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Kyle didn't know which droplets were his tears, and which were from the pouring rain. It was a fitting scene for his current feelings of sadness and melancholy.
He wasn't one to really let himself get beat up by simple problems since the boy would consider himself a decent problem solver, but some problems can't be fixed, and Kyle was given this harsh reminder only a few hours ago. For the first time in forever, he fell for a girl, and a beautiful one at that. She was what every girl dreamed to be and what every guy seemed to want, even Kyle fell for her plastic looks and lack of a real personality.
And with the curse of luck, she liked him too, it was unbelievable to him, his friends, his peers, and his now ex-boyfriend who was more than royally pissed off to hear the news. Nothing stays quiet for too long in a little town like South Park of course, especially when Eric Cartman catches wind of it. The break-up was probably the worst and best thing Kyle could have done for himself. The relationship had been built on gaslighting, sex, money, and harmful words that only Kyle would ever consider taking back, and Eric knew it, though Cartman could not care in the slightest about what Kyle thought because he wasn't capable of empathizing anyway. Another thing Kyle would have to apologize for.
Kyle wasn't weak or stupid at all, as kids he would deal with Eric as easily as one two three by punching him or threatening him the right way, but somewhere along the years Kyle had grown confused with Eric's behavior towards him. It was three years ago Kyle sold his sanity and any mental defense he had against Eric to the fucker himself. He didn't know what he was thinking as a teen, but it was too late. Whether Eric really loved him or not, Kyle was much too deep in his own grave to escape him. There would always be a place in his heart where Eric stabbed him so that the boy would never forget him.
When he did finally leave him a few months back, Eric swore at him and preached how he was falling for a whore, and he was right this time around. Kyle could only stare at his new girlfriend from afar, while she slept with someone who seemed to be twice her age, it broke him in a whole new way, a pain he hadn't felt in months since leaving Eric.
With her gone, who would he go to?
His parents wouldn't better anything, his friends wouldn't give him the current attention he craved, and his 'girlfriend' wouldn't be able to hear him over the sound of her gagging on some old guy's dick all night.
There was only one place he could go to get what he wanted, whatever it was he wanted anyways, and boy, did old habits die so fucking hard.
Kyle's cold finger hovered over the doorbell, knowing once he pushed it, there would be no turning back. He knew very well that the freedom he fought so hard for would be as good as gone after the very moment he pushed it. He thought briefly and irrationally since his mind was flooded with too many negative thoughts like the water rushing into storm drains from the rainy weather.
The doorbell sounded around the house, renouncing his brighter future and bringing back the past. But fate was just as powerful as the future, or that's how it seemed to Kyle anyway.
The door opened and only silence followed, it was heavy like Kyle's wet clothes and it would hang there until he said something to appease the person standing there.
"I'm sorry... you- you were right."
It was pathetic, he looked pathetic, he was pathetic. Only one person could make him feel that small, it felt painfully bittersweet to him.
Laughter erupted from Eric after a moment of silence upon the not-so-odd arrival of Kyle Broflovski at his door. Wet, miserable, and apologizing to him, it was enough to make him go crazy.
"What the fuck do you want Jew?" Eric's voice was laced with poor sarcasm since there was still laughter left in his throat, Kyle didn't know what was exactly so funny about his appearance, but he only knew so much about Eric's mind even if he knew him since preschool and somehow dated him for a mind deteriorating three years.
"I just want to talk to you" he lied, and Eric knew it, he knew an unhealthy amount about Kyle.
"Oh do you now? Well, come on in, and we can have a nice long talk. And it seems you're soaked, let's get you inside!" the sarcasm wrapped around Kyle's brain and beat it to a pulp. There was something about sarcastic Eric Cartman that made Kyle frustrated since it masked his true intent disgustingly well.
Eric took Kyle by the hand to drag him inside which made him jump from the surprise touch, they were never the touchy type unless it was in the bedroom, so Eric's gentle touches were always something like a treat to Kyle for good behavior, compared well to a pet getting a treat. He knew it was wrong, but it was what he decided he wanted, or thought he wanted. It was a headache to think about their relationship dynamic.
Eric took Kyle upstairs to his room which never seemed to stay the same since it was constantly being filled with new stuff, even as a nineteen year old, his mother bought him anything he wanted every single day of every week and every single week of the year for his whole life. It was something to be jealous of as a kid, but as Kyle grew he saw how negatively it affected Eric.
Eric walked over to his computer and turned off whatever had been on it since he decided paying attention to Kyle was a lot more fun that night over ignoring him and sitting on his computer. Kyle removed his wet ushanka and placed it on Eric's nightstand, taking it off hadn't made him any warmer but it certainly removed water weight from his head.
It was silent for an awful amount of time, Kyle stood by Cartman's night stand and Cartman sat in his desk chair looking back at Kyle.
"Uh, thanks for- letting me in." Kyle eventually broke the silence, lifting the expected tension.
"Sure, I was more than happy to let my miserable ex-boyfriend inside my house who left me or a hot girl with no unique traits whatsoever after he gets screwed over by the same chick and wants the only other person who could love him unconditionally." Eric's tone was as blunt as his expression, it was like he was studying Kyle. The words felt harmful but it wasn't anything new to him.
"Look, I'm sorry I showed up like this, you were the only person I could turn to at this time."
Cartman didn't respond to him, he only checked his phone, letting the awkward tension settle back in.
Kyle wasn't surprised that Eric acted this way, they broke up only a few months ago and the moment Kyle gets dumped he was already crawling back to his ex, very mature. He couldn't help but think that going back to Cartman was selfish of him, but he let the question leave his mind.
"Where's your mom?"
"She's in her bedroom getting her brains fucked out by some dude, she was a lot louder earlier so congratulations on your timing."
It wasn't much of a surprise to Kyle, but he wouldn't dare let that be known to Eric. Even if he called her foul names and profanities, if someone called her a crack whore or a slut he might just feed them their own parents.
"Cartman, I'm cold, do you mind if I-"
"Well cut the fucking small talk and strip then." Eric seemed busy looking for something in his desk drawers after moving from his chair, but gave up after only a few minutes and retired to his bed, waiting for Kyle to follow what must have been more of a command than a suggestion.
Kyle looked around nervously as if trying to confirm that Eric was really talking to him, but clearly there was no one else in the room but them. He looked back at Eric who raised his brows in response to Kyle's lack of immediate action.
"I didn't really come for anything more than to talk with you Cartman."
"Then talk, you'll bore me to death either way, it's not like you have shit to talk about anyways since you're a dirty lying Jew, right?”
"Cartman please don't do this right now ok, I just came here for... comfort, she doesn't seem interested in me anymore so..." Kyle found himself confused, what did he want from Eric?
"What makes you think I'm interested in you anymore? Or even want anything to do with you? You're a real selfish bitch, Broflovski."
The words pained Kyle in a way that was just indescribable, if Cartman didn't want him, who would?
"I just miss you, I made a mistake, I promise I won't do it again. I can make it up to you, right?" Kyle found himself speaking out of fear, something you should never do in front of a sadist like Eric Cartman.
"Right, so do us both a favor and take your soggy ass clothes off before a fish jumps out at me, if you want me back so bad then prove it since you decided I didn't matter when it came to getting pussy" his tone was both feather light and brick heavy, only further confusing Kyle on what Eric intended.
The question still lingered in his mind, what did Kyle want?
The confusion eventually got to him, and he slowly unbuttoned his coat, fumbling with the buttons since his shivering had increased since walking inside the house and the wetness of his clothes clinging to his skin. Eric sighed in annoyance before getting up and approaching the taller male in his room.
"Do I need to do everything?"
He managed to swiftly unbutton Kyle's coat and remove it from him along with his shirt at an impressive pace, he dragged Kyle back over to his bed but didn't guide him on top of it. Instead Kyle found himself on the ground in between two thick legs and looking up at Eric who sat himself on the bed instead. He grabbed Kyle's chin and looked at him with something containing amusement and disappointment, two emotions that Eric managed to fit on his fat face with ease.
"Eric I'm still cold, this isn't much help."
"What you said at the door, say it again." He ignored Kyle's complaint completely.
"...I'm sorry?"
"The second part."
Kyle thought, "...You were right?"
Eric leaned in from above, nose barely touching Kyle's, "Say it again."
Kyle could feel the butterflies in his stomach start to flutter in the most uncomfortable but familiar way.
"Cartman, you were right."
His brain completely melted when familiar lips met his own, and a hand kept a tight grip on his jaw to better deepen the kiss immediately. It was unexpected, but it was welcomed. The way Eric's tongue defeated Kyle's own was a bittersweet feeling he couldn't describe, feeling wrong at the moment but feeling so right, maybe even the 'comfort' he seemed to seek coming to Eric at his lowest.
The kiss was suddenly broken forcing Kyle to hold back a whimper, wondering why he already seemed to miss the others lips if it simply 'wasn't right' to make out with your toxic ex-boyfriend.
Eric looked down at Kyle, both panting for air, before suddenly unzipping his fly which was another thing that caught Kyle by surprise.
"What are you doing?"
"Shut up and look pretty, Jew."
Kyle furrowed his brows, Eric always bullied him throughout his whole life since the beginning of time, but sometimes the timings were frustrating for him, and while Kyle would usually bully him back, now just wouldn't be the time for it.
Eric worked his pants down his legs and that's when Kyle saw what he probably wanted taken care of, the tent in his boxers that Kyle had been a stranger to for what felt like a long time. Eric only stared at Kyle, and Kyle knew where he was trying to take it.
"Cartman I- didn't come here for this, I don't want to do this with you right now."
"Then why did you come, Kyle? To talk ?" Eric had another one of his confusing tones that practically tortured Kyle's ears but also sang so gently to him, it was a feeling that only he could understand.
"Well, I just came for comfort. I just wanted comfort from a friend."
"So you chose me out of every boy in South Park? I'm touched, really. You come here not knowing what the fuck you want so I'm offering you something I know damn well that you like. Why don't you have your own fun since your lovely bitch is too busy fucking someone in her pretty little bed. See it as a reward, as comfort from your dear friend."
It was sick, even scary, how Eric could scramble Kyle's mind and read him like a book. Kyle wondered when and how Eric even managed to wrap him around his finger so long ago.
"Don't you think you're just comforting yourself, Cartman?'' The question meant nothing to both of them since the outcome was already decided with the way Kyle began to grope Eric's bulge, earning a grunt from him.
"Just suck my balls, Jew."
For the second time that night, old habits would die hard.
Kyle pulled away Eric's boxers, freeing his forming erection from the confinements of the undergarments. Kyle could only stare at it, foreign but familiar. Eric sighed in annoyance at the red's hesitation catching Kyle's attention; he was supposed to be doing more than looking at it. Kyle reached his hand back to Eric's erection and began to oddly stroke it, looking at Eric for approval but only finding boredom. Eric grabbed Kyle's damp red curls in his left arm and shoved his face into his crotch, making Kyle squeal a bit, he tried to pick his head back up to reason with Eric but the brunette wasn't interested in Kyle's mouth for talking.
"What part of suck my balls did you miss, Kyle?"
Kyle sighed in defeat, as Eric already made up his mind, and Eric almost always got what he wanted. His cock was only a few centimeters away from Kyle's mouth, so he stuck his tongue out and licked at the head of Eric's dick, approved by another groan from above. He reached his hand to grab the base of Eric's dick and licked a long slow like up to the tip of it, repeating the action a few more times before finally parting his lips and slipping the girth into his mouth and moving his head as he was his hand a few moments ago. Eric again approved of the action by letting out a sound of satisfaction, notifying Kyle he was doing well.
Eric's grip in Kyle's red locks was starting to tighten, and force Kyle's head to either speed up or go deeper, gagging him as a result. Kyle managed to get his green eyes to meet Eric's brown ones, they were filled with a look of pleasure and a hint of desire. Kyle found the action to be more bearable if Eric was approving of his efforts. His cock was warm in Kyle's mouth and shaped its way slowly down his throat, and somewhere in his scattered brain, it felt so fucking good.
Drool ran down his chin making Kyle feel embarrassed since they were only a few minutes in and he was already a mess all over Eric's dick. Kyle had eventually moved his hands to rest on Eric's legs since the entire cock was hitting the back of his throat with rougher thrusts into his mouth, placing his other hand in Kyle's hair to get a better grip on him, face fucking and forcing his cock as deep as he can into the others warm mouth.
"Fuck," was the word used to break the chains of moans and grunts coming from each of them, "Swallow it all, ok Jew?"
Kyle hardly heard Eric over his own noises and scattered thoughts running through his head, but since he managed to do so he began to make more use of his tongue on Eric's head, finally pushing him over the edge and releasing in Kyle's mouth. They both made their own grunts and moans as the room filled with their sounds. Eric pulled Kyle's head off of him and admired his work with the other so far, mouth gaping open with saliva and cum dripping down his chin, sweat beads sparkling on his spotless face in the lamp light coming from Eric's desk, hair damp from the rain, and eyes filled with tears, confusion, and pleasure. Something Eric would never deny was the beauty of Kyle Broflovski in any condition.
"Was that so bad?"
Kyle pretended he didn't hear him and wiped the fluids that were dripping from his mouth away on his hand. Eric watched him try to compose himself until making eye contact with each other.
"Stand up." he ordered, and Kyle listened.
Eric stood up with him and took off the rest of his boxers fully since they had spit and semen on them. He grabbed Kyle by the arm and slung him on top of his bed, the red’s pants were still wet but they wouldn't be on him for too long anyways.
"Cartman?"
"What" Eric reached into his bedside drawer and pulled out an all too familiar bottle that made Kyle squirm in his place to move.
"I don't think we should be doing this right now" Kyle looked up at the ceiling trying to sort his thoughts, but he would find it impossible being with Eric.
"Tell your dick that."
Kyle rolled his eyes and stared out at the window, he had been trying to ignore his hard on since Eric released in his mouth so that they could have a more tame interaction, but if Eric wasn't interested in talking then it would not be happening that night.
Eric crawled on top of the bed beside Kyle, "Lay the other way."
"We really don't need to go this far, Cartman."
"You gonna let me take care of you or not? Lay over there."
Pushing his wishes aside, Kyle lies his head on one of Cartman's pillows and moves his body to face him from the other way. Eric wasted no time getting his hands all over Kyle's strong yet slim body, licking and kissing his neck followed by his chest, marking the red with hickeys and purple bruises all over. Kyle hated it at the moment, but damn did he miss it, he missed hating it.
Kyle's strangled noises were music to Eric's ears, "Still so pretty for me Kyle. I'm so glad you missed me that much, I knew you would come back to me."
Did he miss Eric? If Eric said so then maybe he did. It was no longer clear to his melted mind.
Eric traveled his way back up to Kyle's face, taking in his beautiful blush and confusion, leaving a kiss on his lips.
"Kyle, are you mine?"
There was only one answer Eric would ever take, so Kyle nodded, getting his reward in the form of a passionate but gentle kiss.
Cartman continued his markings up and down Kyle's body, making him shudder and pant as his body began to heat up and follow Eric's lead. He eventually backed away from Kyle's pale body, leaving him quite cold, but it wouldn't last for very long. Cartman opened the lube bottle and squirted a kind amount on his hand, he then spread Kyle's legs filling the other with embarrassment again. He positioned a finger in front of Kyle's entrance making the taller boy move upward and away. Eric rolled his eyes expecting more denial.
"Are you sure about this?"
"Are you asking me, or yourself? 'Cause if your asking me then your more fucked up than I thought, Kyle."
He stared into those terrifying brown eyes, sharp like knives and piercing his brain, Kyle looked to the side to avoid being the victim of such eye contact. He felt himself sink further into his mental grave as he moved himself back into the position from before.
"Now apologize for fuckin' up the mood for like the 8th time, I try to help you out and you tell me to fuck off, that's not very boyfriend like Jew boy."
"Boyfriend? Cartman I-"
Eric silenced him by shoving his index finger inside of his hole, pushing a yelp out of Kyle in response, spitting out whatever buzz kill he was about to let out of his mouth this time around. His legs tried to close via a reaction but Cartman was too wide for them to do any help in hiding himself.
"Apologize."
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, Cartman!"
"Actions speak a lot louder than words- or something like that, so let's just relax, okay?"
Kyle could only pant in response as Cartman added another finger to go along with his index, generously stretching Kyle out. It was a painful ecstasy and he couldn't decide if he loved or despised it, but that didn't matter, it wouldn't change how it felt to him either way. Eric's fingers practically melted one by one inside of him and it felt amazing.
"Could a woman ever make you sing like that Kyle?"
He wouldn't even realize how many noises came from him until Eric said something, embarrassing him once again, "I'm sorry."
"If you're worried about my mom, she is probably too loud herself to hear you, now can I get an answer?"
"No. We- actually never had sex, she just told me she wasn't ready."
"Well, that didn't age well did it, Jew?" His sly smile was barely noticeable through the tears that pricked Kyle's eyes, either forming from her memory or the thick fingers that felt so nice inside him.
Soon, Cartman yanked out his fingers leaving Kyle empty, he hoped by some miracle Eric would let him go take a shower but his request was quietly denied when he felt something much larger than a finger poke at his back side.
"I'm not ready."
"I just spent like ten minutes prepping you, you are more than ready. Aren't you like sex deprived by now? Your bitch sure was."
Kyle went to shut down the conversation but it had been done for him when he felt Eric's cock sinking into him from below. His face grew hotter and his fingers dug into the bed sheets as Eric reshaped his figure back into Kyle. He bit his lip to hold back whatever sinful noise his vocals were planning to release, more tears entering his eyes as Eric's length was a lot more effective than his fingers.
When Eric was fully in, he allowed Kyle to adjust to his size again like he would have months ago when they were still together. Like everything else had been that night, it felt so good, but felt so wrong.
"Eric.. Eric oh god.."
Kyle noticed himself using the others first name without meaning to, Eric leaned up and hovered over him, giving him another passionately deep kiss. Kyle let Cartman attack his lips as he began to move slowly inside of him, making Kyle whimper and huff out in pleasure. Eric bit and sucked on Kyle's bottom lip, claiming more spots as his own since his lover had been taken away from him.
"Fuck you're beautiful, and your mine, all mine."
"Eric, I'm thirsty." The red forced the words out between sighs and moans.
The brunette chuckled, thankful that Kyle didn't seem to hear him, "Gee Kyle, me too."
Kyle cringed, "N-no, not like that, I mean I want water."
Eric cocked his head to the side at the strange request in the middle of sex, but modern problems required modern solutions.
"Open wide."
Kyle opened his mouth expecting some water from the bedside to quench himself, but instead all he got was a glob of spit from Eric's mouth, and even if they had been kissing all night Kyle still gagged in disgust. Eric only went back in to kiss him more, mixing more spit in his mouth, but Kyle had already put it behind him taking the kiss as a half ass apology, not that Cartman ever apologized to be kind.
His thrusts quickened and his force became rougher, Kyle wrapped his shaky legs around Cartman's waste and soaked in the much needed attention from him. They both took the moment to reintroduce their bodies to each other after what felt like so long without seeing one another this way, undone was a good word for it.
Kyle could feel Eric speeding up every now and again, notifying Kyle he was getting closer and closer to his release. Their noises continued to bounce around the bedroom without escaping fully. Kisses were left on almost every exposed part of Kyle's body, some left purple hickys while others were more on the red side from being bitten rather than sucked. Cartman made sure to claim every part he possibly could of Kyle, since Kyle was his after all. His friend, his enemy, his punching bag, his toy, and his lover.
Kyle was hardly short of a scream when Eric rediscovered the spot that made the other lose himself under Cartman.
"Holy shit! Eric wait-"
"Is it so hard for you to enjoy yourself, Kyle?"
They both panted with more and more pleasure as they chased their orgasms, Eric's thrusts became erratic and rough only helping them both go past their limits.
"Could anyone ever make you feel this good, Kyle? Could she ever make you feel this good, Kyle?"
Ignoring his nagging, Kyle used his arms to bring Eric's head down and engulf him in a sweet kiss as thin strings of white leaped from his dick and on to both their stomachs. Kyle could feel Cartman's cock begin to twitch inside him, when he also release shortly after Kyle, the red's walls clenching around Eric's length further squeezing cum from him. The kiss was broken, being followed by moans and gasps post release. Eric pulled out of Kyle, but remained hovering over the others head when he heard unexpected words that made him smirk.
"I love you... I love you." Even if he felt good, the words felt odd coming from his mouth in shallow breaths, and being directed to Cartman of all people. It was a poor move on his part. Did he love Cartman?
He didn't know anything really, only Cartman knew Kyle. Not Stan, not Kenny, not his mom, not Ike, and especially not himself since we lost who he was long ago, only Eric Cartman knew Kyle inside and out. It was sick.
The two looked at one another with familiar gazes, dazed with pleasure and exhaustion, Kyle let his eyes shut despite the other looking for attention from him. Eric lifted a hand and caressed Kyle's soft, smooth, and heated face. Almost as red as his many red curls.
"Kyle, look at me."
Kyle focused his gaze back to Eric who looked oddly unhappy, he hummed in response.
"You love me don't you? Don't forget, you said so yourself."
Fuck, he couldn't deny it, it was now set in stone by Eric's stupid mouth. Kyle was too tired to speak up though, so he nodded in agreement.
"Then promise me, promise me your mine, and you wont leave me like that again. What you did hurt me, hurt us, right? Don't you see we just fit together? You're mine aren't you?"
It was too much, Kyle was tired and confused, he nodded again and turned to the right so he could try to fall asleep already. He felt Eric move him over so he could join Kyle on the left side of the bed to spoon him. It was some of the first genuine comfort Kyle had felt that night before succumbing to sleep.
"Are you still thirsty Kyle?" Eric only asked to make sure the other was fully asleep, when he didn't give a response, Cartman shifted his body so he could grab his phone off of the nightstand. After unlocking it he sighed with satisfaction, thankfully the text he had been anticipating came to him only a few minutes ago.
'Thanks for the hook up dude, she was great'
'Yeah no problem, did you "take care of her" '
'Yeah just like we agreed. She's out of the picture, you sure no one is going to be looking for that chick?'
'No way, got it covered, thanks. I'll have your money sent first thing tomorrow'
'was a pleasure doing business with you'
Cartman returned his phone back to the nightstand. He turned over to embrace Kyle again, leaving kisses on his neck. He had no regret for what he orchestrated, if it made Kyle come back to him he would never regret it, not that he ever would anyway. The way she made him smile and caressed him like he was hers and only hers, the way they laughed and joked and practically looked at each other made Eric want to throw up. Kyle wasn't her play thing, he was Eric's, Kyle was his to control and his to heal or his harm. Cartman hated sharing, so it had been clear from the start that the bitch had to die.
Getting her to agree to a hook up was beyond impossible, she was loyal to Kyle for sure, but large amounts of money can really change a person such as herself. Her loyalty was something else that made Eric decide she had to be removed from Kyle's life all together, since no one but Eric could love Kyle like he could, but it seemed his teachings weren't shoved far enough in Kyle's stubborn and thick stupid red head. Without Kyle, Eric was driven to desperate measures quicker than he could have ever thought.
It was all his fault for leaving Cartman. His fault for being such an addicting mind fuck. His fault that girl was dead somewhere she would never be found.
But, a fact that would always remain was that no one could break Kyle like Eric could, no one could fix Kyle like Eric could. It made his mind spin with evil and joy on how much easier it had gotten over time to completely ruin the poor guy, making it to where Kyle almost needed him.
And like most things concerning Eric Cartman, the last part was a lie. While he would never accept it in this lifetime or the next, it was Cartman who needed Kyle.
He wrapped his arms around Kyle and embraced his sleeping boyfriend possessively.
"Causing me all these fucking issues and making me pay all this fucking money. What an pain in the ass.... I love you."