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Anything for You 5

Cartman's POV 2

"Maz took the gun-"

"You don't have to tell them, Kyle!" I yelled, interrupting him. "Nobody has to know!"

It was killing me to watch him up there, evaporating the last drop of dignity he had left for my sake.

"-and he fucked me with it!" Kyle spat.

With no way to stop him now, I sat back and gave up. Kyle relayed the story to the court, which was the first time I could hear it out loud.

"-'Bet you like that, faggot!'" Kyle yelled, and I winced. It was almost too much bear, listening to what he had gone through before I happened to pass the greenhouse that afternoon.

"That's when Cartman came. He opened the door and… I'm so sorry Cartman…"

I looked up to meet his stare when he addressed me.

"...and I was so sure he was going to laugh. I thought he'd stand there and look down at me, take my humiliation like he always does and rub it in my face. I thought he'd laugh and leave me."

I realized then that all the years taunting Kyle had amounted to more than I thought possible.

The trial continued on, and a week later the conclusion had been made. My two months already spent in prison was sufficient punishment for acting in Kyle's defense. Maz Kanett and Cory Anter would be serving five years in prison, and there was no doubt that any plans they had to live in South Park were impossible now. Being forgiven for such a crime was not an option in such a small, tightly woven community.

I was powerfully irritated that it took so long to see Kyle. Mom was so overjoyed that I was free that she wouldn't leave me alone. Kyle's parents were with him nearly every moment of every day, and the rest he spent in therapy. I would have liked to be with him, but it would have meant dealing with his bitch-ass mother. Too bad I wasn't a saint.

On the fifth day out of prison I couldn't wait to see him any longer. I grabbed my coat and marched over to Kyle's place, rapping on the door.

"What in the- oh, Eric," Mr. Broflovski said as he answered the door. I had a whole speech prepared to shove down their throats in order to see Kyle, but it didn't come to that. Kyle's dad closed the door behind him and stood out in the snow with me. And then he was hugging me in a death grip. He had to stretch upwards to reach me.

"Thank you for what you've done for my son," he said, "It could have been so much worse if you hadn't involved yourself."

"Yeah, uh, you're welcome. Can I see him now?"

Mr. Broflovski slowly let me go, and smiled up at me. "You sure have grown since you were a kid. You must be six foot three! Anyway, my wife would say no, but I'm making the decision for her. If you can save Kyle once I'm sure you can do it again." He looked uncomfortable then, with his hands in his pockets. "Kyle is on suicide watch, as you know, so don't let him out of your sight for a second. No bridges or sharp objects and keep him away from medication that could interfere with what he's been prescribed."

"I'll hide my drug stash then."

It took a while for him to detect my sarcasm.

He finally let Kyle come out, and gave us a curfew of 8 pm. Five hours with Kyle.

We went down the sidewalk on the outskirts of town, the crunch of salt beneath our feet as we walked.

"I didn't forget what you said in jail," Kyle said, breaking the silence after two blocks. "And I'm not going back on my word."

I looked at him sideways, my stomach filling with butterflies at the thought of it. That was something I really, really wanted. "Hmm," was all I could say.

"So, we could go to your place if your mom is out," Kyle suggested.

As badly as I wanted this, as much as I knew this could be the only chance I'd ever get to have sex with the center of my fantasies, I knew it wasn't an option.

But I took his hand and changed direction towards home.

We didn't talk, and I kept our pace fairly quick. It was uncontrollable. I couldn't do it, but I couldn't stop. I dragged him in the house and up the stairs, slamming my bedroom door behind us.

I was on auto-pilot now. I shoved him against the door, pulling off his coat like a candy wrapper. I shrugged out of my coat when he tugged at it and soon we were free of our gloves and hats. I loved pulling off Kyle's hat, watching his red curls fall over his flawless, Adonis face.

I had to slow down then, to marvel at this rare experience, being allowed to touch his face. He watched with curious green eyes as my hand hovered near him, not sure where to go. My fingers finally moved over the dust of freckles on his cheek. I moved down the bridge of his Jewish nose, only just starting to look the way it should. My other hand slid down his smooth jaw and around the back of his neck. I swallowed as I touched his mouth, trailing over his soft wet lips that parted beneath my touch.

I couldn't wait any longer. I moved in quickly, hungrily, pressing him harder against the door as I kissed him. I was an uncontrollable force; a tsunami on his shores. I wound my fingers in his hair. He responded, working his mouth with mine until I was breathless. Kissing Kyle was ten thousand times better than I had envisioned. I wanted him now more than ever.

"Kyle," I murmured, "About what I said in prison, I … don't feel the same way now."

"You don't want me anymore?" he asked. It would have sounded arrogant from anyone else's lips, but I knew Kyle could be feeling worthless after what had happened to him. I had done a little research.

"Oh no, I still want to sleep with you like nobody's fucking business."

"Then what did you change your mind about?"

"I want to have sex with you, yeah, but that's not enough anymore. I couldn't stand sharing you with anyone. I want exclusive rights as well, rights that I'm never going to give up."

Kyle watched me, his eyes flitting about as he thought. "You want… to be my boyfriend?"

I laughed softly, kind of embarrassed. "Whatever. I just want you, and maybe not just for sex anymore. You're not bad company, you know. What do you think?"

Kyle looked to the side, his eyes staring at one of my old posters without really looking at it. "I think you and I want the same thing."

"Good."

"Well then," he said, his beautiful mouth curling into a smile, "Where were we?"

I sighed. I was so pissed at myself then, and at the same time, I was a little smug about my own self control. "Look, I'm used to pissing you off so I don't care if I do it now. If you haven't noticed, you're a little fucked up in the head right now."

Kyle tried to protest but I stopped him.

"I said before that I want all of you, and that includes a healthy functioning brain. I am going to mattress-burn you eventually, I'll make sure of that, but you have to get your shit together first."

"There's nothing wrong with me," Kyle insisted, stubbornly.

I jerked forward quickly, psyching him out. He flinched so hard he hit the door.

"See?" I said, "I didn't even touch you. What's going to happen when I start taking your clothes off, huh, Kyle? Are you going to start imagining the greenhouse? I don't want you to associate me with that shit, not ever."

Kyle was still pressed against the door, his eyes shut and his body rigid.

"Kyle?"

I slumped, immediately regretting what I'd done.

"Oh fuck. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you." I put my hands on his forearms, sliding up to his narrow shoulders. I felt his muscles relax beneath my touch and I took him in my arms.

"You're right," he mumbled against my chest. "I'll do whatever you think is best."

"Sounds good to me," I said. He looked up at me again, his eyes commanding me. I bent over and kissed him, and despite my stubborn ego, I knew my will would always be in his hands.

The End.

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