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Chapter three: Cold Turkey
Tweek snuggled in closer to an extremely warm body. He sighed in content."Craaaaiigg...you snore tooo loud!" his voice was croaky.
"Shut up...go back to sleep.." Craig growled he hated being deprived of sleep. Tweek was helping him study in his other subjects the day before and ended up sleeping over. Craig was a cuddle monster and so, despite the blonde's protest, he demanded Tweek sleep in his bed.
"Craig it's noon," not that Tweek minded. He liked how warm Craig was. How much bigger he was compared to Tweek. How it felt like their bodies were made for each other. Or maybe it was his smell. Craig smelt weird like vanilla and cigarettes. His ebony hair contrasted against his pale skin. Or the fact that Craigifer Reece Tucker has thick eyelashes. Or could it be the fact that Craig looks heavenly with no shirt on? "Come on I need to go! Thanksgiving is tomorrow and I need to go home and prepare!" Tweek forced himself out of bed.
"Aww...shit Tweek...just stay here for thanksgiving, my parents love you!" it was true, Craig's mom was being even more bitchy than usual. That's a sign, she's in love with Tweek. The more she likes the friend the more Craig gets his ass kicked. One time she wanted to show her love for Token so she tried to run Craig over. What a great mom she is.
"Yeah Tweek! You should totally stay!" a cheerful strawberry blonde and her best friend popped their heads in.
"Get. Out. You. Fugly. Bitch." Craig commanded his little sister. He began to wonder if she was a sister. To him she was more like an ugly troll who annoys the crap out of him. She likes all his friends and eavesdrop every chance she gets.
"Ouch! That's mean! Well at least I've got bitches coming to my room tonight," she snickered. Karen shot her a sideways glance.
"Hey! Tweek is all the bitches I need!" Craig teased and flipped her off. Both Tweek and Ruby scoffed at him. Ruby slammed the door and stomped off, Karen's lighter foot steps following after. "Now that the beast is no more...come back to bed I want to sleep,"
"I gotta go home! Pip and Damien are still there," Tweek protested as he looked for his pants. He slept in one of Craig's shorts and his undershirt. "What did you do with my clothes?" Tweek asked frustrated. He would love to stay more but, he needed to go or else he would never want to leave. Not being able to find his clothes wasn't helping either.
"Check behind Stripe's cage," Craig pointed out. Tweek looked behind the old gerbil's cage and found them.
"How did they get back here anyway?" Tweek questioned as he put a leg into one side.
"Why don't you come back for Thanksgiving and bring Pip and Damien along with you?" Craig obviously avoided the question.
"Craig-," Tweek started but, was cut off.
"It's no longer a question it's an order," ok...so it is no joke when a Tucker orders you to do something. Tweek now has to do it.
"You're an asshole, Craig," Tweek scoffed.
"And do I give any fucks?" Craig smirked. Tweek rolled his eyes. He walked towards the door to go to the bathroom in order to change. "You did that last night too...but, why? We're both guys...what are you hiding from me, Tweekers?" Craig smirked. He knew the blonde's head was filled with ways he could avoid the question but, Craig wasn't gonna let him out of this. Tweek blushed deeply. Oh he was gonna have a snowball's chance in hell.
"No-none of your beeswax...now move your hand so I can leave..." Tweek tried but, Craig wouldn't relent.
"Change. Here," Tweek turned around wide eyed. Craig couldn't explain it but, it irked him when Tweek wasn't truthful with him. Craig knew about the pills he had to take, he knew his fears, he knew his friends, parents, what he hated, and what he liked. So what was this one secret that Tweek kept from him.
"It's nothing," Tweek looked down.
"Don't lie," Craig mumbled. "I don't care you have scars dude, let me see.." Craig pleaded and Craig never pleaded. He really wanted to know.
"Ugh...y-you promise not to laugh?" Craig nodded. "Really?" Tweek jutted out his pinky signaling he wanted a pinky promise.
"Tweek," Craig cocked his head to the side. "Just get on with it," the noirette demanded. Tweek sighed moving away from him and turning around, he took his shirt off. Craig stared. There were no scars just creamy skin and a looooonnnnggg back that was covered in seconds with his cardigan. Then his pants. Craig saw nothing. No scars, no bruises.
He only saw two things. Two things to make him smile so wide he put the Cheshire Cat to shame. Tweek had an adorable ass with a birthmark on it and he wore women's underwear. Nothing could stop Craig from laughing now. "You asshole! You promised!" Tweek exclaimed. His face was a deep red.
"Pa-HA-pan-haha! Panda undies!" Craig was on the brink of tears. "You still haven't broken that weird habit?" he remembered when they were kids Tweek would always scream about how the panty gnomes were coming for his panties. How could he have known he was talking about actual women's panties!?
"Panty gnomes are real! Plus they're comfortable...and free..." Tweek couldn't hold back the blush any longer. He silently continued to dress himself. "Wipe that smug look off your face...it pisses me off," Craig rolled out of bed and walked Tweek down stairs to the front door. The Tuckers loved to sleep so, papa Tucker was on the couch sleeping and mama Tucker was probably in the bedroom somewhere.
"It's priceless you should have let me take a picture!" Craig was still laughing.
"Shut up, Craig I hate you," what the blonde said shocked both of them. Tweek was the type of kid who could never hate anyone. Craig felt a certain satisfaction to be the first.
"It doesn't matter...I already know you want to come back anyway.." Craig grinned.
"Hmm...and how do you know that? Can you read minds?" Tweek blushed. Craig laughed at how his facial expression contradicted his words. His grin only grew wider.
"You never stutter with me," Craig whispered into the small boy's ear. It was true. All this time whenever Tweek felt nervous he just needed Craig. He hardly took his medicine or needed it for a matter of fact. He couldn't believe how gutsy he was getting with Craig. They've only known each other for a few weeks but, now Tweek could say anything. Now, Tweek's face was a deep shade of red.
Pip was cleaning the kitchen in preparation of tomorrow.
"Pipsqueak, what are you wearing?" Damien was leaning against the door way. He was watching Pip who was wearing Mrs. Tweek's pink gloves, a Tweek Bros. Apron, and his hair tied up. He looked like a little house wife. How cute.
"Hiyaaa!" Pip squeaked. "Yo-you scared me! Geez!" Pip held his heart. Damien resisted the urge to laugh as he looked at the terrified boy.
"Geez you're too easy..." Damien smirked kissing the boy on the forehead.
"Wh-why do you do that?" Pip inquired holding his forehead. Damien only stared at his blushing face turning a deeper shade under his intense gaze.
"Anyway, I'm starving," Damien sighed. Although he was a demon and could go a long time with out food he still needed to eat.
"Oh! I'll fix that for you!" Pip shot up. He took the gloves off and quickly washed his hands. He then went to work on the lunch and made a simple sandwich for the both of them and some chips.
"Hmm...this is a good ass sandwich, Pip," Damien complemented.
"Thanks. Would you like some water, dear?" Pip didn't even notice the uncontrollable tick in which he calls everyone "dear". Damien only laughed softly and kissed his cheek this time.
"Ah!" Pip's face blew up. "Why?!"
"What are you talking about?" Damien took another bite of his sandwich.
"This!" Pip pointed to his cheek.
"That's called blush. It's when girly guys like you get all embarrassed and their face turns red-," Damien started but was cut off when Pip whacked his stomach.
"That's not what meant! The the k-ki-kiss!" Pip's face grew redder
"Because..." Damien began. The atmosphere grew thick. He has not told Pip the reason why he is back in South Park yet. He opened his mouth to continue but Pip squeaked once again this time clutching Damien's arm for dear life. "Ugh...what the hell, Pip?" Damien groaned. Pip began to climb higher avoiding the ground completely.
"I s-saw it!" Pip exclaimed.
"Calm down tell me what you saw..." Damien tried to calm the terrified British boy down.
"A-a ahh! MOUSE! There! There it is!" Pip squealed clinging tighter to Damien, stepping on his feet.
"Relax! Let me go! I'll get it! Geez..." Damien could already feel the headache coming on. He knew Pip would be too scared to do anything if the mouse was still there so he decided to catch it. However, the damn thing was too fucking fast. "Dammit that's it! I'm naming it speedy Gonzales! Its meant to be," Pip giggled at the demon's rage quit Damien was happy to cheer him up a bit.
"I have an idea.." Pip instructed Damien to lay out some food on the floor to the middle of the kitchen. They both sat on the table, watching and waiting. Once the mouse came into view, he quickly picked the mouse up. He held it up so it was at eye level with the blonde boy. "Afraid of this little thing? It's completely harmless! Look at it!" Damien chuckled.
"It's still scary!" Pip cried out.
"I'm talking to the mouse," he teased. "Anyway, I'll go get rid of this thing," Damien swung it by its tail.
"Do-don't kill it please..." Pip pleaded. He had tears in his eyes, His face was flushed, and his eyebrows turned up in a frightened way. Ok, so to Damien he looked absolutely orgasmic. He wanted to push Pip on that table right then and there. However, that won't help their relationship at all. It didn't mean anything if Pip didn't like him back.
"Geez...I'll let it out then.." Damien huffed. He wanted to torture it. Bummer. After letting outside he decided to stay out and cool off. He almost took Pip. Adorable, angelic Pip. Well, it would be fine anyway seeing that Pip will be his soon. He was shaken out of his thoughts when he saw Tweek walk up to the door. He stays over at Craig's more often now that Damien was there. Most of the time his parents would either be at the coffee shop or at some convention. They were all about coffee so they didn't have time for Tweek. "Um...yo!" the conversation was awkward and distant between them. They never had a proper conversation together.
"Hello...don't mind me," Tweek muttered. Damien noticed Tweek's face was red and it wasn't from the cold. Damien smirked when he heard Tweek ask if they would like to eat Thanksgiving at the Tucker's residency. He knew exactly what was going on.
"Christophe!" the blonde walked around their large apartment. "Their" meaning Christophe and Gregory's apartment. Yes, they now live together. It makes missions easier. Speaking of which Christophe just came back from one today.
"Shut up! I'm taking a shower! Stupid British wanker..." the French boy muttered. He was bloody from mercenary work and he knows how Gregory feels about dirt.
"Hurry up with that shower! We are going to my parents house today," Gregory informed as he entered the bathroom and sat on the toilet seat.
"What! Pourqoui?!" Christophe shouted out from behind the curtain.
"My parents want to meet the friend I've been living with for the past few months!" Gregory emphasized the fact that his parents think he is gay or up to something. He had to put their suspicions to rest.
"Shut up...your parents probably zought you were gay before zis. I mean you shave your fucking legs!" he pointed out. Christophe started to shave his face a bit. His stubble was getting too wild.
"Im a spy! Sometimes I have to dress up as a girl..." Gregory defended.
"But you don' 'ave to be so enthusiastic!" Christophe yelled.
"It's Thanksgiving for godsake!," Gregory fumed.
"Thanksgiving?...isn't it zat holiday where you are zankful for what god gave you? Godsake? Godsake you say?" oh no. Gregory could already feel it. The rage of Christophe. The god hating man.
"Before you get upset it's not like that atall!" Gregory tried to calm him down but it was futile. Christophe stopped the water and stepped out. He was soaking wet, getting water all over the floor. Gregory want to tell at him but, he was stunned. He never seen the Frenchman this naked before.
It was different than he imagined. He had toned muscle like he thought with scars from previous missions, new and old. He was pretty hairy but, not too crazy. Damn, that happy trail. Gregory caught himself staring at it. Mentally fighting himself not to look down lower. Not that he didn't want to. Oh did he want to.
Christophe smirked at the boys blushing face. He wouldn't normally get reactions like this from the Brit so, he felt a deep satisfaction from this face especially. He stood proudly in front of the other in all his naked glory. He stared intimidatingly for a while and then spoke up. "Fine. Let's go."
"Wha? Huh?" Gregory looked up at him confused. He could never tell what he was thinking. The same goes with Christophe sometimes he is just confused by Gregory's strange behavior.
"I'll go if you take on my next mission," Oh, so now he understands. It was all to get Gregory to do his work for
Him. Not trusting his voice Gregory just nodded. "Good.." Christophe sighed. "Oh yeah and my eyes are up here," he smirked, slinging the towel over his shoulder and walked out.
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