"Here Comes The Rain."
South Park multi-pairing FanFiction by ToniTheTerror / dark--romance.

Title: Here Comes The Rain: Chapter Three - Jealousy.
Author: Toni (ToniTheTerror / dark--romance)
Beta: None. Lilzyy's still on holiday D:
Fandom: South Park
Pairing(s): LizzyxBebe, KylexCraig, KennyxKyle, KennyxCraig, KylexStan.
Warnings: Prostitution, Sex, Vulgar language and actions, Swearing, Yaoi/Gay/BoyxBoy, Lesbian/Yuri/GirlxGirl.
AN: THIS ONE HAS LOTS OF SEX IN IT. LOTS. OF CRENNY SEX. So Ghostie should enjoy this one since she's a Crenny fanghost. 3 Yeah. So. Enjoy ~


- Chapter Three ; Jealousy -

Kenny McCormick was a lot of things. He considered himself much more than he was at times, and he has some certainly strange ideas. One thing he definitely wasn't was normal.

Now, he sauntered out of school. It was 2PM. A number of hours before his school was actually supposed to end. However this blond didn't care. He doubted highly that anyone would challenge him about this. Perhaps the teachers would call his parents, but more fool them if they attempted it. All they would receive was a drunken reply from a drunken father, or a yelled retaliation, riddled with curse words from an angry mother. They could suspend Kenny, but of course, he wouldn't mind. He merely saw it as another holiday for himself.

Now, however, he was not going home. He had decided very early in the day that he would leave the school as soon as the stress of the day became too much, and he would return to the sanctuary of the local off-license. To get drunk. His mere aim was to sit outside the store, with a bottle he bought with the money he stole from his mother's purse, and drink the whole thing to himself. He smiled at this thought. He almost found himself craving that he would pass out. He was, after all, quite tired. His sister had done her best to tire him with conversations about his ex girlfriend, Bebe.

"What's her favourite colour? What food does she like? What stores does she shop at? What makes her smile? Does she have a good sense of humour? What's her favourite animal?"

Eventually, Kenny had turned on his sister, grabbing her shoulders and looking her straight in the eye. He said: "Lizzy. I'll tell you one thing about Bebe. This is all you'll need to know, okay? She's fantastic in bed." and walked straight away to the confines of the boy's bathroom, just until she left.

He didn't lie to Lizzy. Bebe was fantastic in bed. She just lacked in all other departments such as compassion, brainpower and unselfishness. Or was that only toward Kenny? Either way, this blond McCormick didn't care. He was single now and definitely not chasing after anyone.

"He's your best friend. You're only saying that because he's with Kyle."

Kenny flinched his head and shook it. He couldn't believe he was taking what his idiot sister was saying seriously. He didn't care if Craig was with Kyle. He couldn't give a damn what either of those two did. Craig had always been an ass, and Kyle was just...

Okay, so maybe Kenny... admired Kyle a little. But Kenny didn't crush on people. He wasn't good with relationships, especially not with his friends...

When Kenny finally made it to the store, quite a fair amount of time had passed. He made his way inside, and nearly keeled over at the enticing scent that wound his head in alluring aromas. The smell almost seemed to wind around his body, tugging him into the store and leading his hand to rest on a bottle of vodka.

"Kenny!" a voice yelled happily, bringing Kenny out of his reverie. Kenny looked around to see a tall dark haired man, clad in a striped shirt, apron and cap smiling at him with open arms. "You're back again, are you? School skipping, I see."

"Shut up, Dan. I'm giving you money, so stop complaining." Kenny grinned, taking a hold on the bottle and lifting it from the rack.

"Ah, I never will," Dan said, nodding his head. "Any reason for buying this, then?"

"Not a good reason, no," Kenny shook his head, taking the bottle over to the counter. He tugged a $20 bill from his pocket and passed it over to Dan, who took it gladly and keyed a few digits into a cash register.

"Well, you're welcome to sit by the wall as long as you want. I'll bring you in if you knock out." Dan said, passing a few coins back to Kenny.

"Thanks, Dan!" Kenny said, turning and leaving the store with a backward wave over his shoulder.

Kenny jolted awake and felt a sharp pain to his right side. He slurred, holding a beating head as the blood pumped in his ears. He curled onto his side; face pressed to the floor, and then looked upward. A blue hazed blur, striked through with black and the tiniest hint of yellow and green swarmed before his eyes. He rubbed said eyes and looked again. The form of a skinny, yet toned boy loomed over him, a brown bottle with white writing in his hand. The face of Craig Tucker came into focus, looking slightly amused gazed down at him, holding the bottle of Jack Daniels that was clutched in his hand out to the blond before him.

"You've run out," Craig said with a grin, gesturing with a nod of a head to the empty Vodka bottle between Kenny's legs. Kenny gave a drunken grunt and shifted upward to lean against the wall, shifting to the side, away from Craig. He took the bottle, kicked the empty one away and screwed the new one open with his teeth. Craig watched Kenny do this and sighed as he slumped down beside him in the same position as Kenny; leaning his back against the wall.

"How long you been out here?" Craig asked quietly, turning his head to look at Kenny. The blond took a swig from the Jack Daniels and breathed heavily.

"I... don't know..." he said with a shrug."A... while, since schools finished, right?"

Craig nodded and took the bottle from Kenny, taking a gulp of his own. Kenny stirred beside his best friend, who hours previous he had hated out of sheer jealousy. Now he felt nothing of the sort, merely a dull anger and a pounding head.

"What are... you doing down here, anyway?" Kenny asked, turning his head slowly to look at Craig. Craig paused, gulped from the bottle and wiped his mouth with his sleeve before beginning to answer.

"Uh... I... left Kyle," Craig said, looking slightly guilty, and also quite angry.

"Left him where?" Kenny asked, flitting bleary eyes from Craig's face, to the bottle in his hand.

"No, I mean... I left him. Stopped dating him? Dumped him." Craig said with a frown. He noticed Kenny's persistent gaze with the bottle and held it out to the blond. To Craig's surprise, Kenny refused the bottle, and was staring at Craig's face incredulously.

"You dumped Kyle?" Kenny asked in a hoarse voice. "..Why? I mean... you were totally close at Dinner time. What the hell happened?" he asked, suddenly forgetting his intoxicated state.

"I was getting close to him at dinner because I wanted to lay things down. Just to check it was right," Craig said, looking up to the darkening evening sky. "I wanted to check that... the person who I liked instead... was really who I wanted..." his voice trailed off toward the end of his sentence, and he looked down at his hands again. "I realised when I kissed him. I didn't want him... but I didn't mean to hurt him. I just can't help what I feel."

Kenny listened, feeling a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach that he knew could only be guilt. He felt bad for thinking all those horrid thoughts about his best friend when he was going through this. It was a horrible feeling to be heartbroken and torn between two. He knew how it felt. He sighed, looking at Craig out of the corner of his eye. Craig looked upset, and Kenny - knowing Craig like he did - knew that all Craig needed was a friend. Just to tell him he wasn't alone.

Kenny knew Craig possibly better than anyone else did. He knew every tiny little detail about the way Craig's mind worked. Granted, sometimes Kenny didn't understand Craig, but he gradually came to talk Craig into explaining. Craig told Kenny everything that was troubling him, regardless of if Kenny could actually help or not. It just made Craig feel less lonely if Kenny knew.

Craig hated feeling lonely more than anything, and Kenny knew this. He shared this emotion too. Whenever Craig felt lonely, he would call Kenny. Kenny always cheered him up. Whenever Kenny felt lonely, he visited Craig, because listening to his best friend ramble on about the most trivial things, or tragic events in his life at present just made him feel so wanted. So trusted...

"I get it, Craig..." Kenny said slowly, putting an arm around Craig's shoulders in a gruff attempt at 'manly compassion'. Craig smiled lightly, appreciating the gesture and leaning on Kenny slightly. He gulped from the bottle and wiped his mouth again before speaking.

"This... other person I like, though-" he began, but was cut off by Kenny speaking.

"Craig, you don't have to tell me who they are. I don't want to pry. I get that it can be kinda embarrassing..." Kenny said, taking the bottle from Craig and swallowing a mouthful thickly. Craig looked up to Kenny's face, opened his mouth to reply, but finding no words able to form in his throat. Kenny looked to his friend with a light frown.

"What's wrong?" Kenny asked. Craig merely looked at Kenny, his green eyes fixed directly on Kenny's face. Kenny's alcohol-hazed mind saw Craig as a lightly tanned face, half consumed by blue yellow and black. Craig's features kept slipping in and out of focus. Soon Kenny could see nothing but Craig's alluring eyes staring into his cyan ones.

Kenny's haze was broken and dampened when the most unexpected and unlikely occurrence decided to intervene in the pleasant Vodka and Jack Daniels inspired buzz.

Kenny didn't realise it at first, but Craig's hand was on his neck, just braving a few fingers and a thumb to Kenny's cheek. Craig's body had edged closer, pressing a toned chest to the male McCormick's skinny arm. His face, and more importantly, his lips were mere inches from Kenny's, and his mouth slightly open. Kenny could almost see pearly breaths whisping from behind Craig's lips. Strangely, Kenny found no want or need to pull away from this. It had been so long since he had kissed anyone that he knew well. A few 'clients' kissed him now and again, but Kenny always pulled away before the kiss became too deep.

Yet here was Craig, his best friend, having recently broken up with his boyfriend for another person and obviously wanting him badly. The other person had to be Kenny himself, and what made matters worse was that Kenny had a crush on Craig's ex boyfriend. How Kenny would ever work this mess out hadn't even crossed his mind as he raised a hand to the back of Craig's neck, forcing Craig's face closer until their breaths mingled, and their lips touched.

Kenny felt Craig shudder beneath the hold he had on his neck. Craig's hand slipped to mimic Kenny's hand, pulling Kenny's face closer to his own as their lips ravished each others. Tongues met and delved into black cavernous mouths with no fight or resistance what so ever. Kenny found his eyes beginning to slowly close, as Craig's had done when he shuddered. Behind black lids, Kenny continued to prowl Craig's mouth, intending to taste as much of his best friend as he could in this situation. What he could taste, was the Jack Daniels, a slight mint taste and the smell that always followed Craig around.

Kenny didn't even notice Craig's hand leave his neck and travel down his back. Craig pushed with his chest, sliding Kenny down till his side, and then his back hit the ground. Crawling over Kenny and not once leaving his lips alone, Craig placed his knees either side of Kenny's waist. Kenny's knees pitched up lazily under Craig's legs and his hands tugged at Craig's jumper. Craig pulled back slightly, looking at Kenny with a slightly confused stare, but Kenny was much too into this for doubts and stops now. Kenny raised a hand and fisted it into Craig's hair. He pulled lightly, and then forced Craig's lips back toward his own. Craig, however, seemed to be aiming for different destinations. His lips strayed downwards, pecking softly in a trail down Kenny's jaw, then neck. He nibbled softly at the skin there, tasting the sweet skin of the long sought after McCormick boy. Kenny's head tipped, revealing a weakness for any interaction with the sensitive muscles running along his neck. His hand fisted into Craig's hair, being careful not to tug too hard, as his eyes slid closed. A long, low and breathless moan slipped from the blonds' mouth as his body arched, and he clung to Craig.

"Craig..." he said desperately. He could feel the front of his jeans becoming considerably tighter. He shifted his hips to press them to Craig's and let a raw moan tear from his throat. He turned to Craig's ear, nibbling at the ridge lightly.

Kenny's bright eyes flickered open as Craig smoothed his tongue over a particularly sensitive spot on his neck. He shivered as his vision became focused. He saw the edge of the store, a large trash can, and the road. It seemed to be deserted. Luckily, school must have finished a while ago, and no-one would be walking down this street to see Kenny lying on the floor, his arms around his best friend's neck and his own neck being attacked by a skilled tongue.

Or that was what Kenny thought, until he saw an orange blur, bobbing along the pavement. The first thing he noticed, however, was the green hat.

"S-Shit!" Kenny gasped, both from the shock of seeing Kyle and Craig's intelligent biting in an especially taught patch of skin. Kyle looked around and caught eyes on the pair. He froze in his tracks, deadly still and staring at the pair. It was plain to see who they were, even from the distance that separated them. Kenny was easily recognized from his trademark parka and sandy hair. No-one else in South Park looked like him at all. Craig was also rather easy to spot. Dressed in a blue jumper with a yellow collar and jeans; he looked rather normal, but add his hat and you were left with the unmistakeable image of Craig Tucker. Craig's hat was still firmly on his head. Kenny's hand had tucked beneath it to grip the hair.

Kenny momentarily froze as Kyle had, but soon the throbbing from his downward area awoke him and he pressed up into Craig again. He didn't know why he was doing this, why he was looking so malevolently at Kyle, like he was teaching him a lesson. He didn't know why he aimed for the male's ear again and whispered a husky: "Fuck me..." as he grinned widely. But he did.

Kyle obviously lip read Kenny's words, or read Craig's following actions. Craig sat straight up on Kenny's hips.

"...Kenny, Are you sure?" he asked slowly, with a look of fear dancing through his emerald eyes. Kenny nodded, still grinning and shifted himself upward. Silently, he moved over to the brick wall of the store and turned back only when he had leant against the brickwork. His best seductive grin lured Craig to pin him to the wall, lips ravishing Kenny's as his slightly tanned hands fumbled with the zip of his parka. Once the jacket was off, and tossed aside, Craig's hands made short work of removing Kenny's basic red t-shirt, also. This was on the floor beside the parka within mere moments. Craig paused, and then gripped Kenny's shoulders to turn him round so that his face and chest were pressed against the wall. Kenny had chosen to avert his face to the left. From here he had a perfect view of Kyle's reactions. He morbidly wanted Kyle to feel some sort of pain from this – for no reason at all. Kenny's spine curved upwards in a pleasurable shudder as Craig's lips brushed like feathers over the back of his neck and his shoulders. Kenny's eyes longed to flicker shut, and he allowed one to do so, but kept one open to view Kyle. He seemed to be frozen to the spot in sheer incredulous awe.

Craig's hands wandered to Kenny's waist, resting there for a moment while Craig bit at Kenny's shoulder, which beckoned a cry from the blonde and his hands to scramble and fist uselessly against the wall. Gradually, Craig's hands moved slowly around Kenny's frame, meeting in the middle of the male's stomach. Kenny's back had arched again, and Craig was now leaning over his shoulder. He had decided to make the most of Kenny in a vulnerable state for once. Somehow Craig had always imagined Kenny to be dominant, demanding and forceful, but here he was falling into the pleasure and becoming completely helpless. Craig liked it, if he was honest with himself. Though he'd never admit that out loud.

Craig's fingers moved skilfully, like they knew exactly how to tease the McCormick boy, though they had no practice whatsoever beforehand. His fingers slowly crawled across the slender skin on Kenny's stomach, downward toward his waist. Upon reaching the waistband stopping him from moving further, Craig huffed out an irritated breath. His tongue busied Kenny by running itself from his shoulder, all the way up to behind his ear and nibbling the lobe as his hands worked on the blonds' belt. He unlatched the leather quickly, tugged it out from around the belt loops and threw it atop Kenny's parka and shirt. His buttons and zip were undone in short work, and Craig purposely applied pressure to the fabric as he was doing this. He pushed his hand into the zip, which once again made Kenny cry out. Kenny's cry was a desperate whimper this time. His jeans were feeling incredibly tight on him, and were almost becoming painful.

"Craig... Hurry the fuck up..." Kenny almost growled into the wall. Craig chuckled lightly, and tugged on Kenny's belt loops, sliding the fabric a little down. His own jeans were undone and slid down within seconds. Kenny took this time to glance to his left and look for Kyle's expression. But all he saw was the redhead walking swiftly away in the direction he had been going before he stopped.

Kenny smirked a little, but his smile disappeared when he felt something ice cold probe slowly into him. He gasped loudly, scratching his nails into the harsh brickwork and breathing hastily.

"Are you alright?" Craig asked, pausing from where he had positioned himself at Kenny's entrance. Kenny simply nodded, his shoulders hunched and his eyes screwed shut. He was lying of course. In all truth he felt as though he was being ripped in two from the back.

Craig took a secure hold on Kenny's hips, rested his head on the blonds shoulder and rocked his hips slowly inward. Kenny yelped loudly again, scrabbling at the wall and winding his hands into fists. Craig gradually built up a steady rhythm, moving backward only to thrust back in. The pain Kenny had been enduring eventually dimmed down as the pleasure took over.

He bit his lip and moaned through it as Craig continued to push into him. Each time Craig ventured further, and at last he hit a particularly sensitive spot buried deep in the blond. Kenny yelled with surprise and pleasure. Craig grinned widely, kissing down the blonds back and neck as he continued to hit the spot. Kenny hissed inward through his teeth with prolonged pleasure.

"Fuck... Fuck..." Kenny began to mutter under his breath on each inward thrust. Craig also began to grunt with concealed pleasure. He sucked on the skin on the side of Kenny's neck and left splotches of red standing out obviously against the blonds pale skin.

"Craig..." Kenny began, breathing heavily and pushing back into Craig. "I'm gonn-"

"Me too," Craig said quickly, hammering into Kenny a last few times before his head exploded in fireworks and a curious shuddering sensation reverberated through his body, swelling in his stomach. Kenny felt Craig fill him and exploded ropes of white against himself and the wall.

The pair collapsed almost instantly into a pile. Craig rolled off and out of Kenny and panted, staring up at the sky. Kenny however, rolled into a ball and closed his eyes. Within moments the blond was sleeping like a log. Craig smiled lightly and reached for the orange parka a little away from himself. He threw it over Kenny, then removed his own jacket and placed that over him too. Then he sat against the wall, a hand stroking Kenny's hair, and sighed.