Cartmans POV –
Kyle's suction as he sucked my balls was nothing short of exhilarating. I'd requested him do this for so long I'd began to convince myself it would never happen. Yes, every time I mentioned it in the past, Kyle would take it was jest, yet I was serious. I'd wanted this to happen for as long as I could remember and now with some persistence and ample amounts of violence against the small Jew, I'd gotten exactly what I wanted because Eric Theodore Cartman never loses.
I submitted to the pleasure of the gingers mouth tight around my balls as he greedily suckled at them. I stifled my soft moans as I felt myself growing hard. I stared down into Kyles eyes, dark and bitter with defeat, although the glint in them told a different story; one of happiness and enjoyment. But that couldn't be, my little monster had fought so hard not to end up my cum bucket. Could Kyle have wanted this all along and just played me. The sick little fuck, was I simply a sport to him? I mean, he was a game to me, but to treat me like that was fucked up. Did the Jew have a deathwish.
My thoughts caused anger to swell inside me. I glared down toward Kyle who ceased his actions and looked back at my blankly.
"What's the matter fatass, not man enough to finish the job you started." Kyle scoffed, running his tongue slowly up my hardening shaft.
I closed my eyes as he began sucking me off, slowly, torturing me. Fuck Kyle was good with his mouth. He almost made me forget for a second how deep my hate ran, every bob of his ginger head causing me to betray my feelings.
'No…. I hate him.'
'Just because he's your lover doesn't mean you love him, it's sins of the fucking flesh Eric, wake up to yourself. You weak piece of shit. This is your enemy, he's coffin fodder. You don't care. '
'But what if I did? '
'Don't be retarded, just fuck him already, the way he's slurping on your straw he wants it, he's a desperate whore. He needs this.'
"Stop!" I snapped looking down upon the dainty, yet dangerous Jew. He smirked.
"I knew you couldn't go through with it…. Fuck you're useless." Kyle growled. I nodded.
"Fine, ok….. I can't fuck you. I love beating you, hurting you. I fucking hate every little thing about you Kyle…. But I have some warped admiration for you. No one has ever been so important." I began. Kyle rolled his whole head, along with his eyes.
"Listen fatass….. if this is another declaration of love to get me on your fuckstick don't bother…. You got me. I want it, I've swallowed my pride, this once and you'll never get another chance to have me so easy. I'm fucking horny you fat fuck, so fill me right now." Kyle ordered. I nodded regrettably.
"It's not fake Kyle. This is real, what we enjoy about each other. I'll be with you, but it can't just be angry, meaningless, violent sex. I want to keep that passion, I want to keep that burning that I feel for you and I know you have it too. What I'm saying is you win Kyle….. you have me;you've had me all along I just didn't want to admit it." I said reaching forward clutching his hands tightly, my knuckled white as I confessed. Kyle's gaze lingered, our eyes met for what felt like eternity then he looked away and breathed out heavily.
"Cartman…. I'm not who I once was. I live for the fight, I'm unlovable and so fucked up, it's beyond repair. I just wanted the hate, none of this faggot bullshit…. I guess it's better now that later. Even if you had've fucked me, here and now. I was going to tell you we had to stop playing…. Meaning no contact. Not even a friendship. So last chance, do you want me?" Kyle asked.
Every inch of my body was aching for me to reply with a yes and fuck him half to death over a desk. But my head shook…. Side to side. Godammit. Kyle sighed and climbed to his feet. He redressed, his fingers gently tracing over the bites and cuts I'd inflicted upon him before my soft hearted epiphony. Disappointed apparent, his expression angry. Kyle mumbled under his breath as he exited the room. I dragged my knees toward my chest, burrowing my head against my flesh hoping to disappear into myself.
I'd meant every word of what I'd just said. Although Kyle could be playing, he might not have believed me and tomorrow we'll have that perfect animousity between us once again. I can only hope. I might mean it now, but I could just be tired. Tired of the constant on my toes, tired of having to overthink everything I do and say. After a good sleep, I could be refreshed and ready for round two, hitting back harder and faster in the battle royale for control. I could also just be a fucking idiot. I had no clue where my head was at in that moment. But I knew as soon as the door slammed behind my Jew, I immediately regretted it.
A/N – Thanks for you continuing support with this story. This chapter was just a turn of events, perhaps looking to try something a little different. Now I've got two ideas in mind for where this is going.
Kyle believed Cartman and doesn't want anything to do with love. Cartman falls into depression and make himself suffer, deeply in love with Kyle. Kyle remains the same dark, horrible being and it ends in tragedy.
Or 2. Kyle is just toying with Cartman and didn't believe him, the next day it's all back to normal, because exhaustion makes you stupid and we step up the violence. The only thing I flatly refuse to do is make this an airy, fairy, fucking love story. Kyman wouldn't fall in love. It's not right in my opinion plus I enjoy fucking with them too much to make it anything stable. Although for some reason I value your opinions. I mean you're the reader. So let me have it, positive, negative or other. Leave me a review with your thoughts.
