Cartmans POV –
I walked through the halls head hung, staring at my feet as I lost myself in ponderings.
You're so fucking stupid Eric, you had him, you said all you've felt over these menacing years. You fucking let it out and then you had to go and be a fucking stubborn, arrogant piece of shit! If it keeps up like this fatboy you'll lose the only person you've ever cared about other than yourself. He won't stick around forever, he'll move on find someone who loves him unconditionally then they'll marry and have a family. Your fucked up, brand of admiration won't always be enough. He needs stability. But as usual, you're too self-conceited to admit defeat or confess you enjoyed all those sordid things the Jew did to you. You're a whore Eric Cartman and being treating like one gets you off…. Wait I'm speaking falsities again. Kyle treating you like your whore gets you off and will eternally be your one and only quirk. You'll never find another person who makes you a passionate, conniving, lying, cheating, depraved lunatic. He brings out the worst in us, yes, but what if when we're at our worst it's what's best?
"Dude….. are you ok?" A familiar voice sounded behind me. I turned as a hand placed upon my shoulder. "Kenny!" I chirped seeing my childhood acquaintance.
"It seemed you were lost in your mind." Kenny spoke. I nodded.
"Yeah dude, I got problems….." I trailed off. I smirked.
"Perhaps, you could hear my issues and help me…. I need the expert advice of a whore." I announced. Kenny winked.
"Whore by name, whore by nature." He purred. I laughed. "So what do you need to get off your tits." He asked.
I motioned for Kenny to follow as we slipped into an empty room.
"Are you gonna fuck me in here?" Kenny quizzed. I rolled my eyes as I stumbled around searching for the light switch. I flicked on the light and stared at the blondes blue eyes which were affixed to my dark, trouble gaze.
"Kenny….. I can trust you so I'm going to let you in on a secret and hope you can assist me with it." I rattled off. Kenny nodded.
"Sure….shoot." He said coolly. I smiled.
"Now….. I'm not in love. No love isn't how I'd describe this… I'm, I'm… oh fuck me. Kenny… I'm in deep, mind impregnating, heart racing….. hate with Kyle." I stated.
Kennys calm expression began to alter. The corners of his mouth curling up, his eyes widening. He began to….. laugh. What the fuck… he was laughing at me. I crossed my arms and adapted my Cartman's not happy stance. Kenny leaned on a nearby lab bench pressing his face against it stifling his roars of laughter. He suddenly stopped and stared back toward me, his expression now stern, strong as if he could dominate me at any second. I glared toward the blonde as he slowly walked toward me. He grabbed a handful of my hair our faces close together.
"My advice….. be tactful. If it's hate the pair of you sick fucks thrive off, don't indulge yourself, thus not indulging him." Kenny snapped.
"See out proximity, this is good. It's inviting, it's sensual. It's you dominating the moment. You've got a hold on his busy red hair, your lips almost touching, your breath warm against his pale flesh. You long for the kiss, make him yearn for it. Make his fires sizzle until he can no longer stand the burning within him and he leans in taking the kiss from you." Kenny stated. Still standing close to me, holding my hair.
"You can feel it can't you…. Right now. Something perverted inside you telling you to come and get it. Right fatass…. So moving on. Next step. Kyle has just engaged you in a rough, violent yet steamy lip lock. You quickly pull away from him, not kissing back. He will probably bitch about this, but who cares. You take your free hand and take a firm hold of his cock, through his pants of course." Kenny explained reaching down and grabbing hold of my dick. I let out a soft whimper as I wasn't expecting that kind of physical contact, although I probably should've. Kenny grinned.
"Someone's a big boy." He chirped. I glared.
"He's not a chew toy for you slut, he wants to penetrate Kyle and soon…. I don't think dark memories and my imagination will do it much longer. After he was inside me, I just want to fucking know how it feels to be firmly planted inside him." I growled. Kenny laughed.
"What the fuck dude, Kyle fucked you?" He asked. I bobbed my head.
"Well fucked, raped it's a fine line…." I nervously rambled. Kenny shook his head.
"If you two have fucked, why is this so hard for you?" He inquired. I smirked.
"It's a battle… a neverending battle for power. For control. For dominance. Neither of us are prepared to give in Kenny….. so continue with the part where I use his manhood as a leash." I ordered. Kenny sighed.
"So you've got a hold of him….. he's just tried to kiss you. Say something spiteful, bitter, cold….. something to rile him up. You should feel him slowly begin to grow in your hand. Once he's fully erect laugh and say it's small and you didn't like what he did to you, tell him you could hardly feel it and if you came while he was riding your ass; claim you faked every moan and should get an Oscar for how you faked your orgasm. Make it up as you go, you've always been good at that."
"Then if he's still hard, lead him toward a table or bench. Hold his dick roughly and drag him if you gotta. Bend him over and lean over him, your body pressed against his your hands on his hips. Whisper disgusting shit in his ear, nibble the lobe. You broke him down before, now slowly build him up. Show the world he's like putty in your paws. Lift his shirt of peel it off, trace a finger down his spine causing him to shiver with the anticipation or what you'll do next. Then a little annilingus and Kyle should be moaning and screaming like a whore, begging you for your dick. Oh Cartman, fuck me. Put it in you fucking beast. I want it, I need it. Fuck me! Fuck Me! Fucking Fuck me fatass!" Kenny finished explaining, mocking Kyles voice pretty convincingly causing me to crack half a hardon. I smiled as Kenny still clutched my hips, his body in close to mine, his boner poking into my ass.
"Down boy." I said cheekily slipping from his grip and standing to full height again. Kenny frowned.
"Are you sure you don't need more pointers, I'm happy to show you everything." Kenny chirped winking at me. I nodded.
"No everything should be fine now, except." I mumbled my mind setting upon one major issue.
"Except what Eric, you don't know how to enter him; bend over and I'll show you." Kenny said. I scoffed.
"Now you're being pathetic. I know what to do…. It's just Kyle carries a blade everywhere. If I grab his dick and try to lead him around by it, I'll probably lose a fucking hand." I explained. Kenny laughed.
"That's what the kiss is gaging, if he comes in to taste the sweet sin of your lips you got him, he wont pull a blade if he wants to play." Kenny chuckled. I nodded.
"Sweet thanks Kenny, I might go test this. Cya bud." I purred turned and running from the room. I found Kyle and grabbed his arm, dragging him away to somewhere private. It was now of never, time to make the unholy Jew whore all mine forever in loathing, til one of us murders the other.
Kyle's POV –
Cartman had dragged me to somewhere I'd never been before. Somewhere quiet, almost like a tranquil retreat within the walls of our school. The sound of bird chirping filled our surroundings. Cartman glared at me as he slowly approached, his expression resolved and stony. He reached up ripping off my ushanka hurling it across the room. He grabbed a large amount of my hair, pulling it viciously. I growled.
"That fucking hurt you tub of lard." I snarled. Cartman laughed as he slowly leaned his face closer to mine.
"We can't keep living like this Kyle, you were right on that fateful night where you'd thought you'd broken me. It has to stop… and stop here it shall." He explained his sweet breath causing goosepimples to raise on my fleshand my body to quiver. His lips then gently brushed mine. Oh fuck, my knees felt weak. This wasn't me. What kind of game was Cartman playing.
"C'mon Kyle, open up to me, let me in." Cartman begged, his words vibrating against my lips.
"I fucking hate you Cartman." I snapped. Cartman poked out his tongue teasingly tracing it over my lips.
"I hate you to and I really mean that." He whispered.
"No…. I fucking hate you." I screamed at the top of my lungs, trying to break myself from the trance I'd slipped into. I don't know what Cartman was doing but I wanted to kiss him.
"I know, hate is great isn't it. It's something to feel inside your soul. It makes us do fucked up shit. Hate is the strongest emotion Kyle….. if you hate me so bad. Let me in and I can prove I'm worth your energy." He pleaded. I stared into those hazel eyes, the green wasn't showing too potent. He was being honest.
When Cartman had confessed he loved me he was lying, but now sharing his feelings once more only calling them hate was honest. Cartman was in hate with me as was I with him. W'ed never be happy; although it seemed shame, anger and disgust was both the closest thing to happy we'd ever know. I stood on my tip toes raising myself to Cartmans lips. He backed away placing his hand down on my dick and squeezing.
"I got you know Kyle, you're exactly where I want you. Just as I promised you'd inevitably end up you filthy fucking Jew." Cartman growled.
I didn't struggle, I didn't fret. All I remember was losing myself to the moment, the violence, the pain. His touch I'd awaited too fucking long. Cartman had cast a spell on me and I didn't want to fight it. I wanted him to bring the agony, I needed him to tear every section of my mind, body and soul apart until I was stripped bear,beaten, bruised and broken beyond repair. I was most of all curious what he would do next. Cartman had finally won me over, I was his without a struggle. Now he had to prove he was worth the years spent torturing each other back and forth.
"Cartman… violate me…. Fuck me…. I'm your monster break me down until I'm nothing." I ordered. I felt there was pain coming, in abundance for me. I smiled as my mind race over what might happen to me. I wanted it to almost kill me and he was strong enough to do so. I needed to feel after being empty for so long. I needed the vile fun. I was going to enjoy this and nothing could ever ruin that for me.