Kyle was running a bit late for lunch. He found his friends sitting at a table, a free chair was between Stan and Eric - he assumed Eric meant that to happen as some sort of test of loyalty or something strange like that. They were laughing about something while Kyle sat down, "Hey guys, what's funny?" Stan glared at Eric. "He's ripping on Wendy again, fucking douche." Kyle sighed. he rather stay out of it. Kenny, Clyde, and Token were laughing as Eric went on and Stan kept fighting him. Kyle was annoyed, "Oh my gawd, Eric stop being an asshole and Stan, accept the fact that Wendy is a hippie bitch!" Eric smiled, eyeing Kyle like a delicious piece of meat. Stan eyed Kyle too, negatively, "Shut up, Kyle." Kyle went silent, Eric looked pissed, how dare someone boss around his property, "Why don't you shut up, Stan, or even better, that woman of your's!? My gawd, does she have to protest every damn thing!?" "Guys is this really necessary? We're almost 18 years old and you two are fighting like 10 year olds." Kyle asked, glancing at Eric for any sort of approval. Eric smiled in a way that told Kyle he was alright. Stan was quick to pick up on the weird thing between Eric and Kyle, probably because of his own obsessions with him.
For a few days, Stan kept an eye on Eric and Kyle when they were together at school. He was highly suspicious of the connection between the two, and considering he had foot ball practice every day after school, he could't keep an eye on them as much as he wanted so he never knew that Kyle was going to Eric's house every day; just that Kyle was always taking Eric to school. Kyle would rip on Eric when he was with them, but he noticed that it was only in his presence, it burned him up inside to find out why. Once when Stan wanted to hang out with Kyle at the mall, Eric was there too, he wasn't thrilled but since he did consider Eric a friend, he let it slide. By the third day, Thursday, Stan decided to skip practice and follow Kyle's car. He saw it park into Eric's drive way. Because the back windows were nearly illegally tinted dark, he didn't see them kiss. Just them leave the car and go inside after just being in the car. When it had gotten dark and Stan felt he wasted a day, he went home. He looked for Kyle's number on his phone and called it.
"Yes?"
"Kyle? Where are you?"
"Home, why?"
"Because I saw you go into Cartman's house hours ago and not leave."
"Oh?"
"Oh? Oh?! What do you mean oh?"
"Well listen Stan, I am living with Cartman now."
"You're doing what?!"
"I'm sorry Stan, I gotta go."
Kyle hung up. Eric looked at him, "What was that about?" Kyle sighed as he put his phone in his side pocket, "Was it wrong of me to tell him that I'm living with you, Master?" "Maybe too soon. Now he's going to get extra bitchy and demand answers out of you. Say you spent all your inheritance or something and living with me because I live closest to you." Eric suggested. Kyle exhaled, "Alright."
Stan gripped his phone tightly, "Son of a bitch... why the hell is he living with him? Since he sounded sooo damn happy about it too, fine, let him stay with him. Why should I care?" He took a pair of binoculars put on his coat and got out of the house. It was a nice night and figured walking would take some of the edge off. He stopped into a liquor store and bought three bottles of whisky. It was obvious he wasn't 21 but the clerk don't seem to care. He walked over to Eric's house and tried to get a closer view into the house. He didn't see Eric or Kyle anywhere and both cars were in the driveway. He drank from the bottle and waited. At around 11 pm, he saw Eric and Kyle in Eric's room. He didn't know where they had came from. He saw the lights get turned off and that was it. Learning nothing, he went home with 1 1/2 bottles of whisky.
The next morning, the four of them gathered again as they've done almost their whole lives; except Stan looked like he didn't sleep a wink.
"Hiya Kyle, 'ol buddy." Stan greeted.
Kyle and Eric looked at each other and then back at Stan. Kenny shook his head, "What the fuck, Dude? Did you raid Randy's liquor cabinet again?" Stan ignored him and threw his arms around Kyle, which startled them and everyone who just happened to be around them, "My best buddy. I love you. Let's dance." Kyle was unsure who should feel more humiliated, "S-Stan, how about getting you some coffee?" Eric was finding the occurrence funny, "Let's not, Jew, I'm liking this." Kyle frowned, "Cartman, Stan isn't drunk for your amusement and as his friends, let's help him." Stan laughed, "Come on, best buddy, let's dance, laaa laaa laaa laaa." Stan let go of Kyle and danced around like a ballerina. "Are we sure he's just drunk?" Kenny questioned, "Dude seems high too." Eric laughed so hard watching Stan make a fool out of himself. Kyle was pissed, "Gawd dammit, Ass fuck, stop laughing at him and help me help him!"
"Kike."
Kyle's lips parted, how could he have crossed the line this early and this fast, "But-"
"I know what I said." Eric was angry. He walked away, leaving Kyle and Kenny to fend for Stan.
"What the hell was that?" Kenny asked. Kyle watched Eric go into the school, "It's nothing. Don't worry about it."
"Are you seriously pissed that I stood up for Stan?"
Kyle waited for Eric at his locker at lunch time. He was still mad about Eric's behavior that morning but hated for Eric to be mad at him. Eric slammed his locker door and leaned against it, putting his arms between him and the metal door, "No. You were doing what you were told. I just lost it that's all. The anger in your eyes and your voice against me. You're se-"
"Hey, are you two going to lunch?" Kenny asked, standing behind them.
Both turn to look at him, Kyle nodded, "Yeah, we'll be in there soon, Kenny. Save a spot for us, please?" Kenny looked at them, he wasn't sure what he accidentally walked into, "Yeah... I can do that." After he was gone, Kenny looked at Eric, "I'm what?" Eric sighed, he leaned and whispered into Kyle's ear, "You're sexy when your mad." Kyle blushed, wishing he could kiss him but he couldn't. Eric grinned, "Come on, before they send a search party."
Once at the table, Kyle saw Stan. Stan had his head down on the table with his arms around it to block out light. "Feel any better?" Kyle asked Stan. Stan groaned and Eric laughed, "The fuck, Stan? You drank a liquor store?" Stan looked up with quick rage, "Bite me." Even if Kyle wasn't sleeping with Eric, Stan's rage wasn't needed, at least, not to that severity towards Eric and he wasn't going to stand for it, "Stan, calm down. Cartman was only joking. Dude, what the hell happened to you last night?"
"Wow, aren't you so quick to jump to his rescue. I wonder why, especially with what he called you this morning." Stan said bitterly.
"He is usually quick to your rescue too, Stan." Kenny reminded.
"But for that fucking prick? Are you kidding me?! You call yourself my best friend and you stand up for him?! Fuck you, Kyle!"
Stan looked at them after a few seconds, "Fuck you all. I'm out of here." Stan got up, leaving his tray behind, and stormed out. Kyle was lost for words, frozen in his seat, Kenny got up to run after Stan, and Eric couldn't care any less. Eric could see that Kyle was hurt by Stan's lash out, "He didn't mean it." Kyle shook his head, "I'm pretty sure he did. Even if... um... things were as before, I still would have said something. His rage wasn't needed." Eric was sorta puzzled, "You would have still stood up for me?" Kyle nodded and Eric smiled, "Then you earned yourself a treat."
"Yesss, oh my gawd, yessss!" Kyle gasped loudly as Eric performed oral sex on him. Eric wasn't as experienced as Kyle but he did it in a way that Kyle loved and felt amazing on him. Eric stopped to laugh, "You are adorable." Kyle blushed again, "Thank you, Master." Eric went back to satisfying Kyle and stopped once Kyle released climax. After swallowing, Eric wiped his mouth with a napkin, "Now for your treat-" Kyle cut him off, "That wasn't it?" Eric shook his head and stepped away from Kyle that was sitting on the cushioned platform, "No, that was just sex. Gawd, you think I do the kinky BDSM shit all the time? Your surprise is this, I bet you wonder where I got the money to buy you." Kyle shrugged, "I never thought of it, but I guess so." Eric stayed where he was, he was unsure if he should tell this secret after owning Kyle for less than a week. He may as well just tell him the truth since he was this far already so why not, "I'm a professional dom." Kyle blinked, "A what?"
"What I do with you, I do with others but for money. It's sometimes sex, usually pure domination or sadism, what ever they want."
"So how many people have you slept with?"
"No where as much as you."
Kyle felt verbally stung and looked down, "I'm sorry for my question, Master." Eric crossed his arms and looked away from Kyle, "If it really means a lot to you, which I'm sure it probably does since your Jew head doesn't let things go, around 15. All protected and safe sex. I require a doctor's OK before I agree to having sex with them; plus I get examined every month to make sure. Annnnnd out of the 15, five were males. There. Now you know." Kyle could have easily pointed out that what Eric was doing was no different than what he was doing; he just didn't have a pimp to answer to. He decided to keep quiet, he knew that Eric could out argue him, saying that what he does is different because sex wasn't the primary goal or he was the one who called all the shots where as he [Kyle] could not. Eric sighed, "Dammit Jew, just talk to me instead of being lost in your head." Kyle bit on his lip, "Tell me how that is different from what I was doing, Master?" Eric shook his head, "I had a theory that was one of the things you were thinking. It's simple, because sex isn't the goal - instead power exchange is. My clients are dominant and assertive people and they come to me when they want to be submissive and meek. As to something else I'm sure you've wondered, you are not my first slave and I don't see you as my last either."
"Master..." Kyle was bombarded with information he didn't know Eric would confide in him, he couldn't finish what he wanted to say. Eric embraced him and sighed, "There were two personal slaves before you. I told you before, Kyle, I love you and you're my favorite. You always will be because of the love I have for you no matter how many slaves I have other than you." Kyle chuckled, "Only you can make that sound romantic."
Stan was sitting across the street from Eric's house, hoping to catch a glimpse of what was going on in there though the binoculars.
"Fucking Kyle, what the hell is he doing in there? The lights are on but I don't see them anywhere. Where the fuck is he?"
"Are you talking about Kyle Broflovski?"
Stan turned to see Dennis - his face still bruised from his beating from Eric, though a lot lighter, "Yeah. My so called best friend. Who are the hell are you?" Dennis sat down beside Stan, "I'm Dennis. I'm Kyle's... friend. So he's in there?" Stan nodded, still waiting to see Kyle through the scoping lenses, "Yeah. I'm sure of it. I'm Stan, by the way. He's living with the Hitler's incarnate, doing who knows in there." Dennis studied Stan for a little bit, "How about we team up, Stan, and free him from him?" Stan, totally unaware who Dennis really was, nodded, "Sure."
Wow, the not using the lines lasted... one chapter -_- well it's useful none the less. You guys didn't think Dennis wasn't going to get revenge did ya? I've been waiting to write the last paragraph for a few chapters and figured it fit here. I have a scene in mind to use so I am happy I'm finally going to use it. As for Eric's... profession, that was thought of since the beginning, how much personal slaves (ie. not clients) he'll have along with Kyle is unknown as of yet.