Author's Note: Well hello. It's been awhile. I've been really busy. My boyfriend got in a car accident in a storm, I finished the SPBB, have been working crazy hours, and actually... well I got engaged. I think. I mean I did, but it's like... this is the same as before. Anywho, so I've been pretty busy. But I hope to be back in action with this story- like I said I do have an ending for this, and actually it's kind of fast approaching. Huh. It's kind of weird! But like I've said before if anyone ever has any suggestions, go for it. I love to hear them- and thanks so much for all of your kind words and favorites and such :).


Never in their young, bright lives did they imagine being witness to this scene.

It was cringe-worthy. Absolutely revolting. The lowest of the low. And yet they both had deemed this completely appropriate to do; mostly in revenge on Kyle. Stan didn't really seem to care, so both Kenny and Butters decided they would let him have it easier. But it wasn't just Kyle and Stan that were involved, and it took a lot of convincing and some things both of them were ashamed to even think about doing for it to actually happen. But they were both so unbelievably happy with the results.

Because Kyle was finally aware of who he was messing with. He now knew that they knew how to use their resources, and weren't afraid to scrape the bottom of the barrel and dredge up one Eric T. Cartman.

"We're seriously doing this?" Cartman asked. It had been awhile since they had all seen him. He was still overweight, yes, but they all knew living with Wendy would seriously change his lifestyle. He had dropped some weight, but they realized although he still was round and flabby, it was beginning to turn into muscle rather than fat.

But Kenny knew all about him sneaking out for burgers or KFC. He kept quiet about it, just like Cartman had done for Kenny long ago.

"Yes," the dark blonde responded and looked to Butters, who just looked overjoyed at having his two first best friends in the same room again. "Come on, you said you would. And you always wanted this to happen. He won't realize it's you- he'll think it's Stan, that'll make him even more eager."

"Jesus fucking Christ," Cartman grumbled and looked thoroughly disgusted.

"Oh, so now he's gay and your eight year old wishes are moot?" Butters couldn't help but say. Cartman glared at him; he didn't like that Butters had started to stick up for himself and say his opinion. Actually he did like it, because other than having someone to manipulate and do all of the nasty things his friends wouldn't because they were aware of the moral injustice behind it, he kind of rooted for the underdog. He was constantly made fun of for being fat and he hated it, so he was strong. When he knew Butters was made fun of just by being... well... him, he wanted to show him in the worst way possible how to be strong.

With the help of Kenny, who had a different air of confidence in his looks but his own kind of torment, lack of expectations, and pity from being the poor kid, Butters learned that he was worth something. And his strongest trait was that he was so nice; he saw the good in everyone. He still did; even when his parents abandoned him. It amazed Cartman, although he would never say it, and he was actually supportive of Kenny and Butters rather than Stan and Kyle- that was too cliche.

But seeing Butters mouth off to him and seem very confident was both a proud moment and one where he wanted to punch him in the jaw. It was nice to know he and Kenny didn't royally screw up and turn him into a heartless monster like he knew they were both capable of doing; just ask Professor Chaos.

"Fine, fine, this is sick..."

"Think of this as dominance," Kenny mumbled, with a smirk to Butters, who bit his knuckles. Cartman rolled his eyes and sneered at them before he opened the door to Kyle and Stan's room.

"And you just have to do it 'til he wakes up," Butters whispered as Cartman approached the bed.

They all stared at the couple. Both were passed out; Stan looked as if he was having a bad dream, and he clutched Kyle's arm. Kyle had an arm around the raven's back and his curly hair clung to his forehead as he sweated in his sleep.

Kenny and Butters both watched Cartman, who stared the auburn-haired man with surprise.

"Guys, this is actually happening," he whispered. Butters sent a grin to Kenny, who bit back his own smile.

"Told you," Butters mouthed, earning a hair ruffle. He tightened his arm around Kenny and averted his eyes when Cartman pulled down his pants.

"I'm finally getting Kyle to suck my balls. The real Kyle."

"Uh-huh," Kenny said in amusement.

He was proud of Butters for thinking of this. Of course, it was mildly terrifying because this was lower than pond scum, and he wondered what Butters could potentially drag up for him to endure, but for now this was brilliant. That was something for Future Kenny to worry about; for now he could applaud his brilliant work and watch in absolute enjoyment as Kyle would freak out and potentially beat up Cartman. As long as they avoided his fiery fury then they would be enjoying this far more than they thought was possible.

"Look at the fucking Jew, it's like he's asking for it."

Butters rolled his eyes and gave a look to Kenny, who bit back a snicker.

"Just do it, Cartman," he mumbled, earning a huff and the wave of his hands.

"I am, I am, give me a moment." Butters turned to Kenny and gave a disgusted look.

"I hear noises," he whined, burrowing his head in his chest. The taller of the two patted his back.

"Seriously, fatass, hurry up," Kenny grumbled, threading his fingers through Butters' soft hair. Cartman looked back at him and flipped him off.

"You can't rush perfection!"

"Why, 'cause you'll come before he even touches 'em?"

"Ey!" Kenny and Cartman both clammed up when Kyle mumbled in his sleep and stirred when hearing Cartman's uproar. Stan opened an eye and blinked in confusion when he saw Kenny and Butters. Both blondes froze as his hazel eyes slid over to Kyle, and widened when he saw Cartman's naked form hovering above his husband.

He covered his mouth and scrambled out of bed, completely speechless. Butters and Kenny looked to each other, in hopes that the other would come up with an excuse to stem off his sometimes violent anger. Except, he stood back with them, and crossed his arms over his stomach.

"I gotta see this." Butters' jaw dropped at Stan's admission, and Kenny couldn't help but let out an astonished guffaw. They looked to him as if he had lost his mind, and he chuckled. "Seriously, do you not remember how many times we heard this argument? Kyle's gonna do it, and he's gonna be pissed about it. But Cartman will finally get his childhood wish." Kenny considered those words, and grimaced.

"So it's like... our childhood is over." Three pairs of eyes turned to him, and he bit his lip, "once Cartman does this... the last thing that let us be kids is like... gone. And then we're adults, and we're gonna get old and fat and grey and then die." Butters gave Kenny a look and held his hands.

"We can't be kids forever," the bright blonde finally said, "and what perfect way to step into the shoes of the real world than by having Kyle suck Eric's balls?" Stan smiled a little but Kenny's words struck a chord in him. Of course, that moment would be forgotten when Kyle would chase Cartman through the house and beat the royal living shit out of him. But at the end of the night they would think about it. They weren't kids anymore. Soon they'd be parents, or as old as their parents; would they be as stupid as them?

As they looked at Cartman, who pressed himself just against Kyle's lips and raised a triumphant fist in the air, Stan's question was answered.

Yes. Yes they would be as stupid as them. If not more-so. And that scared the living shit out of him.

But he looked to Kenny and Butters, who were laughing so hard they had tears streaming down their faces and held each other tightly to stay standing. At least they would be stupid together. And they would be able to at least stop each other from gambling their money away, throwing your family away for a mid-life crisis, becoming alcoholic drug dealers, grounding their children for no apparent reason, or for abandoning their children.

"Yes, suck my beautiful balls, you greedy little Jew." Stan made a face and shook his head as Butters suddenly grew a little ashen-faced. Kenny was still laughing though, and the other two couldn't help but giggle with his contagious laughter. Butters was right- in order to say goodnight to their childhood and fully step into adult-hood, having Cartman get his way was perfect.

"Mmph mmm mmph?!" Kenny snickered as he understood Kyle's declaration of surprise. Cartman screamed in pain, and fell on the ground, clutching his boys, and the redhead stood straight up. He bolted out of the room with his hand over his mouth, and Stan's eyes widened as he heard his retching from the bathroom.

"Holy shit, dude," he gasped, "he actually ralphed!" Butters watched as Cartman writhed on the floor with his legs curled to his chest; he was impressed he could actually do that.

"Eric, are you okay?" Kenny asked, as if he read Butters' mind.

"He-" Cartman gasped with a teary voice, "he bit me!"

The three witnesses roared with laughter at that, and Kenny discreetly handed Butters' a twenty dollar bill.

Kyle sluggishly walked into the room looking sick and furious at the three of them.

"Good morning, honey," Stan offered meekly, earning a snarl and a death glare as Kyle kicked Cartman before walking over to them. The lump on the groaned moaned woefully and they all backed up as Kyle approached.

"You sick... fucking... freaks," Kyle growled as he looked at Butters and Kenny, who wore angelic smiles and bright innocent eyes. "Don't give me that fucking shit, you... that was... I can't believe you. I'm so angry I can't even speak."

"That's a first," Cartman said with a muffled voice from the floor. Kyle whipped his head around.

"I have never felt so violated. You... I can't believe you did that."

"Oh, come on, Ky," Stan finally said, giving him a blank look, "how is this any different than the time you put a stretched and lotion-filled condom next to Cartman's asshole? He was terrified and you said it was because he was ignorant."

"Damn fucking right I was!"

"He is ignorant!" Butters rolled his eyes and took Kenny's hand in his.

"We're not sorry, if that's what you're after," Cartman even popped up from behind the bed when he heard Butters' snappy tone. Kyle looked at him as if he had just been slapped. "You lit fire to our junk. And yesterday you set mouse traps around our entire room and played the sound of a machine gun firing off of our surround sound because you know Kenny is sound sensitive." Kenny shuffled his feet and looked down at that. It was self-explanatory as to why, except they didn't ever remember. So he didn't like it being brought up. "So if you think us asking Cartman to finally get you to suck his balls is a violation, then talk to the welts we both have from the mouse traps. Or our burned bed and clothes. Besides, you guys did this to me at that party in sophomore year. Did I complain? No, I laughed because you all laughed. Because if I said I felt violated you would've called me a melvin."

"Butters," Kyle began, looking defeated, "I-"

"No," Butters shook his head, "I don't think I want to do this anymore. I forfeit. You win." Stan looked between the blonde, who looked ready to cry and scream, and the redhead, who was paler than a ghost.

"Butters, wait!" the auburn-haired man started as he watched the bright blonde exit the room. Kenny cast him a look before he went after Butters, leaving Stan and Cartman to wonder what the hell just happened.

"Well," the brunette said in total surprise, "I think that was the end of our childhood." Stan gave a solemn nod to his old friend and turned to Kyle, who was both fuming and miserable.

"Are you okay?" Stan asked, Kyle shook his head.

"No, now I feel like shit because he's right. I forgot about sophomore year, I feel like a fucking hypocrite."

"We're all hypocrites," Stan assured, "we all do shit we criticize. And you gotta admit, that was a genius idea on his part." Kyle sighed and smiled a little as he sent Cartman a look.

"I suppose."

"YES!" The overweight and stocky man on the floor yelled, "he consents! I WIN!" Kyle rolled his eyes and smiled affectionately before he squeezed Stan's hand.

"I'm gonna go talk to Butters, he-"

"Kinny's with him," Cartman said; he wanted Butters to have a moment to vent and calm down because damn he was a little proud of his outburst. And he was pretty sure Kenny had it covered. After all, he was the one Cartman himself went to when he was furious.

But Kyle ignored him and walked out of the bedroom and to the front door. He made his way down the steps and found Butters and Kenny standing outside of the complex. Butters had a rare cigarette between his fingers and Kenny was sitting on the ledge as he looked to Butters, who was running his mouth with a fury that Kyle had never seen.

"-thinks that's what violation is then he's sorely fucking mistaken! I can't believe he would say something like that, as if this has never been a possibility! He agreed to sucking his fucking balls. He even had a fucking dream about being with Cartman, it's not like it's never crossed hid god-damn holier than thou mind!"

"Lee, c'mon, he doesn't know about that."

"And why not?! 'Cause he'd turn it around as if it was a learning experience! Yeah, like being raped by your God-damn uncle and not talking about it to anyone is a real fucking learning experience. Learn for next time. Don't be so afraid to tell someone- right, because he had controlling parents who... who would've said it was my God damn fault?! Talk about fucking violation!"

"Baby, I-"

"Don't baby me, I'm fucking pissed! I'm not a BABY!" Butters shouted, "I'm sorry, I didn't know a harmless prank was a breach of trust. As if burning my fucking nuts wasn't a breach of trust."

Kenny's eyes settled on Kyle, who suddenly couldn't breathe. What the hell did he just walk in on? And how the hell did Kenny know he was there?

"I know you're not a baby, you're the strongest person I know. Listen, I don't know if this is the best time to talk about this. I just think-"

"I don't fucking care..." Butters sobbed now, "I'm fucking hurt. I wouldn't have done that if I realized Kyle really didn't consent. This is my fault, I-" Kenny shook his head and brushed his hair back.

"No, no it isn't. Don't do this, it was just a prank. It was hilarious. And Kyle doesn't know about your uncle, Kyle just... he can be a bitch sometimes." He glanced to the complex and saw the redhead had disappeared. "But you are not in the wrong, okay? You have every right to be angry and hurt. Besides, Cartman has waited fourteen years for that."

"But we were kids, it was a stupid idea because-" Kenny shook his head. "I... I was just a kid. We didn't understand... Kenny, I didn't understand it was wrong. I thought he loved me very much, and... and that's why he did that. I thought-"

"Leopold, you were seven. You couldn't have made a choice. But wanna know something?"

"H-hmm?"

"I love you. Very much. And I'm not going to let anything like that happen to you again. You're safe, okay? You're safe right here." Butters shook as Kenny wrapped his arms around him and held him tight. Kenny breathed in his scent and pressed a kiss to his temple. "This thing... with Stan and Kyle, it's gonna tear us apart." Butters nodded, "you and Kyle are like... brothers. I just think that you're right. We have to stop this. Okay?" Butters nodded against him.

"Before we... we go back up... can you..." he trailed off quietly, sounding like a little kid. It always broke Kenny's heart when he looked at him and sounded the way he did when he cried. "Can you just... hold me?" The dark blonde man nodded and hummed as he lifted Butters in his lap and cradled him protectively.