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!

Herr Cartman guided Kyle to the kitchens.

He put some hot water on a pan and when it was boiling, he put the gas off and added some dry leaves.

"What's this?" Kyle asked, while the Nazi handed him a mug with the liquid.

"Green tea." He merely stated. Herr Cartman exited the kitchen to soon return with a bottle of whiskey. He poured some into a glass and drank while eying the Jew. "What was that all about, anyway?" Kyle took a sip of the tea and looked at the Nazi. His head was spinning and the world was again a blur of sensations, where colors and scents became intensified. The effects of the opium didn't seem to want to wear off that soon.

"I dreamed that I…that I was in Hell." Kyle said in sheer realization. He still could see the white flakes in front of his eyes. The slow sad march to death. The bodies burning. He hastily drunk the rest of the tea, but it offered no comfort. He stared remorsefully at the bottom of his empty mug.

"Well, I guess after such a nightmare, whiskey is more welcome than tea." The Nazi said, while he poured some whiskey in the Jew's mug. Kyle desperately drank it in one shot and then shook the mug in front of Herr Cartman, his head bent down in defeat. The Nazi was a bit surprised but consented with an amused chuckle and poured some more whiskey. This time Kyle drank it slowly. Silence filled the kitchen. The fat Nazi stared at the red haired boy and noticed his lost and tortured look. He gave a heavy sigh. "I must confess…" Herr Cartman uneasily started. Maybe it was the whiskey talking for him. "…I'm happy I have you over tonight." Or maybe the words just needed to be spoken.

"So am I." Kyle whispered with a small smile, his eyes never leaving his mug. Despite the horrible nightmare and his drugged state, the redhead was still aware he was in a pleasanter place than barrack D34. Herr Cartman smiled too, but shook it off quickly. He was sure the alcohol was finally affecting his brains. The Jew looked really temping right now and the Nazi decided it was time to go back to the living room, before he would do something really stupid.

"Come. Let's join the others. They might want to listen to some more music." The Nazi ordered and Kyle followed him, walking only half balanced.

They switched curious looks when they reached the living room's door and heard strange sounds coming from inside. Herr Cartman, already suspecting what was going on, opened the door nevertheless. Kyle froze at sight while the Nazi groaned annoyed. Clyde and Bebe were doing it on the couch while Craig watched them with a grin. He sat on the opposite couch, Butters lying next to him, still sleeping soundly. Clyde was partially undressed, but Bebe was bare skin and she moaned delightfully while her lover banged her with voracity. Herr Cartman closed the door again, looking upset.

"Ay! It's every fucking time the same shit!" He complained while he turned to face Kyle. The Jew had his eyes still widened from the shock. He was completely flushed and his lips seemed to want to say something, but didn't find the words. Herr Cartman grimaced. After seeing those vivid images and now looking at that beautiful face, the Nazi knew he couldn't resist any longer. "Come Jew, I don't think they need our company anymore." He said while he guided Kyle along the corridor. He opened his office door and Kyle entered it, still walking unbalanced and still wearing a look of shock on his face.

"Are Clyde and Bebe…?"Kyle asked while he entered, feeling absolutely confused.

"Yes, they are a couple. Have been for quite some time, already." Herr Cartman said while he closed the door and locked it. "Bebe just likes to play with other guys, once in a while."

"What are you doing?" Kyle asked when he saw the Nazi turn the key.

"I don't want anybody to disturb us." Herr Cartman casually said, while he gave the Jew a hungry look. Kyle's heart started racing. His brains seemed to want to tell him something about not being safe, but his mind was still sluggish. Nevertheless, he took a few steps backwards, while the Nazi walked slowly closer to him. "Herr Cartman?" Kyle asked unsure when his back hit the bookshelf.

He had spoken in such a meek voice, that it triggered the other boy. The Nazi put his right hand behind Kyle's head and forced his lips on the Jew's. Kyle's eyes widened greatly and he made a protesting sound, while the other tried to force his tongue inside his mouth. But Kyle was shocked and had his teeth gritted, denying any passage. Frustrated, Herr Cartman pulled Kyle's head back, grabbing him by the hair. When the Jew opened his mouth to scream from pain, the Nazi invaded his mouth. Herr Cartman pressed his body against Kyle's, so he was trapped. He wrapped his fat fingers around the Jew's wrists, stopping his squirming, while his tongue ravished the redhead's mouth. Kyle released another protest sound, but it was muffed by the violent kiss. After a while, Herr Cartman broke the kiss, and Kyle stared at him bewildered.

"What the fuck?" The Jew shouted shocked, confused, infuriated. Herr Cartman placed his hand on his neck, his fat fingers pressuring his skin, just under the chin.

"Kiss me back, Jew!" He angrily ordered and could see the incensed look the other's face. The Nazi crushed his lips against the Jew's again. Kyle gasped and received a nibble on his bottom lip. "Kiss me back." The ordered again, but this time it sounded almost like a plea.

Their eyes were momentarily locked. Herr Cartman read the confusion and shock in the green ones, but no fear, never any fear. He gently licked Kyle's under lip and nibbled it another couple times. Then he pressed his tongue against Kyle's teeth. The Jew, not wanting to disobey the Nazi, opened his mouth and allowed the tongue to enter. Like he was ordered he corresponded the kiss by touching the other's tongue hesitantly. Herr Cartman satisfied with his submissive behavior, pushed himself closer and deeper into his mouth. Kyle opened his mouth a bit wider and the Nazi moaned pleased. Kyle kissed back hesitantly for a while, but meanwhile, he felt his body temperature involuntarily rise. At a certain point, his tongue started acting by its own accord. Kyle's mind became fuzzier by the minute. Soon they were engaging in a hungry kiss, the taste of their saliva maddening them, just like the warmth of their mouths. A part of Kyle's brain urged to tell him this was wrong. It told him he shouldn't be kissing another guy. He shouldn't be enjoying it. Especially if that other guy was Herr Cartman. But another part of his brain told him he didn't care. It told him he was liking the kissing. He was enjoying tasting the evil Nazi. And that part of his brain was quickly winning ground. They broke the kiss, gasped for air and stared at each other. Both switched surprised looks, shocked at their own actions and growing desire.

"Shit. You are enjoying this." Herr Cartman said genuinely surprised, while he looked at the Jew, who stared back at him in a mix of angry embarrassment and nervous lust. The Nazi gave shorter hungry kisses and stopped to contemplate the face of his unexpected lover. He had rosy cheeks and his swollen lips were departed, breathing heavily. His eyes stared back expectant, desire filling the depths of the forest green. The Nazi felt all his blood concentrate in his crouch, thinking he never had seen a more beautiful sight in his life. He violently ripped off Kyle's shit, buttons flying through the office. He pushed Kyle away from the bookshelf to the leather couch he used to receive guests. The Jew fell on his back and Herr Cartman climbed on the couch to bend over Kyle. He stared at the startled Jew with a malicious smile. "I am so gonna fuck your brains out."

Kyle knew he should had found the words frightening, but instead they excited him. Herr Cartman, ripped the rest of the shirt off, so the Jew was bare chest. He kissed, licked, nibbled and bit Kyle's skin, from his neck, to his nipples, down to his belly. Kyle panted wildly, all these sensations being entirely new for him and being intensified by his still drugged state of mind. He let small pleasurable moans and small painful groans escape his throat, which drove the Nazi mad. Herr Cartman's erection was starting to pain him, so he quickly removed the Jews pants and underwear, throwing the clothing on the floor. Kyle released a small yelp at the action and suddenly was very aware of his nudity under the stare of this hungry Nazi. He released a louder yell when the Nazi gripped his penis with his strong fingers.

"You're only half hard." Herr Cartman said disapprovingly. "And thinking you gave your full load to Bebe. That bitch! Oh well, I'll blame it on the drugs." The Nazi released Kyle's genital, who gasped relieved. But it was short lived, for the Jew flinched with another yelp when Herr Cartman inserted his index in his ass opening.

"What are you doing?!" The Jew asked confused, truly not understanding what was going on. Why was the finger intruding a part of his body created only for outgoing?

"How else will I fuck you?" Herr Cartman whispered venomously in his ear, while he inserted a second finger, resulting in a loud painful grunt. "I could use your pretty mouth, but I somehow have the feeling this way is going to be much more fun." He moved the two fingers in and out, causing a series of protesting groans from Kyle, which aroused the Nazi's excitement. He cursed under his breath, knowing the Jew wasn't fully prepared, but his walls felt so tight around his fingers, he couldn't hold it back anymore. He inserted his large and hardened genital inside the Jew's body, causing a loud yell of pain. "Ah, you're so tight… Shit, you feel so fucking good!"

"Ahg! It hurts!" Kyle screamed, while he pulled his head back and shut his teary eyes tightly.

"Your fault Jew!" Herr Cartman said with a grunt while he thrust his cock all the way inside the other's body. "You shouldn't be this fucking hot!"

Kyle gasped at the burning feeling of his small opening being forcefully open to allow passage to the thick erection. He bit his under lip from pain when he felt the hardened genital pull out a bit. Then it was pushed all the way back inside and Kyle released another scream of pain. And another and another. Herr Cartman pounded violently and smirked when he saw blood drip from the anus. He removed his cock and painted its purple head with the red blood. He inserted it at the opening, wetting its walls. He looked at Kyle, who bore a pained expression on his face. He obviously wasn't enjoying the sex, which annoyed Herr Cartman a bit.

The Nazi decided he could care less. He wet his lips with his tongue and pushed his erection again all the way up Kyle's ass. He watched, with sadistic pleasure, the Jew pull his head back, open his mouth, while another painful scream filled the room. He moved a bit out to push right back inside, this time hitting a spongy area. Kyle whimpered at the sensation and widened his eyes greatly, while a surprised "oh" escaped his lips. Herr Cartman smirked contented. He had found the boy's prostate. He searched for the sensible spot, brushed it, hit it with force and watched transfixed at the Jew's reaction. Each time he hit the prostate, his touch vibrated pleasure chills through Kyle's body, making him release moans of delighted pleasure. Herr Cartman kissed him madly, his tongue moving as wildly as his hips. He released a satisfied grunt when Kyle's body started moving rhythmically with his, engaging in a perfect synchronized dance.

"Ah…You're…fucking good…for a …Uhg...fucking virgin!" Herr Cartman said between groans, while he banged and pounded as wildly as he could. Kyle surrendered to the marvelous feeling the ass pounding did to his body. The excitement grew unbearably and his need quickly matched the Nazi's. Kyle lost his mind and uttered painful pleasurable moans and grunts. The Nazi fastened his speed and watched the Jew's body jerk at each powerful thrust. "Ah…You're enjoying…aren't you?" Herr Cartman asked, feeling powerful and proud by the way he succeeded in making Kyle horny. "Answer me!"

"Arg! Ah!...yes!" Kyle answered with a strangled voice. Never in his life did he ever dream this kind of pleasure existed. His mind was dead. He could not think. He didn't want to think. All he wanted was to feel. Feel the heat inside his body. Feel the sharp pain that sent him shivering of pleasure. Feel the nasty taste of whisky and cruelty. He more the Nazi hurt him, the more he needed him. The more pain he caused, the more pleasure he felt.

"You're my Jew!" Herr Cartman whispered possessively in Kyle's ear, sending new electrifying pleasures down his spine. "Don't you ever forget that!"

With these words, Herr Cartman pounded madly, sensing the orgasm was imminent. Their bodies practically jumped on the couch, from the energetic impulses their hips produced. Their foreheads were dripping on sweat, their faces flushed. Kyle dug his nails on the Nazi's back, scratching his skin until it bled and mingled with the salty sweat. While their bodies moved frantically, they produced loud noises of crude pleasure. When Kyle thought his body was going to be ripped in half and he would die from sheer enjoyment, an indescribable wave of pleasure flooded his body, making him release a series of loud moans. Herr Catman watched the Jew come under him and gritted his teeth as he too felt his release drive him insane and, with a grunt, his genital jerked and spilt his milk inside of Kyle. He collapsed on top of the Jew.

They remained a long while laying without moving. Limbs numb and hanging to the side of the couch. Their mouths open, panting heavily. Their hearts pumping the blood fast, but gradually returning them to their normal rhythm. Kyle's head was spinning, his back was aching and his ass was sore. But it had all been worth-while. Never in his life had he ever experienced anything this good. He sighed satisfied and Herr Cartman lifted his head to look at his Jew. He had his eyes closed, his curls were a mess, his cheeks were still rosy and the soft smile on his lips slowly faded as weariness swept over his worn-out body. The Nazi knew the boy was falling asleep, but felt himself too awake.

He carefully stood up and looked upon the sleeping boy. He thought Kyle was too good to be real. Which was the truth. Because Kyle was really too good to be real. He was a Jew. A filthy, money greedy, immoral and deceitful Jew. But none of these words he always associated to the Jewish people matched this redhead. Carefully, he cleaned Kyle's body from the blood and semen. Afterwards he gently covered him with a blanket. None of things he ever learned, believed and preached about Jews matched this boy.

And this worried him.

Greatly.

A/N

Of course you were right when you thought the chapter's title was borrowed from Kings of Leon!