Warning: AU –Second World War

M-Rated!Contains coarse language, violent imaginary related to the context of war, and sex.

I do not own South Park. I do not own anything. I wish I was that f* genius!

Days passed quickly by.

Time seemed to want to fly.

August summer afternoons became hotter and September nights warmer as the two unexpected lovers heated each other. Herr Cartman seemed to be addicted to the Jew's touch. Since consummating the contract's implicit words on the first day, the Nazi would often seek the other boy's company. Sometimes he ordered Alfred to tell the bookkeeper to come to his office. Other times, he would simply enter Kyle's small crowded workroom. They would have hot crazy sex on the desk, on the couch or against the wall. But Herr Cartman's favorite location was on Kyle's rudiment bed, a simple old matrass, lying on a corner of the small office.

Herr Cartman would wake up in the high hours of the night, feeling restless and insomniac. So he would leave his large and comfortable bed, silently climb down the stairs and enter Kyle's work/bedroom unnoticed. He would move like a silent shadow through the crowed small office and find Kyle's lying figure without bumping against anything (which was almost impossible, and therefore, quite an accomplishment). He would listen to the Jew's deep and rhythmic breathing, knowing he was sleeping. The first times Herr Cartman visited the Jew in the middle of the night, Kyle would flinch startled at the warm touch of a hand on his cheek, followed by a gentle kiss. But after regular visits, the boy barely acknowledged the Nazi's presence, simply sighing deeply or emitting the faintest sleepiest sound. The fat Nazi loved the way Kyle's body slowly came out of its sleepy state.

During his night visits, Herr Cartman always skipped foreplay. All he did was plant gentle dry kisses on Kyle's face and neck, as a warning of his presence and of what was about to happen. He was always unbearably hungry. He loved to listen the way Kyle's breathing became increasingly faster as he gradually woke up properly. He loved to feel the way the redhead's body was lazily relaxed, barely moving, but allowing him to move inside freely. It always took a while before Kyle would utter the first moans, before he involuntarily moved his hips along the Nazi's, before his own genital grew in length and hardness. The sex was quiet, full of gentle touches, kisses, soft moans and whispers. But everything felt more intense, more real, more connecting. These were the only times they would come together, in the most beautiful synchronization. Their voices sweet and deprived of curses or pleas.

Afterwards, Kyle would easily fall back asleep in the Nazi's arms. Herr Cartman always left when the deep and regular breathing returned. He went back to his room feeling the more uncomfortable. His intimate moments shared with the Jew were affecting him in much more than just the physical level. His heart started longing for something else, as new and unfamiliar emotions seemed to brew in his cold soul. His mind started daydreaming impossible future scenarios where the beautiful Jew was always included. This was worsened by the fact he ended up interacting more with the Jew than he initially wanted.

The day that followed the signing of the contract, they had again had hungry sex. Afterwards, when Kyle was dressing up and carefully buttoning his shirt, his eyes fell on a familiar object lying on the corner of the Nazi's office. He froze with a soft "Oh" and Herr Cartman followed the Jew's transfixed gaze. It was the violin's case. No words were switched, but when the Nazi looked to the other teenager's eyes, they glinted of wonder, hope and blissfulness. Herr Cartman had smiled and paced to the corner, picked up the case and presented it to the Jew. Kyle looked at him with surprise and smiled widely. It was a happy sincere smile that could illuminate the darkest room with its radiance. This happiness made Kyle look even more beautiful than he already was. There was something so authentic about him. His messy untamed curls, the rosy cheeks and half open shirt made him look like he didn't belong to this world. The fat Nazi strangely felt humbled in front of the Jew. It felt like he was nothing but a mere human, a mortal, presenting a valuable gift to a god of beauty and music. He couldn't hide a shy smile when Kyle took the box from his hands, rested it on the desk and opened it. The Jew looked at his fondest object with reverence and caressed its wood.

"Would you like to play a bit?" Herr Cartman asked, still feeling absolutely fascinated by the other boy. Kyle turned to him with an expression of pure excitement and joy.

"Really?"

"Of course. You're the violinist, after all." The Nazi said in a chuckle, trying to sound nonchalant and hide the blush that wanted to spread to his cheeks.

"Any requests?" The Jew asked, while he placed the violin under his chin and held the bow near the strings.

"Play whatever you feel like."

From that day on, Kyle would play the violin every evening, when the Nazi returned from his daily tasks at the camp. Herr Cartman loved this because the entrancing sounds coming from the instrument had the wonderful power of mellowing him. Even if he had had an awful day and returned absolutely stressed out and pissed off, Kyle's music always seemed to smooth his tension until he relaxed completely. The red haired boy played all kind of compositions, but also started creating his own. Just like during the soirée, Kyle would sometimes improvise a tune. Marveled by this, Herr Cartman insisted he needed to write it down. The SS may not know how to play the instrument, but he had a good ear and instinct in music matters. And so their own repertoire was slowly being built up. It was the result of Kyle's creative experimentations and the Nazi's critic guidance. It was the most improbable perfect teamwork between two enemies from two opposite worlds. But music was their common ground. Something nobody would have ever predicted.

Herr Cartman was also learning to know the Jew in new ways. Slowly, and as Kyle gained more confidence towards the Nazi, a completely new persona was revealed to him. The boy that initially would only reveal hatred in his eyes, now displayed a range of equally intensified emotions, which were hidden all this time from the Nazi. Herr Cartman soon discovered Kyle was hot-headed and would curse and scream when frustrated (which happened often in the chaos he inherited from ). Just like he discovered the boy was full of compassion, always willing to help and protect others even in the smallest matters (which he witnessed when Kyle was with Alfred and Chef). He was a person of high moral standards, possessing ethic principals that could throw down the Nazi's ideology with one single blow. And he was not scared of telling to the fat Nazi's face how disturbingly sick his ideas, ambitions and ideologies were.

Herr Cartman realized the Jew was much more intelligent than he first had thought. Despite his young age, Kyle already possessed a vast general knowledge. But it were the witty answers he sometimes dared to give that reflected his intellect. Acting out of pure curiosity, Herr Cartman requested the SS Services to dig as much information as possible on the Jew's past and background. He had now a file with Kyle's home address, the schools he went to, the grades he had. Kyle was by far the top of the class. Best of the best. Typical Jew. And so, Herr Cartman knew, despite the great fascination he had for the Jew, he also had to be on his guard. Because Kyle was too clever and too determined. He had all the qualities of somebody who would organize a rebellion. And this worried the fat Nazi. Greatly.

Kyle, on the other hand, had been positively surprised by the fat Nazi. He knew Herr Cartman had kept to his word. The Nazi presented him, a few days after the contract, a document with the transference of several Jews to the kitchens, in which his family's names were included. But for Kyle this was not enough evidence. So he asked Chef, in secrecy, to check for his parents and little brother the next time he went to the kitchens. To Kyle's relieve, the dark cook gave him a very accurate description of his family, so the Jew was sure it was true. Herr Cartman was of course unaware of its significance to the Jew. He didn't dream of Kyle's great gratitude for protecting his family. He truly had no idea.

Also, Herr Cartman had brought many improvements in Kyle's lifestyle. He lived no longer in subhuman conditions. He got to eat, wash, clothe and sleep properly now. He knew in just a few weeks, he had gained his many lost pounds (mainly thanks to Chef) and felt a lot stronger and healthier. His work was a dignified one, even if it drove him crazy sometimes. Slowly, the memories of a teenager working in the snow breaking stones or carrying dead bodies became unfamiliar. They faded away in a past that seemed to become more distant by each passing day. Which worried him, because Kyle's greatest fear was to end back in the camp. The reason he was sure to do everything Herr Cartman ordered. And discovered, it wasn't that bad to obey him.

Kyle never had expected having sex with the fat Nazi on a regular basis would be so great. He never expected Herr Cartman to be so passionate and yet so caring in his touches. Just like he never expected him to allow him to play the violin again and, above all, motivate and help him create new compositions. Kyle was realizing there was much more to the SS officer than the eye first met. Herr Cartman was still the sickening cruel and stupid Nazi he always thought he was, but there was also a human side in him. One that cared, helped, protected and defended when the call was needed. Even if the good action would be camouflaged with cruelty or selfishness. Because Kyle was too clever to be blinded. He was learning to see right through the Nazi. And was starting to like what was being revealed to him.

…

It was mid-October. Kyle played the violin wonderfully and with great passion. When he finished, he was panting slightly for it had been a quite vigorous composition.

"This is like sex for you, isn't it?" Herr Cartman asked playfully.

"Mhm... but a different kind of sex. More like … love-making." Kyle said with a knowing look.

"And what do you know about love making, anyway?" The Nazi asked in a malicious tone, but he could feel his heart race under his chest. After all, Kyle had only experienced sex with him. He watched Kyle cast his eyes downwards, his cheeks blush and smile shyly.

"Well, I…" Kyle started, but stopped with a flinch when he heard a knock on the door.

"What?!" Herr Cartman shouted upset for with the interruption. He was dying to hear the Jew's answer.

"A telegram has arrived, my lord. It's from Craig Tucker." Alfred's voice was heard from the other side of the door. The fat Nazi practically ran to the door and unlocked it, muttering under his breath "was about time". He opened the door and the butler handed over the small piece of paper. After dismissing Alfred, the Nazi closed the door behind him and opened the paper, while Kyle placed the violin back in its case with an uneasy smile. He looked over at the fat Nazi and could see his expression change from childish anticipation to sheer anger.

"Fucking Jews!" He screamed angrily and Kyle flinched surprised and a bit frightened at the sudden outburst. "Fucking Jewish assholes! I hate them! All of them!" He yelled furious and Kyle took a step back, staring at the Nazi with widened eyes, actually feeling intimidated by the angered SS. Herr Cartman seemed to remember the Jew's presence and stared at him with shrunken eyes. "Look what your fucking People did!" He said while he smashed the small piece of paper on the desk. Kyle picked it up and read the message on the telegram.

«Jewish uprising. 11 SS killed. Sobibor liquidated. Coming tomorrow.»

Kyle's hands shook as the message's words sunk in. Sobibor liquidated. Sobibor. He could recall this name. It was the death camp Herr Cartman wanted to be transferred to. The place where Jews were massively gassed to death. And now, the unlikely had happened. «Jewish uprising. 11 SS killed.» Jews had apparently gathered together and fought the Nazis. Killed SS guards. This was surely a painful wound for the Nazi's Party. It was a failure. A humiliating disgraceful failure. Because the superior, well-trained and well-armed soldiers got killed by a bunch of skinny and weakened Jews. Kyle felt a warm feeling fill his chest. He was proud of these Jews. He was proud of his People. And so, an involuntary smile was drawn to his lips.

"Ay! You think this is funny?!" Herr Cartman shouted infuriated when he saw the Jew's smile. "Oooh, but of course you do. This is a fucking triumph for you! It's really something for you, isn't it? If your fucking family wouldn't be alive, you would organize a fucking revolution too, wouldn't you?!" The fat Nazi accused while he ripped the paper from Kyle's hands. The redhead stared back at him strangely impassive.

"Yes. I would." Kyle calmly stated after a short while and Herr Cartman stared at him surprised, never expecting him to actually admit such a thing. "And honestly, it's a pity it doesn't happen more often! It's a pity there aren't others who have nothing else to lose so they dare to fight you fucking bastards!"

"How dare you?"

"Why? You truly think you are superior? A race that stands above all other races? It's an illusion. A fucking utopia! It's a twisted idea thought by a twisted mind and followed by twisted people! It's not only ridiculous, as it's filled with contradictions and loopholes. I mean, look at Hitler! He has nothing of the Aryan race he so much preaches about! He's short and dark! He looks more like a fucking Jew than anything else!" Kyle yelled while a strange feeling of power fuelled by victory overtook him.

"Ay! Do not speak of the Führer like that! Do not dare to compare him to your inferior disgusting race!"

"Disgusting? Really? Look at you, then. For someone who finds Jews so disgusting you seem to enjoy touching one a lot. I'm amazed the thought you must be dying of some contaminating degrading disease didn't cross your mind yet."

Kyle said smugly and knew he was pushing the buttons too hard. He knew he was playing with fire and soon would get burned. And then an awful pain spread across his face. Herr Cartman had slapped him. It had been with such a force that he almost lost his balance and immediately tasted blood on his lips. He faced Herr Cartman, who gave him the most dangerous and intimidating look. For the first time, Kyle actually felt no kind of fear. Instead, he gave a crooked smile and punched the Nazi right on the middle of his face. He heard his fingers crack but it felt great. He watched with strange pleasure as blood sprung from the Nazi's nose, while Herr Cartman stared back at him in shock. He wiped off the blood with the back of his hand and gave a sickened smiled.

"You are so fucking going to regret this, Jew." He said in a threatening voice and Kyle wavered for a moment, fearing for his family. But he had no time to think, as fat fingers squeezed his neck viciously. But Kyle hit and kicked him back, so the Nazi was forced to release him. The next thing the SS saw was a red blur jump on him. He fell back, hitting the floor. They rolled on the carpet hitting, kicking, cursing blow after blow, staining their skin and clothes with blood. Herr Cartman managed to pin Kyle down, grabbing him by the arms with incredible force. "I fucking hate you, Kahl! I fucking hate everything about you!" He mindlessly screamed.

Instead of showing fear Kyle gave a twisted amused smile. This was the last drop for the fat Nazi. He crushed his lips on the Jew's and kissed him. The kiss was mean and aggressive, tasting metallic and acid from their fight. Kyle moaned under him in a mix of protest and delight. He kissed the Nazi back and wrapped his arms and legs around Herr Cartman possessively. They both had lost it. Smaller hits and kicks were shared between desperate hungry kisses. Herr Cartman hastily pulled down Kyle's pants and the Jew let out a complaining yell, as a hard erection invaded his body without any preparation. The SS fucked the redhead mercilessly, making him hysterical under the pain and the pleasure it caused. It was quick, nasty and sickeningly tasty. Herr Cartman watched maddened as the Jew whimpered under him, his head pulled back, his red curls wet from sweat and blood. He jerked inside the Jew's ass with a wicked smirk. This was the most ferocious, infuriating sex he ever experienced. And it was amazing.

"Fuck." Kyle whispered after a while, his chest still rising and falling irregularly. "We are both seriously insane."

Herr Cartman chuckled at the Jew's truthful comment, agreeing completely with him. He planted a kiss on his lover's lips. He looked into the green eyes and saw the fire from earlier give way to something softer. Suddenly he was frightened. Because everything he adored about this Jew make him hate him. And everything he hated about Kyle made him adore him. And he was aware he wasn't the only one having these confusingly contradictory feelings.

A/N

The last part of the chapter is inspired by the song and clip from Florence and the Machine "Kiss with a fist."

BTW, The kitchens were the privileged placed to work in a camp, because they were closed, therefore protected from the summer heat and winter cold. And of course, kitchens means food. Jews had to prepare the rations for the prisoners, so you can imagine that they would nibble once in a while some of the food.

In the next chapter I'll give more details about the uprising in Sobibor, which is veridic.