Unlike the previous chapters, where each chapter begins on a new day, Craig's chapter is going to pick pretty much where we left off with Kyle. Gasp! Something different?! Yeah, I know, but the day had barely begun, so there's that. But we finally get to really dive into how Craig is feeling about the whole situation!
Also, I just want to quickly say; not all of Tweek's parts are just rape scenes. The next one won't be at least.
Chapter 7 – Craig
Craig felt his heart racing in his chest. Black hair. The next three victims all had black hair. While there was no guarantee he would be kidnapped next, or at all, but he couldn't help but feel worried. When he and Stan left Kyle's house, Craig was grateful that their houses were in the same direction so they could walk together. It felt safer that way. And when Stan separated from him, as they arrived at his house first, Craig ran the rest of the way home.
When Craig came into his living room, his sister, Tricia was sitting on the couch, watching TV. She didn't even look at her brother as he entered.
"Token and Clyde called like seven times, and Jimmy called once," she informed him.
"Really guys?" Craig sighed, sitting down next to his sister, "It's barely past noon." Lately, Craig was having a hard time dealing with Token and Clyde being in the same place at the same time. Ever since he had stopped Clyde from attacking Token, they weren't getting along, and Craig desperately wanted to know why. Why couldn't they just make up already? Life was already hard enough at the moment without two of his closest friends fighting.
Wondering if Jimmy knew anything about it, (and to reward him for only calling once), Craig called him back. He picked up on the second ring.
"Hello?" Jimmy answered.
"Hey Jimmy, it's Craig."
"O-oh, hey Craig! I was w-wondering when y-you'd call back," Jimmy said.
"Sorry, I was out," Craig told him, "Did you need something?"
"N-nah, I just wanted to chat," Jimmy answered honestly, "It's been so t-tense since Tweek disappeared. And Clyde and Token a-arguing all the time really isn't h-helping."
"That's exactly how I feel," Craig responded with a sigh, "Do you know why they've been fighting?"
"Not really," Jimmy confessed, "I j-just know they f-fight more in private than they do in f-front of us. Maybe it has to do with one of us, or m-maybe they just d-don't want to upset us."
"Well, if it's the latter, then they're doing a crap job," Craig said. He heard Jimmy let out a small chuckle.
"Boy, I'll say," he stated. They decided to switch topics and chatted for a while before Jimmy had to hang up. After that, Craig felt a little better, having gotten his mind off things for a while, but he was no closer to learning why Clyde and Token were fighting.
As much as Craig wanted to just ask either of them, he had a feeling that neither of them would give him a straight answer, or they would make something up. Sighing, he flopped down and stretched himself out on the couch, his sister having gone upstairs to her room. He groaned when he heard a knock on the door.
"It's open!" he called. Right now, he was too tired to care if it was the kidnapper or not.
Clyde came into the room a moment later. "You really shouldn't let people know your front door is open," he said when he came in, "You never know what kind of sicko might hear you and come in."
"Whatever," Craig muttered, draping an arm across his eyes. He heard Clyde walk over and felt him sit on the edge of the couch.
"Are you ok?" Clyde asked, "You look kind of tired, and you never called me back."
"I was out," Craig replied, "I decided to go for an early morning walk, and I ran into Stan and Kyle."
"What were they doing?" Clyde wondered.
"They decided to start their own investigation into the kidnappings," Craig explained, "You know, since our police suck at their jobs? So, I offered to help them."
He felt Clyde suddenly shift on the couch. "Why would you want to help those guys?" he asked in his most nonchalant voice. Craig raised his arm to look at him.
"Because I want to find out what happened to Tweek!" he hissed testily, "Whether he's dead or alive, I want to believe there's some hope that I'll see him again!" Craig felt tears coming to his eyes, but he quickly wiped them away. "I know he's still alive. I just have to find him." He let out a shuddering breath and covered his eyes again.
Clyde shifted on the couch, and Craig suddenly felt his friend lay on top of him. He moved his arm back to his side as Clyde stared down at him.
"I'm sorry," he murmured, "I didn't mean to upset you. You're right. If there's a chance you can find Tweek, you should take it."
Craig sighed and let his head fall back. He let out a small gasp when a moment later he felt Clyde start to kiss his neck. His breath hitched and he found himself involuntarily clutching Clyde's jacket. Clyde kissed deeper, running his mouth along Craig's throat, and Craig took a sharp breath.
"Clyde," Craig said softly, "Why are you doing this?"
There was a pause as Clyde stopped his movements, his lips hovering above Craig's throat. "What do you mean?" he asked cautiously.
"I know you're not just kissing me to make me feel better," Craig told him, "When we were kids you would comfort me by hugging me, and complimenting me. But recently you just keep kissing me and whispering in my ear. Why?"
He felt Clyde smirk against his skin. "Isn't it obvious?" he wondered, "Well, I wanted to wait until later to tell you, but I guess I might as well say it now." He paused to take a breath. "I love you, Craig," he whispered, "And I don't mean as a friend. I'm deeply in love with you. I want to be with you, and always be by your side."
Craig opened his mouth to reply, but no words came out. In the moment of silence, Clyde raised his head so he could kiss Craig directly on the lips. Because Craig still had his mouth open when it happened, it allowed Clyde easy access to slip his tongue inside. Craig felt a weird sort of tremor run through his body. No one had ever put their tongue in his mouth before. He and Tweek preferred more sweet, romantic closed-mouth kisses.
Clyde suddenly moaned into Craig's mouth, and Craig trembled again. He couldn't say he wasn't enjoying this. Clyde was an excellent kisser, and knew how to make him feel good. But Craig couldn't help but feel guilty, knowing he was betraying Tweek by letting Clyde do this. He could feel Clyde's tongue exploring his mouth, moving slowly, and tasting every inch of him. He felt Clyde slowly move his hands to caress his neck as he kissed him deeper.
As Clyde's kisses slowly grew more passionate and heated, Craig suddenly felt him grind against his hips, and Craig quickly shoved him away, gasping. "Clyde! I can't do this!" he exclaimed. Clyde stared down at him confusion.
"Why not?" he wondered. Craig sighed.
"I'm still in love with Tweek," he explained, "I know he's still alive out there, and I can't betray him like this. I love him too much to cheat on him with my best friend."
Clyde's expression grew dark for a moment, but it was gone before Craig could really see it. "Tweek's not here right now," he pointed out, "He'll never know."
But Craig still hesitated. "I can't," he said in a soft voice. Clyde suddenly looked desperate.
"It's not like I'm asking you to have sex with me!" he argued, "Please, Craig! I've loved you for such a long time! Just let me kiss you! And I promise, if- I mean when they find Tweek I will never touch you again. I need to be with you!"
Staring up into Clyde's eyes, Craig could see the lust and love he had for him. It actually rather frightened Craig a little to know that his best friend was so deeply in love with him all this time and he never knew. Taking a shuddering breath, Craig closed his eyes.
"Ok," he whispered.
Without a moment's hesitation, Clyde leaned down and kissed him again. All his breath left his body as Clyde kissed him deeply. He felt Clyde slowly wrap his arms around him so he could press Craig closer to his body. He felt a single shiver run up his spine as Clyde kissed him again and again. As Craig lay there, letting Clyde kiss him deeper and more passionately, he wondered just how long Clyde planned to kiss him for.
…
Later that night, after Clyde had finally stopped kissing Craig, the two went upstairs to bed. Again, Craig felt a weird sensation run through him as Clyde laid down next to him. It wasn't that they hadn't slept in each other's beds before, but knowing how Clyde really felt about him made Craig wonder if there had always been more to Clyde sleeping really close to him or not. He had his back turned to Clyde, and Clyde had his arms wrapped around his waist, his torso pressed against his back, and face buried in the back of his neck. Craig shivered slightly as he felt Clyde's warm breath on his neck.
When he finally fell asleep, he felt uneasy. A sudden sense of dread suddenly overcame him, and he had no idea why. Craig couldn't even tell if he was asleep or not, as he felt his breathing get harder and his heart beat start racing. He could hear someone calling out for him, and it took him a moment to place the voice. That sweet voice that he hadn't heard in almost a week. The one who kept him up at night.
It was Tweek, crying out for help, calling to him. Craig wanted to reach for him, but he had no idea where either of them were. Where was Tweek? And where was Craig? Tweek sounded sad and confused, and Craig wanted nothing more than to hold him in his arms and comfort him. He suddenly felt like Tweek was being taken away from and Craig called out to him desperately. Everything was quiet for a moment.
Suddenly, Craig felt a horrible and immense pressure inside of him, making him cry out with fear and pain. It was incredibly uncomfortable, and he felt the pressure moving inside him. Gasping, he thrashed around, trying to make the pain go away, but it was only getting worse. He heard someone, he was pretty sure it was Tweek, cry out, and he cried out along with him. He felt someone trying to restrain him, but he was writhing too much to calm down.
"CRAIG!" two voices called at once. Craig felt tears coming to his eyes as he suddenly realized what was happening. What this feeling was. He let out a single, pained, mourned cry, and suddenly his shoulders were pinned down and his eyes snapped open.
Clyde was hovering over him, pinning him down, and breathing hard. His eyes were wide with worry as he stared down at him. "Craig," he breathed, "Are you ok? You were having some sort of nightmare, and I couldn't wake you. You were talking in your sleep and thrashing around, and I just barely got you to stay still."
Staring up at his friend in shock, Craig suddenly flung himself forward, throwing his arms around Clyde in a tight hug. Shocked, Clyde gently hugged him back, and became concerned when he felt Craig starting to shiver. Clyde slowly started rubbing his back to comfort him and whispered in his ear.
"It's ok, Craig, you're ok," Clyde assured him quietly, "It was just a nightmare. You'll be fine. Everything is fine."
"But it wasn't just a nightmare," Craig whispered, "I heard Tweek. He was calling out to me, but I couldn't find him. He sounded so sad and frightened." He paused as another tremor ran through him, and Clyde held him tighter. "Then I felt like he was being taken away from me. And then, I suddenly felt something inside of me, something that wasn't supposed to be there."
Craig paused and took a deep breath. "Clyde," he said in a tiny voice, "I think Tweek is being raped."
He felt Clyde's entire body tense up. It was several moments before he spoke. "It was just a dream, Craig," he argued, "You can't be certain that wherever Tweek is he's being raped."
"But this isn't the first time something like this has happened," Craig countered, "I've been having these dreams nearly every night this week. They keep getting more vivid and real." He felt the tears start to come back to his eyes. "I think Tweek is in danger. I have to save him."
Clyde gently nestled his face into Craig's neck. "The best thing you can do for Tweek right now is get some sleep," he told him, "You can't get anything done if you're tired. In the morning we can go with Stan and Kyle to investigate more."
Shaking, Craig nodded, and Clyde gently brought him back down on the bed. He leaned over and kissed Craig deeply on the mouth before pulling away. "Good-night, Craig," he whispered, "I love you."
Craig didn't reply, but lightly gripped the sleeve of Clyde's shirt for comfort. He gently pressed his forehead against his friend's shoulder and closed his eyes, falling into a troubled, but dreamless sleep.
…
When Craig woke the next morning, he saw that Clyde was still lying beside him, his arms tightly wrapped around him. Clyde had his face pressed to his neck and was gently stroking Craig's arm comfortingly. Craig let out a hefty sigh. He still felt tired, and his strange nightmare from last night came back to him. He shuddered slightly. Clyde had said it was only a dream, but Craig felt like it was so much more. But what could it possibly mean?
Clyde stirred beside him, moaning a little, and stretching out his arms and legs. Then he relaxed again and noticed that Craig was awake. "Morning," he greeted, "Sleep anymore last night?"
"Not really," Craig muttered, "I didn't really get any restful sleep, at least."
"I'm sorry," Clyde replied. He leaned over and lightly kissed Craig's neck. "Is it all right if I use your shower?" he wondered.
"Be my guest," Craig answered, shrugging, "I'm going to use these few minutes to try to get a little more sleep." He felt Clyde nod and kiss him again before he got out of bed. As Craig rolled over to go back to sleep, he heard Clyde go over to his dresser. Craig knew his friend had left some clothes over here from their many sleep overs, so it didn't surprise Craig that Clyde was going through his dresser.
Craig fell back asleep before he even heard the shower turn on. When he woke up again, Clyde was back on the bed beside him, gently rubbing his arm. His hair was still a bit damp, but he was fully dressed. Craig blinked at him.
"How long was I out?" he wondered. Clyde shrugged.
"About half an hour, at least," he replied.
Groaning, Craig rolled back over, turning away from Clyde. He wasn't very surprised when he felt Clyde lean over and start kissing his neck. He still wasn't used to feeling his friend's lips on him, though. He was a little surprised when Clyde suddenly took his shoulders and gently turned him so he could kiss his lips. Craig closed his eyes and let Clyde kiss him. He tried to stop himself from drifting back to sleep, but it was rather hard since he was still tired.
His eyes snapped open when Clyde forced his tongue into his mouth, the tiredness gone. Clyde tilted his head to kiss him deeper and wrapped his arms around Craig's back and waist to pull him closer. Craig felt his breath hitch by how deeply Clyde was kissing him. When Clyde pulled back slightly to catch his breath, Craig turned away so he could speak.
"Are you just planning on kissing me all day?" he asked.
Clyde grinned at him. "That was the plan," he replied in a mischievous voice. He leaned down and started kissing Craig's neck again. Craig sighed.
"I really wanted to get some work done today, Clyde," he told him, "Stan, Kyle, and I were on to something, and I think we might start actually getting somewhere."
Clyde stopped kissing him to look at him. "What did you find?" he wondered.
"We realized that the first three kids who were taken all had blond hair," Craig explained, "We think the kidnapper might be the same person who was kidnapping teens in North Park ten years ago. We realized that he took three kids of each hair color, and we think he might start taking kids with black hair next."
He felt Clyde stiffen on top of him. "You have black hair," he pointed out quietly.
Craig sighed slightly. "I know," he said, "Don't worry about me, though. I'm sure I'll be fine." There was a spark of worry in Clyde's eyes.
"I can't help but worry about you when you say that!" he said, "I don't want you to get kidnapped as well! I would be devastated!"
"Then why don't you go with me to meet Stan and Kyle?" Craig suggested, "We were going to go to Kenny's house and look around there for anything the police might have missed. That way, I won't be walking alone."
Clyde allowed a smile to creep onto his face and leaned down to give him a gentle kiss. "Of course I'll go with you," he replied, "I want to help you. When are you meeting Stan and Kyle?"
Craig glanced over at the digital clock on his nightstand. It read 10:30. "We were going to meet at one," he answered, "So Stan has plenty of time to unwind a little after church, and apparently the service at the synagogue goes until 12:30." Clyde grinned.
"So, you don't have anything to do until then?" he asked. Craig sighed a little.
"I guess not," he replied.
Clyde's grin widened. "I know something we can do until then," he said playfully. Not surprisingly, he leaned down and started kissing Craig deeply.
The main point of this chapter was 1: have Clyde confess his true feelings for Craig, and 2: really show the deep love that connects Tweek and Craig. I wanted to show just how deep their love is, that they can tell when the other is in danger or hurt. I know that might sound kind of silly or unrealistic, but it's South Park. I feel like that's allowed. Anyway, leave a review and tell me your theories about who it might be and what's going on!
