against his once more. That was all he could take; he quickly grabbed onto Kyle's ass with both hands and lifted him up. Kyle immediately wrapped his legs around Cartman's thick body as he walked into the living room and dropped Kyle onto the couch.

Kyle was all smiles as Eric unzipped his jacket and removed it, then proceeded to take off his shirt. Kyle responded by doing the same. Once their shirts were off Eric laid on top of Kyle and started kissing his neck, trailing down his stomach until he found himself just beneath his belly button. Kyle's breathing had started to become fast and irregular, indicating his excitement.

Eric was pleased as he unzipped Kyle's pants and pulled them off, eager to finally have a taste of him. He was a little nervous, he had to admit, as he lowered his head between Kyle's thighs and started to pleasure him. Luckily, he was welcomed with plenty of throaty moans and sighs as Kyle pushed his hips gently up and down in sync with Eric's movements.

Kyle was in sheer ecstasy and, much to Eric's pleasure, he neared his climax rather quickly.

"I'm gonna cum…" Kyle whined as he started to move his legs from the tension. Eric quickened his pace, starting to break a sweat as he listened to Kyle start to yell out in pleasure, his entire body shaking violently as Eric's mouth was filled with his warmth.

He quickly swallowed it and looked up towards his partner, happy to see that he was covered in a thin layer of sweat and smiling with satisfaction. At least he didn't seem like he was going to regret this, which was the first time Eric had ever experience such.

"Okay…you're turn…" Kyle whispered, totally out of breath.

Eric felt his stomach start to ache as Kyle grabbed his hand and pulled him up onto the couch. Eric fully expected Kyle to lower his head between his thighs, but was surprised by him straddling him instead. He watched curiously as Kyle spit into his hand and started to give him an old fashioned. It felt phenomenal, so he closed his eyes and allowed it to happen. However, after just a few seconds he was surprised to feel Kyle shifting himself. He opened his eyes up again, watching as Kyle moved himself forward.

Kyle leaned in close, resting his torso on top of Cartman's as he planted an affectionate kiss on his lips.

"Are you going to let me inside you?" Cartman asked, totally caught off guard. He'd never thought in a million years Kyle would actually let him have sex with him.

"Do you want to be inside me?" Kyle asked, smiling seductively at him.

Eric nodded, unable to actually speak as he was so taken by his life long friend. Kyle smirked at him before lowering himself and allowing Eric in. Cartman rolled his eyes into the back of his head before closing them and starting to breath erratically. Kyle, though finding himself in a bit of pain, was thoroughly enjoying the look of pleasure he was painting on Eric's face.

Cartman put his hand to Kyle's cheek and kissed him passionately as he moved rhythmically inside of him, both of them moaning here and there. It wasn't much longer than it had been for Kyle before he started to climax. He didn't warn Kyle as he'd done for him, he simply grabbed a handful of Kyle's thick hair and broke their kiss, shuddering and biting his lip as Kyle watched his muscles tense and listened to a few strained whimpers escaping him.

"Fuck!" he finally gasped as Kyle felt him cum.

They stayed this way for several seconds before Kyle moved upwards, releasing Cartman.

"Damn…I'm fucking tired now…" Kyle admitted as he halfway laid atop Cartman and nuzzled his face into the nape of his neck.

Cartman, still breathing heavily, nodded in agreement. There were no further words exchanged before the peacefully fell asleep together, nothing in the world able to ruin this blissful moment for the both of them.