Kennys POV –

Fucking gym class, I hated gym class with a fiery passion. I was fit and could do the tasks set by the teacher yet I simply didn't want to. Call it a lazy gene passed down from my father or whatever you want, but I hate gym except for the hot, sweaty boys in small shorts and the after class locker room scenario where you could usually find me hunting my next victim.

Class had been hell, baseball. I fucking despise baseball, especially after all that happened with our team as kids. But it didn't matter now, all that was one my mind was eying cock in the showers and slamming mine into Tweek later in the evening; that being if he allowed me to top him. Tweek seemed controlling and powerful. As passionate man, yet still somewhat of a closed book. Tweek Tweak was a mystery and I wanted to solve him although, I knew deep down that'd never happen and I'd become tired of his brooding bullshit before I could figure out his deal.

Standing in the showers glancing around my eyes set upon familiar flaming hair. Kyle had always excited me, I swear if I had to pick one person to be with for the rest of my life I'd be Kyle Broflovski. His usual hidden red fro was wet and hanging long and wavy as he chatted to Stan and soaped himself up. I couldn't stop gawking as I scanned his slender yet toned body; lust filled my thoughts as I moved lower. Pecks, abs, that flat stomach I used to eat stuff off, fiery red pubes which looked like Kyle hadn't had time to shave and finally that beautiful thick, cut cock that hung over somewhat muscular thighs. I often questioned why Kyle had picked Cartman to be with, but it didn't matter since I'd told my lovers on numerous occasions I wasn't the monogamous type.

Kyle looked away from Stan as if he felt my gaze linger. His emerald eyes shining as he smiled and nodded politely to me despite the fact he knew full well what I was doing.

Feeling a surge of heated blood rush through my veins my stomach felt as if it was in knots. My groin heated with desire as I felt myself beginning to harden.

Stark naked in the middle of a packed mens locker room I knew cracking a boner wasn't the best idea, unless of course you wanted to get beaten by over ten, naked, homophobes. That's what was funny about South Park, the men always denied have carnal thoughts about other guys and if they thought for a second you were even a little "funny" you were in for a world of hurt. I myself had been guilty in my younger years of joining in on a good old fashion fairy bashing, but such juvenile practises are best left to the imbeciles.

Moving swiftly I ran toward a bathroom stall, my hands over my engorged junk as I darted through the men. The smell of sweat mixed with soap made matters worse as my erection grew by the second.

Shutting myself up in the stall I sat on the lidded toilet. Letting out a long deep breath I slowly teased my hand down my body, brushing my fingertips over my damp skin until I took a gentle yet firm grasp of my dick. Leaning back as I began to stroke I clenched my eyes shut, using my free hand to brush my fingers through my soaked blonde hair as I focused my thoughts on every guy I'd ever been with or wanted. My hips wildly bucked under my firm touch as my chest heaved and breath raced. Biting down hard on my lip as my stomach and body tightened I felt the slow, agony of precum releasing, I was so close. Small, almost silent moans escaped me as I inched further toward orgasm. My moans inaudible to avoid physical harm I felt the fire in my belly and the stinging throb in my balls as I could no longer contain it anymore. I shot my load everywhere, coating the back of the locked door with my juices. Allowing myself to drop back I slowly regained normal breath and heartbeat.

Standing up and exiting the stall, I noticed the other guys had left already. Looking around in shockI wondered how long I'd been in the stall, working out my frustrations.

Ambling toward my locker I plucked out my cell, illuminating the screen to see I'd been locked away in my own world for close on an hour.

Quickly dressing I gathered my belongings and went to exit the locker room. Reaching out and taking the handle caused me to throw my shit onto the ground in sheer frustration.

Locked in.

I recalled the time Cartman locked Token and Nichole in the elementary school locker room. It took hours to free them. Therefore I was in for a long wait.

Sitting on a nearby bench I allowed my head to drop in my hands as I wondered, when I didn't show up for our rendezvous would Tweek come and find me? I didn't know anything in that moment, except it seemed my whorish actions were causing more trouble than usual.

Tweeks POV –

The alarm clock rang causing me to sit bolt upright in bed. Turning to my blonde bedfellow I smiled, actually smiled. I loved him. His scent, his dazzling white smile, his pale skin and insane antics. He was my world and I was his, that was all there was to it.

Laying back down I stroked my fingers through my lovers messy golden hair.

"Wake up my sweet." I whispered into his ear placing kisses up and down his face.

Rolling over those blue eyes which I could happily drown him locked onto me as he sleepily smirked at the sight of me.

"What time is it?" He quizzed, the sound of his sweet voice causing my heart to skip a beat.

"It's eight…. We gotta get to school." I answered, sitting up for the second time that morning.

My sweet man crawled clumsily out of bed and bean to walk away toward the bathroom. Entering the room I laid back my hands rested under my head as I gently smiled at the rays of light filling the room. Once upon a time I swore I'd never fall in love, love was for people with something to live for and I had nothing worthwhile. Then as if sent by the heavens themselves he entered my life like a car unexpectedly crashing through my bedroom window. Yes, it was odd and we were often chaotic. But when two fucked up souls crash together, it's something that was just meant to be.

Hearing an excited giggle I looked up to see him running across the room back toward me and springing onto the bed, quickly crawling up and straddling me.

"I'm awake…" He announced excitedly. I nodded.

"Yes you're awake…. I woke you." I teased earning me a few playful slaps.

"No, I'm awake like….. oh…. No longer tired dumb. Y'know." He explained.

I nodded affirmatively. "I know."

"I was just thinking about last night and although some of those things you did to me were pretty darn shameful, I loved them….. and I missed seeing you, but we got our mission, right?" He mused.

Laughing I flooded myself up and pressed my lips to his.

"Right…. And we're doing well with it my love." I answered.

With that the blonde goofball I'd fallen helplessly for climbed off the bed and returned to the bathroom. The sound of the shower turning on caused me to sit in quiet contemplation.

I know knew I was in love, hell I'd known if since the beginning. I, Tweek Tweak love Butter Stotch with all my unholy little heart. And our mission, destroy all man whores in the hopes they two will straighten up and fly right, finding true love to settle into. Kenny was just a game, a game I wasn't in the mood to play last night. So I locked him in the guys locker room and instead opted to spend the night with my beloved. If that makes me a bad guy then I'm just horrible.

A/N - Hi guys, sorry for no updates or anything in a while. I had to move house and it's been hectic and nothing but work. Plus I didn't have Wi-Fi access for a few weeks. But I'm back now, we're almost finalized the settling in and unpacking part and hopefully *fingers crossed* I'll be able to get back to regular updates. I honestly missed this and hope you enjoy this newest offering.