Sorry it's been a lot longer than I thought it would be. I went NUTS and my agoraphobia got worse and you'd think "Oh, well if he's stuck indoors all day he'd write more" but LOLNOPE.

Cartman stood on the precipice of the rust-red cliff as the dry gulley yawned open deeper beneath and further beyond than he could ever hope to see. Flames that licked all around and distant screams of terror did not move him. The miasma of sulphur and death irritated his eyes but he held them open. His attention was engrossed by the figure on the other side, mirroring and opposing him in white and gold with soft and full-feathered wings.

Faceless, but Cartman knew all too well who it was.

He rubbed his eyes with the heel of his hand as the dream faded. Kyle was sprawled across his chest, rising and falling with his imitation breathing. Cartman toyed with the damp curls that tickled his chin. Basketball, sex in a shed, looking after Butters, and then falling straight into bed without time for a shower meant Kyle reeked but Cartman didn't mind in the slightest. He'd pound Kyle into the mattress quite happily given the chance, smell or no smell. It was the stickiness that was bothering him.

Cartman moved a hand under Kyle's boxers and pawed at his rear. "Dude, you're all sweaty, wake up."

"Don't grope me in my sleep, you pervert."

"Then wake up so's I can grope you in consciousness."

Kyle finally lifted his head and blinked bloodshot eyes at him. "What time is it?"

"Almost seven."

"Fuck… I need a shower before dinner. I'm so gross."

"Still hot though," said Cartman. He hadn't let go of Kyle's plump cheeks and he gleefully slapped them together. "Let's do something that'll really earn that shower."

Kyle was fully awake now. "No fucking way. I think I'm coming down with something – I'm exhausted. 'Sides my whole family's home."

"Just a quick handy-jay. You must've jerked it before with your family around."

"Okay but…" Kyle glanced at his door. "It better be quick. If you edge me or anything I'll kill you all over again." He was tossed gracelessly onto his back as Cartman dove under the covers becoming nothing more than a sniggering lump moving secretively beneath. Kyle stuffed his blankets between his teeth like a horse's bit to stifle any noise that might fly out and kept a wary eye on his bedroom door. Already Cartman had lied to him about his intent on just a wank; Kyle could feel his tongue sliding its way down his stomach to his dick. He would have been angry, should have been angry, except he forget everything but the word 'God' the moment Cartman flicked the tip of his tongue against his slit.

There was a rapping at the door. "Bubby? Are you up?"

Shit fuck shit. Kyle pulled the blanket from his mouth. "Yeah, ma."

"I can vouch for that," said Cartman and then sucked the head of Kyle's cock back into his mouth again.

"Shut up," Kyle groaned and to their horror the door opened. Cartman bolted upright as the blankets dropped down through his body and Kyle sat in a way he hoped disguised his erection.

"Don't you have a lock on your door, you dumb shit?" Cartman snapped.

"No," Kyle snapped back in a whisper.

Sheila tilted her head. "No what, Kyle?"

"Nothing ma, I was just…"

"Talking to yourself again?" His mother clasped her hands together in worry.

"Ma, you promised that if I got rid of lock on the door for fire safety you'd knock before coming in."

"I did knock, bubby."

Kyle immediately gave up. His mother never saw anything wrong in what she did especially when it came to him. No matter how inconvenienced he was, or if his opinion differed, or if he was definitely in the right. Oh God, Kyle thought, looking at Cartman. I'm dating my mom.

"I wanted to tell you dinner will be ready in a half hour," she said, interrupting his horrible realisation.

"Thanks ma, I'll go clean up now."

"Bubby…"

The two boys looked at her curiously. She sounded strained.

"Did Mrs. Cartman talk to you earlier? A neighbour said she stopped by."

"Oh yeah…" Kyle said. Now Cartman was looking at him curiously. "She just wanted to see how I was doing. I think now that everything's… over… she's kinda lonely."

"I see. That's fine then." Sheila backed out of the room. "Oh and Kyle? I understand you're a young man and it's natural to play with your bulbul now and then, but you should be a little more discreet."

She pulled the door closed and Kyle hid under his blankets in utter mortification whilst Cartman screamed with laughter and fell onto the floor landing on his hat. "Oh man! Oh dude, I can't breathe!"

"You don't need to," Kyle growled. "You fucking asshole."

"Speaking of fucking assholes-"

"No, no way."

Cartman crawled back onto the bed, pulled the covers from Kyle's head and pouted theatrically at him. "Pwweaaase? Or at least we can finish what we started?"

Kyle held a strict finger in front of his face. "Just hands, clothes stay on, and if you're not done in five then you're on your own."

"Jesus Kahl, might as well cut a hole in a sheet and fuck missionary from now on."

"Take it or leave it. I need to shower and set the table before dinner."

Cartman would take it no question. He tugged Kyle's shirt to bring him closer for a kiss and it wasn't long before they were rutting together on their sides. Satisfying enough, but Cartman preferred fucking. He didn't feel nearly as close to Kyle as he'd like to be when they were in this position. He needed to be in Kyle, or better yet maybe Kyle in him just to mix things up. He had offered already, and the idea did intrigue him; always had. Kyle might be more acquiescent to staying a little longer if he made that suggestion.

Or he could surprise him. If it weren't for his wings it wouldn't take much effort to scoot back and let Kyle fuck the demon out of him. Just as he was considering flipping over Kyle shuddered against him and Cartman mumbled, "Maybe next time," into his curls and wiped a seeded hand onto the sheets.

"Cartman, don't do that! That's disgusting!" said Kyle with a cry of dismay and he reached for his box of tissues on his night stand and fervently dabbed at the stain with a tissue. "I only just changed these sheets."

"You're the one who slept in them covered in sport and sex sweat. What's one little spooge stain going to do?"

"I only fell asleep like that because I was tired. But whatever, you never listen to me," said Kyle with a huff. "I'm going to go shower."

"Wow, not even a thank you."

"It's not like I commanded you to jerk me off, Cartman. You didn't have to."

"Not like I got anything else to do."

"Sorry I'm such a chore."

Cartman rolled his eyes. "I just meant it's not like I have any other choices. You're the only one I can fuck." Upon seeing Kyle's face harden he immediately regretted his words.

"So, given the choice…" Kyle's lip trembled but he kept his eyes dry.

"That's not what I-"

"Yes it is. Tell me Cartman – would this be happening with pretty much anybody else? It would, wouldn't it? I'm not special, I'm convenient. Better yet you're probably thinking I Stockholmed you."

"Don't act like such a fucking victim," Cartman spat. "You look me in the eye and tell me we'd have fucked six months ago, three months ago. You can't, can you?"

Kyle simply glared at the blue and yellow beanie still crumpled on the floor.

"You only talked to me when I was alive whenever you had to. But the second I'm dead you're all over me. I don't get it. You spread your legs pretty easily for someone you hate."

"Not as easily as I spread them for Kenny," Kyle shot back.

Cartman's wings retracted against his shoulders. "The fuck did you say?"

"You think you're the first?" Kyle said smugly, finally staring him down. "You're not even the second."

"I didn't realise I was dating the village bike," Cartman hissed.

"Don't be so fucking pathetic, Cartman. You don't own me. I'm allowed to have a life outside of you."

"I'm not."

Kyle's hands flew up to his mouth in realisation. "Cartman… sorry, I shouldn't have…"

"Fuck you. Everyone else has."

Kyle threw up his hands in exasperation and made for the door. Cartman caught his arm and twisted it behind, drawing him back to the bed. Kyle glared as he was held against Cartman's solid frame.

"We're not done here," Cartman said coldly.

"I am." Kyle felt the fingers around his arms tighten but there was no pain. "You gonna hit me, Cartman? That the kind of boyfriend you're going to be after all we've been through? Go ahead, you can't hurt me anyway."

Cartman closed his eyes and remembered Pip trembling on the floor. Damien leering above. How easily he could picture himself stood over Kyle with his own black sneaker digging into his chest as he cried.

"But just remember," Kyle whispered, "that I had a memory of you being better than this. At least the potential to be."

Cartman released him and looked past the other boy to the bright beanie on the floor. "Or maybe you just liked me better dead. When I couldn't disprove your misplaced faith in me." He snatched the hat up and put it back on his head where it morphed once again into its horned configuration. "You need to face facts. I'm a demon, Kyle."

"What's that got to do with anything?"

But Cartman just shrugged and walked through the door and out of the house, ignoring Kyle's calls for him to come back and talk. His wings flapped agitatedly. He walked a little down the road towards his house and hit upon an idea for letting off a little steam and some sweet revenge. He ran inside his home and up to his room before Kyle could figure out where he went and chase after him.

There, rooting around in the bottom of his closet, was Butters.

Next Chapter:

"What, my minion and my boyfriend not enough - you got to fuck my mom too?"