"YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!" Kyle hollered, his fury reaching the high point. Kyle couldn't even put into words his anger when he saw Cartman towering above him smirking smugly. He gritted his teeth, "I-I- you've REALLY outdone yourself this time you bastard!"

Cartman started to laugh at the rumpled Kyle, making his anger uncontrollable. Kyle attempted lunging at Cartman, catapulting onto his tummy (which had muscled up since going into high school however was still slightly chubby) so he got knocked down. It worked! Cartman not expecting such a violent reaction stared wide eyed as he fell to the floor. Flustered he tried knocking off a violently furious Kyle who was flinging punches at him viciously.

"Get the hell off me Jew!"

"No fucking way!" Kyle refused, his hands still raining on his body, "You lock me in this tiny dark cupboard for what I am guessing the whole afternoon all because I have red hair! You fucking moron! Do you know how low that is?"

"Don't forget I also did it because you are a dirty Jew too." Cartman replied smartly and Kyle roared in frustration. Cartman secretly smiled in pleasure at his reaction.

Cartman tried blocking Kyle's blows with his beefy hands, squinting every time one aimed for his head. The Jew boy weighed nothing as he straddled on top of him and Cartman found himself worrying if he ate enough, much to his distaste. Why would he even care about the greedy Jew? Especially in this situation!

With this new found disgust of worrying for Kyle he managed to fling him off his body, and Kyle landed on another cardboard box, banging his head on the metal shelf above with a hiss. While Kyle was down for now Cartman decided to snip in one more snide comment before making his exit.

"Looks like my red headed Jew hasn't learnt his lesson to control his evil ginger side," Cartman sniffed, using his mock innocent act he used when talking to his class mates. "You'll have to just stay in here a little longer."

Kyle blinked up at Cartman for a moment processing his words. Just as Cartman put his hand on the handle of the door that was slightly ajar to exit he was leapt on by an enraged Kyle again. Falling backwards, he pushed the door shut with him.

They toppled into darkness, the light now vanishing along with the only route of escape. Now that door was shut there was no way out but to wait till somebody else opened it. Kyle, who had the whole afternoon to adjust to the dark could easily see the squirming fat ass below him and grinded his teeth. Before Kyle could open his mouth Cartman beat him too it.

"You fucking stupid kike! How the hell are we going to get out of here now?!" Cartman's annoyed face and even more annoyed voice made Kyle smile above him, but that soon turned to confusion as he furrowed his eyebrows.

"What do you mean? You locked it, you get us out!"

"No dumbass! When you shut the door it locks itself! You need someone from outside the cupboard to open it!"

Kyle at first just stared blankly down at Cartman before his fury once again came as fast as a lightning bolt. "YOU ASSHOLE! This is ALL YOUR FAULT! I cannot BELIEVE it!"

"What do you mean it's my entire fault?" Cartman said outraged into the darkness, he knew Kyle was sitting on him by the light weight he could feel on his waist however couldn't see his face. In fact, he couldn't see anything. "It's YOUR fault for being a Jewish Jersey freak!"

"Shut up Cartman." Snarled Kyle, his face reddening. "You're such a conceited asshole about everything!"

"At least I'm not a fag!"

The words rung out into the stuffy air of the cupboard and Kyle froze above Cartman, not believing what he was hearing. What? How did Cartman find out? How did he know? Did he know that in some sick twisted way Kyle loved him? What was he going to do – exploit Kyle, tell everyone – it was obvious! Kyle bit his lip, maybe he doesn't know. Maybe it was just an insult Cartman thought of and he was completely over thinking it.

Still frozen he looked down at Cartman studying his expression. He knew Cartman couldn't see him, so he took this moment to analyse him. Cartman seemed more annoyed and puzzled at Kyle's silence than triumphant and Kyle let out a soft sigh in relief. It was just a coincidence. He shook his head smiling a little at the panic he just got himself wound into for nothing. Kyle's eyes flickered back to Cartman's face.

How can something so evil have such an angelic face? Kyle couldn't deny his obvious attraction towards Cartman. He just couldn't help but melt into a puddle when he saw Cartman's chocolaty brown swirls. I mean of course, when they meet his they always shone an evil glimmer. Which he couldn't stand but I guess their whole relationship is based upon a burning hatred of each over which made Kyle's love stronger. Kyle longed to kiss Cartman's lips, feel the soft yet passionate control Kyle had longed for since he was thirteen.

Of course, Kyle's longing gazes couldn't last forever.

"Dude." Cartman said blankly, making Kyle blink in surprise as his voice is usually laced in some sort of spite, "You're like, still straddling me. Can you erm, move off?"

Kyle blushed furiously, thanking god that Cartman couldn't see, and stumbled off. Of course, being in this cramped cupboard, Kyle was forced to sit squished in between the box of pencils from earlier and another plastic box full of smaller plastic boxes. Kyle's legs still had to rest on Cartman's however, who took up most the space. He felt Cartman heave his top half up, so he was comfortably sitting with his legs outstretched.

"Dude your skinny Jew legs are still on me." Cartman stated as if the teenage boy didn't know that. Cartman shook his legs up and down to try shake off the legs that were thrown over his. Although… to tell the truth Cartman didn't really mind. He sort of liked the way the Jew had casually strewn his legs over his as if it was nothing. He was just complaining because he knew it would anger Kyle – the way his cute little button nose scrunches up and his face blushes slightly is so adorable! Cartman finally caught up to his thinking and shut them away reddening, what was his problem?!

Meanwhile, Kyle scowled in annoyance before sarcastically replying. "Oh, I'm sorry that my legs are on you, I'll just move swiftly off them since we have all this SPACE! Look at all the SPACE we have Cartman; I can stretch out my whole body if I wanted too! Thanks for locking me in this bright cheerful SPACIOUS room Cartman! I really fucking appreciate it!" By the end Kyle's voice was so bitter even Cartman's face screwed up in a grimace. Kyle rolled his eyes when the other boy didn't respond, muttering. "Fat ass."

"Jew, being locked in here is just as much as your fault as mine!"

"Oh please Cartman! I wasn't the one who completely bullshitted his class to get his enemy in a fucking cupboard! And you left me here the whole afternoon! Do you know how stuffy it got in here?"

Cartman rolled his eyes before casually responding. "Whatever Jew, you survived."

"That's beside the point!"

Cartman nearly smiled in delight at the way his cute Jew boy was snarling his words with over dramatic pronunciation like he did every time he was irritated. He sighed; irritation seems to be the only emotion he could provoke out of the ginger Jew.

"Look, forgive and forget, yeah?" Cartman stated making Kyle let out a huff of air from his cheeks.

"Oh yeah, forgive and forget."

Cartman ignored the sarcasm in Kyle's voice and nodded, grinning. "Good."

It was silent for a moment. Cartman staring into darkness thinking of the fight he had with Stan earlier today and Kyle glancing in the boxes that surrounded him. The thought of being trapped in a burning dark room with Cartman was terrifying as well as hot to Kyle.

For a start, how did he know Cartman won't physically kill him with one of the sharp pencils in that cardboard box? It was quite possible and the dumb ass probably wouldn't hesitate in trying to do it. And it also seems the already tight space of the room had gotten tighter since Cartman entered. Both his fat ass and Kyle's emotions to Cartman making it seem this way.

But in some strange way the fear of staying in this cupboard had vanished from Kyle's mind completely. Kyle had some strange feeling that Cartman would protect him from anything that may happen. Which is ridiculous, Kyle sighed, because Cartman hates him and would start a Nazi camp with him being first to go in, if he could.

But yet he felt safe. Strange.

"How long do you think we will be in here?" Cartman asks suddenly, dragging Kyle out of his thoughts. Kyle blinked sleepily.

"Erm, I'm presuming when you came to get me it was the end of the day?"

Cartman nodded looking over at Kyle. He blinked, rubbing his eyes for a few seconds. Just as Kyle was about to answer his question he was interrupted. "Dude, I can sort of see you now."

Kyle nodded smiling. "Cool."

"Not really." Cartman disagreed with a smirk, "I have to see your ugly ginger self now."

Kyle shot him a dirty look but a smile was on his face. "Well, I've had to deal with looking at your fat ass for the past what? Forty minutes?"

Cartman glared, "Shut up Kahl! I'm totally all muscle now!"

Kyle rolled his eyes. "Sure, dude, whatever you say."

"I am, dumb ass Jew!" There was a pause, "But seriously how long do you think till someone comes?"

Kyle peeked over at Cartman curiously. "Why?" He asked slowly, suspiciously.

Cartman glared, crossing his arms protectively over his chest. "What? I'm just wondering. What's wrong with that? Nosy Jew. Always digging their big ass noses where they don't belong!"

Kyle scrunched his nose up in confusion about his ranty outburst when it clicked. "Cartman are you scared?"

"What?" Cartman instantly protested, his eyes darkening and his cheeks going pink, "No! Stupid Jew!"

Kyle smirked, "Are you sure Cartman?"

"Yes I'm fucking sure! Why would you even say that?" Cartman frowned, grumbling before repeating what he said earlier, "Stupid Jew."

Kyle rolled his eyes secretly. He was totally scared. "Don't worrie Cawtman, Kawyl's eer fow chu."

"Fuck you Kahl! I'm not scared!"

Kyle giggled under his breath. He leaned forward a little too pat Cartman's leg in mock sympathy. "Seriously Cartman, no need to worry. I wouldn't be scared – Stan is bound to come for me soon."

Cartman's face scrunched up in annoyance at the fact Kyle thought he was scared. Scared? Him! Yeah, whatever. He kicked Kyle's hand off his leg (causing Kyle to smile wider) and crossed his arms over his chest, huffing.

"I should have known your boyfriend would sweep in and save you." Cartman spat in revenge making the smile that was on Kyle's face to wipe off immediately. Kyle's eyes hardened.

"Stan isn't my boyfriend." He stated determined.

"Are you sure?" Cartman raised an eyebrow, smirking at the fact he had the upper hand now. "You two always…"

"Always what fat ass?"

Cartman grinned secretly – his Jew is so easily angered! "I don't know." Cartman shrugged, "I mean, everybody at school thinks you fuck secretly so..."

Kyle's fists clenched. "Fuck you! No they don't! I and Stan obviously don't do that!"

"I'm just saying. The way he defended you today when I locked you in the cupboard - it seems you two really do fuck."

"Shut up fat ass! Stan is my best friend of course he's going to try and stop you."

"Well, he doesn't get a detention for just anyone now, does he?"

Kyle, who had an angry retort at the tip of his tongue stopped himself suddenly, confused. "Wait what? Detention?"

"Oh yeah, your stupid hippie boyfriend attacked me when I didn't let you out." Cartman grumbled, before looking up smirking again. "Probably because he knew he wouldn't get a fuck till the end of the day if I didn't."

Kyle smiled at the thought of his friend defending him before what Cartman said registered. He glared. "For the last time fat ass, Stan isn't my boyfriend!"

"Hmm, I'm not so sure."

"He's not! That's just sick!" Cartman gave him a sceptical look making Kyle grit his teeth determined, "He goes out with Wendy anyway, fat ass!"

"Dodgy threesome?"

"Fuck you!"

"Well, don't shoot the messenger. I just think, like everybody else thinks, that you're gay for Stan."

"I am not gay for Stan!"

"But you are gay?"

"Of course fat ass but that's not the point!"

Kyle's angry face turned puzzled when he saw Cartman's jaw drop until he realized what he, himself had just said. Almost instantly his eyes widened dangerously and his hands clamped his mouth comically. Kyle dropped his gaze to the floor, his face burning with shame and fear.

Oh god. Oh fucking god. What has he just done? What was his problem? He was asking for it! He was practically asking for Cartman to taunt him and hurt him! He covered his face in his hands for a second before removing them slowly, massaging his face to try keeping him calm but he just couldn't. It was like his stomach suddenly didn't fit right and he had a horrible feeling in the centre like something was dropping. He felt his heart rate increase considerably. He hadn't even told Stan that he was gay and now Cartman knew?!

"You-you're gay." Cartman stated making Kyle blush more. He decided to stay silent. This was horrifying. Kyle's eyes prickled with tears which he tried his best to keep back. "You're a fag."

It was silent for a moment. Then Cartman started laughing.

"BAHAHAHAAHA! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! SHUT! UP!" Cartman started to roll over slightly, his stomach hurting from too much laughter. He knocked down a few empty boxes but neither he nor Kyle cared. Kyle was looking away from Cartman, concentrating on what seemed to be a load of old DVD's. "You're a queer! I should have known! Oh no! OH GOD! This is so funny!"

Kyle still stayed silent. Cartman didn't seem to mind Kyle's unresponsive attitude and carried on anyway.

"A JEW FAG! HAHAHA! This is fucking hysterical! As fucking if!"

"C-Cartman stop." Kyle muttered, his teeth clenched so he didn't cry. Now that would be awful. He can just imagine Cartman's face of joy if Kyle started to cry like a baby.

Cartman was laughing so hard that he didn't even hear Kyle's feeble attempt to stop him. "So who do you like Jew faggot? Kenny? Clyde? Token? BUTTERS! HAHAHAHA!"

"Cartman. P-please stop." Kyle felt himself get a little more confident now, however not enough to confront the bullying Nazi. He doesn't understand, Kyle thought distressed, what if he ever found out this 'Jew faggot' was in love with him? With this thought, Kyle felt a sudden urge of anger. This isn't fair! He didn't want to be this way!

"Kyle Broflovski. Gay. This is the best day of my life." Cartman uttered, his face a picture of pleasure.

Kyle scowled. "With the way you're acting I'd say you were gay for me!"

"Maybe." The sincerity in the word that accidently blurted out of Cartman's mouth stunned both boys equally. Kyle's eyes widened again as Cartman tried back tracking what he said. "W-W-Well what I, err, meant was that erm, may-maybe if I was a, erm, disgusting f-fag like you then."

Kyle was still staring at Cartman as all humour drained from his face. He squirmed under Kyle's gaze which was strange as he was never uncomfortable with Kyle – unless his crush for him got in the way when they were too close.

"Cartman, are you gay?" Kyle asked straight out, unfazed by Cartman's surprised and frightened gasp.

"N-no. Of course not stupid fag Jew! It's your faggot germs! They got on me!"

"There is no such thing as faggot germs Cartman!" Kyle paused. "Are. You. Gay?"

Unbelievably a small ignite of hope had lit in Kyle's eyes as they glistened with unshed tears. What if Cartman was gay? Kyle couldn't express the happiness he would feel – but even to him it just didn't sound right.

"Gay? Me?" Cartman snorted, but Kyle noticed his hands were shaking a little. "N-no way dude. I-I wouldn't…I'm n-not…"

Kyle stared sternly at Cartman. "Spit it out Cartman!"

Cartman's face reddened when a new look crossed his face. "Stop changing the subject Kahl! What does it matter if I'm gay if you're the FAGGOT?!"

Kyle looked at Cartman curiously. "So…you are gay, then?"

"Yes!" Cartman suddenly squeezed his eyes shut, shaking his head. "No! You fucking Jew getting in my mind! That's all you ever do you no good dirty Jew ginger!"

Kyle smiled, growing more confident. He felt like he was on a rollercoaster of emotions today. "But you still haven't answered my question, fat ass. Are you gay?"

"Fuck you Kahl, stop asking that!"

"Why?" Kyle asked innocently. "It's just a question of your sexuality."

Cartman's face reddened. "Don't look at me with those big innocent eyes, Kahl! I'm warning you!"

"Why not?"

Cartman turned even redder. "B-because they're really fucking distracting when you're asking such dumb ass questions!"

Kyle felt his heart flutter with Cartman's words, even if he wasn't sure if that was a compliment or not. Yet, he wasn't going to lose track on what they were talking about. If Cartman was gay, he might have a small ounce of a chance of actually getting together with him! I mean, there's no guarantee that Cartman could ever like him, but it's worth a shot at trying.

"Just answer the question fat ass!"

"Shut up goddamn Jew!"

"I just want to know!"

"I'm not a fag!"

"I don't believe you."

"Why not? Get it into your stupid ginger head!"

Kyle slumped back eventually, his legs slouching back onto Cartman's like there were before he got worked up and straightened them out. Slowly, all the hope drained from Kyle as he grumbled, "Fine, Cartman."

"Good Jew." Cartman praised, pleased as he too rested on the wall behind him like he was previously, "Can't be having anyone find out now, can we?"

"AHA!" In a blink of an eye Kyle was straightened out again, pointing an accusing finger at Cartman. A smug smile stretched out on his face, and hope glittered in his eyes at the thought of ever having a relationship with Cartman. "You just admitted it!"

"No I didn't." Cartman protested, even though he obviously so clearly did. Cartman was getting hot again, and pulled the collar of his shirt. "I think it must be this stuffy closet air getting to your head Kahl."

Kyle suddenly shifted, growing more confident now he knew Cartman's secret. He turned his small body slightly so he was hovering over Cartman. His head was next to the Nazi's stomach, flashing his eyes up with a grin.

"You're gay, Cartman. I knew it!"

"Fuck you Kahl."

Cartman was getting uncomfortable the way Kyle had positioned himself on top of him. The worst thing was, he was enjoying this. His little Jew acting like he was the prey. Cartman's cheeks blushed when he realized he had the urge to flip them over and be the one to look at his Kyle like that. Make him feels exposed and weak.

"Maybe."

Even Kyle was a little surprised at the forwardness of his words and actions. But he was enjoying this too much to stop – he had imagined this happening for years, playing it over and over in his head. He had created this scene time after time in all different scenarios and here it was. This was it. Except the fairy tale ending is that they kiss and sparks fly like in the cheesy novels and they walk out hand and hand.

Kyle knew it was ridiculous but if things have gotten this far then maybe it might actually happen!

Cartman spluttered, which shocked Kyle even further. Cartman is always such a confident cocky asshole and it was weird to see him so vulnerable. Then he did something even Kyle didn't think he would ever do.

He leaned him and kissed Cartman on his cheek.

The warmth of Kyle's lips going on Cartman's cheek was enough to set him off. Cartman grabbed his stupid Jew and crushed their lips together, desperately wanting more after waiting in the tension for so long. They fit just as Cartman imagined, like slots to a jigsaw puzzle but Kyle was unresponsive. Cartman, despite of Kyle's no-action-what-so-ever continued anyway. This felt too satisfying and good not to.

"Marman!" He heard the muffle of Kyle speaking against his lips and the vibrations of it tingled making Cartman hungrier for his precious lips. Leaning over Kyle now, slipping one hand under his silly green hat to clutch his hair and the other on the side of his cheek he guided Kyle to a comfortable position. Cartman couldn't get enough; it was like he was getting intoxicated with Kyle's warm smooth lips on his.

He flicked out his tongue, and felt Kyle squirm below him. He loved that! He loved the power he had over him. Cartman expressed his pleasure with a low growl. This was when Kyle felt the strength to push Cartman away. Cartman flew backwards as well as Kyle, and for the third time today Kyle fell into the box of pencils.

Panting, Kyle touched his wet lips hesitantly. He couldn't even smile – he was too shocked. What had just happened? Is he dreaming? Is this all some sort of hazy dream and he is actually sitting in English class imagining it all? But no, the 100 mile per hour heart beat rattling in his chest was real. The tingling he felt on his begging lips was real and the adrenalin he felt kicking through his veins was all real too.

He slowly sat up, blinking, to hear a voice shouting angrily. "DUDE! WHAT THE FUCK!?"

Kyle eyes fluttered a he looked up to see a rumpled Cartman who had also fallen into a box, causing a bunch of books to tip over and smash onto his head from the shelf above. His hat had fallen off in the process of making out, and Kyle would have drooled at seeing Cartman's ruffled brown hair flop over his chocolate eyes if he hadn't been so confused.

"NO! Dude! You what the fuck!?"

"What do you mean?" Cartman asked as if oblivious to what had just happened.

Kyle stared at him like he was an alien. "You just kissed me!"

Cartman shrugged, before grinning wickedly. "Yeah I did. Pretty good, wasn't I?"

Kyle's jaw was nearly on the floor. "Dude…you just kissed me."

"Yes." Cartman repeatedly slowly, as if talking to a five year old. "I did just kiss you. And it was pretty damn good." Kyle stayed silent, staring at Cartman still. "Don't you think, Kahl?"

"B-but you kissed me."

Cartman furrowed his eyebrows, a lopsided smile on his face. "I thought you were gay?"

"I-I am." Kyle stuttered and Cartman frowned suddenly. His eyes darkened.

"You aren't seriously going out with that stupid hippie Stan are you because -"

"NO! No! No!" Kyle interrupted him, gaining confidence from the ridiculous false accusation. "We've gone over this!"

Cartman grinned, sliding his way other to Kyle. "Well that's good, my little Jew, because then I can have you all to myself."

Kyle laughed awkwardly, shuddering. He managed to let out a weak joke to try and lighten the tense mood. "Well, you've always been a greedy asshole, Cart-"

"Shut up." He growled, sweeping down and making Kyle do just that.

Okay, still Part 3 to go…if you even want to read it. To be fair, I do think I rushed this intensely however I couldn't help it. Sorry! I just love this couple! :3

Oh, and my counsellor said I shouldn't be on this site and posting storied blabla in case someone says something hurtful blablabla and it spoils all my therapy progress -_- Okay, sorry for the immature blablabla's but it is slightly annoying. So erm…try not to leave too much hurtful comments because then I'll probably get my therapist moaning at me again.

Thank you to the three that commented. I was seriously happy about that - and by 'happy' I mean jumping around yelling :D

Okay enough of me ranting, sorry .

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