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Chapter 26

I Don't Understand You

A couple of days have passed since the South Park boys joined up with Christophe and his small group. Almost daily, Kyle and Gregory would converse and decide which roads to take and which to avoid. It was beginning to get difficult as they got closer to their destination. Though they did well to avoid the military, the infected were another story. But thanks to Gregory's navigational skills, Kyle was sure they'd make it before that part of the border was closed off. Unfortunately, that was not the only growing issue.

Little by little, Kyle began to notice Christophe's advances. At first, it started off as innocent unnoticeable gestures; like a stroke to his hair, a caress on the cheek, or a 'playful' pat on the behind. Kyle never really paid much attention to such antics since that's how both Stand and Kenny use to tease him after the Jew confessed his sexual orientation to them. Because of this, Kyle saw the mercenary's actions as nothing but comical play and teasing. But the mercenary's true intentions became clear when Kyle least expected it.

As the day slowly turned into evening, Craig, Kenny, and Cartman were busy setting up camp while Thomas and Butters went to gather fire wood. Finishing up with his part of the work, Cartman straightened up and stretched his arms upward. It's time like this that Cartman was glad he lost all that weight; his back was killing him.

"Fuuuuuuck," he whined, which earned a chuckle from his blonde friend. "Damn," he exhaled, "do we still have food left? I'm starving," groaned the large brunette. Again Kenny chuckles while Craig only scoffs.

"Honestly, I think we might be running a bit low. I asked Gregory earlier and he thinks we should stop at the next town we find," responded Kenny.

"Psh, figures. Bet cha' anything those assholes are hogging their stash or something," huffed Cartman.

This actually earned a glare from the silent jock. "You'd know all about hogging wouldn't you, fatass?" he bellowed.

"Hey, fuck you, Tucker!"

"Guys, cool it!" Kenny intervenes. "Cartman, as fucked up as that might be on their part; you thinking that is even more fucked up. We're all in this together," the blonde said sternly.

Albeit his glare was still fixated on the dark haired teen, Cartman softened his gaze when looking towards his blonde friend. He then sighs, "yeah…I guess."

With that settled, Craig finishes up what he was working on and straightens up. "I'll go check on Thomas and Butters," he mumbles before ambling off; not waiting for a response.

Cartman says nothing but quirks a brow towards the other's statement. Kenny simply nodded his head with a casual smile. Watching the silent teen leave, Cartman waited until Craig was out of hearing range before speaking. "Sounds like someone's already falling for another blonde," he smirked.

"Long as it's not with my blonde," replied Kenny as he got back to work.

"Speaking of which," Cartman brought up as he began looking around, "where's Kyle? Him and that Yardsdale douche having another meeting or something?"

No sooner did that question leave his mouth, Cartman noticed Kenny's frame stiffen. This made the large brunette arch a brow. "Kenny?" he called out. When the blonde masculine didn't answer, or even look towards him, Cartman began to feel his blood boil. "Kenny!"

"Alright! I saw Kyle and that French guy wander off somewhere together," the blonde finally caved. He could already see his hulking friend's muscles tensing. "I offered to go with…but Kyle assured he didn't need another 'escort' with him," he added with a sheepish grin.

This didn't exactly help the nazi's growing anger. Bad enough the French bastard was following his Jew around like a horny dog, now he managed to get Kyle alone. "That son ova bitch.." he bellowed under his breath.

"Mm, alright. You got it, mon cher?"

"Y-yeah, I think so.."

"Easy, do not 'old it too tight. Why so nervous?" the French teen chuckled.

"It's….it's been a while since I've held one.." the Jew gulped.

"Mmm, I can tell.." foreign vocals whispered into the red head's ear; lightly brushing his lips against the lobe.

A gasp suddenly escapes the Jew's parted lips, "Chr-Christophe.."

"Heh," tough seeming hands would slowly smooth over the Jew's obviously tensed shoulders. Emitting another husky guffaw, the French mercenary leans further into the smaller teen's lithe frame. "Focus, mon petite lapin….aim for zee target, both eyes," he instructed into Kyle's ears.

The other's deep vocals only sent shivers up the Jew's spine. His fingers curl tightly around the barrel of the shot gun. He jolts when hands reach half way down his arms, correcting his hold.

"Easy now…ready?"

"Mhmm," was all Kyle could reply with, not exactly confident with his voice at the moment.

"Good….fire!"

Clenching his teeth, Kyle pulled back on the trigger upon command. A loud 'bang' echoes throughout the skies, scaring a flock of crows loitering near. The force had actually sent Kyle back, causing him to bump against the tall mercenary. "Jesus!" he coughed up while already feeling a pain in his shoulder. As Kyle tried to regain his composure, he could pick up on Christophe's cackling behind him; even with the harsh ringing in his ears.

"Are you alright, cher?"

"Fuck, I think I dislocated my shoulder," the Jew groan; which only earned another set of guffaws from the French teen.

"Oui, zat just means vou are not use to zee power of a real gun," chuckled Christophe. He leans down to collect the discarded shot gun and opening it up to reload. "Shall we go for anozher round? Vous managed to get zee 'ang of a pistol, but sooner or later, vou will 'ave to use a bigger gun."

"Still rubbing his shoulder, Kyle looked over to the tanned mercenary. "No…I think we should call it quits for now," he chuckled softly, "besides, it's starting to get dark."

Looking up towards the sky, Christophe grins when realizing that the red headed was indeed correct. It actually disappointed him even if he didn't look it. "Mm, oui," he replied. He soon looks over to the lithe red head, "are you afraid of zee dark, cher?"

After fixing himself a bit, Kyle looks over with brows raised. He was a bit taken back by the question. "What? No…more like what can come out from the dark," he scoffed.

An impish grin soon forms upon the tanned mercenary's rugged visage. Casually, he would saunter over to the lithe teen. In truth, Kyle just didn't think his shoulder could take another blow from the gun's force. But as he noticed Christophe making his way towards him, with that grin, a sense of unease came over the Jew. When the French mercenary finally reached him, Kyle felt an arm snake around his thin waist and soon pull him into a thickly toned chest.

Kyle's breath hitched as his hands flew up to automatically land on that broad chest. "Christophe..?" a single digit places itself upon the Jew's parted lips, silencing him.

"Shh, do not worry, mon petit lapin," Ze Mole began with a soft husky tone as he drew closer, "I will protect vou." With that said, the tanned mercenary slowly leaned in and pressed into the Jew's lips.

Kyle's entire frame froze when his lips were practically engulfed. As he attempted to take in a breath, Christophe seize the opportunity to slip his moist tongue through those succulent lips. A muffled gasp contorts into a soft moan as thickly toned hands smooth up from the Jew's waist and cup his rounded face. Kyle could feel those fingers curl and tangle into his fiery locks, pulling him into a deeper endearing kiss. At last, Christophe pulls away. He was obviously reluctant to part since his lips still appeared to linger over the Jew's. His tongue even gave Kyle's now swollen lips a final caress before fully pulling away.

Even with his lips freed, Kyle could form no words as he exhaled a held breath. He didn't even notice he was holding his breath. Slowly, the mercenary stepped back, simpering triumphantly from what Kyle could see.

"Let's go back to camp, cher," cooed the French teen. After gathering up the two guns they brought out to practice with, Christophe soon reached out to grab Kyle's hand. The red headed Jew uttered no protest as he was lead off. As both teens ambled away from the clearing, both failed to notice a hulking mass watching them from the thick foliage. As the boys fell out of sight, copper hued eyes narrowed into pugnacious slits.

Night finally arrived. As soon as the boys realized they finished up the last bit of rations they had, it was agreed tomorrow they would try to find a town to restock food and ammo. As always, Christophe continued to insist for Kyle to join him in the RV, but Kyle continued to respectfully decline. When Butters rose up, stating he was heading to bed early, Kyle surprisingly agreed and rose up to follow; claiming he was exhausted from his gun wielding class. Lucky for him, they still had a few pain killer aspirins left, but even those were beginning to run low.

Cartman's blank gaze followed the lithe pair as they both went to their separate tents. Albeit he would not admit it out loud, Cartman inwardly cheered when Kyle agreed to continue sharing a tent with him. The nights began to feel less awkward for them at least; and he was glad for it. It's as if Kyle discreetly accepted being close to the egotistical nazi. However, Cartman's thoughts soon turn sour when his eyes oscillate to land on the tanned mercenary across from him.

Said French adolescent was too busy gawking at the ambling red head like a hungry dog, that he didn't notice Cartman perniciously glaring him down. Who the hell goes this asshole think he is? Trying to take what was his; yeah, that's right. Cartman was through denying himself. The Jew was his and his alone.

As soon as everyone began to disperse for the night, Cartman sluggishly ambled towards his and Kyle's tent. He was still upset about what he had witnessed in the clearing, but tried his best to conceal his emotions for now. Crawling inside the tent, copper eyes automatically land on Kyle's undled form. He really needs to make a mental note to pick up some warm clothing if they find another town. As the behemoth of a teen closed up the tent, he quietly begins rummaging through his duffle for a change of clothing. He was actually startled when Kyle's reclined mass moved slightly; and here he was thinking said Jew was asleep. Slowly, said red head sat up, but kept the blankets tightly wrapped around him as he looked over to the hulking brunette.

"You okay, Eric?"

Whether t was audible or not, Cartman's breath hitched when hearing his name roll off the Jew's tongue. It was still foreign to his ears, but it felt so right. Keeping his gaze averted, Cartman emits a soft 'mm' as a mutal response before going back to digging in his duffle.

Unfortunate for Cartman, that response was all Kyle needed to know something was indeed wrong. Both boys may not have had a pleasant history with each other; but Kyle knew his childhood nemesis well. Perhaps better than anyone, excluding Butters. Emitting a soft sigh, the lithe red head motions over to the larger teen Feeling the enclosing presence of the other, Cartman halts in his actions and looks over.

"What?" Well, that came out less friendly than anticipated.

The tone in his voice wasn't that harsh, but for some reason it still stung Kyle in the chest. "Alright, what's wrong? You've suddenly reverted back to your 'dick' self in amount of time," the Jew huffed.

As Cartman straightened up to protest, he sees Kyle's pouting face while the majority of his body is still bundled up within the blankets. The brunette haired teen suddenly emits a snort, then a chuckle from his throat; which takes Kyle by surprise. Yet even with Kyle's dumbfounded gaze, Cartman continued to guffaw until he was practically full-fledged laughing. In his eyes, Kyle looked like a giant burrito. A giant, cute, pouting burrito he just wanted to devour whole.

As Cartman's laugh grew louder, Kyle began to scowl. "What's so funny?!"

"I'm…I'm s-sorry," Cartman managed to gasp as he fell back a little from his laughing fit, "I j-just can't take you 'gasp'….you serious, haha, looking like that!" Without warning, the behemoth fully falls back, now laughing hard than before.

Kyle didn't even know what to make of this scene. It's not like he hasn't seen the guy laugh this hard before; he just wasn't expecting it during such a situation. Still, as Kyle sat there, silently astonished, he took a moment to look down at himself as best as he could. He wanted to figure out what the nazi brute found so comical. Surely enough, after picturing himself from Cartman's perspective, the Jew's cheeks puffed up before he too snorted out a laugh.

For what felt like hours, the boys laughed throughout the night. Cartman was now fully lying on his back with one arm stretched out and the other resting on his chest. Meanwhile, Kyle was now lying on his side, still chuckling, but doing his best to regulate his breathing. Whether the Jew noticed it or not, his fiery curled head was now resting upon Cartman's stretched out arm as well.

"Wow," the Jew finally exhaled, "I don't even remember laughing that hard…least not for a long time."

"Heheh, been a long time since I've heard you laugh at all," replied Cartman, "then again, you do have my crappy kidney. I can understand you being afraid to laugh hard since then."

That comment managed to make Kyle's cheeks light up with a soft shade of pink. Without a second though, the red head buries his face within the warmth of his blankets; his frame unintentionally snuggling closer to Cartman's mass. "It was always embarrassing to laugh hard in front of everyone because of your crappy kidney," he mumbled. Cartman couldn't help another chuckle escaping him. Casually, he wraps his arm around the other's bundled mass, pulling Kyle closer. Kyle didn't seem to object to Cartman's makeshift embrace. If anything, Kyle found himself also emitting another chuckle.

"Now what's so funny to you?" Cartman arched a brow.

"Just imagined…our big, ginger and Jew hating asshole of a nazi having a soft spot for a ginger Jew," Kyle muffled into the bulking teen's chest. Now it was Cartman's turn to blush. Luckily Kyle's face was smothered into his shirt, otherwise he would have seen how red Cartman was.

He soon huffs, "I am not going soft! You're just….it's your Jewish powers. They're making me weird."

Kyle retorts, "yeah right. We don't have powers, dumbass."

"Yeah? Well you sure cast a spell on the French bastard or something. What do you call that?" Even though his accumulation came out as a sneer, Cartman's eyes read a different emotion. Hurt?

For a moment, the tent fell silent. Kyle didn't pull away from the other teen, but he did finally lift his head p from Cartman's chest. He said nothing, but where did this suddenly come from? Cartman wasn't even looking at him, but knew his emerald eyed stare was getting to the behemoth by the tightness of his lips. It took a moment, but soon enough, Kyle put two and two together.

"You saw, didn't you?" he whispered.

Cartman still refused to look at him, but he did receive a 'mhmm'.

Emitting a soft sigh, the Jew finally rose up from Cartman's reclined mass. The large brunette felt the cold caress his body as Kyle pulled away. He too let out a sigh; this was not the aura he wanted to portray tonight. Nor any other time he had alone with Kyle. But before Cartman could fall deeper into his gloomy abyss, a pale skin leg motions over his mildly plump waistline. Next thing he knew, the fiery haired Jew was straddling and towering over him with a calm simper decorating his pink lips.

If only Kyle had a camera. Cartman's face looked priceless. Delicate seeming hands smooth over the brunette's protruding middle, until they come to a slow stop upon the other's chest. Tantalizingly, the lithe red head leans down until his lips were mere inches away from his former tormentor's. Kyle's lips quirked further up when he caught the larger teen's throat bob.

"Y'know…to be honest," Kyle whispered against the other's slightly parted lips, "It's not the same."

Completely flabbergast by the Jew's actions, Cartman found himself trying to pathetically bury himself into his sleeping mat. It was obviously impossible. He does, however shaken, manage to breath out, "how so?" His breath hitches when soft pink lips press against his own. Like an automatic reaction, the jock's arms wrap around the lithe Jew's frame. A soft muffled moan escapes the Jew's throat as the endearment between them deepens. Hands grip tightly at the Cartman's thin shirt, threatening to tear said fabric; Cartman seemed to far gone to care though.

As lips meshed and tongues collided and danced heavily in unison. A mixture of deep moans accumulated from the pair, until Kyle finally pulled back with an intake of breath. He could help chuckling when hearing Cartman emit a gasp as well. Teeth playfully lingered before nipping at the egotistical nazi's bottom lip. Cartman never took the Jew for a biter; this new found discovery excited him.

"This just feels more right," Kyle finally exhaled, "as strange as that sounds, "he added sheepishly. Cartman could clearly see the dark shades of red on the Jew's cheeks. It made the fiery Jew look adorable, but it was time for Cartman to switch roles. Much as he enjoyed the red head trying to be domineering; that was to be his job. Letting out a soft guffaw, Cartman pushes up and rolls until the Jew is firmly pinned beneath his hulking mass. The switch in position took Kyle by surprise, earning some kind of 'meep' from the red head.

As Cartman now towered over Kyle, he grinned when noticing that face was now redder than before. "Y'know, Kahl…as sexy as it was, the whole dominant role isn't really your thing," he sneered.

Kyle quickly puffs his cheeks before trying to squirm from under Cartman's larger frame; which proved impossible. "Hmph! Well, in case you're wondering, fatass, I'm not exactly use to this sort of thing," argued Kyle.

Cartman's grin widens before he decides to lean down and bring his face inches away from his 'victim'. "Yeah? Well aren't you just the cutest little virgin," cooed the large jock.

"FUCK YO-!" The Jew's outburst is cut off by a set of strong moist lips engulfing his. Kyle's minor gasp only allowed the behemoth's tongue to slither in and once again explore more of Kyle's moist cavern. "Mmm.." their moans harmonized perfectly. Hands motioned and caressed through thin fabric as bodies pressed further against each other, eagerly. It was not until Cartman begin grinding his hips into that lithe frame pinned below that stimulation began to exert between them.

Kyle suddenly pulls from their heated kiss, tilting his head back. "Uuh f-fuck.."

"Feel that, Jew?" the jock huskily breathed into the other's neck before teeth soon gnawed onto sensitive flesh.

The sensation caused Kyle's fingers and toes to curl. His own slender hips instinctively buck upwards, earning a deep moan from his significant other. He could feel their already hardened members rubbing up against each other through their clothing. How Kyle wanted so badly to get rid of all these barriers preventing skin from touching skin. Choked moans continued to accumulate from the Jew as bulk hands suddenly gripped his waist. It took every fiber of will power to not illuminate the night air with his symphonies of pleasure. But the hulking behemoth towering over him wasn't exactly doing him any favors. Well, ok, that's not entirely true.

As the friction of thrust became fiercer, Kyle found his hands now tangled within brunet colored hair while lips locked and meshed with his former enemy. The pressure was building up around his groin; he could feel it and it was only making his throbbing member ache.

"E-Eric..I'm gonna.." he manages to choke out before lips once more mash against his own. Cartman's lips reluctantly pull back once more but travel down the Jew's chin, trailing kisses until reaching the boy's bare neck. As teeth once more bite onto sensitive flesh, Kyle's vision blurred into stars. It's was enough to make him reach his peak. In perfect unison, they reach satisfaction, not caring of the mess they would have to clean up later.

Both teens laid there, in a panting heap. Surprisingly to Kyle, he noticed Cartman was not placing his whole weight on him. After a short moment, said behemoth rolled off until he was situated beside the young Jew' panting form. He quickly fixes the makeshift blankets and pulls them over Kyle and himself. Before Kyle could fully recompose, an arm swings 'round his physique and pulls him into Carman's mass. Cartman was burning hot, and so was he; yet this didn't feel discomforting to the Jew. One thing's for sure though. Both will have to wake up pretty early if they wanna clean up the mess they made without peering eyes. But for now, both seemed too comfortable to care.

As Kyle settled his head on the other's chest, contently, he head a soft but audible sigh emit from the brunette. "Eric?"

Said behemoth doesn't look towards him, but he does respond softly. "So…stupid question. Especially after what we just did," he began. His face was turning slightly red. "Do you like that French guy?"

For a long eerie moment, Kyle didn't say a wor; nor did he seem to react. Cartman, or course, expected this kind of response and was already regretting having asked. But to his surprise, Kyle shifts slightly onto his side so that he's facing Cartman The red head's face wasn't really showing much emotion though.

"You're right, that's a stupid question," the Jew finally replied with a light scoff.

Cartman was a bit taken back. Definitely not the kind of response or reaction he was expecting after all. Cartman was so dumbfounded, he didn't even notice a small pearl skinned hand smoothing over his cheek. As warmth radiates over his face, the large brunette noticed Kyle's face enclosing towards his.

"I already told you, fa- Eric…this just feels more right," Kyle said softly; his warm breath bringing more heat to the jock's cheeks.

"Why?" He didn't know what brought him to ask that, but that single word managed to slip through his partially parted lips. Perhaps because, he, himself, wanted more reassurance. This could all be just a dream after all. A long, cruel, fantasy dream from which he never wants to wake up from.

Bright emeralds bore into deep copper, ministering almost. Before long, Cartman felt lips press onto his tenderly, before pulling away as fast as they came. "You're Eric T. Cartman," the Jew answered softly; his ennui gaze refusing to avert from the other teen's eyes. When he clearly read confusion in Cartman's eyes, Kyle continued on. "I don't know if this makes me…crazy, but…I find myself falling for you, more and more," he explained, "despite all the shit you've done to me in the past."

Cartman couldn't contain his laughter after hearing that last bit. "Well, y'know what they say about some bullies…they usually pick on those they secretly like," exclaimed Cartman.

"Does that mean you've like me since we were nine?" questions Kyle.

This made the large teen pause for a moment. Even though that statement came out from his own mouth, was it true? Has he really been crushing over Kyle all this time? Too blind to realize his true feelings towards the Jew; converting his feelings of 'love' into 'hate'?

Kyle didn't exactly wait long for an answer though. Seeing Cartman's face was enough of an answer. "Then I guess that makes me a masochist…or I'm going through Stockholm," he chuckled. He soon emits a soft gasp when the behemoth of a teen is once again hovering over him. But the Jew didn't complain; he slowly closes his eyes with passion and content as he felt Cartman's lips press onto his. Kyle has long lost count as to how many times they've kissed on this one night. But each one felt like his first. When was his first anyway? 'Oh right, that Rebecca girl,' he thought to himself as those heated lips pulled away. His eyes open to meet with placid yet endearing seeming coppers. That look of tenderness on the nazi's face should be considered taboo in Kyle's world.

"I don't understand you.." Kyle whispered against those swollen lips.

"No one has.."

Lithe arms quickly wrap around Cartman's neck, pulling the behemoth into another endearing kiss. "And no one ever will," Kyle whispers before locking their lips once more.

'I'm hoping to understand you someday though..'

A bit longer than I thought it would be, but again, hope you guys enjoyed it.

I wish to thank all my readers for their comments and concerns towards my work, and I guarantee this story won't die anytime soon!

Until the next chapter.