I just realized the word error in the previous chapter. Note that I read it a few times and didn't catch on. It was the part where Kyle is thinking Stan is hot to look at. I had to take my laptop to get repaired... again... so I'm using my mom's laptop.

"Yes..." Kyle finally admitted.

"Oh my-" Stan said, stunned.

"Stan, you don't understand. Cartman's in love with me and... and I love him."

"Kyle, you have no idea what you're saying!"

"Yes I do, Stan."

Kyle adjusted himself and looked at his best friend, "Yes I do. It's not too weird, really, just unpredictable. A Jew with Hitler's reincarnate, who'd believe it? Just don't tell anyone, 'kay." Stan leaned up and watched Kyle put his shirt back on, "So he was the one who did that to you?" Kyle nodded, he touched his chest, "To mark that I am his." Kyle's behavior made Stan look at him weird, "Kyle, what's going on with you? You're not 'his' anything."

Kyle sighed and waited for Stan to stand up. He opened his door, "Just butt out of my relationship, Stan, and you'll get your rewards in due time. Remember you promised to keep this a secret, everything that was said and done here." Stan grumbled inaudibly and stopped at the door, "Fine, but we'll see how long this lasts. Somewhere in there is my best friend who would rather die than to be someone's property."

After closing the door, Kyle bit on his lip and thought about Stan's words. He was right, in any other case, even against Eric, Kyle would go down fighting than to be 'owned' by anyone. But this was different, Kyle wished he could put his finger on what made this time special. Could it be that he had fallen for Eric before and knew exactly how he'd be treated but submitted anyway? Kyle decided that what he needed was a vacation away from everyone. A few days to himself to clear his mind and remember how peaceful his life once was. Only problem is he didn't know where to go. He thought of Denver and looked in his wallet for how much money he had, "So glad I saved my allowance from the past few weeks. $200 should be enough." He went to his computer, bought a train ticket to Denver, and packed a few things; including the sex toy.

With his suit case, he went to the kitchen. Kyle assumed that he should still take some food anyway. After packing up a few sandwiches and drinks, he scribbled a note and left it on the table. He left without saying bye to anyone. He knew people would stop him and make a mountain out of an ant hill, so no bye was better than giving one. It wasn't like he was going to kill himself or something, just needed a few days alone.

On the train, Kyle looked at his phone: three texts from Eric and one from Stan; all wondering where he was and Eric, of course, threatening if he doesn't come back, he'll find him and drag him back. Kyle figured he'd answer the messages later and watched the scenery as the train went by. Then his phone rung. Kyle didn't look at the caller ID when he answered it.

"Hello?"

"Dammit Jew, why didn't you respond to my messages?!"

Obviously Eric...

"Was I supposed to?"

"Yes! Where are you? Why aren't you home?"

"How do you know I'm not home?"

"Because I'm peeking into your window."

"What?" Kyle's tone was flat, "Dude, don't do that."

"Then where are you?"

"I'm on a little vacation for a few days. I just need some time alone, 'kay?"

"Are you okay?" Eric sounded sincerely concerned.

"I'm okay. I'm just need time to myself. I'll be gone for a couple of days, I promise."

"I love you, Kyle."

Kyle was silent. He wasn't used to Eric being in love with him or even hearing those words from anyone - especially him.

"Kyle?"

"I love you too, Eric." He seriously meant it.

The train stopped at Denver when Kyle got off the phone. It took him some time to find a motel that would take him. When his search was over, he locked himself in, took off his ushanka and coat, and plopped on the bed. How nice it was that he expected no one; unaware that Eric was tracking his location. He looked at the ceiling, "What's to think over? I've been in love with a sociopath since I was 9 years old and vice versa I guess.. I know he's trying really hard to change and I'm happy he's doing that for me, so what? Oh yeah, Stan. People thought we were a couple since we were even younger. I do love Stan but not like that. Oh my gawd, why did I almost sleep with him!? He is hot... emo jock hot. Eric is arousing - I'm attracted to everything about him even the parts I hate the most. I guess he can still hate Jews and still be in love with one - right? Isn't this the second time I've had this conversation with myself?"

"Kyyyyyyyle. Kyyyyyyyyle. Kyyyyyyyyle."

"The fuck?" Kyle said as he got up from the bed.

"Go to the mirror, Kyle."

Kyle shrugged and looked in the mirror. His reflection looked back at him, "Hello Kyle."

"What the fuck? Was I drugged again?"

"No, but you are hallucinating." His reflection answered.

"I'm going to bed." Kyle declared as he turned around.

"Kyle, wait, we need to talk." His reflected plead.

"I'm not going to have an conversation with my reflection." Kyle mumbled as he lied down.

"Oh come on, Kyle! Aren't you interested in what I have to say a little?"

"No." Kyle grumbled

Kyle slept for a little while. When he awoke, it was mid day and he got hungry. After eating a sandwich, he channel surfed. Completely zoned into that, unaware that the space beside him sunk. Warm breath on his neck that traveled to his ear.

"Hello Kyle."

Kyle jumped and fell off the bed. He looked up, "Eric?"

Eric laughed, "Think I wouldn't find you?"

Kyle climbed back on the bed, "How did you find me? How did you get in here? How did you-"

Eric kissed Kyle hard, shutting him up from asking more questions. Kyle grabbed onto Eric and straddled on him. Kissing more, Eric was able to over power him and get on top. Stopped kissing just to take off their shirts. Resuming kissing more only for Eric to kiss down Kyle's neck. His fingers pressed into Kyle's skin, his left thumb kneaded Kyle's right nipple. Kyle leaned his head back as Eric kissed and sucked on Kyle's lower neck and collar bone. Eric's hands travel further down. They kiss again, kissing deeper, their tongues curled together, as Eric unbuttoned Kyle's pants. Kyle heard his zipper get pulled down and felt Eric's hand go into his boxers. He lifted his hips a bit in response.

Eric could sense Kyle's enthusiasm, he clenched against Kyle's cock and rubbed on it; toying with it to make Kyle feel good. Kyle broke free from the kiss, he hissed, "Let me."

"Let me do what?" Eric smirked and talked in his manipulative tone, "You want to please me, Kyle? Fuck me perhaps?"

Kyle narrowed his eyes, "Don't do that. Just get on your back."

"Ever thought of 69-ing?" Eric suggested.

Kyle looked at Eric, "You mean where we... you know?"

Eric rolled his eyes, "You want to or not? We'll lay on our sides if it'll make you feel better."

Gurrr, the website fell and I lost everything after this part. It's okay, that's what the next chapter is for - ja?