A/N

If you're now venturing onto Chapter Two. You're fucking awesome and I thank you for all your support as writing is my dream and the more you read and review the more inspiration I gain. So thanks. As for the soundtrack. Tweek and Kenny will have a few songs. But this chapter would have to be Sound Effects and Overdramatics by The Used. So again thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy. ~Ebby.

Kenny's POV –

Tonight was the night I'd make my move on one of my beautiful boys. It was Craigs eighteenth birthday and he was having a massive party. Somehow I'd gotten an invite, wasn't sure how after he'd found out what I'd done to his mom back when we were sixteen, but then again everyone in school had received an invitation so I guess I was just another hope for a gift, which he wouldn't be getting. Honestly I hated the asshole, him and his stuck up activist whore Wendy. That's right Wendy Testaburger and Craig were engaged and planning what they called "The biggest most expensive wedding in the history of South Park." This statement made me nauseous every time I was forced to hear it. They were pathetic although I had Craig and Wendy to thank for my friendship with Butters .

FLASHBACK – About a year ago.

"You poofy haired blonde freak… you're gonna cry aren't you. Words can't hurt you but I swear if I see a fucking tear I'll punch you so hard you'll have a reason to cry." Craig snarled as Wendy's amused laughed flooded the locker room.

"Well c'mon retard, where's my homework. You said you'd have it done by now." He added. Butters was sitting on the cold hard shiny ground backed against a wall his legs pulled to his chest as he shook in fear surround by Craig and his friends.

"I t-t-told you I didn't get it done. I had to go to a family function." Butters stuttered out.

Craig bought back his fist as Wendy began cheering him on, repeating his name over and over. My eyes wildly searched the faces watching on, emotionless. It was apparent no one cared. I sprung forth and fiercely grabbed Craigs fist clenching my slender digits around the ball of descruction he'd turned his hand into. Craig's eyes met mine, his gaze steely and cold a smirk played at his lips.

"What's going on faggot?" He chastised. I grinned my blue gaze strong and unbreakable allowing Craig the knowledge that his words didn't phase me.

"What's going on…. Well I was just standing over there." I nodded toward my locker.

"Watching you be a complete fucking douchebag and I just couldn't listen to another second of your fucking bullshit." I added. Craig quickly glanced toward Wendy who was watching the situation unfold intently.

"Why is he your boyfriend Kenny, we all know you enjoy the feel of a man pressed against you?" Craig said loudly hoping as the whispers encircled us I'd embarrass and back down. I laughed confidently.

"You'd know about cock in your ass Craig, how is Token these days?" I asked. Craig scowled as the whispers turned to laughter. His face blushed crimson as he embarrassed. The joys of often sitting back and silently observing people was I knew what nobody else did and kept it in the back of my sordid little mind for when I needed it. Craigs now uneasy gaze met mine again I knew I had pissed him off by the change of his eyes. No longer steely and confident, now scared and slightly broken. I smirked as I released his fist.

"I should fucking beat you ass McCormick!" He snarled. I crossed my arms over my chest still standing in front of Butters who was looking up toward us sporting a slight smile.

"Do your worst at least you could then call yourself a man and tell people you faced a worthy opponent who refused to take your crap you cowardly fucking piece of shit." I answered.

Craig took a step toward me forcing me to unfold my arms and slowly begin unzipping my coat. I removed it and threw it at Butters to hold. The muscles in my arms rippled as I flex.

"C'mon Craig, beat my ass if you can." I antagonized. Craig stopped staring at my frame. I was buff and bulked a result of hard work gathering wood to warm my family for years of long winters and regular masturbation since the age of twelve.

Craigs eyes finally showed me what I desired. Pure and utter defeat. I'd won and by the look on his face he'd either had his life flash before his eyes or shit his pants. Craig took a step back and grabbed Wendy's hand. They began to walk away her nattering at him. Craig growled back at her before turning back toward me.

"It's not over McCormick, I'll remember this." He snarled. I winked and saluted him.

"Whenever you think you can handle it I'll be waiting Tucker." I replied.

Wendy and Craig turned and quickly left allowing me to now turn back checking if the small blonde was fine.

BACK TO MODERN DAY.

Since that day Butters and I had been inseparable, I didn't know what made me want to step in and save him from a public beating it just happened. I wasn't even thinking rationally that day.

But the matter at hand was I'd received an invited and I was going not to please Craig but to seduce either Butters or Tweek.

I arrived at the party, the crappy techno music blaring from the house made me question if I was doing the right thing. I hated events where there were loads of people, I despised techno and I loathed drunken idiocy. Although my thought process was entirely correct I still ventured inside.

Craig saw me and flipped me off. Perhaps he had been reminiscing about that encounter too, although I knew he was seething because I'd fucked his mom two long years ago. I mean more had happened since then, loads more it was time he moved on.

I walked deeper into the house, hot sweaty bodys writhing as people ground on each other. Todays idea of dancing left much to be desired. I then laid eyes on Tweek. The blonde stood in the corner with the people he called friends, hands dug deep in his pockets as he stood and nodded his head to the beat. I slowly made my way toward him eyes searching the room, no sign of Butters meant I could actively and openly pursue Tweek tonight with no concerns that Butters would find out. I now stood in front of the blonde who was dressed in tartan patterned pants which wear embellished with numerous spiked belts and a torn up tank. He glared at me as my gaze met his, his eyes feeling as if they were piercing through my body penetrating my soul. I leaned in close, my breath heavy as the words escaped me.

"If you're into dudes, I'm yours fuck me." I begged whorishly.

Tweek stared at me and smiled. I hadn't seen him smile in years. He nodded as he pulled out a cigarette and lit it. He offered me one which I happily accepted. With the grunge kids their cigarettes where like gold, tradable, purchasable. They meant a lot to them. It was more than a cigarette. It was an offering signifying that I was in with a chance.

You see Tweek wasn't the type who would've appreciated niceties. You didn't fuck around trying to be polite with a punk; you just spewed out whatever you had to say. They preferred honesty and directness. If you happened to say something offensive or that they didn't like you'd end up with a blade to your throat and told to fuck off. Therefore being offered a cigarette was the best possible outcome, even better I stood and smoked it with Tweek and his friends as I shared vulgar jokes and talked shit about other people with them. Now I was in I knew Tweek would soon either happily accept my offer of full submission to him or tell me he wasn't into guys. Either way I'd soon enough know, but first I'd party with the punks and drink myself stupid.