Complete Combustion
VII. Playing with death
"Russian roulette is not the same without a gun."
-Poker Face by Lady GaGa
"Suck it already, Jew!" Cartman badgered Kyle urgently, impatiently pushing his pelvic region towards Kyles face, which resulted in the head his cock poked Kyles cheek.
"That was gross, Cartman." Kyle exclaimed resentfully,retreating his head from between Cartmans legs.
Cartman sat on the couch, pants pulled down to his ankles, with Kyle kneeling in front of him completely naked except for a collar of barbed wire, wrapped around his neck complete with a leash, handed by Cartman. Kyle often wondered where the hell Cartman got all that barbed wire from. He seemed to love using it as a torturinstrument during sex.
"You do as I tell you, slave!" Cartman ordered grabbing a handful of Kyles red hair, yanking it hard, to push his head against his own crotch. "Besides, I know you like it when I'm rough Kahl." he thoughtfully added, looking down into deep green, slightly defiant eyes.
The defiance quickly wore off though, as Cartman leaned down, to graze Kyles neck with his teeth, just above the barbed wire, digging into Kyles tender skin. Kyle let out a moan of pleasure, and lunged himself urgently at Cartmans throbbing cock. He mentally justified it by thinking, Cartman would get his way one way or another, so he might just obey. Besides, it wasn't as though he himself wasn't aroused by the harshness in Cartmans voice, and the way he handled him with the collar.
Cartman let out a deep sigh of relief, as Kyle willingly took the head of his large cock into his mouth, to twirl his tongue skilfully around the sensitive tip.
"Oh God yes Kyle!"
Kyle snickered around the tip of Cartmans cock, making it tingle pleasantly, satisfied with the reaction he received from Cartman. How he loved making him moan and shot a sly look up at Cartman. Then he took the whole cock into his mouth at once, sucking it roughly, and Cartman squeezed his lips together in order to suppress another moan. After just one suck, he drew back, turning his attention to Cartmans balls instead.
He looked up at Cartman with feigned innocence, battering his eyelashes in a way, that made him appear completely submissive. "Officer Cartman..." he said teasingly, making sure to sound as horny as possible. "...how would you like it if I..." he discreetly brushed his fingertips over his partners balls, and noticed how Cartmans body tensed up with expectancy. "You know..." he drawled, taking his time at getting his point across, as he lazily pinched Cartmans inner thigh between his nails.
"What?" Cartman asked simply, waiting for an answer. "Go on Jew..." he said, voice thick with fake patience.
"...sucked your balls..." Kyle finished his sentence. "...real good?"
Cartman looked taken aback for a moment, before regaining his composure. Then he chuckled, and patted Kyles head approvingly. "I suggest you get to work, Kahl."
Kyle grinned back, and leaned down and experienced with kissing and licking his balls, causing a tingly sensation to run through his whole body. He liked doing that to Cartman. Liked the response of moans and hisses he received. Then he took one ball in his mouth, and then the other, sucking it deliberately.
"Let's move on to something different." Cartman said enticingly, yanking Kyle upwards by the hair, pulling the smaller guy onto him to feel the heat of his flushed body, and his hard cock poking against his ass.
Kyles eyes met the deep black ones filled with excitement. "I can see you have something really fucking perverted in mind." Kyle stated, but wasn't exactly unhappy with it, as he lazily played with Cartmans soft hair. He had gotten really daring around Cartman lately, and had discovered that Cartman would let him do almost anything during sex, as long as he felt he was the one in charge. So as long as Kyle acted suitably submissive, he could get away with touching Cartmans hair or verbally or physically tease him, which he loved doing.
"You bet your sweet ass I do." Cartman said, giving Kyles chest one hard shove causing his to fall backwards, and land on his back on the floor. It took under a second before Cartman had joined him on the floor, hovering above him, giving Kyle no time to be startled at the sudden action. Having adjusted on the floor, Kyle grinned, wrapping his arms around Cartman neck, leaning in for a hot kiss.
Kyle felt how his lips were raw against Cartmans, the heat from the Nazi officers body and the sweat dripping off of both of them.
Cartman caused Kyle to jump, when he pinched one of the Jews nipples hard, before breaking the kiss.
"You said we should try something different?" Kyle panted, arms still around Cartmans neck. They were so close, Kyle could feel Cartmans deep warm breath tickle his face, and see each and every little bead of perspiration on his forehead.
"Indeed," Cartman nodded, and turned to lie on his side, opposite Kyle, so they were in the sixty-nine position.
"Interesting view I've got down here Kahl."Cartman mocked, but Kyle brushed it off, giving a cheeky retort.
"I could say the same," and then knowing what Cartman expected, he put Cartmans cock into his mouth, feeling the same gesture being done to him. It was a very different sensation, doing it to Cartman while having it done to himself, but he liked it. It actually multiplied the pleasure, and Kyle thought the needed to use this position more often. Hell much more often.
Kyle felt Cartmans hands pressing against his ass-cheeks, to push Kyles cock further into his mouth. Kyle moaned so loudly, when he felt Cartman deep-throat him, that he accidentally forgot to give equal pleasure to Cartman. Cartman gave his ass a warning slap though, and Kyle decided to be disobedient, as the slap had sent pleasant vibrations through his cock so he blew hot air onto the large, rigid cock in front of him, and tickled the slit by slowly running the tip of his tongue over it, knowing hos annoying it would be, when Cartman was that hard.
Kyle guessed Cartman knew what he was doing, when he felt Cartman spit out his own flushed member.
"Kaaaahl!" Cartmans voice was dark and threading, and delicious bolts of pleasure ran down Kyles spine, as the Nazi became all authoritative. "You know I don't like you being a cock tease." he gave Kyles ass a hard slap, and Kyle yelped from the sudden pain, but also from the pleasure.
"But apparently you've decided to be difficult today, and difficult Jews are the worst kind." He sat up and grabbed Kyle pulling him into his lap, with his back against Cartmans chest.
Kyle closed his eyes, shivering as he his body was engulfed by Cartmans warm body. He felt the muscles pressed against his back, and strong arms reaching around him to keep him in place.
"I thought all Jews were difficult, fatass." Kyle retorted.
A split-second later Kyle felt nails digging painfully into his upper arms, and Cartmans breath close to his ear.
"I swear to God, Jew. I'm gonna fuck your brains out, right now." He hissed directly into Kyles ear, lifting Kyles smaller body slightly up by the hips, only to jam him down over his cock.
Kyle couldn't help but release a cry of pain. Lately Cartman had been nicer, and would even scissor him with his fingers, till he was ready to be fucked, but maybe Cartman was in a particularly sadistic mood today. Guess he'd never know, and didn't really care either, as he felt Cartmans hot cock starting to thrust inside him. He instinctively started rolling his hips, then moved them up and down, clamping down hard on Cartmans cock. He couldn't see the Nazi in this position, but he still felt Cartmans breath close to his ear.
Cartman let Kyle ride him and reached began nibbling sucking on Kyles earlobe, and reached his hands around him, to play with his nipples, one at a time.
Kyle winced, and made a move to touch himself. His hand was quickly slapped away by Cartmans.
"Cartman!" Kyle complained, attempting to wrestle his hands free from Cartmans.
"If you wanna get off, Kahl..." Cartmans breathed into his ear, "you let me do it..."
Kyle moaned in approval, as Cartman wrapped his hand around his cock, starting to pump it. He was already very close and orgasm, and judging by Cartmans insisting thrusting, he was too. He panted loudly, feeling Cartman release his load deep inside him, and came all over his own thighs seconds later.
Cartman gave his ass a slap, as Kyle got off him.
"Told you, you'd do as I tell you, Kahl." he remarked, pulling Kyle back into his lap, so they were face to face.
"Only 'cos you'd shoot me if I didn't, Cartman." Kyle argued. "or throttle me with barbed wire. Now get this off me." He gestured toward the wire collar.
A gleeful smile flickered across Cartmans face, and he shook his head. "I'm afraid you have to ask a little nicer, Jewboy. I don't like the tone your are using with me."
"Fucking hell, Cartman, just take it off!" Kyle yelled, but Cartman pulled hard at the leash, making the Jew cough loudly.
"Did you like that?" He gibed. "I don't think you did, Kahl. Now ask nicely, if I would please lumber myself with taking that collar of you."
"You bastard!" Kyle spat, glaring angrily at Cartman, who only looked amused. "Fine! Would you please remove this," he pulled at his collar.
"Why, Kahl, that wasn't so hard, was it?" Cartman chatted cheerfully, as he began struggling with the collar in order to get it off him.
"Harder than you think." Kyle sighted resigned.
"Why do you always have to be so damn bothering anyway?" Cartman asked, as he managed to pull the entwined pieces of barbed wire apart, wincing slightly.
"Me?" Kyle exclaimed in disbelief. "You are the one who keeps bothering me. One second you threaten to kill me, then you put a gun to my head, the next second you want to fuck, and now we are here, chatting about this and that. And I'm the bothering one?"
"'Scuse me, I wasn't paying attention to your gay little speech." Cartman said indifferently and stood up and started to pull on his pants.
"Now you do it again!" Kyle yelled, annoyance prickling every nerve in his body. Why did he have to rile him up all the time? "Can't you just be nice for once?"
"Can't you?" Cartman retorted looking slightly offended. He was now fully dressed.
"What do I do?" Kyle demanded, raising his voice, and stood op starting to dress too.
"YOU PISS ME OFF, THAT'S WHAT YOU DO!" Cartman yelled in anger, "WHY CAN'T YOU JUST STOP BEING DEFIANT AND STOP NAGGING ME ABOUT WHY YOU ARE HERE!"
Kyle couldn't believe it. That guy was unbelievable.
"OH SO NOW IT IS'NT FAIR WANTING TO KNOW WHY THE HELL I'M IN THIS CAMP!?" he exploded, angrily flinging the belt he had been about to put in his pants, at the floor.
"I'VE HAD MY BELONGINGS TAKEN FROM ME, BEEN TATOOED WITH A STUPID NUMBER, WITNESSED A LITTLE GIRL BEING EATEN BY A DOG, AND BEEN SEPERATED FROM MY FAMILY! IS IT WEIRD THAT I WANT TO KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON?"
Cartmans look dropped, and he looked almost melancholic for a short moment. He didn't seem angry any more, and Kyle noticed how his own anger level dropped, being replaced by surprise by Cartmans strange reaction to his fit of rage. "No." he mumbled voice almost inaudible, avoiding to look into Kyles eyes. "No, it's not weird you wanna know."
"What?" Kyle said in bewilderment. Why was Cartman acting so strange?
"I just can't tell you..." he continued slowly. "You'll find out sooner or later anyway." He raised his head, to face Kyle, and in that moment, Kyle saw a hint of pain in his ebony eyes. It was hidden well, beneath a frown, but it was definitely pain. Maybe regret even.
The sigh made Kyle soften up, and he stepped closer to Cartman.
"It's fine. I won't ask any more." he mumbled awkwardly patting his shoulder awkwardly a couple of times. "And I'll try to be nicer..." he added grudgingly. "you know... if it makes you happy."
"I'll be nicer to you too, Kahl." Cartman answered, the permanent look of smugness had returned to his face. "Maybe even nice enough to let you sleep in my bed."
"I'd like that." Kyle said sincerely, feeling both confused and a bit.. happy.
Things finally started to seem to fall into place. It was paradoxical, because Kyle still couldn't find his parents. Ike was being tortured by Nazis, and Kyle found himself in a camp, where everybody was out to get him.
So why did he willingly engage in the things he did with Cartman? Why didn't he just fight back, refuse? Why did he even enjoy it?
The word "gay" had popped up in his mind, quite a few times, after Ike had mentioned how they were treated in the camp, but he had chosen to push it away for now.
Ike might show up soon, and get him away. Which would be strange, after having gotten used to being around Cartman all the time.
That night Kyles mind was flooded with thoughts. He lay in Cartmans bed, which was slightly warmer than his own. Not only because this one actually had a mattress, but also because Cartman and him lay so close together. After another round of hot sex, they had automatically curled up together, and Cartman had snuck his arms around Kyles waist without a word, which made a bolt of heat strike Kyle, and his chest soar with a strange warm feeling.
He knew he was playing with death.
_____________________________________________________________________ A/N: Yet another chap where absolutely nothing happens XD Haha, for some reason those chapters are the hardest to write >..< Can't say I have been motivated, because of the lack of reviews ;__; So, please review and motivate me :D You wouldn't think it would help but it does ^^