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Save me	By : LoonyLunaLovegood Category: +S through Z > South Park > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2133 -:- 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-Alone...right?
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Thank you to everyone who enjoyed "Sorry isn't enough" This will actually have chapters. Though I don't know how many... I'm really in love with this pairing, so enjoy! <(n.n)>

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Snow fell lightly on the sleeping town of South Park. The streets were empty, even the dogs in town were silent. If you were to drive through the neighborhood, you would see no house light on... except for one.

"The Civil War is a testament to the strength of men's will for what they believe in. The battles that shall be covered in this chapter signify the-stupidity," Kyle threw his pencil down on the desk, glaring with hatred at the text book and notebook paper in front of him. "What the hell is the point of this?! I don't want to write a dumb essay on a war about ignorance!" He closed his text book and ran a hand through his hair. He pushed his chair back and stood up, crossing the room to flop on the twin bed. He lay there; face down for a few minutes, trying to control his frustration. Finally, he lifted his head and glanced at the clock. 2:24 am. It wasn't like the paper was due tomorrow, it was due on Monday. However... it always made him feel better to get it done earlier so he didn't have to think about it. Plus he'd have the whole weekend to hang out with his friends.

The redhead turned over on his back and stared up at the ceiling, watching the fan spin as he tucked his hands behind his head. It wasn't too bad; his parents were out of town, with Ike, to visit his Grammy. Ike's middle school had been closed for a week after the principal had turned out to be a spy for the Crab people, so they had decided to take Ike to Grammy, who happened to live near Six Flags, to make him 'feel better'. Kyle had decided to stay home, not in the mood to deal with a car ride with his family. It took a 4 hour conversation with his parents to convince him that, yes, 17 was a good age to be home alone... and they had actually allowed it! So... he had the house to himself. But it wasn't like he could do what he *really* wanted. It had been three weeks, since the graveyard incident, and he hadn't seen Christophe once.

Yet, the bastard still plagued his dreams! Three weeks of intense dreams that had him waking up with wet lounge pants. It was embarrassing to have to get to the bathroom as fast as possible, hoping nobody saw him... but at the same time... the dreams were fantastic. Christophe owning him completely, kissing him, touching him, whispering the sweetest things to him... Kyle blinked and smirked. That's how he knew they were dreams. Christophe and sweet talk? But in his dreams, Christophe knew exactly what to say, exactly where to touch him to make him cum. It was crazy to think so much of someone who probably didn't give a flying fuck about him... but although his would never admit it, Christophe really had taken more than his virginity. "Damnit, I'm sounding like a woman," Kyle grumbled. He shifted and cursed. Of course thinking about the French teen hand given him a hard on.

However... nobody was home. He could actually enjoy himself without worrying his mother would break down the door thinking he was under attack... Kyle moved to the edge of the bed and stood up, reaching over to the bedside lamp. He clicked it on before crossed the room, flicking off the overhead light thus making the room quite a bit dimmer. It felt a bit wrong... to want to give in to his desires and actually masturbate... but the excitement of exploration overrode it. Kyle grabbed the edge of his shirt and lifted it over his head, tossing it across the room. His hand touched the band of his pants but he paused, wondering why he was feeling so...horny all of a sudden. Before Christophe, he had fantasies of sexual encounters with girls... but had never felt so hot before. He wondered if... he pushed the thought aside. For once, he wanted to give in to himself. To let his desire take him to a place he hadn't dared go. With the acceptance of his emotions, he undid his pants and hooked his fingers into the pants and the band of his boxers, pushing them down and letting them fall to the floor in a pile at his ankles. He stepped out of them, making his way across the room.

Kyle settled back on his bed, running his hands along his skin lightly as he let his thoughts of that day take over. He could remember the taste of Christophe when the teen kissed him, like cigarettes and something akin to cinnamon. He could remember the look of pure, raw desire and hunger in the other's eyes. He could feel the burning touch and how the French teen had claimed him, owned him completely. Kyle clutched the sheets with one hand as the other brushed his throat, tracing the place where Christophe had bitten him. Slowly, he moved that hand up to touch his lips, the same lips that had licked and sucked on the rough digits of Christophe’s hand to wet them for lubrication. Absently Kyle bit on his index finger as he remembered the sensation of being pinned against the warm body, of being helpless and completely at his mercy.

Green eyes fluttered closed as he released his finger and trailed his hand down the smooth hairless chest to his cock. A soft gasp escaped his lips as gripped the base, moving his hand up to the head, then back down. Up, down, up. Kyle's other hand moved from the bed sheet he was grasping and brushed against his nipple. He circled it, hardening it even more as he stroked himself faster... but in his mind, it was Christophe touching him, Christophe whispering to him in French as he took control of the other's body. "Ah, Christophe," Kyle panted, spreading his legs more as his pace became frantic. His cock started leaking, lubricating his hand as he started moving his hips. "Yesss," He was so close... it was building; it was so fucking hot and overwhelming. He bit his lip and threw his head back into the pillow, his movements becoming spontaneous as he pushed for the moment of pure release.

He cried out in shock, his eyes opening instantly as a hand closed around his, ripping it away from his cock and pinning it next to his head as a naked body pressed down on his. He only saw a flash of brown hair before lips were on his, blocking his view. Oh... but he knew the taste of the other.... instantly, he responded, kissing back just as hard as he was being kissed. Though didn't last long. Suddenly the lips were gone, only to lower, nip, and suck desperately on his neck. "Fuck!" panted Kyle, burying his free hand in the thick brown locks, holding his captor there. "Christophe!" He cried out as his lover bit down harder on his neck.

"You're such a beech!" came a ragged growl in his ear as Christophe released his arm to grasp the back of Kyle's knees and forcing them over his shoulders. "Fucking tease!" Kyle cried out as Christophe thrust into him, his hands falling to Christophe's shoulders and digging in. The spy hissed at the pain, but moved frantically within the teen under him. Both were too deep into their emotions, too close to the edge, to realize fully the pain they were giving eachother.

"Yes, fuck yes 'tophe!" panted Kyle, yanking Christophe's chin up and kissing him desperately as he came. Christophe bit the teen's lip harshly as he came as well, his thrusts slowing down. Kyle moved his legs; letting them fall to the bed as Christophe collapsed on him, both panting for air like they were dying.

"H-how...?" Fuck he could hardly form the thought or words.

"Picked ze lock. Though you were sleepzing," Christophe pushed himself off and out of Kyle, laying next to him on his back, "Instead, I 'eard you moaning and though you were fucking someone elze," Kyle blinked as a jealous look flashed across Christophe's face, and smiled softly. "Zhen I heard you moan my name. You were so lost in ze act you didn't even 'ear me,"

"Mmm... glad you came. In more than one way," Christophe snorted but reached up to trace the bleeding bite mark on the others neck. "You're a bastard, you know. I had to cover up the last bite mark you gave me, now I have another,"

"Yeah? Well you clawed me like ze pussy you 're,"

"I couldn't help it!"

"I drivz you zat crazy?" Christophe smirked at the blush that formed on the Jew's cheek. "So howz long are your pareents gone?"

"Weekend. You staying?"

"For a bit, my fucking muzzah is pissing me off,"

"Hmm," Kyle murmured, curling against Christophe. "Good,"

"You 're making me food tomorrow, oui?"

"I'm not your wife. Go to sleep," Christophe smirked at the tone, but reached over turned off the lamp.

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A smirk crossed the lips of a figure sitting in a tree just outside of Kyle's window, watching as the room was thrown into darkness through the small opening in the curtains. "Well isn't this interesting..."
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