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

Title: Here Comes The Rain: Chapter Four – Pay For Your Sins.
Author: Toni (ToniTheTerror / dark--romance)
Beta: None.
Fandom: South Park
Pairing(s): LizzyxBebe, KylexCraig, KennyxKyle, KennyxCraig, KylexStan.
Warnings: Prostitution, Sex, Vulgar language and actions, Swearing, Yaoi/Gay/BoyxBoy, Lesbian/Yuri/GirlxGirl, a lot of boring Kenny-thoughts.
AN: Gah. Filler chapter. YOU KNOW THE DRILL. Read it quick, pray for next chapter soon. Sorry I'm taking long taime. I'm too busy with preparations for London Expo. Cosplaying Ze Mole. C: Enjoy!


- Chapter Four; Pay For Your Sins -

Kenny awoke, rubbed his eyes and sat up. Though he whacked his head rather hard against something solid that forced his head back down into the pillows behind his head.

"Ouuuchh..." he mumbled, holding his head in his hand. He had a slow thumping head ache now, as well as a red mark that was beginning to swell. He rubbed it softly, and then opened his eyes slowly. He was met by a wooden roof.

"What the fuck?" he asked the silence as he ducked out of the bed. He realised quickly that he had been sleeping in the bottom bunk of a very small bunk bed. The covers were pink, with white spots and flowers dotted around it in random places. Obviously it was a girl's cover and as he looked round the room, he discovered he was in a girl's room, too.

"What..." he began, but trailed off as he saw a picture frame on the pink desk to his left.

Quickly, Kenny moved over to the desk and crouched to view the picture through his tired eyes. It was of a family of four. The mother and father stood at the back, a young boy at the front, and a smaller girl in his arms. The mother had curled blonde hair which fell in soft ringlets about her face. The father and the little girl both had light red hair, almost orange. The only odd thing about the photo was the boy's hair. It was jet black. Completely different from how the parents or the sister looked. Kenny wouldn't have seen this picture as a clue to tell him where he was if the boy didn't look how he did. He was holding the little girl, who was pulling a blue hat from his head, and with the other hand the boy was flipping off the camera.

Within seconds, memories flooded back to Kenny.

"Oh, shit!" he cursed loudly, then looked around for the door. Before he could move to open it, however, a voice sounded from behind the pink wood, and a knock splintered the silence.

"Hey? Kenny? You alright in there?"

That nasal voice could belong to no-one else.

"U-Uh, yeah. I'm fine..." Kenny replied, not thinking straight, and only thinking of an excuse to leave as quickly as possible.

"..Can I come in, then?"

"S-Sure," Kenny answered before he'd really thought about it. "Your house, not mine..."

A chuckle, and the door handle turned, letting the tousled form of Craig Tucker enter the room. He was hatless, and still in pyjamas. He laughed again, leaning against the frame of the door and watching Kenny. Kenny took this moment to look at himself, and realised that the red shirt he was sure he had been wearing a few hours earlier was gone from his body, as was his parka. Both these items were laid across a small pink stool beside the bed. Kenny groaned upon realising his chest was completely bear, and he was dressed in nothing but his slack tracks. He darted his gaze up to Craig and willed his cheeks from turning pink to no effect.

"What?" he asked, stumbling slowly over to the stool to retrieve his clothes.

"Nothin'," Craig answered with one of his smirks plastered across his face. "Mom washed your clothes, by the way. And your parka."

Kenny didn't really need to be told this. As soon as he picked up the clothes, he could tell they had been washed. None of his clothes ever smelt like this, except for the rare occasions that his family welled up enough money to take the washing basket to the laundrette.

"Thanks..." he muttered in response, unclenching his arms to tug the red garment over his head.

"You better hurry up. We have school in a half hour. Mom'll make your breakfast downstairs, kay?"

"Alright. Thanks." Kenny mumbled as he watched Craig go.

It was strange, to Kenny, to be talking so casually to Craig. Kenny had had sex with Craig, in the back alley of a liquor store, and they had both been pissed out of their minds. How was that a reason to act as if nothing had happened?

Perhaps Craig didn't remember the pair had had sex, and had just awoken beside Kenny, and taken him home...

Perhaps.

Or perhaps Kenny needed to hurry up, or be late for school.

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"You woke up in Craig's house?"

"Yes, Lizzy."

"And you ate his food, and walked out the door to school with him?"

"Yes..."

"And you didn't once mention that he fucked your brains out the night before?"

Kenny sighed angrily, leaning on his hand and staring at the pathetic sandwich he'd scrounged from his sister.

"No, Liz. We didn't talk about it..." he said, poking the bread with a finger.

"But you fucked! And you didn't just fuck anyone. You fucked Craig Tucker! Dude, do you have any idea how scared he is of commitment and sex and all the other shit?"

"Yes, I have an idea!" Kenny almost yelled. His sister was beginning to annoy him more than anything. She had no idea how weird it had been to have Craig fucking you, when you'd been to so many parties, school events and stores as his best friend. Suddenly their relations had been given a violent shift from friendship to sexual partners. What Kenny found most irritating, was that Craig acted as if what they had done was nothing huge. He wasn't shy with Kenny, nor was he discussing what the pair had done with each other. Kenny hadn't intended to have sex with him. He had simply intended to go to the liquor store, get hammered, and stagger home. He'd nurse his pounding head the next day, and forget his troubles for a few days. He hadn't intended Craig to come along, hand him a bottle and drink with him. He hadn't intended for Craig to kiss him, and for them to go all the way, and he hadn't meant for Kyle to see-

"Shit!" Kenny cursed loudly, realising why he felt so bad about his actions now. He remembered how he had acted when Kyle had appeared. What was more, Kyle had just broken up with the male who fucked him senseless in the space of 10 minutes. He couldn't understand why he even did it. Kyle hadn't done anything toward him. He was just in love with Craig, as Kenny was in love with Kyle...

"What's wrong?" Lizzy asked, looking at Kenny with a curious look.

"N-Nothing..." Kenny replied, shaking his head and standing.

"Wait, aren't you going to eat that?" Lizzy asked, looking up at Kenny, and gesturing at the full sandwich before Kenny.

"No... I'm not hungry," the blonde lied, before he started outside.