A/N: Hello there~ I am both worried and relieved at the same time that this story may be coming to a close soon. When it is done though, if I'm not sick to death of it, I might go back and fix up some of the chapters. I want to love this story, really. The fact that there's spelling mistakes bothers me to death. Seriously. I think about it more than I should. I'm super cereal. Anyway, thank you all for putting up with all of my little mistakes this far. Hopefully I'll fix them one day.

Warnings: The usual.

Disclaimer: I do not own South Park.

Reviews:

MonkeysUncle: I'm glad you could help too. xD I'm not sure why I didn't think of it, to be honest. Anyway, you're brilliant. Thank you.

Alcorion: Ah, I seem to have a soft spot for Butters.

Angelic Guardian: YES~ Feel bad for the Butters~ Anyway, they'll be a Kyman scene, but I can't promise it'll be soon.

xEmerald Isle: It just seemed rushed to me. :-/

Anyway, thank all of you for the reviews! You're all lovely.

Eric sat up. He was in Butters' bed-after the brunet had taken the smaller boy out skating, they had went back to the blonde's house to full around-and the only thing covering up his private area was the Stotch boy's thin sheets. He moved so his legs hanging over the side of the bed, the sheet still covering his groin.

"Mmm," The blond, who was behind him, moaned in content. "Eric..."

Butters had curled up against Eric's back. His thin arms wrapped themselves around the larger boy's back, just barely going all the way around; his hands were places flatly on Eric's stomach, lightly rubbing at it. Eric shivered, feeling Butters place light, soft kisses all along his spine and back.

Eric could hear the sound of rustling blankets behind him; Butters was sitting up. The blond boy moved so his chest was pressed against Eric's back. He moved his long, slim legs so Eric was between them, the blonde's feet resting on the brunette's knees. Butters rested his head on Eric's shoulder, his breath tickling the Cartman boy's neck. They had to look weird like that, tiny Butters wrapped around Eric's much larger frame. It was when Eric could feel the smaller boy behind him press his cock against the crack of his ass that the football player had had enough.

"Dammit, Butters!" His tone was harsher than it had been used on the blond boy in a long time. "Get off me! I'm not some weak little pussy that has to be cuddled!"

If Eric was completely honest with himself, he would admit that he was scaredof the way he reacted to Butters. He couldn't bring himself to be as cruel as he was to the boy when they were younger. Eric Cartman didn't have many people that he cared about; the one's he did love were so few, he could list them off on one hand. Eric wasn't sure when it had happened, but after being friends with the Stotch boy for years, he had wormed his way into that select few.

Butters moved away from Eric, but the boy could sense that he was still sitting up. He could imagine the blond sitting there, a frown on his face. His knees were probably propped up and his genitals were probably covered by his Hello Kitty blanket.

"A-ah, gee, Eric." The boy sounded hesitant. Eric didn't think he'd want to hear what was about to come out of his friend's mouth. "We-we all have weaknesses." (1)

Eric rolled his eyes. The thought that he, Eric Cartman, had a weakness was impossible for him to believe.

"Not me, Butters. Not me."

"W-well...Maybe you do, and you just d-don't realize what it is yet."

Eric was about to argue, but he stopped to think about it. Weaknesses, weaknesses...

His mother. Eric loved his mother, despite her many obvious flaws. He always had, and she was the only person that he honestly loved-excluding Clyde Frog-when he was younger. She had always taken care of him, whored herself to make money to give him whatever he wanted (Eric wouldn't believe that she just did it because she was a whore).

Kyle. If anyone asked Cartman, he would deny that he cared about the Jewish boy and claim that he hated him, but it wasn't true. Like Kenny had discovered years ago, the football player had a crush on his redheaded "friend." He wouldn't go so far as to admit to himself that he loved the boy-or any of his other friends for that matter-but that was a long time to want to fuck someone, plus they had been friends for even longer than that.

Kenny. The poor boy had been his best friend for years. The blond boy probably thought that his spot had been replaced by Butters, but no, Butters had his own special spot in the sociopath's heart. Kenny though, Kenny was special himself. The blond would normally do whatever he wanted, like Butters, but he'd also mouth off to him and give him a challenge. Cartman couldn't live without fighting, which was probably why he liked Kyle so much. Unlike Kyle though, Butters and Kenny needed him. They depended on Cartman-Kenny for food, and the occasional shelter and affection.

Butters depended on Eric for similar, but different things. The blond still needed affection like Kenny did-Eric doubted his abusive parents ever hugged or touched him, unless it was to cause him pain-but he needed more than the McCormick boy. Butters needed someone to protect him from the assholes at their school.

The idea that someone needed Eric gave the boy a sick pleasure. They'd be miserable without him. He wouldn't admit that he needed them just as much, though it was true. He needed his mother, who feed him. That had been learned when she had hired someone to help him behave and she had stopped paying as much attention to him as she had before. He needed Kyle, who he had learned that he needed someone to fight with when he was younger and the boy had moved to San Fransisco. He needed Kenny and Butters, who stuck by him even when he was being an asshole-which was all of the time.

"Hm, maybe you're right, Butters. I think I'm beginning to see what that weakness is."

He could hear shuffling around behind him. Butters was probably moving to look at the boy's back. Cartman turned his head so he was looking at his friend. He had been right; Butters was looking at him, a mix of shock and pleasure on his face.

"I-I am? I am! Well, golly, Eric. C-can I ask what it is?"

Butters seemed excited and if it was anyone else, Cartman would be suspicious that the boy wanted to know so he could hurt him. This was Butters he was talking to though. Butters, who had probably been in love with him for as long as the boy had known him.

'Butters likes being my minion a little too much. Wonder if the fag is into S & M...'

The idea spiked arousal in the football player. He would have to find out later.

"No, Butters, you cannot. Not right now anyway."

Eric may have figured out what his "weaknesses" were, but that didn't mean that he would share them with Butters-even if the boy was one of them.

"L-later then?"

Eric felt himself smile, though he tried to fight it. He turned his body half way around to place a kiss on the blonde's cheek. Butters seemed happy to accept it, and he wrapped his arms around the boy's neck, ready to receive more kisses.

"Hm...Maybe, if you're good."

Butters' smile grew. A light blush came to the boy's face. He looked ready to be "good" for Eric-although, even if Butters "behaved", Eric still wouldn't tell him. The larger boy didn't plan to admit that yet though. He placed his lips against the skin of the blonde's neck, ready to find out personally if Butters liked S&M, when he heard the door to the front door downstairs open.

Butters' parents were home.

Eric dressed quickly, stealing glances at the blond on the bed. He was fidgeting with his hands nervously. Eric placed one more chaste kiss on his mouth before he left, exiting through the Stotch's backdoor, careful not to get caught. It didn't matter though. The blond would still get grounded over something. He could hear his father screaming at him over something from all the way outside. The blond probably wouldn't be at school the next day; the blond usually wasn't after being grounded now a days. The bruises his father gave him were harder not to notice since the boy had came out of the closet.

When Eric got back to his house, Kenny was gone. Kyle was probably still pissed about the night before. Butters probably wouldn't be at school the next day.

Monday would be a long day for Eric Cartman.

A/N: I'm not sure that I like the last three paragraphs, but oh well. I think this will be over soon. I hope you stay with it until it is. And remember, folks, don't give up on whoever you want to win. All three boys still have a chance.

(1) One of my friends said something like this to me. I thank her for the use of the line.