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Warning: AU –Second World War

M-Rated!Contains coarse language, violent imaginary related to the context of war, and sex.

I do not own South Park. I do not own anything. I wish I was that f* genius!

Kyle played all music compositions Herr Cartman had given him.

When finished, he received a great ovation from the guests and the host himself. Then drinks were distributed by all. Butters pulled a chair for Kyle, so he sat between the two large couches. He was thirsty from all the energy put in the music and drank his whisky eagerly, causing some amused giggles in the room.

Kyle smiled genuinely. He was having a wonderful time. He had not played the violin for too long. Four years without letting even the smallest note escape the instrument had been a torturous eternity. The reason why he would play the rest of the night if he was asked to. Kyle was also enjoying the company. He actually though the Nazi's friends were nice and fun. At a certain point during the night, he had drank enough to laugh as cheerfully as the others. In the back of his head he had thought the sound was strangely familiar. He truly could not remember the last time he had laughed this much.

Butters asked him if he knew other compositions. And he did remember fragments of some, which he played with pleasure. When he could not remember any other symphonies or sonatas, he improvised and started quite a jam session, joined by clapping, singing and dancing. An enjoyable sphere reigned in the living room, the result of the combination of drinks, music and laughter. Butters, who was clearly the one with the less resistance to alcohol, asked Kyle to teach him how to play the violin. It was a funny situation, Butter's handling the violin clumsily with his broken finger, playing horribly out of tune; and Kyle having spontaneous fits of laughter due to the situation.

Herr Cartman watched Kyle with an amused smile on his lips. The damn Jew had surprised him today with his talent, spontaneous and charming manners. Craig sat next to him and watched the Jew with a similar interest. Since he arrived, he didn't take his eyes away from the red haired boy. Herr Cartman was, of course, aware of this. Yet, he wasn't surprised all that.

"Wipe those dawn sick thoughts away, will you?" Herr Cartman said out of the blue, but Craig knew exactly what he was talking about.

"You have to admit. He's quite an interesting specimen." Craig said in an appreciative tone. "Quite exotic, if you'd ask me. Red hair, green eyes, creamy skin. Rather on the skinny side, but hot, nevertheless. How much would you sell him for?" Craig casually asked.

"He is not for sell." Herr Cartman merely stated.

"1,000 Mark?" Craig suggested.

"Craig, I'm warning you."

"1,500 Mark?"

"You're not having him.""

"2,000, perhaps?"

"Cut it off, asshole! I've told you before. I don't sell meh Jews so you're not buying this one either!" Herr Cartman murmured annoyed. He knew very well what was playing in other boy's mind. He knew Craig often bought Jewish boys to abuse them, until he eventually lost interest and sent them to their deaths. Not that it bothered him, he could care less. But Herr Cartman somehow didn't want Craig to have Kyle. He decided a long time ago this redhead was his Jew. He was his toy and he was the only one who got to play with it.

"Okay, fine. I get it. You want him for yourself. Can't blame you for it." Craig dismissed pacifically, but the fat Nazi felt the blood rush to his head.

"You have a weird imagination." Herr Cartman retorted upset, causing a knowingly smirk in the other boy's lips. The fat Nazi nervously drank the rest of his glass empty. Craig was right about him, of course. His own mind started imagining all sorts of things he could do to this Jew, all of them being quite hot and steamy. He is truly tempting, makes me want to roll my fingers in those red curls and taste his creamy skin…Wait! What? What the hell am thinking? Did his fucking kike just put some kind of Jewish spell on me? Fuck, what the hell I'm I thinking? Damn this Jew, he's giving me weird thoughts. The fat Nazi rubbed his temple nervously and could already feel some sweat drops on it. He decided he had enough of whiskey for one night.

"Hey Cartman, bring us the good stuff" Clyde suddenly said between the laughter.

"Yeaaaay! The gooooood stuff!" Butters stupidly echoed while he handed back the violin to Kyle. Herr Cartman shook his head at the blonde's overenthusiasm. He got up, left the room but quickly returned with a box. Kyle watched him with curiosity as the fat Nazi sat down and distributed some strange pipes to his friends. The Nazi put some kind of dried substance on the end of the straight pipe, lighted it, puffed it a few times and then handed it over to Kyle.

"Ehm, I don't smoke." Kyle politely refused.

"This is no ordinary stuff! It's opium." Herr Cartman said in an offended tone.

"Opium?! Isn't that illegal?" Kyle asked appalled, while the others giggled amused. The Nazi stared blankly at him and then arched an eyebrow.

"Of course it is illegal. That's what makes it fun! Now take it." The fat Nazi said in a tone that added no discussion.

Kyle swallowed hard. His parents would kill him if they were to discover he was having a wild night with alcohol and drugs. Yet, part of him was curious. He had heard enough stories about opium's relaxing but hallucinogenic properties, but never thought he would ever dare to try it. "Come on! Take a smoke, Jew!" It was not a request, but a clear command and Kyle obeyed. He inhaled the smoke and soon choke on it, coughing heavily, causing a wave of laugher in the room. He looked painfully at the Nazi, who nodded encouraging him to inhale more. He reluctantly obeyed and coughed another few times, but after a while, his lungs got used to it and soon were full of opium. The living room grew silent as everybody savored the wonderful effects of the drug.

"Ah, my parents are so going to ground me." Butters said in a slurry voice, as he landed back on the couch, half laying on top of Clyde.

"Hey, check out the Jew. He's totally digging it." Craig said amused while he pointed at Kyle.

He was still sitting on the chair between the two couches, his legs spread to the sides, the violin lying against one of them. He had his head pulled back and exhaled the smoke with no hurry. A feeling of crude relaxation spread out through his whole body. His limbs felt numb, but his mind was active. The room was spinning around in an enjoyable way, colors went from unfocused to sharp and bright. Kyle surrendered completely to the pleasant effects of the drug. It was an escape from reality. He forgot all of his past, all his bad and good memories. The camp, the hard work, the cold and the dead bodies ceased from existing. Kyle released a contented giggle. It was a feeling of total freedom and he embraced it desperately.

"You're quite enjoying yourself, Kahl. And thinking you wanted to let it pass." Herr Cartman accused. Kyle lifted his head a bit to look at the Nazi. He drew an unfamiliar mischievous grin and leaned over, so his face was close to the Nazi's. Herr Cartman saw the blur of euphoria in the green eyes and knew, whatever was coming out of that mouth, was a result of the drug.

"Well, I have reasons to be wary, fatass. Usually, when you offer me something, it's rotten." Kyle said in a secretive tone.

He gave the Nazi quite an audacious look and a grin Herr Cartman would categorize as flirty. The Nazi let out an amused chuckle, not even bothering with the insult the redhead had come up with. He should have known Kyle had figured out he was the one depositing the decomposed corpses in the fields. He watched as the Jew leaned back, his gaze still on him, giving him an accomplice look. And at that moment, Herr Cartman felt all barriers that existed between them dissipate. During the day, they were enemies, one race subduing the other. During the day, they lived in two contrasting different words. But right now, under the influence of opium, they were friends and partners in crime. They were the same.

…

Kyle couldn't remember how he ended up lying down on the couch with Bebe on top of him. All he knew was that, right now, she was indulging him with gentle electrifying kisses on his neck, under his chin, on his lips. He surrendered completely to pleasure when their tongues met. His mind had already lost all grip of reality. All Kyle lived now, were the urges his drugged mind sent to his body. He inhaled Bebe's sweet perfume, caressed her hair, and slid his hands down her back. The passion and heat increased by the minute and Kyle protested with a groan when Bebe broke the kiss.

"Did you have a girlfriend before you came to the camp?" She asked with a whisper in his ear, making Kyle shiver from the feeling.

"Uhm, not really." He lazily spoke. "I had once a girlfriend, long ago…Rebecca was her name. Turned out to be a total whore." He widened his unfocussed eyes when he heard some laughter nearby. Craig and Herr Cartman, who were the only ones to demonstrate some resistance to the drug (Clyde and Butters were already snoring for a while), were watching the scene with interest.

"Did you ever make love to a girl?" Bebe asked again with a soft whisper and Kyle shook his head. Bebe grinned widely, while she slip her hands under Kyle's shirt, making him flinch at the touch, his body's temperature rising fervently.

"Guess we have a virgin in the house!" Craig said with a predator glint in his eyes. Herr Cartman chuckled at the comment. He was hypnotized by Kyle's natural responses to Bebe's advances.

The Jew had allowed Bebe to dispose of his is blazer, waistcoat and tie, which laid forgotten on the floor. His shirt was half way unbuttoned and his red curls were in a mess. His eyes were unfocussed and his cheeks rosy. Bebe kissed him with more passion, which was eagerly corresponded. Both emitted small excited noises and breathed heavily as their bodies asked for more than gentle caresses. Somewhere in the mist of his fuzzy thoughts, Kyle knew this was wrong. He knew there was a public watching him making out with this gorgeous girl. Somewhere in the back of his mind, a voice told him to stop. But the alcohol and drugs had consumed too much of his mind and the warnings dissipated like the morning haze when he felt fingers grasp firmly around his cock. He gasped shocked and marveled at the same time. He closed his eyes, pulled his head back and allowed pleasure invade his body as the wet warmness of Bebe's mouth caressed his member in ways he didn't think were possible.

"Check out, Cartman." Craig said, his eyes dark from lust. "Not a child anymore."

The fat Nazi shifted on the couch uncomfortably, the images unfolding before his eyes making his own dick grow under his pants. He cursed internally, hating the Jew for looking so hot. Kyle's eyes were shut tight, his lips slightly departed, breathing deep and releasing once in a while a cute moan or groan. His left hand's fingers were digging in the couch, while his right hand rested on Bebe's head, guiding her to suck him more vigorously. It was the most perfect erotic sight Herr Cartman could possibly imagine.

The pleasure and pressure were built up to an unbearable point until Kyle let out a louder groan, while his whole body shuddered at the overwhelming pleasure that spread over it. He heard laughter in the background, the zipping up of his pants and Bebe's voice telling him he tasted like milk and honey. She laid on top on him and their eyes met for mere seconds. Kyle's eyelids were too heavy and he couldn't keep them open any longer. He zoned out and entered a light sleep, listening to the voices of Craig and Herr Cartman in the distance.

Their words slowly sunk like poison in his half unconscious mind, producing images that could only come from Hell.

A/N

I was gladly informed by some reviewers (first version of this story), the most popular drug during the World War II, which use was stimulated by the Nazi, was a one composed by methamphetamine (to bring soldiers in a euphoric state). Yet, this did not looked like a fitting drug for Cartman to use in such an "upper class" soiree. Since crack wasn't discovered yet (which I used in the original version), I accepted the suggestion of reviewers and opted to change it to opium. It does seem more fitting to the personality of Cartman. The reviews I received in the original story were crucial for this chapter, so I could correct some serious historical inconsistencies. Thank you so much!