"Cartman. Cartman, stop it. GODDAMNIT CARTMAN STOP." Kyle's fists came up fast, but Cartman easily caught them and with a satisfactory thump, slammed them against the tile wall. His arms still shook violently, though, which just made it so much better for Eric. He grinned.
God, that grin. Kyle was sick of seeing it.
"Why should I?" Cartman said, leaning down again to Kyle's jaw line, and biting hard on the already sore skin below his ear. "You like it. Admit it." He worked his way up to the Jew's chin. Kyle didn't say anything, lost for words.
"I said, 'Admit it'. It wasn't a suggestion, Jew." Eric's knee came up slowly and pressed against Kyle's crotch, making the other boy hiss. He smirked at the noise and went down to teeth Kyle's Adam's apple.
By now, Kyle was dizzy. This had been going on since last period when Cartman caught him in the hall and held him captive in the bathroom. They had been playing this game ever since and now lunch just ended. Cartman would bite Kyle, Kyle would get sick of it and try and stop him, Cartman would defeat him, and they would continue.
Apparently, no one ever went in this bathroom. Kyle had never been there, as far as he could tell.
But, his vision was blurred, for a few reasons. Cartman told him that his glasses are his forever, for one thing. The light was flickering a lot, which strained what bit of vision he had. Also; Cartman was biting hard. It made his eyes water. He knew that if Eric had bit just a little harder, he would break the skin.
If he wasn't humiliated enough as it was, Cartman just had to be so damn smug about it.
Kyle felt the pressure on his crotch get harder and knew Cartman must have still been waiting for his answer.
He wondered shortly how Cartman could focus on biting a guy in such even motions and kneeing that same guy at the same time and not have his conscious get at him for it.
The answer was simple: Cartman had no conscious.
"Just say it. Just say, 'Yes, Eric, I do like it.' It's that easy." Cartman teethed down on the exact spot that Stan always did on Kyle's collar bone. It made him uneasy. The pain Cartman taunted him with was getting worse by the second. Damn it. Kyle clenched his jaw.
"Yes, Cartm-"
"Eric."
No, damn it! I'm never going to call you that! I don't care what you do, I'm never-
As if reading his thoughts, Cartman managed Kyle's still shaking fists, which were now white, into just one hand. The other lightly trailed down the redhead's body, slowing at Kyle's sensitive belly button to tease him. Kyle's spine shivered and he resisted the feeling. Then, Cartman's hand finally made it to Kyle's tight jeans, and stopped with the metal zipper being rubbed between his thumb and index finger, ready.
Cartman's lips came to Kyle's ear lob and he whispered almost agonizingly slowly. "Just. Say. It." His teeth, gentle first because it was a new area to be explored, rubbed on Kyle's ear lob, waiting.
Kyle couldn't hold it in anymore, and a moan slipped out. It was really wrong, but it felt really good. That's not to say Kyle didn't regret it right away, feeling that damned grin on his ear. Just say it. His own voice told him, exasperated.
"I like it, Eric…" Hearing what he wanted, Cartman went down slightly and bit down quick and hard below Kyle's ear, harder then he had before, that made Kyle's eyes flood. He made a pained noise that Cartman quickly covered with a fierce, violent kiss. Kyle thought he tasted something familiar in it. As he pulled back, Cartman smirked at him, licking his lips. He walked out of the stall, his only good-bye being a faint, "Go clean your self up, Jew."
Kyle listened as Eric's footsteps faded down the hall. Then he licked his own lips and realized that the flavor was his own blood.