Coming back into work was like walking on eggshells. Kyle was hoping to skip the eggshells all together.
"G-Gah- Christ Kyle, y-yuh-you know you don't have to do this anymore you're really proving your point." Tweek gasped out as they made their way into the Rac Rolls building bustling with coffees in their hands.
After being here for a full week it was now Kyle's prerogative to bring Eric his morning coffee each day amongst the millions of other grueling tasks he had to do.
"It's fine Tweek, I've been handling myself fine!" Kyle said with a glare.
Since Kyle's talk with Stan he had been headstrong on one objective; surviving this workplace.
He'll play kiss ass, he'll suck up. Cartman was probably testing him, pushing him to his limits to see if he'd quiver and quit on the spot.
But Kyle refused to give up that easily, when his first check cleared saturday morning and instead of the first thought in his brain of how to stretch it out was how to spend it all– Kyle couldn't lose this job.
"I honestly think he was just testing me last week, and I think I passed honestly."
More like failed ultimately and miserably it was a surprise Eric didn't fire him right fucking there.
"A-And if it hasn't?" Tweek asked wearily.
Kyle sure fucking prayed it did. "I can't predict the future Tweek, I'll just have to see."
Kyle and Tweek rode the elevator together but the blonde soon left to deliver coffees out to the other important employees in the building.
Finally reaching the thirty-first floor the elevator doors opened to Eric Cartman standing there staring down at his schedule with Nichole standing next to him.
He only glanced up once and quickly formed a sickened sneer. "You're late."
Kyle reached for his phone pulling it out and seeing the clock now changed to eight o'clock. "Actually I'm right on time," Kyle snarked back, walking into the room.
He held the coffee cup out to Eric. "Got your coffee; extra sugar, three shots of espresso, and caramel."
The man took it from Kyle with a suspicious glare and took a sip. Kyle watched with an anxious stare.
"Hm decent." Was all Eric said and it was all Kyle needed to know that maybe he was finally in the good graces of Eric Cartman.
"Alright hurry up and get your shit together and meet me in Clyde's office; he has some stupid new marketing pitch." Eric commanded, still wanting to keep in the golden gates of Eric's good side Kyle was sure to be quick.
Alot of Eric's aggression had seemed to simmer.
But a lot of his other thoughts began to boil.
The thoughts of Kyle in provocative poses, clothing, face flushed and teary eyed, arching his back, begging for Eric, for releas-
"Here you are sir," Eric looked up to meet Kyle's pale freckled face flushed red and his chest heaving slightly.
God wouldn't he look so fucking good like that under us-
"Shut up–" Eric hissed lowly making Kyle raise a brow. "What?"
"Nothing Broflovski," Eric said quickly and snatched the papers that were delicately in Kyle's hand. "The fuck is wrong with you?"
Kyle huffed brows inching into a furrow expression. "The printer wasn't working out there, so I set the papers to print the floor below and it ended up in a printer four floors down."
Eric eyed him up and down. A perfect excuse to look at the unprofessional rushed mess Kyle had become and save it for the personal spank bank of his mind for later. "And you seemingly ruined the only half-decent suit you've worn since starting this job."
"Oh fuh-" Kyle's mouth closed quickly before letting his anger outburst out. The tiniest of smirk curled on Eric's lips watching Kyle compose himself.
"I like this suit very much actually; my mother gave it to me for my High School graduation." Kyle mustered out with an intense struggle to keep his anger at bay.
But Eric couldn't give a single fuck about where he got that ugly suit from. All he could think about is how this ugly thing shaped his body so well for that long.
"Is that all you need from me?" Kyle asked as his arms crossed over one another.
Eric blinked before huffing out a forced scoff. "No actually, pour me a glass of Whiskey please." Eric waved his hand over to the cart.
Eric watched Kyle with a fervid stare. Taking in the little eye roll as he turned and made his way to the cart. How his hips had an unintentional sway in each step he took. It was undeniably irrational how thirsty Eric was right now.
Kyle tried to reach for one of the whiskeys on the top shelf but Eric had to halt him. Wanting the young ginger to continue to be the star of a show that was completely unbeknownst to him.
"Actually grab the bottle on the bottom shelf– in the back." Kyle turned to glance at Eric but once his head turned around and he began to bend down a smirk was in full bloom on Eric's face.
Fuck– he'd do anything to get Kyle like that, Bent down ass on display like th-
"Fuck!" Eric swore trying to wipe the vision from his brain. The loud thunk and rattling of the bottles made a snickering snort quickly explode out of Eric's mouth as Kyle came up with the bottle Eric wanted in hand.
"What?" Kyle said with a hiss and a glare and Eric blinked before shaking his head. "Oh nothing, nothing at all."
Kyle came over a bottle and a glass and poured the drink for him halfway, placing the glass in front of him and the bottle down on his desk. "If you don't need anything else I'll be taking my break."
Eric was pretty sure he has a good memory of Kyle's ass– "Yes yes Kyle that will be all, run along now."
Kyle pouted in annoyance at Eric's words. Fuck he'd kill to watch him pout as Eric denied him to cum–
"Go fuck off." Eric snapped as he felt a spring in his cock and a deep urge to watch ginger twink porn.
Kyle huffed and quickly walked off before he opened the door Eric shouted. "Lock the door behind you! I don't need you till whatever the fuck I have to later."
Kyle looked at him with a raised brow before shrugging. "Fine whatever." He then did as instructed leaving Eric alone with a chub coming on.
"Motherfucker." Eric gasped out, reaching for that drink and downing it.
Kyle had well… a bit of a problem.
Week one had passed and week two flew by. But week three… oh week three was inching to a close and as well with a creeping realization that had Kyle's mind reeling.
And Kyle didn't want to admit it.
No fuck god no he didn't even want to acknowledge it.
There might have been a tiny– minuscule– smidge amount of sexual tension between him and Eric fucking Cartman.
Kyle was completely oblivious to it till other people noticed it.
First Nichole–
It was about mid afternoon on a Wednesday. Kyle had knelt down at the filing cabinet; putting away a few copies from accounting into the proper files while Nichole was seated in his desk chair as they talked.
"Like he pisses me off to no end but I think I can honestly handle it." Kyle proclaimed as he sifted through each folder in the cabinet.
"I don't know Kyle, I've been working here for almost a year now, and from my point of view alot of us desk people do not survive for long. He's had seventeen other assistants before you."
Kyle turned his head to look at Nichole with shock. "Seventeen?" He gasped out as the girl nodded.
Kyle turned his head back into the cabinet. "That is just fucked up."
"Cartman gets pretty demanding and it really piles on after a while. I'm surprised you haven't gotten the late night calls of him rambling." Nichole recalled and Kyle raised a brow.
"Late night wh-"
Eric's office door swung open loudly and his voice spoke anxiously and sporadically. "Y-Yeah whatever I'll meet you there right now I'm leaving my office-"
Eric's voice stilled before it erupted like he was caught in some trance. "I'll… call you back."
Kyle turned and looked at Eric with a slightt glare, the man had his eyes peered down– but not exactly at Kyle's eyes. "Need something sir?" Kyle asked flatly.
"Red."
Kyle blinked, staring wide eyed at the older man as his own eyes blew wide. "Uh– nothing. I'm just going to lunch and I might be longer than expected so hold all my calls and meetings till I return."
Eric quickly turned on his heel. The whole interaction was rather… odd.
At first Kyle had no clue what was up with Eric; he had sat there trying to piece everything together to understand why that word slipped out Eric's mouth.
But once that Elevator door closed with Eric inside, Nichole was quick to give Kyle the answer.
"Oh that red thong you're wearing is totally noticeable. I think that's the red thing he was looking at." Nichole said with a giggle.
Lets just say after that Wednesday afternoon Kyle was very careful about bending and kneeling down.
That was only the first time.
Thursday really was when the theory of blossoming sexual tension was starting to be planted into Kyle's head.
And he hated it.
Before Kyle had stepped out for his lunch break Eric had an interviewer come into the office to ask about his success and what was following for the next couple of months for the company.
Just a few questions about his success and a few pictures it would've been done by the time Kyle came back.
It should've been done by now.
The interviewer had some kind of little crush on Eric. Kyle noticed it instantly.
"Oh absolutely gorgeous ! You are going to look incredible in this feature!" Squeaked the young journalist as Kyle silently stepped in the room.
The red leather chair Kyle once sat in for his interview three weeks ago now had Eric in it, leaning back slightly with his legs spread. Giving a sultry glare into the photographer's camera and a devilish smirk.
The room suddenly felt so much hotter as Kyle stared at Eric. Their eyes haven't even met yet. But Kyle was lost in that stare, staring mindlessly as he felt himself walking towards a plummeting cliff he wasn't sure what would be the outcome–
Kyle stumbled right into one of the couches and fell face first into it as the camera shuttered taking its shot of Eric. A snort followed and Kyle's face flushed red knowing everyone in the room had seen that.
He quickly scrambled upwards and corrected his crumbled suit. "Ahem–" He sighed to release the rest of the explosion of embarrassment in his body. "Mr. Cartman, you have a meeting with the board now."
Eric waved his hand absentmindedly. "Those wrinkled bastards can fucking wait another twenty minutes. I want to make sure this lovely journalist gets all the time she needs." Eric purred as the journalist giggled.
"Oh Kyle, since you're here, get me a drink would you?"
"Yes sir." Kyle gritted out before making his way to the cart of liquor as Eric made another command.
"At the bottom in the back– you remember right?" Teased out the command; Kyle started to feel hot in the face again.
Kyle struggled hard to block the praise the journalist was giving Eric and how that fat asshole was soaking it up like a sponge as he did what was tasked. Kyle rolled his eyes, as he was coming back up he noticed something in the reflection of the brown liquid in the bottles.
Eric's head was tilted his way. Watching him like a perverse predator. Kyle's face was fucking burning at this point.
Kyle poured the drink and bit his lip gently before letting out a nervous gasp. His mind on a flustered reply of when he had noticed Kyle's red underwear. Was Eric looking at his ass again? Has he been doing it for long?
Why wasn't Kyle as mad as he should be?
Kyle handed the drink to Eric who took it with an intense watchful eye. "Why thank you so much Kyle."
"Is there anything else you need or can I go?" Kyle huffed as Eric took a slow drink.
There was a creeping feeling in Kyle's chest that he should've walked away and kept quiet. But it was far too late.
Eric lurched his arm out for Kyle's tie, successfully dragging the boy closer to his face, getting the scent of expensive cologne and the whisky whirling in his nose.
His hands gripped the leather armrest as his eyes blew wild and wide. "Say cheese," Eric murmured deviously.
As Kyle turned his head he barely had a second to react as the blinding flash of a photo being taken.
The tight grip on his tie was released and Kyle shot upward. His head was spinning and heated.
"That will be all Kyle." Eric's words filled his head and Kyle took it as the quickest way to leave. "Head to the boardroom. I'll be there shortly."
As Kyle walked by he heard it. The words of the journalist that Kyle wished the woman just kept to herself.
"What a lucky guy, I'd do anything to be in his position..."
Kyle did everything in his power to avoid any further damage from all this brewing tension.
Slithering past the burning stares, the lidded eyes, the words that had a locked door of double meanings Kyle refused to unlock.
It was Friday and Kyle really believed he survived it all. That these shared accidentally heated looks would just pass like a phase.
Kyle was already in the elevator making his way to the lobby. The plan to speed right to the train station home was dead printed in his head.
The elevator opened. Kyle expected to see any other plain faced employee.
Not the one person he'd been trying to avoid.
Kyle tensed up clearing his throat watching with a flighty eye as Eric stepped in smirk prideful on his lip.. "Good evening sir, I thought you had left by now…"
Kyle had prayed and hoped Cartman would have been gone–
"Had to check in with a few employees, the monthly meeting is in two more weeks and I need to know that everyone is doing their part accordingly." The large man stood next to him as they rode the elevator down together.
The silence the two of them shared only made it harder for Kyle to ignore all of the things about Eric Cartman that Kyle wished he hadn't ever noticed.
The way his smirk sent a shiver down Kyle's spin, how those dual colored eyes made Kyle feel hot and dizzy and unsure of himself. How there was such a large gap between their sizes–
"Have something to say Kyle?"
The words shot Kyle back into real life, it made him realize the elevator was much smaller than usual, it was moving much slower, the quickening of his breath– was it always this hot in here?
"E-Excuse me?" Kyle snapped looking up at Eric.
"Well you keep glancing at me with that look–"
"Look? What look?" Kyle hissed the words like venom. His disgusted embarrassment fuelled through his lungs like a heavy tsunami.
"Oh you know." The man said with a smirk. "Like you want to ask me something unprofessional."
Kyle turned away with a scattering scoff. "Ugh please, get your head out of the gutter. You're my boss."
"Oh so you're saying that you'd fuck me if I wasn't your boss?"
Kyle's blood ran cold. "T-That's not what I was trying to say at all…"
Eric had brought to light what had been tiptoeing around between the two of them, what others have been gossiping and theorizing. "Then what are you trying to say Kyle?"
Kyle would never make it a year here now–
The elevator doors soon opened with a ding and Kyle rushed out. "G-Good bye Mr. Cartman!"
Kyle ran right into Tweek and soon began pulling him out of the lobby. "G-Gah! D-dude are you o-o-okay?!"
"Let's just go." Hissed Kyle wide eyes and cheeks red.
The thing about September in New York City is it was still hot as balls as the seasons slowly and dreadfully changed.
The middle of the month is always the hottest before the temperatures begin to quickly falter.
And for someone as large as Eric Cartman it really took a toll on him.
He had discarded his suit jacket and vest, both lazily tossed on the red leather chair in front of his desk. A few buttons of his button up undone and his sleeves rolled up messily.
He leaned back in his chair, phone pressed to his sweaty ear as he swiped his even sweatier brow.
"Jesus fuck–" Eric growled.
"Is it still hot there?" Laughed the British voice behind the phone.
"Fuck off Damien; I swear it gets hotter ever year." Eric gasped out.
Damien had been his friend since highschool. They'd been through years together; sharing trauma about their shitty fathers, drug binges and being locked in the homosexual closet. Same with their friend Kenny. They were a trio of misfits.
The only difference between all three of them is they made it out of the hole. Eric only dug himself deeper.
"Are you making it to the benefit this year? Heard Ken's hosting it; or are you too busy fucking that anorexic twink?" Eric barked out as he balanced a pen on his thumb.
There was a scoff coming from the line. "Oh piss off he isn't some anorexic twink, you remember Phillip don't you from school?."
Eric's memory had slowly withered and chipped away but he had the faintest of memory, the tiny freshman that followed them around during their senior days.
"Faintly…" Eric grumbled.
"Of course, blow does that to a person doesn't it?" It was a hard jab and Eric hated to be constantly reminded of his attachments.
"Eat shit! If you wanna brag about your fucking sobriety-"
Knock knock.
Eric groaned. "What?!" He shouted out.
The door opened revealing Kyle, wearing some cheap white button up t-shirt and brown slacks that hugs his hips so goddamn perfectly.
Eric rolled his eyes. "Gimme a sec'." He mumbled into the receiver. "What do you want Kyle?" Eric snapped his attention back to the boy.
"I need to make some copies for the forms you signed today. Copier out there doesn't work." Kyle said, pressing the folder to his arms tight.
Eric waved him off. "Yeah whatever." He immediately brought his attention back to Damien. "Answer my question fucker– are you going to the benifit or not?"
"Possibly Eric, I know you're aware I'm finally Executive Producer of the EMEA, I have alot on my plate."
Eric smirked. "Right, congratulations on that."
"You're only saying that to butter me up."
Eric laughed. "Is it working?"
His eyes flashed to Kyle across the room. The ginger's head flashing down back to the copier; avoiding getting caught staring.
Eric's smirk bloomed wide. Only half listening to Damien. His need to impress was shifting to Kyle.
"You'll know when it is, have some patience."
As Kyle was gathering the copies his head slightly turned to Eric, he winked at Kyle.
He watched as the ginger tensed, quickly rushing out and closing the door promptly behind him.
"Eric."
Eric didn't bother to remember the question only coming with one of his own, staring at the door where Kyle left from. "Have you seen my new assistant? Kyle?"
"You mean the newest boy you're so obviously drooling over in that article from last week? You have no taste Eric really." Damien hissed through the line.
Eric scoffed. "Ay! I got plenty of taste."
"It's why you're so big…" It was faint but Eric heard it through the line a scowl crept on his face. "Fuck you asshole!"
"I swear your 'taste' gets younger and younger by the years." Damien said with a dark chuckle.
Eric gritted his teeth. It wasn't his fault.
When he first found the taste for the same gender it was how any young boy before technology found it.
Magazines stashed between floorboards and bedframes, watching Patrick Swaze in dirty dancing, and experience.
Getting to touchy feely with the poolboy when father was out for a business trip and mother was away for a movie shooting, when Scott was in his own little world that didn't involve tormenting Eric.
Late dark nights with roommates back in the academy when one of them would slip into another's bed– and each other's underwear.
Sharing some heated touches from upperclassmen who gave him that look.
The spiraling club nights he snuck into when he went wild in England during his school days. Letting any party goer feel him every which way.
And as Eric grew the more corrupt he became. The more he merged into the perverse mindset of darkness. Of overpowering a young weak mind like his once was.
"It's whatever," Eric tried to brush off, it's what he knew, to keep his mouth shut about his turmoil and troubles. Of his dark twisted desires and how they were eating away at his mind.
"Eric it's- you know what, whatever fine– you probably hear it from your wife as it is."
Eric huffed and Damien spoke on. "If you want advice to not scare off your assistant I'm willing to give it to you."
"I'm good." Eric said flatly. "I got it covered."
He wanted to scare Kyle a little bit.
As attractive as Kyle looked in his dingy cheap tight clothes they rapidly became an eye sore to Eric.
Especially when he noticed a pattern of cycling clothing.
Eric was usually quick to fire whatever poor sap that couldn't upgrade his wardrobe fast enough to please him.
"Good morning sir. Here is your coffee and for your schedule today you ha-" Eric cut Kyle off midway as he set the coffee down.
"Didn't you wear that shirt two days ago?" Eric grimaced, eyeing Kyle's entire ensemble.
He had worn those shoes three days ago, and those pants were from just the other day–
This was a breaking point usually for Eric. To just tell them to get out and leave. But he wanted to keep Kyle here– desperately.
"Oh I'm so sorry I don't have a personal collection of designer clothes." Kyle mumbled in a sarcastic voice.
Eric huffed as he reached for his coffee. "I'm not asking you to have good taste Kyle, I'm telling you to start wearing more than the same four shirts at work." He took a sip as he watched Kyle flush with raging embarrassment. Freckles spotting up over that pathetically arousing red hue on his cheeks.
"W-Well– I– look–" Eric put his hand up and set his coffee down with the other. "You're lucky I'm feeling charitable Kyle."
Eric grabbed his wallet from his desk pulling out one of his platinum cards waving it at Kyle.
"Instead of just following me around for whatever meetings I have for the morning, go out shopping." Eric smirked at Kyle's completely baffled and stunned expression.
His hands slipped the folder that held his schedule in it. Then placed the card into Kyle's palm.
Eric looked up at the young ginger. Watching the way his breath shuddered and looking so unsure of himself. Afraid to agree.
Eric had him right where he wanted him.
God the things we could do– we could hurt him– make him cry make him ble–
"Just take the card Kyle." Eric snapped quickly.
Kyle jumped as he clutched the card. "Y-Yes sir."
"Just be sure when you come back to get me some lunch, I'll text you." Eric sayed as he quickly opened the folder.
His eyes went down to the words on the paper but all he could see was the words forming a perverted fantasy where he and Kyle were the stars.
Eric just wanted him to fucking go before the timer for his intrusive thoughts and actions exploded out.
But of course– Kyle had fucking questions.
"Are you sure I can do this? Why are you even doing this? What is even my spending limit-"
Eric growled glaring into Kyle's eyes. "Kyle its a fucking platinum card do you think I care about how much you spend?"
"Well just-"
Hands rushed to Cartman's temples, groaning loudly and rubbing them in deep slow circles. "What is so fucking complicated about this Kyle?" Eric snapped.
Eric saw the furrowed anxious look on Kyle's, watching the subtle way his lips quivered before he spoke. "W…Won't I have to pay it all back in some way if I do this?"
Don't look down… Don't look down…Don't think about it–
Eric's eyes left Kyle's staring at those hips, his waist, imagining that pretty skin undressed till he met those perfect green eyes again.
Kyle could definitely pay him back one way…
Fuck–
"Just go before I make you pay me back." Eric threatened harshly.
And that threat would definitely not be slaving away at a desk for hours for half the pay….
He watched the heat rush to Kyle's face as he backed away out of the room.
Once that door finally shit Eric felt like he could breathe once again.
But all it seemed to do was open a floodgate of perversion.
Imagining the clothes he'd wear, tight, and showing off all those curves perfectly. It was making Eric lose his fucking mind.
He ripped open a drawer in his desk, pulling out that baggie of familiar white powder and a golden tray.
If Eric was going to lose his mind he might as well turn off the guilt.
"A-Ack! R-Really?!" Tweek shouted, making Kyle shush him quickly in the really nice restaurant he took himself and Tweekfor brunch. "Yeah, he gave me his card to buy clothes."
"Hng– D-Duh-Dude we are l-literally at Sadelle's right now!" Tweek whispered in shock.
Kyle bit his lip. Eric did say he was feeling charitable. Him paying for Kyle and Tweek's brunch should count right?
He was a millionaire; it would've barely put a dent in the fat stacks he made daily.
"He said he was feeling charitable Tweek, it's fine."
"C-C-Charitable? hng Cartman is never charitable." Tweek spoke like it was the god honest truth.
"He's a dick yeah but come on Tweek." Kyle rolled his eyes.
"N-No Kyle hng y-yoo-you don't get it." Tweek said tensely. "I-In few years I've been th-theere I have hng n-n-never once heard or seen Eric Cartman doing anything charitable."
"H-He ack definitely w-wants s-something from you Kyle." Tweek warned.
Kyle raised a brow and scoffed. "Oh please what exactly would that be?"
"Oh god– hng–" Tweek bit his lip and shakingly reached for his drink as a pink flush came to his face.
Kyle's eyes blew wide.
Everything from the past week sped right to the forefront of Kyle's mind.
Eric noticed his underwear, the catching stares, the smirk that was far from the mischievous one he had given to him before.
A smirk full of passion– lust– arousal–
"Has he been saying stuff about me!?" Kyle spoke loudly then slapped his hand over his mouth as the room became quieter.
Tweek shook his head. "Hng uh n-no people have been n-noticing how… obvious his staring h-has been…" The blonde murmured into his drink. "E-Especially after the newest article about him…"
"Whuh-what?" Kyle gasped.
Tweek shook his head. "U-Uh nevermind dude really!"
If his friend wasn't going to give him the answer, he'd search for it himself. Kyle pulled out his phone and typed in about the latest Eric Cartman article all while Tweek sputtered for him to stop.
"L-Look ack K-Kyle it's no-nothing r-really!"
But it was something.
"Say cheese…"
That stupid picture Eric had forced Kyle in. Right on the very top.
The title had Kyle seething red.
Newest Twink working for Eric Cartman.
Kyle was furious. Completely embarrassed being put on display like that by someone like him. Degrading him to nothing but a fucking Twink– Kyle just knew Eric had something to do with that article title.
But peering at Eric…
Seeing the dark enamored look in his eyes had Kyle's chest squeezing tight. His heart was fluttering and skipping in unusual ways looking at the toothy lust filled smirk pointed at him.
Kyle looked up to Tweek. "Whatever I end up doing with this card will be karma for him allowing that photo of me to go up. He can handle it; now how about dessert?"
After his brunch with Tweek Kyle headed right up towards Columbus Circle. Shopping there would keep Eric's mouth shut.
At first Kyle only bought what was important. Just enough clothes for work to keep Eric's fucking mouth shut for a long while.
But as Kyle was making his way to the exit he caught a glimpse of it…
Victoria Secret.
He never shopped there often, just whenever they had a sale or to buy a perfume once in a while. It was a little splurge for himself.
Kyle slowed to a stop in front of the store front window. He knew he should have walked away. If Eric found out he purchased anything from here with his card… There was just no way Kyle was getting out of the embarrassment scrape free.
And Kyle didn't bring his wallet that had his own money in it…
And he did say to Tweek and just a bit to himself that everything Kyle did purchase no matter the price or amount would be Karma for Eric constantly humiliating him.
But this… would just open the door to his own continuous humiliation from the larger man.
Kyle gripped the bags tight. Stuck in a fork in the road.
He caught a pretty maroon color of lingerie in the shop window. A pretty floral pattern that had Kyle flushing and craving for.
He shouldn't… Kyle really shouldn't.
He groaned before walking into the store.
The guilt was muted.
The sanity that Eric tried so hard to show to the public had dipped under the covers.
Only being replaced by the dark monsters of his perversions and his desires. His darkest and most intrusive thoughts were released.
It made him lose sense of time and sense of who he was and what he was supposed to do. The demons consumed him and turned into a dark beast even he didn't recognize.
But there was one thing he did clutch in his mind. That was stapled so tightly to his very core.
Kyle.
The ginger never returned. Eric was getting increasingly restless.
Bastard of a brat–
He probably took your fucking money idiot–
Couldn't keep it in your pants huh?
Eric growled at the thoughts. It wasn't like he was to blame, it was those very thoughts that gave him this idea in the first place.
But what if his perverted plan went awry? What if all the shit had hit the fan and here Eric was getting coked up.
What if this would be the last time...?
What if he couldn't pay Romper back…?
Eric barely noticed his breath increasing speed as he opened his computer to pull up his bank account to see if things hadn't gone for the worse.
The thought of the one piece of ass that Cartman was seemingly addicted to more than the fucking coke up his nose was sickening.
He quickly read off the payments. Sadelle's, Nordstrom and a few other pricey classy stores.
But one one in very particular peeked Eric's interest.
Victoria Secret.
Eric's grin exploded onto his face.
Has Christmas come sooner? Was Eric that much of a good boy this year?
His very dreams were forming in front of his very eyes.
When Kyle had finally returned to the office Nichole's seat was empty. He knew the girl must've been out to lunch which was fine.
He set all his bags down onto his desk and grabbed the bag that was Eric's lunch and pulled the card out of his pockets.
"Oh fuck!" Kyle shouted out when he saw Eric standing in the doorway of his office. Massive smirk on his lips and eyes dark. So dark Kyle could barely make out the blue in his other eye.
"So you did what I asked? Good boy Kyle." Eric said with a smirk. It sent a shiver down Kyle's back and he thickly swallowed his flustered feelings that were swirling up.
"Mhm yeah, well here's your lunch and your car-"
"You know I can see my card charges right? I can see everywhere you went today."
Kyle's blood ran cold. "Look if you saw the Sadelle's charge; I was hungry, okay don't get all pissed off about it."
Eric shook his head. "That's not what I'm talking about Kyle." His eyes flashed to the pink bag.
The two of them lunged towards it, Kyle's grip was strong but Eric's was stronger.
"Y-You said to buy clothes! What's so wrong about that?!" Kyle scoffed, face red glaring.
"Clothes for the office Kyle. I don't think…" Eric pulled out the maroon floral lingerie panties. "...Lace is appropriate for the office." He said with a wicked grin.
"W-Well I know that clearly." Kyle huffed.
"Do you? Well, do you think it's appropriate to use your boss's credit card to buy your little girlfriend things like this?" Eric teased on. Waving the panties around Kyle reached out and grabbed it.
"I-I don't have a girlfriend!" Kyle shouted, face bright red. Kyle quickly snatched the items back as Eric stared at Kyle in an astonished pause.
"You don't? So who are those exactly for huh?" Eric teased as he approached Kyle till he locked him between his large body and the desk behind. "Are you saying they are for you? Wear pretty little lace for your own kicks?" There was minimal space between them, leaving less oxygen circulating in Kyle's head and only heated embarrassment.
"It's perfectly fine if you do Kyle; I have no qualms against what dirty things my employees get up to-"
Kyle pushed Eric away from him. Returning the comfortable distance between them to put Kyle's flushed embarrassment at bay. But it was far too late, his top had already blown through the roof. "So fucking what I wear panties?! Its not any of your fucking business got it?! I do my job I do what you tell me the least you can do is shut the fuck up about what I do outside of work!"
Kyle huffed, taking his bags of clothes; having an extra tight grip on the Victoria Secret bag and shoved them behind his desk chair.
He grabbed Eric's card and his lunch and held them towards him with a glare of intensity towards the floor. He chose to burn a hole into the floor than his boss's face. "If you're done humiliating me here is your lunch and card."
Kyle took in those clean sleek black dress shoes, seeing the angry reflection of his pout before looking to see that ghastly smirk on Eric's lips. "I'll meet you halfway Kyle, I'll keep my mouth shut about it alright?"
Their hands touched, Eric's large warm hands overlapping his thin finger to reach for the items. "But just so you know… I'll be thinking about this for a hell of a long time."
"What?" Kyle snapped to question Eric's string of words.
Eric quickly backed away. "N-Nothing shut the fuck up Kyle go– I don't fucking know" Eric hissed and sputtered as he made his way to his office door. "Go fucking file something!" Eric shouted as he stumbled into his office. Slamming the door shut and locking it.
"You sure are coming around alot old pal." Romper commented as Eric got lost in the haze of his line of coke.
His breath staggered as he wiped his nose looking at Romper.
The black haired brit was leaned against the kitchen counter, beer can tight in his hand– which was a painful bitch to pay for to have it imported all the way from England to here…–
"Is that a problem?" Eric hissed. "Thought you liked having me around."
More like my money…
"Of course I do!" Romper exclaimed as he swiftly came to Eric's side to set his beer can down to set up his own line. "My best costumer, my loyal friend, we've been through everything together! We're practically partners."
Partners… the word stung like salt to a bleeding gash in his heart. Like one thousand knives stabbing right into his very center.
"We sure don't act like it." Eric murmured as Romper snorted his own line.
As Romper's face rose up Eric's face painfully went down to the table with a harsh thud.
"And how would we act like it? You expect me to kiss you? To touch you?" Eric's head was forcefully pressed harder into the marble table. His hands gripping the edge begging for freedom as he whined and groaned.
"We aren't young anymore Eric; you want something to kiss? Then kiss those bloody days goodbye" Romper cooed manically.
"It doesn't have to be that way.." Eric whimpered and Romper raised his head up by the hair.
"What?!" Romper snarled out, that dark Icy glare shooting right into his withered heart.
"It doesn't have to be that way! Heidi is always waiting for me to divorce her ass and we've always understood each other Rom-"
Eric's nose crunched as Romper's fist collided with it. Blood quickly gushing out. "Eric; when I mean you deserve no one I really mean no one pal!" Romper laughed out, like his words were exactly what you said to a dear old friend.
"I've been doing you far to many favors Eric, and those little favors I did for you when you were in high school… they're just gonna stay there. You understand don't you?"
Romper had helped Eric tilt his head back to help stop the gushing loss of blood from his nose as Eric held it. Taking decreasingly rapid breaths as he listened to Romper.
He must have been right. Romper had always been right for so long and Eric had depended on him for longer. He couldn't lose him over his hangups of their past.
"I… I think I'm starting to sober up." Eric dryly stated.
"Lets fix that shall we?" Romper replied back.
Everyone saw it coming.
Everyone except Kyle.
Eric was close to snapping.
Of course no one ever knew exactly why Eric was so temperamental, why he was always on the edge of erupting like a manic volcano.
But one thing was for sure.
Stay out of his way when he was at his breaking point.
It was finally time for the monthly status meeting. Eric would bring in all of the heads of each department and make sure everything was up to code or they had a new product out.
It had been six months since Rac Rolls INC had released anything new, no new products, marketing campaigns, or flashy advertisements. Eric was tired of the plague of laziness that he had afflicted over the office.
"Are you all fucking kidding me?!" He shouted at everyone in the room. "Nothing?! Not a single person has anything?!"
Many in the room murmured no's and shook their heads nervously.
"Eric it is only September the visceral year hasn't ended y-"
Eric groaned at Wendy's rise of her voice. "Wendy I swear to fucking god if you don't shut the fuck up." he growled and immediately the woman quickly fell quiet with a narrowed glare.
"I'm so sick of being the only one that does something around here! Why the fuck did I hire any of you if I have to do all the fucking work!?" Eric exclaimed.
Kyle was in the room of course, seated right next to where Eric stood, slowly growing deaf from the loud belting from the fat bastard.
Eric had been doing alot of yelling this past week and it had grown irritable to Kyle. The ginger was close to his own breaking point.
Kyle was instructed to sit there, be silent and take whatever important notes were necessary.
But it was quite challenging when no one could get a word out except for Eric's degrading ramblings.
Kyle was just seated there watching the clock tick by and fiddling with his pen and drawing loose swirls as he drowned out the blaring alarm of Eric's voice.
Eric was just some primadona in Kyle's eyes. A prissy fat baby in a suit that Kyle suffered through for the checks, but he too felt like he was at a breaking point now.
The notebook in Kyle's hand was yanked out his hand and thrown across the room.
"And you!" Kyle's head turned to Eric, his chest heaving. "Am I boring you?" Eric questioned Kyle with a glare. "You seem so fucking uninterested for your first fucking sit down."
Kyle narrowed his eyes into a glare. "Kind of hard to focus when all I hear is a fat bastard who thinks screaming demands will get him what he wants." He scoffed his words out like a venomous dart; but Kyle didn't think his words would have warranted the kind of reaction that came next from Eric.
"Oh so you think I'm too demanding is that right?" Eric asked but it wasn't a question; it was a start to his insufferable rant. "You think I should start being a sweet little angel to get my way? Are you that fucking stupid?"
Kyle sucked his teeth in with an eye roll. He tried to stand up and get away but Eric stopped him and everyone in the room gasped.
Kyle was shoved back down into his seat. Eric's hands firmly against the armrest leaning down to meet Kyle's eyes.
"Do you think I would ever spend my time being nice? Do you think I spent my years kissing babies and puppies and letting people walk all on my dick and balls?" Eric pulled at the chair, it screeched as Kyle and him were butting foreheads and noses. . "Well I didn't, I climbed my fucking way to where I am by demanding what I want, when I want and how I wanted. I don't care who I step on to be where I am and get what I want."
Their faces were practically touching, their breaths brushing and pressing against one another, Eric's angry breath chewing and gnawing away at Kyle's breath like it was its fucking food source. "And I'm going to continue demanding Kyle, starting with fucking you!"
Kyle tried to open his mouth but Eric beat him to the punch. "Don't fucking start Kye just unbunch whatever lace little panties you have on and sit the fuck down!"
As Eric backed away panting harshly it was then he realized the words he said to Kyle, in this room, full of his employees.
Kyle's fist curled and Eric sputtered a scoff. "Oh please get the sand out your vag Kyle I barely said shit!"
He huffed at Eric's words. "No, you've said quite enough. N' I've had it. I'm done, I thought it would be easy; but you are hopeless" Kyle spewed and Eric's mouth stilled shut. "You always want eyes on you and everyone praising your ass but I'm done."
Kyle quickly stormed out of the room. Bee lining right to the elevator to grab his things and get out of this building with little remaining pride he had left.
"Kyle! Kyle, wait!" Eric shouted and ran towards him. Many of the employees who were seated in their cubicles had their eyes on this display. Kyle rolled his eyes and turned to look at him.
"Oh what now? I've had enough of your shit." Kyle snapped.
Eric stared at him with a nervous glare. "Don't go." He said flatly.
Kyle turned to slam his hand on the elevator door. "I-I mean it Kyle don't you dare fucking leave!"
The ginger folded his arms. "Or what? You'll fire me? I already quit!"
Eric's face softened to a pleading look. It made the tensity in Kyle's body weaken. "Don't, go…"
Those two words came out as a desperate plea rather than some bigoted command. It was like chipping some old loose paint. Showing the soft wallpaper underneath.
In reality it was pathetic; Eric weakly begging for Kyle to stay.
But something about seeing this pathetic display had Kyle wonder if the anger was a front, the demands were a facade, that the pointed glare was just a mask for something underneath.
Staying would be a nightmare, but he would find out was underneath what Eric was showing.
If he left his curiosity would never be concluded and there was a definite possibility that Eric would only turn worse.
Kyle sighed deeply and the elevator finally opened. "I'm taking my break early Mr. Cartman."
He stepped in and Eric held the door open. "Are you quitting?" He asked in a soft tone.
Kyle sighed exhaustedly, "No… I just need a break sir." His hand reached over to gently push Eric's grip away from the elevator door.
Eric gave a gentle nod to Kyle then turned his head as the elevator doors began to close. "The fuck are you all looking at huh!? Get the fuck back to work!"
He almost quit on him.
Kyle almost fucking quit.
Eric just wanted to toy with Kyle, to toy at his strings and never let him go.
But he almost lost him, he almost let that gorgeous ginger slip from his grasp. He can't let that happen again.
He couldn't let that happen again.
But Eric couldn't be nice without getting something in return. He didn't understand a foreign concept like that.
But he knew something willing to teach him.
"If you want advice to not scare off your assistant I'm willing to give it to you."
As he rapidly opened his phone to search for Damien's contact when his office door opened, startling him gently.
"I'm leaving sir." Kyle spoke calmly, he had a coat on and was gripping his satchel tight.
"Goodnight Kyle." Eric called out. They had spent most of the day after that wretched meeting sharing silent looks and weary distances.
Kyle was about to close the door, but Eric refused to let the day end without him saying more, without seeing those beautiful green eyes. "Kyle wait,"
Green eyes staring directly at him. Eric's face was running hot. "Get home safe."
Kyle raised his brows in a confused stun. "Uh… thank you, you too sir…" Eric nodded as Kyle left.
He soon pressed the call button on his phone impatiently waiting to hear Damien's voice through the receiver.
"'ello?" Came the cheery bubbly British voice making Eric groaned pinching the bridge of his nose. "Hello Pippy…"
"Oh Eric dear it has been far too long since you called me that! How are you old chum? Oh Damien would be ever so delighted to hear from you as well! Oh Damie!"
"Pip–" Eric groaned as the cheery delight of Pip's voice screeched through the phone but the blonde continued on.
"Oh Eric you know how much me and Damie worry and talk about you? I hope you're doing well, love!"
Pip rambled more, only infuriating Eric even more. "Pip! For fucks sake! I need to talk to Damien." Eric growled.
The phone went silent for a few moments as he gently rubbed the bridge of his nose.
"What Eric?" Erupted Damien's voice with an irritated rise in his tone.
Eric ran his tongue through his teeth as his mind flashed scenes of the day.
Erupting at Kyle, completely degrading and
humiliating the boy right in front of everyone.
Eric had never realized regret tasted so sour.
The thought and taste of regret only made him grit his teeth in anger. As sour as regret was; the embarrassment and humiliation he felt tasted just as foul.
"Kyle almost quit on me today." Was the empty hopeless words that left Eric's lips.
There was an agitated exhale coming through the phone followed by Damien's voice. "What happened to 'I'm good' 'I got it covered'?" He mocked and Eric growled low.
"Fuck off! Everything was going fine until everyone started to piss me off!" Eric shouted.
It really was in his mind.
"Was it really though? Tell me what have you two done together these past couple of days?"
Damien had his mind pinned, separating his imagination from reality to make him realize everything was not fine.
He hadn't gone anywhere with Kyle, just going through this same roundabout of pushing and pushing Kyle to a breaking point.
"The silence is really telling me alot here." Damien said with a chuckle and Eric gripped the phone tightly.
"Shut up, I just– what the fuck should I do?" Eric pleaded hopelessly. He was tired of being led astray by sadistic fantasies and coke lines.
"You really want my help?" Damien asked sincerely.
"I don't need your help I just nee-"
"Oh really? You don't need my help? Well then goodbye Eric." Damien said swiftly and Eric's eyes widened.
"No! Wait wait! Look I do need your help okay just what do I need to do to keep him here Damien?! I'm desperate!" Eric exclaimed.
"I sure can tell, I almost forgot the last time you asked me for help." Damien scoffed.
Eric rolled his eyes and Damien spoke some more.
"Now listen, if you want my help you need to really listen to me, don't listen to your dick, or you're stupid head got it?"
"Yeah yeah whatever just get on with it!"
Damien sighed through the phone. "This is going to be a long night for you tubby…"