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 sat on a broad divan.

He watched the dark silhouette lay motionless on his large bed.

He could not sleep.

Not when troubled thoughts lingered his mind. Not when Kyle's accusing words of betrayal burned his ears. Not when the image of Craig hurting the redhead haunted him. Not when a series of unpleasantly unfamiliar feelings plagued his heart. Failure, guilt, compassion. The fat Nazi wondered since when he started acting protective towards the Jew. Since when did his intentions stopped being those of sadism and torture, to actually transform into a form of caring?

Herr Cartman sighed heavily and rubbed his fingers on his forehead tiredly. Although he never said it aloud, he enjoyed Kyle's company. Whether it was when they were making out, or when they were treating administrative matters. Precious little moments, like when their eyes met while they talked, or when they switched smiles while they crossed paths in the corridor. He valued immensely the small chats after their passionate moments, and the intellectual conversations they had after Kyle played music. Even though he never admitted, he loved these special moments they shared together. He cherished the intense look in Kyle's green eyes, filled with the fire of passion. He loved the way Kyle tried to hide his smile when the Nazi sneaked in his little office just to hold him, kiss him, be with him.

Where were you? Why did you leave me?

Kyle's haunting words echoed in his mind. He had sounded so scared, so betrayed, so vulnerable. And then Herr Cartman wondered, since when did Kyle feel protected by him? The Nazi wasn't stupid. He had noticed for already some days, perhaps even weeks, that the redhead looked at him differently. Because in the beginning, there was always a tension and wariness around Kyle, which only dissipated when they touched or when he played the violin. Lately, the Nazi had noticed a new glint of curiosity in the Jew's eyes, new softened expressions and more sincere smiles.

And he wondered if Kyle trusted him.

Felt safe with him.

Liked him.

This was his most hated interrogation. Because it made him feel both insecure and vulnerable. Nobody ever liked him. Especially in the way he hoped Kyle did. Because this thought warmed his cold empty heart. It made him long for something he never received in his life from no living being. Not even from his mother.

He knew it was his own fault. He was, after all, the one that permitted a more than necessary interaction with the Jew. It was him that sough more than sex with the redhead. It was him who stimulated Kyle to slowly come out of his shell and pretend to forget they were enemies. Maybe they pretended so much that they truly forgot it. And now, Herr Cartman realized how needy he was. He realized how much he lacked a sentiment he for long convinced himself he didn't need. Because now he wanted it, he needed it, so very desperately. And the idea Kyle could give it to him gave hope. But the idea he could be fantasizing everything wrong or that the Jew was using him for some scheme to get himself free, hurt insanely. So he decided he should avoid Kyle from now on, with the pretext the boy was healing from his wounds, when truly, it was him who was afraid of getting wounded.

Herr Carman could not sleep. Instead, he listened to the soft heavy and rhythmic breathing. But somewhere in the mist of his troubled thoughts, he fell asleep. And dreamt with the faintest, but sweetest touch on his cheek. The words thank you were whispered in his ear and he smiled in his sleep. In this pleasant dream.

When Herr Cartman woke up, the sun was already high and his bed empty and cold.

…

Four long days went by after Craig's visit. Kyle stood in front of Herr Cartman's office door for an undetermined while. He hesitated, feeling his courage wanting to leave him at any moment. Herr Cartman and Kyle had been avoiding each other with success. But the Jew missed the fat Nazi. Terribly. He didn't enjoy the distance, but regretfully needed it. Because Craig's attack had surfaced feelings in the redhead that he been pushing aside and purposely been ignoring.

Kyle had felt uncomfortable to wake up on Herr Cartman's bed, just like he had felt uncomfortable leaving it while the Nazi slept. He was mostly uncomfortable with the fact Herr Cartman had seen him in his most vulnerable state and treated him in the kindest possible manner. And for this, Kyle was extremely grateful. He wanted to thank the fat Nazi that morning, but Herr Cartman never called him to his office and never visited him either. Kyle had thought of going to the fat Nazi's office instead, but each time the idea crossed his mind, his heart panged and his legs became jelly.

During four long excruciating days, Kyle allowed himself to be dominated by his fears. Because he knew, whatever he felt, was much greater than just gratitude. It was something way more significant. He had sensed the new feeling shyly emerge from the depths of his soul for some time now. But lately it was growing fast and strong. And then Craig came. Kyle had seen the wild fury in the fat Nazi's face, when he lifted Craig in the air. But when his brown eyes searched for his, they were warm, caring and full of concern. Herr Cartman had taken him under his wing. He had comforted, cared and protected him devotedly that evening.

Kyle was used to be strong. Since a small child he was well-known for being resolute. During the progressive oppression of the Jewish race and the hiding years in the small attic, Kyle often felt like he was the family's pillar. He was the one that never faltered, the one that always found a manner to stand up and go on, the one that faced life's challenges with a smile. He interiorized so much he had to be strong, that he never allowed himself to go down. To be weak. He became proud and refused to be helped by anybody. He associated weakness to humiliation and degradation. He forgot what it was to feel scared and vulnerable. He forgot what it was to need somebody else's support. Until he met Herr Cartman.

In the camp, the fat Nazi had pushed him hard. To his physical and mental limits. Herr Cartman had done everything to remind Kyle that he was as weak and as vulnerable as anybody else. He was there to remind him that, as strong as he liked to think he was, Kyle was a human being and had his limits too, like anybody else. And he succeeded in proving this the day Kyle became the camp's bodies' fetcher. It was the first time in long years that Kyle cried openly, in somebody's arms. The first time he felt the need of being cared and protected. And realized how wonderful it felt being loved. To be enveloped in his father's protective arms, lullabied by his gentle voice. How relieved he felt after the weeping. The way he felt renewed, like if a new fresh strength emerged from inside of him.

Kyle knew he should hate Herr Cartman for making him suffer, but he didn't. Herr Cartman not only reminded Kyle of his vulnerable side, as he accepted it without judging the redhead. After his breakdown in the Dark Room, Kyle truly thought the fat Nazi would mock him or despise his display of misery, anguish and despair. Instead, he seemed to consider his emotional outburst normal, nothing out of the ordinary. In the same manner he didn't make a deal of Kyle's distress after Craig's attempt in raping him. Herr Cartman had comforted, cared and protected him without making a fuss about it. Which Kyle highly appreciated. Mainly, because normally, Kyle would consider his behavior immensely humiliating, but Herr Cartman made it feel okay. The Nazi allowed Kyle to learn to be whole with himself again and accept his weaknesses as a part of his being with normality. And so his gratitude grew stronger, colliding with a growing feeling of empathy towards the fat Nazi.

Kyle closed his eyes, took a deep breath and opened the door. He wouldn't wait a second longer. He had tortured himself for enough days and he needed to thank Herr Cartman right now. He needed to show him how he felt about him. And he had figured out exactly how. All he could hope was that the sentiment was reciprocal.

Herr Cartman stood up from his desk the moment Kyle entered his office. The Jew turned the key and the Nazi's eyebrow arched, his look going from surprised to wary. Kyle could feel his heart pound wildly, his hands were already shaking and he felt his face flush furiously when he saw Herr Cartman.

"I wanted to thank you. For the other day." Kyle awkwardly said and finally took courage to take a few steps inside the office. He halted when Herr Cartman moved away from the desk to stand in the middle of the room, right opposite him. He was still giving him the suspicious look, obviously not understanding the reason for Kyle locking the door. "I should have said it right away, or when I woke up, but…" He paused and stared at the Nazi hesitant.

"But I was sleeping." The Nazi finished the sentence and Kyle could hear the annoyance in his undertone.

"Yeah, you were…I should have come to your office later on, but…" Kyle silenced and gave a shake of his shoulders not knowing what he should say next. His words died in his mouth and he swallowed dry.

He never felt this nervous before. Because he never had been so aware of his feelings this way. It all made him feel insecure. "I realize, the other day, I never had the chance to tell you what I knew about love-making." Kyle almost whispered, his green eyes avoiding the brown ones, his cheeks burning from embarrassment. Suddenly he feared the fat Nazi would laugh at him, mock him, or worse, say something cruel and despising. But instead he was silenced. Kyle finally had the courage to lift his head. Herr Cartman was looking at him surprised and perplexed. This gave the redhead the little needed courage to slowly walk over to the Nazi. He only stopped when they were just inches apart. "Well, it's not something I can really put into words…But I can show you."

Kyle whispered the last part, his gaze avoiding the Nazi's eyes again. His chest rose and fell a bit faster than it should and his heart was beating madly. Hesitantly, Kyle's hands rested on Herr Cartman's arms, he lifted his head slightly, his eyes on the Nazi's lips and kissed him softly. His breath fastened while he waited for the moment Herr Cartman would pull him away and ask angrily what was the matter with him. But it didn't happen. So Kyle gained a little bit more courage and kissed the Nazi's lips several times, gentle dry sweet kisses. Then he pressed his lips with a bit more force, departed them and his tongue caressed the Nazi's under lip. Kyle felt a soft shaken breath leave Herr Cartman's lips when he opened his mouth slightly allowing entrance to the Jew's tongue.

Kyle kissed slow but skilfully, tasting the familiar warm interior. He released the faintest moan and slid his hands on the Nazi's back, bringing them closer together. Herr Cartman emitted a moan too and his strong arms curled around the Jew's thin waist. His tongue met Kyle's eagerly, a bit impatient at first, but soon let himself drown on the sweetness of the slow kiss. They barely moved, their bodies still, holding each other, their tongues doing all the work. Their breathing became heavier and faster as the sweet kiss became hungry and heated the blood inside their veins. They departed, needing to inhale precious oxygen. Herr Cartman looked slightly downwards to meet Kyle's face. The redhead was flushed, his lips full and his eyes glinted beautifully.

"That was…amazing." The Nazi muttered with a gasp and Kyle smiled in a mix of shyness and pride. Kyle planted a few more chaste kisses and slowly pushed his body against the Nazi's, forcing Herr Cartman to pace too. "What are you doing?"

"To the couch." Kyle whispered playfully between the kisses.

Herr Cartman was a bit taken aback by the redhead's initiative and advances. This was something he never had expected from the Jew. It was true that Kyle was always cooperative and corresponded lustily to his moves, but it was all implicit in the contract after all. Knowing the Jew was acting by his own free-will turned him on completely and he easily surrendered into the redhead's slow, tender but heated manners. And so, Herr Cartman allowed the Jew to guide him to the sofa and lay him down, on his back. Kyle climbed over him, so he sat on the Nazi's lap. Kyle looked into the brown expectant eyes for a second and smiled. He kissed Herr Cartman willingly, their tongues never tasting this good before.

Herr Cartman gasped a bit surprised when Kyle's fingers started unbuttoning his waistcoat, their lips only departing when the Jew helped him take it off. The redhead then proceeded with the unbuttoning's of the Nazi's shirt, while their kisses grew hungrier, their breathing heavier, their bodies expectant. Herr Cartman sighed of sweet satisfaction when Kyle's lips left his to plant small kisses down his neck and on his collarbone.

The Nazi closed his eyes and pulled his head slowly back, when Kyle's cold and shaky fingers traced down his warm skin. The redhead's chaste kisses transformed into tasty small licks and nibbles on his skin. Herr Cartman felt the Jew's teeth carefully nibble his earlobe, felt his tongue trace his jaw and neckline, his lips envelope his nipple. He released a moan as Kyle tortured his senses in his extreme slow manners, with sweet caresses and tender touches. His large hands travelled to the Jew's back, slipped under his shirt and caressed its silky warm skin, moving his fingers up and down.

After a while, his hands travelled down and rested on Kyle's buttocks, massaging and softly squeezing them. The redhead moaned and kissed Herr Cartman on his lips more fervently. Proud of the effect it had on the Jew, Herr Cartman moved his hands to Kyle's sides, caressing his tights and travelling inside of them. Kyle moved his hips involuntarily as the Nazi's hands moved very close to his crouch. The redhead continued kissing, nibbling and licking the Nazi's chest, while their hips moved against each other, rubbing their growing erections. They gasped, panted and moaned between their slowly torturous moves.

At a certain point, Kyle decided to undress his own shirt. As soon as he was bare chest, Herr Cartman moved his warm hands to his hips, let them travel up and down his back and pulled Kyle closer to him so his mouth could meet Kyle's nipple. The redhead released a shaken moan and his hips moved faster against the Nazi's, the heat and desire growing more intense. Herr Cartman took pleasure in tasting the Jew's chest, his tongue sliding on his creamy skin, while he matched Kyle's hips dance. Kyle breathed heavily and moaned delightfully, feeling his excitement grow by the moment. He carefully loosened up from the Nazi's possessive hands, moved away from him and stood next to the couch to undress his pants and underwear. Herr Cartman followed his example, ridding himself of the rest of the clothing. Kyle climbed up on Herr Cartman again, bending over him while lowering his groin against the Nazi's.

The contact of their hardened erections made both gasp and they moved their hips a while longer, relishing the amazing feeling the friction of their genitals provoked. The panting and moaning grew. Kyle's eyes were locked on Herr Cartman's all the time, their lips and tongues meeting hungrily once in a while. The redhead suddenly stopped with the movement of his hips and his lips travelled the Nazi's skin downwards, leaving a trace of warm kisses and wet saliva on it. Herr Cartman gasped and moaned marveled when Kyle gave a lick on the head of his penis.

He chocked a curse as the redhead licked the shaft up and down, pressing his warm tongue against his pumping vein. He shut his eyes close and pulled his head back when Kyle's mouth surrounded his cock's head and moved up and down his length several times. After a while, Kyle stopped and Herr Cartman groaned a protest. But the redhead shushed him smilingly while he bended over him, placing his index on the Nazi's lips. Herr Cartman was perplexed for a few seconds but when he felt Kyle's hand guide his dick to his anus he understood he had been preparing himself, by wetting his cock properly. Kyle slowly moved his hips downwards, making Herr Cartman's hard erection move upwards inside his warm body. Both moaned from the pleasure and restarted their hips synchrony.

Herr Cartman watched Kyle marveled, as the boy moved up and down, slowly. He was sitting on him and never looked this sensual before. His lips were swollen, his cheeks flushed, his eyes were half closed and the red curls were disheveled. Kyle grasped the Nazi's arms with some force to give leverage to his body while he moved his hips faster, higher and deeper. Their bodies danced a long while, changing speeds, giving more or less power. Kyle moaned desperate, while the pleasure was becoming unbearable. When he couldn't take it any longer, he laid on Herr Cartman's chest and burried his head on the Nazi's shoulder, their hips moving rapidly. He received each vigorous pounding with great delight. Herr Cartman placed his hands on Kyle's buttocks, pressed them and reinforced their movements. The moaning grew louder. Kyle was becoming hysteric, crying small moans against Herr Cartman's shoulder, as the banging against his prostate was driving him insane from pleasure. The Nazi could feel his climax reaching and pounded more and more violently inside the Jew's ass.

"I'm coming! I'm coming!" Kyle desperately cried. "I'm co…Ahhhh!"

The redhead moaned erotically several times and continued balancing his hips as Herr Cartman was still banging insanely inside of him. Kyle lifted his head to face the Nazi, whose cheeks were becoming flushed from the pressure. Herr Cartman kissed Kyle madly when the great wave of pleasure invaded his being and his erection unloaded in the Jew's ass.

"Auhhhh! You're fucking perfect!" Herr Cartman shouted in his climax.

They both remained a long while silenced, relishing the afterglow, sensing each other's breathing and heart rhythm diminish. After some minutes, Kyle moved his head lazily and kissed Herr Cartman's cheek.

"Kalh. You are not from this world." Herr Cartman said, while he lifted his head to face the redhead, who looked at him curiously. "I think you are a demon sent by your Jewish God with the mission of messing me up completely."

"Really?" Kyle said with a satisfied grind. "And how successful am I being in my mission?" He asked with a seductive voice.

"Very successful. Very much indeed."

A/N

This chapter was clearly inspired by Pink's amazing song "F*** Perfect. :)