You Don't Even Know

A/N: This chapter seems to have come fast and goes fast. So if it's confusing, I apologize. *Shrug*

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Cartman hadn't seen Kyle in a couple days and Winter Break was waning away. That was entirely on purpose. He had seemed joyful enough in the morning after the staying the night, not sighing as much. It was so like the hippie to feel better after talking about his problems. But he found himself thinking more and more about Kyle in a way he really didn't want to, probably fueled by the newfound discovery that Kyle was gay.

Not that Eric was, of course.

He had been in town buying anew video game when he saw Kyle and groaned himself. The boy looked mopey again. There was a moment where he contemplated walking away entirely and acting like he didn't see him, to just leave and not care like Eric Cartman should. For some reason, he didn't.

"God, Kyle, you look like the Nazis burned your entire family." Eric said cheerfully, entirely himself.

It was Kyle that reacted weird, and by weird meant not at all. "Hi Cartman." It was the same tone as 'Hi Chef.' whenever they were about to ask Chef a question. Yep, Eric knew he should have ran while he had the chance. But Kyle didn't ask a question and he just kept walking. It pissed Eric off. It was so obvious what was on Kyle's mind now that it was boring. They went three blocks silently before he couldn't take his own anger. Growling, he pushed Kyle into an alley, where he pulled him by his neck deeper into it. "God. Damn. It. Kyle. I'll. Kick. You. In. The. Nuts."

"What?"

"You're so mopey and boring and GAH!" The larger boy threw his fists momentarily at nothing at all. "Okay, so your a faggot that just happens to be Jewish! Who fucking cares? You can't be the first person that has this issue." He growled. And it was true, and Kyle knew it, but all he did was shrug in response. Cartman looked him over for a moment, a vein threatening to burst in his anger. "Let's put it this way, Kyle Brovloski. How do I usually act towards you?"

"You insult me and make empty threats and diss everything that I am."

"Yes, and how do you think I react when you don't react to those insults and empty threats?" No answer, but Kyle seemed intrigued. "I want to kick your fucking ass and watch you bleed! So much that I might actually do it. Which would be fine but it's just not mentally satisfying."

"So you're angry because you're bored?"

"No, I'm angry because you're ruining my fun!"

"Do you want me to apologize?" Kyle asked incredulously.

Cartman saw his point, really he did, he just didn't care. "I don't care if you don't react, Kyle, I don't care if you've matured past the point of responding. But don't do it for something so stupid!" He was yelling now. He was losing his cool, his control. And there Kyle was, just watching him expectantly. "Goddamnit!"

Cartman spun Kyle around so he was facing the wall forcefully and pressed him against it by his shoulder. The Jewish teen yelped slightly and tried to get away but the larger boy held tight so he froze, trying to find out exactly what the other boy was up to. "Cartman?" He could feel the movement as Cartman pulled his glove off with his teeth.

"Just, shut up, okay?" Cartman forced out around the glove before spitting it onto the ground, while his hand snaked and unbuttoned Kyle's pants. Kyle's understanding of the situation was slow but his body tried to pull away immediately to no avail before realizing just what was happening. "Listen," He started with a low voice. "It's so much not a big deal that I'll do it for you, even though I hate your Jew guts." The trousers were unzipped and pulled down slightly and the large hand clumsily felt around for what it was looking for.

Kyle was pissed and confused. "Get the fuck off me Cartman."

"No."

Was it just them, or was this entire argument just a bit false? Why was it so halfassed? Why was Cartman doing this and why was Kyle more or less allowing it to happen? Neither of them thought about it, because then they'd have to reflect on themselves. That seemed extremely dangerous. So instad, Kyle silently tried to pull away and Cartman ignored it entirely.

A thick palm placed itself over Kyle's cock, and Eric could hear the Jew gasp slightly. Cartman had decided why Kyle was so sensitive, as he had noticed the night he had watched the boy masturbate. It was because Kyle obviously had little experience with it because of his guilt about such things. His fingers brought out the currently limp penis into the cold air and wondered if it would even work considering the temperature. However, even as he brought it out it started to twitch in his hand. Smirking to himself, he wrapped his fingers around it. Tempted to say something to humiliate the boy, he refrained.

Kyle moved under him, not really trying to pull away anymore but just in reaction to what was happening. Watching the boy writhe made the larger boy hard before even the prick in his hand, making him roll his eyes at himself, unable to do anything else to vent his frustration at the whole thing because Kyle couldn't very well know his body was reacting to this. Silently he started to stroke the Jew's cock, the boy gasping and quickly getting fully erect.

It was a silent occurance and neither one of them wanted to say anything, the sounds protruding from the nearby streets and the light gasps and moans from Kyle. Cartman tried to ignore the sensual sounds and movements fromt he Jew, he'd done things much more erotic than this without a second thought or any sexual satisfaction was he reacting now? A lot of things, but not all, had happened before puberty. That must be it. Right? Right.

Yeah right.

He felt Kyle resisting, Eric could tell by the sudden movements followed by lack of movement. The boy would hold his breathe and try to distract himself. "Hey, stop resisting and just cum already."

"I can't, I..." He'd feel guilty, hate himself as he already did. Kyle shouldn't have let it get this fault, he regretted it. And as Cartman released the hold on his back, that had increased weight and had been pressing him into the wall, he made to get away before remembering the constant rhythm running its way up and down his manhood. He moaned, disgusted with himself.

It was then that Cartman held something to his neck. First he was confused, opening his mouth. "Kyle, cum or I swear to God I will kill you where you stand." It took Kyle a moment before realizing what he was saying, and in the opposite of what any normal person would do, he relaxed. Orgasm ran through him, like waves throughout his body meeting up in his groin before splattering all over the brick wall of some building he couldn't even place in his head. His hands, which had been holding him up, acted like spinders and clenched onto the stone. His moans turned into a small cry that seemed to come straight from his lungs.

By the time he fell to the ground, panting and tired and spent, he was only able to see Cartman's large body turn the corner away. He lay there, broken, with only one thought being able to go through his head.

He hated Cartman. He hated him so fucking much. But, damned, Cartman was a fucking genius.

In the Jewish belief, he mused, current life is more important than possible life. This goes for abortion, which is alright by Jews even until the baby is mostly out of the body. Sperm would fall under this 'possible life' category. His destruction of the seed was null if it was in his best interest of survival. And he didn't doubt for a minute that Cartman would actually kill him if he didn't do as told.

It was genius. It was morbid. It was entirely Cartman-like except for one thing.

Why would Cartman do something to help him?

He stared at where he had last saw Eric, riding on his newfound euphoria due to an unexpected fact that someone jacking you off was even better than doing it yourself. He didn't know exactly what had happened, or why, or what was expected to become of the whole situation now. He didn't even know what to think about it.

Lame.

One thing was sure, however, and that was his life was never going to so much as border on normal.