Well, Pete is obviously planning something sinister. Wonder what he's up to, as if I don't know? Anyway, I have one more chapter before Token's party where something big is going to happen. Obviously.

Chapter 11 – Downwards

Tweek was feeling a little nervous as he entered school on Monday. He was worried that Red would suspect something about him and Craig from Saturday. Hopefully Red wouldn't torment Craig about not telling her he had gotten a job.

As Tweek approached the school, he suddenly saw Pete and the other goths coming towards him. He stopped to let them catch up.

"Hey Tweek," Pete greeted, slinging an arm around him, "We were thinking of just ditching school today and hanging out around town."

"You want to come with us?" Michael asked.

Tweek shivered slightly. "I don't know, guys," he murmured, "Couldn't we get in trouble for skipping school?" Firkle scoffed.

"Don't worry about it!" he said, "We ditch school all the time and no one cares. Don't be a wimp!" Pete frowned and smacked Firkle upside the head.

"If you don't want to come with us, you don't have to," he told Tweek, "What kind of friends would we be if we pressured you into doing something you didn't want to do?"

Tweek smiled a little in relief. At least Pete was sticking up for him. And maybe… it wouldn't be so bad to just take one day off. No one except Clyde and Craig would really notice anyway, right? He gave Pete a nervous smile.

"You know what? I think I will go with you guys," he said, "Nng! It's not like anyone would miss me anyway." A small smile made its way onto Pete's face.

"Good," he said nodding, "Come on. We've got a good day planned out for us."

Curious, Tweek followed Pete closely, not wanting to be left behind. The other three goths surrounded them, as if forming a sort of barrier. They all piled into a black pickup truck that belonged to Michael. Pete pulled Tweek over to sit next to him as Michael got in the driver's seat and fired up the engine.

"So, um, where are we going?" Tweek couldn't help but ask as they pulled out of the parking lot. Pete grinned at him.

"We're going to a tattoo parlor," he explained, "Get some piercings, maybe a tattoo. But don't worry if you don't want to do either of those things. It's kind of a big commitment, you know? But it's fun to watch the artist do his thing."

Tweek fidgeted a little. He didn't know how to feel about going to a tattoo parlor. They seemed like dirty places where thugs and bikers hung out in. But surly there was no harm in simply watching, right? It's not like he was going to get a piercing or a tattoo or something. He gave Pete a little smile.

"Y-Yeah, I wouldn't mind going along for the ride," he told the goth, "Um, maybe I could get an earing or something. I'm sure my parents wouldn't really notice."

Henrietta smirked. "Your parents ignore you all the time too?" she asked. Tweek sighed.

"Yeah," he muttered, "They only care about me when I'm working in their shop."

"Tell me about it," Pete scoffed, "My parents only care to notice me when there's a special occasion. Like I really care about my third cousin's wedding."

Everyone chuckled lightly as Michael pulled into a small parking lot. As everyone got out of the car, Tweek looked up at the tattoo parlor. On the outside it didn't seem that bad. Maybe a little run down, but it didn't look a place where tough biker dudes visited all the time. Tweek felt a little relieved by that as he followed the goths inside.

The inside reflected the outside. It was a humble little place, a little run down, but not as bad as Tweek thought it would be. A girl with lots of piercings and tattoos and chewing gum was sitting behind a counter, reading a magazine. She looked up as they walked in.

"Oh, hey guys," she greeted, "Back again already? You were only here last week!"

"Yeah, well I wanted a new tattoo, and Pete's getting another piercing," Michael explained to her, "And this is our new friend, Tweek."

The girl smiled and held out her hand to the blond. "Nice to meet you, Tweek," she greeted, "The name's Michelle."

Smiling timidly, Tweek took her hand and shook it. "These guys have been regulars to my parlor here for a couple of years now," Michelle explained, "They know I'm the best in the county!"

"You're also one of the only tattoo parlors who don't care that we don't have our parents' permission for anything," Firkle pointed out in a bored manner.

As the goths chatted about what they were having done, Tweek looked around the place again. The entire wall was covered in pictures of presumably Michelle's tattoo art and posters of bands that Tweek had never heard of. He couldn't even tell what color the wall actually was, it was so covered in posters and pictures.

He was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard Pete calling to him. "Yo, Tweek! Do you want a piercing or not?" he asked.

Tweek hesitated a moment. "W-Well, maybe getting just my ears pierced won't be so bad," he rationalized, "Something small so my parents won't really notice."

"No problem, hon," Michelle said, "I can start ya off with just some studs. They aren't really expensive, and if you've never gotten your ears pierced before they won't stand out too much, especially if you're working."

"Don't worry about paying," Pete said to Tweek as Michelle went to get her stuff, "I'll pay for your stuff this time."

"Are you sure?" Tweek asked nervously, "I don't want to impose…"

"It's fine," Pete dismissed, "I just don't want you to have any regrets." He gave Tweek a gentle nudge in the arm and Tweek smiled softly at him.

Michelle came back and showed Tweek the different starter earrings they had. He picked out simple round gold studs, and then Michelle prepped his ear lobes. She explained the process to him, and how to take care of his ears until they were fully healed. The actual piercing didn't hurt as much as Tweek thought it would. It felt like just a really strong pinch more than anything.

After that, they watched as Pete got his tongue pierced and Michael got a new tattoo on his back in the shape of a gravestone. Tweek was rather surprised by the amount of tattoos Michael had and was also impressed by the fact that they could all be hidden by a shirt. He probably did it to hide them all from his parents.

When that was all finished, the five of them hung out by an old restaurant, as the goths smoked and chatted, Tweek stood by. He was glad none of them tried to offer him a cigarette. He didn't know if he would be able to handle the pressure!

Finally, at the end of the day, Michael drove them all home. Tweek got out at his house and was a little surprised when Pete did as well.

"I just wanted to say thanks for hanging out today," Pete told him, "I actually had fun being with you." Tweek couldn't help but blush.

"Y-Yeah, I had fun too," he replied.

Pete smiled and surprised Tweek when he leaned over and kissed him gently on the cheek. Tweek took a sharp breath as he drew back and grinned smoothly.

"See you at Token's party," he said, then climbed back into Michael's car. Tweek stared after him in slight shock.

Did Pete… like him?

…

"Kiss me," Michael panted. Pete leaned down, kissing Michael deeply, their tongues wrapping around each other before Pete pulled away to continue his hard thrusting. Michael hissed slightly.

"Kiss me again!" he demanded. Startled, Pete leaned over and kissed him again. Michael let out a sigh and kissed him back. He thrusted up against Pete to get the younger deeper inside himself. Pete gasped and pulled away to moan as pleasure ran through him. Michael growled with frustration and pulled Pete back down.

"Damn it, Pete, keep kissing me!" he hissed, "Kiss me like I'm him! I want to feel your passion! Your fury!"

"We've never kissed during sex before," Pete pointed out lowly. Michael sighed and leaned up to give him a quick kiss.

"You want your love making with him to be amazing, right?" Michael asked him. Pete nodded. "Kissing during sex ups the passion. Trust me. I've had sex with that vamp fag, Mike, several times before. I hate that guy's guts but every time we fuck it's mind blowing and kissing him makes it even better."

Panting, Pete nodded. He settled himself down on top of Michael and began kissing him passionately. Smirking, Michael kissed him back and wrapped his arms around Pete, keeping him secure on top of himself.

"Deeper," Michael mumbled against Pete's lips, "I need you deeper inside me. Make me scream with passion for you."

"Yes," Pete whispered, keeping his mouth to Michael's. He started thrusting harder and deeper into his friend, making him moan with pleasure. As Michael moaned, Pete moved to start kissing his neck, making the older goth arch his back.

"God, Pete," Michael panted, "I-I think you're actually going to make me cum if you keep this up."

Pete smiled into Michael's neck. In all the time that they started hooking up to have sex with each other, Pete had never managed to make Michael cum. Michael was a very demanding lover, but Pete had known that when he first asked him if he could practice having sex with him. Michael always made Pete fuck him, but Michael had never fucked Pete. It wouldn't be such a big deal, except that Pete knew Michael had multiple lovers that Michael would fuck, and he had heard from them that Michael was the best fuck they ever had.

Michael was so good at sex that he could make his partners cry out in passion louder than they ever had. He made them feel good in ways they never had before. And he told Pete that he only fucked people who could make him cum. Then they were allowed to have the best sex of their lives.

Which was why Pete was extremely jealous of Mike the "vampire" who could make Michael cum every time they had sex.

Pete was brought back from his thoughts when he suddenly felt Michael hum against his lips and kiss him harder. "Mm… you're getting a lot better, Pete," he murmured against his lips, "I'm so close. Keep going. Please keep going."

"Yes," Pete whispered again, "Yes, Michael, I am your slave. Just tell me what you need to pleasure you and I will do it."

"Mm…" Michael hummed again, "Yes, just like that. Keep kissing me and talking to me like that, and I think I can… oh God…" He cut himself off with a pleasured moan, and Pete suddenly felt something warm leaking against his stomach. He grinned triumphantly as he reached his own orgasm and started releasing inside of Michael.

When they were both finished, Pete quickly reached over and grabbed some tissues to clean themselves before settling back on to Michael. They kissed briefly before Pete rested his head on the other's chest. They were both panting hard.

"Fuck," Michael finally spoke, "That's the best you've ever done. You certainly lasted a lot longer than you usually do."

Pete was still trying to get his breath back. "You were right," he said when he could speak, "The kissing definitely made it better."

"Of course I was right," Michael scoffed, "I'm always right when it comes to sex." He tucked his hand under Pete's chin and forced him to look at him. "Now, I believe it's my turn to pleasure you," he purred in a seductive voice, "I have to warn you, though, I can go for a long time, and my orgasms have been known to last for minutes. I will fill every inch of you with a passion that you have never felt before. I will have you crying out within minutes, but I will not stop until I'm finished. Do you think you can handle that?"

Nervous and anxious, Pete nodded. Grinning, Michael gripped Pete's hips and rolled them both over so that he was on top of Pete now. He leaned down to whisper in Pete's ear.

"Let's see what you're made of," he hissed before thrusting into Pete.

…

When Tweek went into school the next day he found Craig and Clyde by the front doors waiting for him. Craig gave him a worried look when he entered.

"Where were you yesterday?" he asked before Tweek could even greet him, "We were so worried about you! Did you get sick or something?"

Tweek blushed a little. "Well, um, actually I, er, skipped school yesterday," he confessed, "I went out with Pete and his friends."

At his words, Tweek couldn't help but notice Craig cringe slightly at the mention of Pete's name. Not for the first time, Tweek wondered if Craig had some sort of problem with Pete and his friends. Did they even know each other?

Craig looked like he wanted to say something, but Clyde spoke first. "Well, I hope you're willing to spend time with us today," he said, "We missed you yesterday."

Tweek smiled at him. "Yeah, of course I want to hang out with you guys," he replied. He followed Clyde down the hall towards their lockers. He didn't see Craig stop and turn to glare out of the window at someone standing on the sidewalk.

Yeah, Pete and Michael are kind of fucked up. And Tweek is none the wiser at what Pete is planning. Anyway, the next chapter is Token's party and something big is going to happen! Want to know what it is? Too bad.