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Kyle watched Cartman with the same intense look as the other gave him, not matching his emotion but definitely the slight panic.
"What sort of stupid fucking question is that? I was with you all night, and I made sure to leave proof I was," Cartman glanced down Kyle's neck, studying the hickies there with an odd pride in his expression. "Did Stan tell you something foolish like that? Why don't you ask him how he seems to know so much since he's some sort of cop now."
Kyle felt like disappearing in the moment, he wanted nothing more than to forget it.
"Kyle?" He leaned into Cartman and rested his head on the others shoulder, rubbing his face into the brunettes soft flesh.
"If you were here all along... then I don't want to talk about it." the red groaned into Eric's shoulder.
perfect, this was easier than he thought.
Cartman pulled Kyle closer and embraced him gently, a contrast to his earlier actions like they had never happened. He continued to comfort Kyle until a knock at the window startled them both and they backed away from one another in a sort of memory reflex. Eric headed towards the window and cringed when he saw Kenny there waiting to be let in. Eric unlocked and opened it with annoyance as Kenny fell into the room with heavy traces of alcohol on him.
"If your drunk fuck off I'm not dealing with your ass Kenneh!" Cartman watched as Kenny stumbled over himself, clearly he was in fact drunk already.
"How the hell did you manage to get drunk at an arcade anyways?" Kyle added while he helped the stumbling blonde off the ground.
"If the joint sells alcohol you can guarantee I'll make sure to have a good time~" Kenny hums and falls onto Eric's bed with a heavy sigh.
"We were kind of in the middle of something-"
"Just pretend I'm not here you two carry on!" Kenny almost shouted the words at Cartman without really realizing it since he could hardly hear himself for whatever reason, Cartman scoffed and walked toward him, kicking the shit out of his right leg.
"Ow! What the fuck Eric!"
"Get out!" The two of them bickered for a while before Kyle speaking up caught both their short attention spans.
"Where did Stan go? You didn't leave him alone did you?" Kyle asked.
"Why does it matter, you and Cartman dipped to go kiss or whatever and he was awfully pissed about it. Said something about killing one of you," he laughed at the memory of Stan's anger, "Next person to see him is going to have it for sure. Since today was about spending time I deci-"
"Where is Stan now." Cartman demanded and looked at Kenny who had a shit eating grin on his face.
"He's at his place, I'm sure he would love to see you, Cartman." Kenny replied with about as much smugness in his tone than there was plastered on his face.
Eric looked at Kyle, who seemed confused again, and walked over to give him a poisoned kiss on the cheek.
"I'll be back."
"What? Where are you going! I want to go to Stan's house too, we should apo-"
"Ugh, just sit here with the poor boy won't you Jew? I'm not even going to the hippies place, just to get food or something."
"Fatass~" Kenny sang.
Cartman dug through his drawers and pulled out an old object he hadn't used in what felt like forever. It felt nice in his hands again and ready to be used maliciously.
"Don't let him leave this room or your ass is mine McCormick." Cartman opened the door and left without any intent to listen to Kyle's complaints. Of course he went straight to the door, how inconvenient.
"Hey Kyle come take a look at what Stan just posted!" Kenny sat up with urgency in his tone as he looked at Kyle with wide eyes, and of course he takes the bait, its his best friend after all.
The moment the red is in his proximity, Kenny snatches him by his arm and slings him on the bed. In a quick motion he rolls over and pins him to the bed, not too bad for a drunk guy. Kyle squirms and tries to lift himself up but to his surprise Kenny was much stronger despite being just as skinny as Kyle was, not to mention Kenny was also the only one who was drunk here.
"Fucking get off of me Kenny!" Kyle commands but fails to get what he wants.
"...You wanna know some funny little secrets about your girl's death, Kyle? 'Cause I got 'em, but you better listen and stay here so I can tell you. Cartman can't exactly kill me and I would assume he wont kill you, but he is a man to be feared understand? So just comply and I'll fill you in, only because your my friend though... and because Cartman is losing his fucking shit day by day... he might need mental help but I think he really likes you."
Kyle didn't want to believe he was really in such a stupid situation, why couldn't he live a normal life? Why couldn't he have just stood up to his girlfriend that night, why the fuck was he being pinned to Eric Cartman's bed by Kenny who is spilling weird shit about his 'lover'. He started to wish he could join her in heaven- or hell- or wherever humans are doomed to spend their death.
This was all too much. He decided he just wanted to die now.
"Hey, are you crying?" Kenny loosened his pin on Kyle but not enough to free him, he was drunk but not stupid. Kyle audibly started sobbing, which was what broke Kenny into letting him go, at the end of the day the blonde was a softy for his friends.
"Hey come on dude don't cry, I'll feel bad." Kenny turned Kyle around to get a look at his face and the tears streaming down the beautiful face he had. Kyle took his hands up to hide his face but Kenny pulled them back down, not really knowing what to do now.
"Kyle! Don't cry, come on please? Ah shit." Kenny sat next to the crying boy and pulled him to sit up, "I swear, if you tell Cartman about anything that happens while he is out I'll be the psycho running around killing people."
Eric knocked- or, banged- on the door to Stan's house, aware that his parents weren't home to interfere with any of what Cartman had planned for him. The door immediately swung open, revealing a rather angry raven haired male staring at him.
"I have something your nosey ass might want to see." Cartman offered.
"Whatever, Cartman. The moment I get Kyle to believe me your going to sit in a fucking cell where a sociopath like you belongs."
"What makes you think he will even consider it at this point, Stan? I would love to see any proof you have."
"So you can destroy it? Nice try dough boy, now if Kyle isn't with you I would love if you can fuck off since I hate looking at you." Stan proceeded to try and shut the door but ceased further action when Cartman pulled out Kyle's phone, catching his attention last second.
"I would highly suggest you don't turn away my offer to help him out. I love him too you know," Cartman chuckled at Stan's visible cringe, "So if you want to keep in contact with little red riding hood you'll make the right choice won't you?"
Stan stood at the door, glaring daggers at Eric, but gave in and stepped outside.
His first mistake.
"Don't waste my time trying to prove innocent because I know what you did to her." Stan spat at Eric as the brunette led them both down the road to a place undisclosed to Stan.
"Remind me what I did Stan, I tend to forget killing people like the average human does."
"...Well you- you don't need me to remind you. I just know you did it."
What a readable fucking idiot.
"Over here."
Kyle straddled Kenny and dug his tear stained face into the blonde's shoulder, still finding a way to have tears flow out of his eyes and on Kenny's thin shirt. It was definitely a different interaction between them both but Kenny insisted Kyle focus on feeling better and that anything he needed Kenny would provide, after all Kyle was still one of his best friends. At first he was unsure about comforting the other but at the end of the day he didn't truly deserve to be going through any of this. So if sitting there in a hug was enough to help him cope he would do it.
Kyle tightened his wrap around Kenny, making him to the same thing with his arms around Kyle. For a guy who felt like he weighed only twenty pounds Kyle was damn strong.
Holy shit if Cartman saw this...
"Kenny." Kyle almost whispered it but thankfully the other caught it.
"Yeah?"
"Did Cartman really kill her." Kyle stated rather than asked Kenny, which made him remember what he told Kyle earlier. Shit.
"...He was with you all night right?" Kenny asked, mentally returning to a sober state at this point.
"Yeah."
"Well, remember the game hit-man Kyle?"
"Yeah I do."
"Its like that- I guess."
"Why are you comparing this to a video game?"
Kenny sighed, "You just want me to say he had someone else kill her while he stayed here and made you his bitch or something?"
It was silent for a while and Kenny stared to wonder if that was a bit too far. He pulled Kyle away from his body to look at his face, and surprisingly the other seemed to start giggling a little. Kenny cocked his head to the side like a dog, puzzled at his reaction.
"So it really wasn't genuine then. He just wanted to kill someone he didn't like as usual, I guess I'm just that unlucky huh? Or maybe I truly am the stupid one out of us all." Kyle looked back up with even more tears flooding his eyes and a sad smile to go with them. Kenny attempted to wipe them away but his hand was grabbed by Kyle's own, it was surprisingly warm and soft. He bought the hand to his cheek and lied his head into it, further surprising Kenny.
"I mean, I'm sure he loves you and all, he acts like it for sure- he has for years," Kenny finally replied since he felt like he was probably supposed to, "Aren't you like... upset? You seem to feel something other than that."
"...I feel confused," Kyle closed his eyes and leaned into Kenny's hand even more, making the blonde wonder why his boney hands gave the red any form of comfort, "But I don't think I want to care anymore. Caring... hurts, and I'm fucking sick of hurt."
Kyle opened his eyes again to look at Kenny, the tears beginning to disappear along with his sense of self. He leaded up in an attempt to kiss the other only to have his face gently pushed away by Kenny's free hand.
"Hey what are you doing! If Cartman-"
"I don't care." Kyle hardly whispered.
"But aren't you two like- going out? He'll kill me dude. Like it's usually not a big deal but he'll make it hurt-"
"I'm not his boyfriend. I'm his bitch, remember? And anyways what does he care."
Kenny looked away from Kyle, feeling guilt, "I was only kidding, I'm sorry your no-"
"Its not you." Kyle sighed and pulled Kenny's attention back to him, "I'm just another whore to be ruined by Eric fucking Cartman, whores don't need to worry about their feelings or anything. I don't care."
Kenny still looked at Kyle with confusion and almost a hint of guilt just for knowing Cartman was able to turn Kyle into a different person like this.
"Either way... its not a good idea or we'll both get in tro-" Kenny was cut off as Kyle smashed his lips onto his own. They were as soft and warm as his hands were and Kenny couldn't find himself trying to stop this. Kyle swiped his tongue across Kenny's lips, asking for further access, which was given to him a few moments afterward. Tasting each other with greed.
The kiss lasted for a few long minutes before Kyle finally backed off, eye lidded and catching his breath. Kenny looked at him with a post kiss drunken stare and realized what he had done.
"Ah... so cheating does feel good. I see now." Kyle's eyes looked out the window, seemingly talking to no one.
"Kyle- she didn't cheat on you, Cartman-"
"It was part of the plan... I know. I don't care. It's all my fault."
Before Kenny could reply, Kyle trapped him back into another hungry kiss, even more intense than the last.
He was breaking.
Kenny again made no efforts to push Kyle away, instead just letting him do what ever he wanted. The red rolled his hips on Kenny's lap making him groan into Kyle's mouth as pressure was put on his cock unexpectedly. He grabs Kyle's hips to slow his movements but it only seems to encourage him into grinding harder, driving the blonde mad. Kyle again broke their kiss, his green doe eyes looking into Kenny blue siren ones for just a moment before looking away again.
"Ah! K-Kyle wait- I should tell you-"
"Could a woman ever make you sing like that, Kyle?" The red barely sobbed to himself, recalling words he could remember from what felt like an eternity ago. Kenny turned Kyle to look at him but had nothing ready to comfort him. Kyle continued his grinding on Kenny's crotch until he finally felt the other man growing hard under him, sighing each time Kyle rolled his hips on it.
Kyle began unbuttoning his pants and working them off while still on Kenny's lap, the blonde attempted to stop him but only received a sweet kiss on the hand as he continued to remove his boxers as well.
"Can I please take your pants off, Kenny." He asked.
"Kyle you know we shouldn't do this. I'm... I'm the last guy you want to do this with."
"What does it matter. I want to be fucked before I die, like any stupid street slut."
"Before you die? If anything he'll kill me first, and stop insulting yourself like that! Its so not like you." Kenny placed his hands on Kyle's shoulders but they were ignored entirely.
"Please. I just want to feel something." Kyle begged, eyes looking into Kenny's again as he grinded his bare ass onto the others erection.
"...Be quick ok?"
So, with permission they both worked Kenny's pants off.
His second mistake, trusting Eric Cartman.
Stan looked up at Cartman in terror, feeling blood begin to flow out of his nose from the punch he had received just seconds ago. His first reaction was to grab his inhaler, but stopped when a weapon faced him
"Do you usually follow people into suspicious ally ways? Because this was too fucking easy." Cartman spoke from above him with a small silver revolver pointed directly to his head, enough to kill him right there.
"You motherfucker! You know if you kill me everyone will know it was you right?"
"As much as I would love to watch you bleed to death I can't do that. So instead we are going to do something else," Cartman smiled kindly to him, "What all do you think you know Stan?"
Stan's breaths became heavier but didn't risk reaching for his inhaler since there was a literal gun to his head. He stared at Cartman in the eyes, wanting to believe this was some sick joke, but it wasn't- it was the Eric Cartman.
"I just know you have something to do with it. You had her killed! I don't know yet but once I get Kyle and tell the cops they'll believe me." He made sure to sound very sure of himself despite his fears. In return Cartman laughed.
"I knew you were a fucking liar. So your accusing me of something you have zero proof of? How genius is that hippie?"
"I know you did it. You couldn't handle Kyle being happy so you stripped it of him."
"That's- not even true."
"You couldn't fucking stand the fact he was healing, getting better, being Kyle again."
Cartman averted his gaze, "You sound fucking stupid."
"You couldn't accept that Kyle didn't belong to you. That, he. was. never. yours."
Cartman shoved the face of the gun into Stan's forehead making the raven choke on his own fear.
"And so fucking what Stan! As long as I have him he won't give a shit about anything you have to say! ANYTHING! Kyle is the most glorious mind fuck I have ever had the ability to shape into whatever the hell I want, and for your hippie ass to try and interfere was a fucking mistake, I should blow your brains out right now. So, if you want everything to stay normal for you I suggest you mind your fucking business, Marsh." He dug the barrel deeper into Stan's skin, forcing out a tear from his pained face.
"Your a fucking demon." Stan mumbled.
"No Stan, I'm much worse."
They stared at one another for a long time until Stan's phone started to vibrate in his pocket, Eric removed it from his person and smiled at the name showing up.
"Ah, right on time." He answered it with a smile and held it out to Stan, clearly expecting him to speak, but before he could call for help Wendy began whining over the phone.
"Stan! Can you come over here now? There's some creepy guy at my house and my parents are at the market, I would feel safer if you could come to protect me."
Stan stared at the phone and then back to Cartman who had a dreadful look of pleasure on his face.
"If you love her you won't want to lose her... am I right? You keep your special person and I keep mine. Deal?" Eric made an effort to make sure Wendy didn't hear him on the other line and waited for Stan to pick either his girlfriend or his best friend.
Fuck.
His final mistake, giving in.
"I'll be there in a few Wendy."
Cartman hung up the phone and threw it at the owner. Eric pulled away the gun and reached out a hand to grip Stan's aching face. Looking him in the eyes, filling his gaze with more fear.
"If your smart, you'll stay quiet, for her sake and his. Now hit your asthma vape and fuck off hippie, I'm beyond tired of dealing with your stupid shit."
"...Do you really love him Cartman? Or are you just waiting for him to kill himself since you don't have the balls to do it."
Eric kicked Stan in his crotch and proceeded to walk away, leaving the boy in more agonizing pain as he inhaled on the inhaler for his life's sake.
Stan was smart enough to know this was a battle he wouldn't win without death, so he let death itself return home as if nothing had happened.
"I'll be there soon Wendy." he sighed to himself as his conscious slipped away.
With that, Kyle Broflovski was doomed.
Kyle felt hot, almost uncomfortably hot, but it was more than worth it.
He slammed his ass down on Kenny's cock, chasing pain and pleasure in his practiced movements. Both their breaths were erratic and filling the room with moans and slaps against skin managed to somehow make them both hornier. Kenny was fascinated with how sensitive Kyle's chest was and proceeded to play with what the blonde considered the others flat breasts, every grope, kiss, suck, and pinch leaving Kyle a moaning mess. Kenny periodically tried to slow Kyle's movements when it looked like too much but the red would only see this as more encouragement as he rode Kenny with the intent to milk him dry.
"Ah~ f-fuck yes please, please, please, please..." He whined on Kenny's lap, once again slamming himself on it beyond his limits. His hands grip into the others shoulders as he can feel his body trying to slow but his mind telling him it wasn't enough. It wasn't enough because he could still see her, see him, see himself.
"Fuck, Kyle please slow d-down, your going to hurt- Ah holy fucking shit dude." Kenny moans louder when Kyle begins rolling his hips with technique not even life long street whores could get down on him. He squeezed Kyle's chest even harder, earning more whines and cries from the other.
Kenny wasn't sure if Cartman's mom was home but frankly he didn't care at this point, not worried about her at all even if they were starting to get louder and louder.
Until Kyle stopped mid hip roll to stare out the window with a fucked look. Kenny followed his gaze and his heart sank at the sight of the person there, staring back at them with and unreadable expression sitting on his face. Kyle looked back at Kenny's startled expression, and began riding him again like Cartman wasn't outside watching.
"Wait! Cartman he's- Kyle- ah... Kyle quit he's coming in!"
Eric opened the window, watching his boyfriend fuck his bestfriend like it would be his last time to ever feel something. The brunette walked over to them, enjoying the visible fear, confusion, and redness of Kenny's face. He smirked.
Cartman bent down slightly and placed his hand under Kyle's jaw, holding it there and whispering in his ear, "Are treating Kenny kindly baby?"
Kyle nodded excessively.
"Good boy, that is a very nice way to treat the man who made this all possible~" Eric darted his eyes up at Kenny who was sweating either from sex or terror.
"...what?" Kyle mumbled and paused himself in an uncomfortable position.
"If Kenny here hadn't dressed up as a old ass man and fucked your bitch into the after life- then well I don't see us being here right now. Right, Kenny?"
Kenny shook his head slowly as the truth spilled from Eric's mouth at the worst possible moment. He looked at Kyle, who had teared up more and not from riding him this time., but he only saw the sadness in his eyes and not his face. The jade green of them burned guilt into the blonde as they captured his blue ones.
Why did this hurt him so much when he did it so willingly not even four days ago.
Kyle dug his nails deeper into Kenny's shoulders and he took it as his punishment.
"Well Kyle, what do you have to say to our little match maker?" Cartman whispered to him loud enough to Kenny could here.
"...I... don't care."
Kyle pulled his body away from Cartman and against Kenny's, his nails drawing blood at that moment. He went back to his incredible pacing on the others cock, not stopping for his tears or his pain to cease. Kenny gripped Kyle's hips again to try and slow him or even stop him but failed again.
"I don't care. I don't care. I don't care. I don't care. I don't care. I don't care.I don't careI don't careI don't care. I don't want to care. I don't want to care. I don't want to care. I don't want to care. I don't want to care." Kyle sobbed into Kenny's neck.
Eric chuckled and reached his arms around Kyle to pinch his already hard nipples. Pulling the poor red head back towards him with a gasp and a cry. Cartman began working more hickies on his neck as if Kyle hadn't already had enough ownership put on him. It was becoming to much, his mind, his body, his emotions, they all felt completely and utterly fucked.
He truly just wanted to die right now.
"K-Kyle I think I'm gonna-"
"Don't you fucking dare, you had better pull out." Eric commanded him, possession in his tone. Only he was allowed to fill Kyle with his own seed, no one else. He was already being nice enough by sharing his little red with Kenny anyways. Kenny nodded and yanked Kyle off of him, cumming on both their stomachs in a few bursts.
Eric pulled Kyle off of Kenny and tossed him to the other side of the bed like some used pussy pocket, but Kyle sure felt like one at this point, a toy used for others pleasure. But it was his fault, he started it so the only one he could blame was himself, and in the end he only felt fucking worse than before.
Cartman whispered something into Kenny's ear, too low for Kyle's fucked mind to even register anything, but afterwards Kenny cleaned himself, put his pants on, and left out the window as if nothing even happened. Cartman looked at Kyle on the bed, completely stripped of clothing and his pride, but his pride had been stripped from him a long time ago anyways. He walked over to him and lied down by him.
"I didn't know you were a slutty Jew, fucking your love's only true friend. It kinda hurt you know, but whatever floats your boat, I guess I owed him anyway."
"I hate you."
"...I'm sorry?"
Kyle forced his aching body to sit up, "I fucking hate you, Cartman!" He sobbed.
"Yeah well a lot of people do Kyle your no different." Eric groaned as though he were tired.
"I want to go home."
Kyle wanted to die.
"And I want you to just be compliant but here we are."
Kyle turned to face him, Eric hadn't a care in the world and for the first time in months a bit of anger flicked in Kyle, but was quickly discarded. He could only begin crying again, his eyes hurt from it- fuck everything hurt in general. He tried standing up but was pulled back by his hair and almost slammed into the mattress.
"Stop! Stop leave me alone please go away! Please Please... please." Kyle begged but Eric still kept a tight grip in his hair holding him to the mattress.
"You are mad at me, but do you realize you just fucked your stupid whore's murderer? But you're mad at me?" Cartman snapped and it only filled Kyle with more distress as he sobbed louder at the painful reminder of what he had just done.
"I want to go home. Please I want to go home. I don't want you, I don't want you... I.. I don't want to see you."
Eric scooped Kyle into his arms gently, treating the skinny red like a crying baby. He held Kyle close as the other cried, completely changing his approach.
"It's ok baby. It's ok. I know it's hard, but It's what is best for you, and you know I just want to take care of you right?"
Kyle stopped thinking, he clung to Eric, forgetting his anger from a few seconds ago. The brunette gently patted his head and played with his curls, caressing any emotion left in Kyle.
"I love you." he sighs, but Kyle is already fast asleep.
Yeah, Eric Cartman always gets what he wants, it's the way of the universe at this point.
Kyle stared into the same mirror he had the pain of seeing every night. His same reflection and his same misery looking back at him every morning and every night. Cartman was kind enough to let him go to the bathroom by himself tonight as he would usually join Kyle just in case he tried anything while he wasn't looking. It was just his new way of life.
It had been for two years now.
They got their own home, about 3 hours away from South Park at Eric's request, and settled there together away from everything they knew- or at least everything Kyle knew. Stan had moved before them, to Detroit as a matter of fact, with Wendy of course. Kyle could hardly remember him, at some point they were best friends, but now they only talk every blue moon and it's always a short conversation about things neither of them knew much about. It sucked, but Kyle wouldn't want to be his own friend if he were Stan so he understood the distance. After all Stan did get hurt many times behind Kyle and he felt guilt about it every waking moment. As much as he misses him he makes sure they stay distanced either way.
After all, he only needed Cartman anyways.
While only Eric knew of Kenny's where abouts it was clear he was still in the state, but Kyle hyperventilated every time he saw him which was rare. Eric seemed to understand and kept them away from each other which of course made them both feel bad since long ago they were friends. Kyle wanted to forget what he did but the memory was engraved into his brain like an iron stamp. It hurt. Everything had fallen apart.
Kyle looked at himself in the mirror, he had gotten even skinner over time, starting to adopt Kenny's body type, and looked like some sort of drug addict. He was pretty sure Cartman would randomly drug him with whatever he wanted to give Kyle during the times he decided to eat a bit, keeping him higher or more tired than what he was usually, and now felt like one of those nights. Cartman would never harm him without reason so he couldn't reply on the drugs for death. It was probably his sick way of trying to make Kyle feel better. He wasn't very sure why this would be done, but he didn't care.
There was a lot he stopped caring about over time, including himself.
He hated his reflection, it reminded him of who he was, so he stopped facing it. Kyle sank to the floor, eyes closed as he tried to let himself die without any further attempts to speed up the process. He had tried to kill himself many times over the years but failed every time, whether Cartman caught him or he just barley missed the right amount of pain, couldn't do it. Eventually this led to Eric turning the house into some sort of prison for Kyle. It felt like an asylum in any fashion.
"What are you doing." Cartman asked, frightening Kyle since he didn't realize Cartman had come in.
He didn't reply, just stood up and allowed himself to go limp against Eric's large frame much different from his own. He responds by patting Kyle on the back, they stay like that for a small moment before Eric leads him back to bed like some guardian angel.
They get back in and Cartman checks Kyle's body for injury and sighs when there is none, "Next time, just come back to bed."
Kyle nods, not really hearing him, and Eric hugs him.
"I love you." He whispers to the red, but gets no response as usual.
"You know I just want us to be happy right?" He asks.
Kyle looks aimlessly at the television, different shows on Netflix flashing on and off the screen while the client wasn't being used. Eric turned his face and sighed.
"Kyle, do you hate me that much?"
He wasn't about to answer that.
Kyle moves himself to straddle Eric, and hugs him tightly, his strength not so great. Cartman sighs again and lies himself down with Kyle hugging him on top. He leaves a kiss on his neck and closes is eyes.
"Well, I guess not." He whispers.
But Kyle knows he guessed wrong, he just didn't care enough to do anything other than seek fake warmth, fake comfort, fake love.
Clearly, he was the Devil's wife.