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Sorry isn't enough	By : LoonyLunaLovegood Category: +S through Z > South Park > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3115 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own South Park, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-You belong to me
- 1
He didn’t quite know why he was there. It was pouring rain, the very small group of people had left already, and it wasn’t as though they had been close friends. It had been eight years since the resistance; people had moved on, everything had been forgiven and forgotten….ha, so much for learning from your mistakes.

But that was beside the point.

Gloved fingers reached out to trace the inscription lightly, the figure kneeling in the soil covering the new grave. Why was he thinking about the war? Everyone had been brought back by Kenny’s wish, so this death wasn’t caused by it… perhaps it was because that’s why they met. Granted, they hadn’t spoken afterwards, but hearing of the killing brought back the memories and an unknown emotion bubbled to the surface. It was regret. During the war, the other had sacrificed his life to a cause he probably didn’t give a fuck about, and he hadn’t even thanked him when Kenny’s wish had been granted. He didn’t even speak to him afterwards, just continued on with his life.

“I’m so sorry,” whispered Kyle Broflovski, slowly climbing to his feet. “I should have thanked you,”

“Oh, and why ez that?” came a voice from behind him. Kyle whirled around to come face to face with the very person he was grieving, who was leaning against a monument and just as soaked as he was.

“Mole?! Wh-what-? Aren’t you dead?!” Kyle tried to wipe the water from his face, making sure this wasn’t a hallucination brought on by blurred vision.

“Ah, non. I was lookeeng for ze one who ‘as tried to keel me,” brushed off the other teen, taking out a cigarette and trying to light it. “Sheet! Fucking rain!” he cursed after the fourth attempt at lighting the flint, flicking the cigarette away. Brown eyes locked with green. “So, teel me, why do you want to make apologies? We weren’t the best of friends, no?” Slowly, Christophe started towards the shorter one, eyes feral with something Kyle couldn’t decipher.

“Uh… well, you see, I uh… heard you were killed… uh… in another mission… and remembered the war… and I, uh,” Kyle sputtered, backing away from the advancing French teen. “I wasn’t the one who tried to killed you!” He yelped in surprise as his back hit the stone wall of a mausoleum, halting his retreat.

“Oh, I know zat,” smirked Christophe, stopping inches from the young Jew. “ ‘oweever, I am doubteeg the story you ‘ave given me,”

“What?”

“Ez zat ze only reason you have come here? Or ez zere another reason? I died in your arms, wiz you teeling me to ‘hold on’, zen, you come to my funeral even zo we haven’t talked in years,” Kyle’s eyes widened as hands were placed on either side of his head. “Teel me zen, ze real reason you are ‘ere… teel me what you want,” Kyle shivered at the tone and the closeness of the mercenary, biting his lip as he struggled internally for the real reason behind his own actions. He froze as he felt the brush of lips against his ear. “I zink you want to ‘op being ze good leetle muzza’s boy an’ you realized I waz ze one who could ‘ave… corrupted you, oui?” Kyle closed his eyes tightly, turning away from the other.

“Yeah…” he agreed finally. “You didn’t give a fuck what anyone said or thought… and I wanted that. I wanted the carelessness you had. I wanted the danger, the freedom,”

“I can geeve it to you. Make you ‘eel ze things you ‘ave nevar felt before,” Christophe grasped Kyle’s chin with his hand and tilted the head to gaze into eyes that opened at the movement. A slow grin formed as he leaned closer. “Permettez-moi de vous corrompre(1),” Kyle looked confused.

“What the hell-?” Lips crushing against his, cut him off in mid-sentence, Christophe’s body pressing his into the cement wall. Fingers trailed up, under his shirt and against the warm, wet skin of his hips, then moved up in a slow caress. Kyle moaned into the kiss, half due to pleasure, the other half protesting. His protesting side won and he yanked his lips away from the Frenchman’s, trying to shove him away. “S-stop, we can’t do t-this! What if we’re caught?!” Christophe growled and grabbed the flailing hands and slammed them against the wall, holding them there.

“So what? Let your beech of a muzzar and your fucking God catch us, do you want zis?” Kyle hesitantly nodded. “Say it!”

“I-I…”

“What do you want?”

“…F-Fuck me,”

“Louder! I want everyone in zis fucking town to ‘ere it!” That set Kyle off.

“Damnit Christophe! Fuck me, you asshole!” he yelled, clenching his fists. A slow grin formed on Christophe’s lips.

“As you wish, mon amour(2).”

Kyle glared up at Christophe. "What is it with you speaking Fren-" he yelped in shock as teeth nipped right under his chin. "Ch-Christophe, wait!"

"For what? You 'ave told me you want me to 'fuck you' 's you so nicely putz it," Christophe whispered against the throat bared to him.

"But it's raining! We'll get sick and we should really-"

"Teech you to shut your goddamn mouth and teech you that you need to stop wiz tiz thinking shit," cut off the taller teen, pressing him harder against the wall of the mausoleum.

"I just-" Kyle was cut off once again, this time by rough lips that kissed him harder than before, stealing his breath and killing the words in his mouth. Kyle groaned into the kiss, eyes closing almost instantly as he gave into the taller teen. Slowly, Christophe released Kyle's hands, sliding them down Kyle's arms as he trailed them down to either side of Kyle's hips. He pulled away enough to look into closed eyes and caught his breath as he waited for them to open. Kyle opened his eyes, panting harshly as he glared at Christophe, dropping his hands to Christophe's shoulders. "You're such a bastard,"

"Ah, but that iz what you wanted, no?" Christophe yanked off his shirt, then ripped off Kyle's. Kyle gulped as he took in the slightly toned chest of the other.

"...Yeah,"

"Zhen shut up wiz zis talking. All I want to 'ere iz you screaming and begging for more, got zat?" Kyle regarded him silently for a few moments, then nodded. Christophe smirked as he grabbed Kyle's shoulders, spinning him around until he was facing the wall. "Good," Kyle moaned as Christophe's hand slid down and around, cupping the buldge in his pants.

"Oh...shit..." groaned Kyle as he was fondled, moving slightly into the hand to get more friction. "No..." came the protest as the hand stopped. "Why-AH!" Kyle yelped, eyes flying open in astonishment, as the hand shot down his pants and grasped his cock.

"Beg for zis," Christophe hissed in his ear, flexing his hand. Kyle cried out, trying to grasp the wall to get control of himself. "I told you to fucking beg!"

"Pl-please, Mole... oh God-" He yelped again when Christophe's other fingers curled into soaked locks and yanked his head back.

"Don't breeng your fucking God into zis!" he warned.

"S-sorry," panted Kyle. "I-I want you to fuck me! Please!" After a second, Christophe released the hand in his hair and pulled his hand out of Kyle's pants, both meeting at the top of the Jewish boy's jeans. They fumbled with the button and yanked the zipper down before sliding the jeans and boxers down slim hips, exposing the lightly tanned rear to hungry eyes. Kyle bit his lip, feeling the cold take effect on his slightly damp skin. He shivered as a hand trailed down one cheek, pausing to kned near the center.

"Benz down and brace yourself on the wall," Kyle did so, his face almost as red as his hair from a mixture of embarassment and excitement. Christophe reached up and placed his fingers aginst the slightly brusied lips. "Suck," Obediently, Kyle opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around the two digets, wetting them as much as possible. He closed his eyes, concentrating on the taste of the rough digets. Finally, Christophe removed his fingers and lowered them to Kyle's entrance, pushing one in slowly. Kyle whimpered, clenching his eyes shut. "Stop being such a tight leetle beetch and relax," Christophe murmured against Kyle's ear.

"It...it's wierd!" came the protest.

"Ah... I'm not stoppeeng,"

"I didn't say I wanted you to, jack-AH!" Christophe smirked as he flexed his finger again before adding another. "You love doing that, don't you?"

"Love doing what?"

"Cutting me off when I'm-FUCK!"

"Zis iz fun, no?" Kyle just glared over his shoulder. Christophe chuckled lightly as he removed his fingers, reaching down and undoing his zipper. Kyle felt his heart beat faster as he caught sight of the swollen, erect member.

"Oh my-" he stopped when he caugh the warning look in Christophe's eyes, biting his lip. "Is that... uh... going to fit?"

"One way to find out," The taller teen rubbed his cock between Kyle's legs, brushing the other boy's harndess. Kyle pushed back against him, desperate for more.

"Christophe!" came the whine as Christophe pulled back a bit to line up with Kyle's entrance.

"Shh, Mon amour," came the surprisingly soft voice. Kyle closed his eyes, exhaling as he braced himself. He whimpered as the head of the shaft entered him. It wasn't painful... Christophe had done an amazing job of streaching him... it was... different....

It seemed like forever until Christophe was buried inside of him. Both stilled, Kyle getting use to the sensation, and Christophe enjoying the grip Kyle's body had on his cock. Green eyes slowly opened and Kyle shifted, pausing when Christophe gripped his hips. His eyes flew open when Christophe started thrusting. "Oh shit!" gasped Kyle, trying to grasp the wall. The friction was fucking incredible! "Faster," Christophe managed a throaty laugh as he picked up his pace.

"Knew you would be ze perfeect beetch. Love zis, don't you?"

"Yesyesyes!" Kyle felt his knees go weak and slowly sunk to all fours, Christophe following.

"Mmm, zis iz much better," Christoph pushed deeper into the Jew. Kyle responded by pushing back when Christophe was pushing forward, finding a movement that suited them both. Christophe growled as he felt his balls tense and pounded harder into the body under him. "Who owz you?"

"I-I-" A painfully hard thrust caught him off guard. "You! You own me! Please!" Kyle blindly reached down and grasped his cock, pumping it in time with Christophe. "Mole...Christophe..." he whimpered as he came, shuddering. Christophe's eyes narrowed and he leaned down, sinking his teeth into Kyle's shoulder as he buried himself in Kyle as deep as possible, cumming hard.

Kyle moaned and rested his head on the cool stone, panting harshly to catch his breath. Christophe removed his teeth from the bloody shoulder and slumped on Kyle, quietly gulping in air. Finally, Christophe pulled out of Kyle with a grunt and tucked himself into his soaked pants, zipping them, but not bothering to button them. He then moved to the left a bit, under the half roof and sunk into the wet grass, pulling Kyle with him and into his lap. Both sat in silence as the rain picked up tempo around them. Finally, Christophe pulled back enough to look into emerald eyes.

"How waz ze 'corruption'?" Kyle smiled, a slight blush tinting his cheeks as he nuzzled Christophe's nose.

"Perfect...though I can't believe you fucked me in a graveyard at your own funeral... screw it. Will you corrupt me again later?" he paused to yawn, then pressed a quick kiss to Christophe's lips.

"Of course I will, fucking pussy. I own you now.... And why ze hell are you zo... cuddily?!"

"Mmm... because I love you and I don't give a fuck if you call me a pussy or not," Kyle snuggled deeper against Christophe, closing his eyes. "Now shut the fuck up and let me sleep," Christophe glared down at the green hat and took out a semi-wet cigarette, putting it to his lips. He pulled out the lighter from his pocket and went to light it, but paused when he heard Kyle's soft snores. His eyes softend slightly and he placed a hand on Kyle's head.

"Je vous aime aussi, ma lumière...(3)" He moved his hand and, after many tries, managed to light his smoke. He exhaled as he watched the rain fall. "Fucking beetch,"

Translations:
(1) Permettez-moi de vous corrompre = Let me corrupt you
(2) Mon amour-my love
(3) Je vous aime aussi, ma lumière = I love you also, my light.

A/N:
Thanks for everyone's support of this story! *Huggles* I'm sorry it took so long! I'm actually thinking of more... donno yet. It would be a second story so you could read it if you wanted to, or leave it at this. It would answer why Christophe was faking his own death and how far he would go for Kyle... donno yet... College is really keeping me busy...*shrugs* But I hoped you enjoyed my favorite pairing!
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