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Meat Feast	By : Zombiecest Category: +S through Z > South Park > Slash - Male/Male Views: 4004 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Meat Feast
- 1
Craig had ordered pizza an hour and a half ago. It still hadn't arrived and the black-haired man was getting pissed, although it didn't show. He didn't convey emotion very well. The twenty-three year old was sitting on the couch in his living room, his boyfriend of four years, Tweek, curled up beside him, jumping every time someone spoke on the movie they were watching, which made no sense, seeing as how it was Up.

Craig sighed, scratching at one of his legs and shifting a little, flattening down the front of his boxers as he waited for the fucking pizza guy to show up already. Tweek lifted his head, looking at his boyfriend for a long moment and then speaking in a low, twitchy tone. "C-Craig, what if it's –GAH- the apocalypse? What if that's why the pizza guy is late?"

"I know this might sound insane," Craig deadpanned, staring down at the twitchy little blonde with an unreadable expression. "But I think, and this is only conjecture, that the pizza guy is a lazy fuck. Not killed by an atomic bomb. Just a lazy-ass fucker."

Tweek glanced around and then jittered away from his boyfriend, heading over to the glass door of the balcony and walking outside. Craig wondered momentarily if it was just an excuse to get away from him, because no one in their right mind (not that Tweek was necessarily in his right mind) would go outside if they thought it was the apocalypse, but that thought was quickly brushed aside when the blonde shrieked and came running back inside, heading to the kitchen.

Craig arched an eyebrow, gray eyes calm and detached as he stared at the blonde, who was looking around with his usual terrified expression. "What? Is it actually the apocalypse?" He doubted he would have missed the sounds of doomsday but Up was a pretty engaging movie; it might have been possible.

Tweek shook his head, tongue darting out to lick at his chapped lips before he found a clean mug, starting the coffee maker. "There was a p-pigeon."

Oh. Tweek had a bird phobia after seeing The Birds back when they were kids and never hesitated to bring it up; then again, he had about seven thousand phobias and none of them made much sense, like his fear of broccoli, or his fear of triceratops. Craig sighed, settling back on the couch and resting his ankle on the knee of his opposite leg, stretching his arms out and taking up almost all the room on the couch.

It was a subtle way to get Tweek to sit on his lap. It usually worked, although something was always there to scare the blonde right back off of Craig. Sex was becoming increasingly difficult because of Tweek's irrational fear, so Craig jumped on whatever opportunities he could get.

The doorbell rang and Craig groaned, standing up and swiping his wallet off the table, pulling his boxers down a little and walking over to the door. He opened it, staring at the pizza guy for a moment and then speaking blankly. "Kenny. Why the fuck did you take so long?"

The blonde looked up, pulling his hat off and rubbing the back of his hand against his forehead, paying no attention to the bruise on the side of his head and the blood dripping down from his nose. "Huh? Oh, right, like… I was ridin' on my bike or somethin' and fuck like… I think I got hit by a car… your pizza's okay, though. I checked it."

Craig sighed, leaning against the doorjamb and flicking through his wallet. "How much do I owe you?"

"I heard you ordered a meat feast," Kenny said in his sexiest tone, taking a step forward and nearly falling down as the blood rushed to his head.

Craig blinked, grabbing his arm and frowning a bit. "Yeah, uh… we did. How much do I owe you?"

"Twenty bucks." He staggered back a bit and Craig grabbed him, looking mildly worried before Kenny grinned, wiping at his bleeding nose. "And maybe a place to chill until I'm all right."

Craig gave him a freaked out look and then nodded, pulling him inside and over to the couch. Tweek screamed something about murder and Craig shot him a look before taking the pizza from the blonde and setting it on the coffee table. "Tweek, grab me one of those beers from the fridge or whatever."

Tweek came out of the kitchen, handing Kenny a beer and watching the blonde press it to his head, licking his lips nervously and then sitting down beside Ken on the couch. Craig looked at the two of them and then walked into the kitchen to grab his boyfriend a cup of the freshly brewed coffee and a beer. He glanced up when Kenny spoke, his voice flirtatious and focused on Tweek. "I added some extra sausage to the pizza."

Tweek blinked up at him, looking hesitant for a moment before glancing towards the pizza box on the table and swallowing. "Um… that was nice of you."

Kenny slid his hand down to his crotch, subtly rubbing himself through the denim as Craig stared from the kitchen, mouth set in a thin line as he watched the blonde man molest his boyfriend. "It might be a little… saltier than usual, though."

Craig sighed, continuing to pour Tweek a cup of coffee as the skinny man scooted closer to Kenny, looking intrigued and obviously not getting it. "Why?"

"'Cause I marinated it with my own special sauce. I can give you a taste of it right now, if you want."

Tweek looked semi-eager and Craig sighed, walking out of the kitchen and shaking his head. "Tweek, don't you fucking agree to it, you retard. He's talking about his dick."

"Am not!" Kenny sounded mildly offended, Craig shoving the blonde out of the way in order to sit back down on the sofa and continuing watching his movie. "I was talking about the amazing sausage Kevin and I made earlier today and put on the pizza."

"No, you weren't," Craig said blankly, passing Tweek his cup of coffee and twisting the cap off his beer. "You're trying to get my boyfriend to suck your poor, dirty cock that's probably living off welfare and fucking its brother when it has half a mind to. And I don't want Tweek to get some weird poverty disease all over his mouth."

"It's called herpes and I don't have it anymore," Kenny said smoothly, scratching at his stomach and swiping Craig's beer in order to take a swig of it. "So your boyfriend would be fine, if I was talking about my dick."

Craig rolled his eyes, leaning over and plucking the pizza from its insulated bag, flipping the box open. "Kenny, there's not sausage on this pizza."

The blonde paused for a long moment and then sighed, running his fingers back through his hair. "Okay, I was talking about my cock."

"Dude, sick."

Kenny shrugged, letting Craig grab his beer back and rubbing at his cock through his jeans again until the black-haired man elbowed him in the chest, speaking in a dangerous tone. "I said you could stay here until you felt better. I didn't say you could masturbate or hit on Tweek."

The redneck's hand slid from his own groin to Craig's leg, running his fingers up and down the black-haired man's thigh before he leaned over, biting at Craig's neck roughly. "I can hit on you instead, Craig."

"I'd prefer you didn't," Craig murmured, eyes on the television as Kenny continued feeling him up slowly. "I don't like you. At all."

Kenny's fingers found Craig's crotch and he grinned against the black-haired man's skin, shaking his head. "Your dick says otherwise, Craig."

"My dick isn't controlled by my head. Unlike you, I don't think with my cock."

Kenny simply rolled over Craig, ending up in Tweek's lap as the twitchy little blonde flinched away from him, squeezing his hazel eyes shut and snapping his mouth shut. "Tweek…" Kenny murmured, leaning forward and dipping his tongue out to lick his counterpart's lips gently. "Tweek, let's make out. I'll let you try my special sausage."

"No." Tweek cracked one eye open, looking at Ken and licking his lips before glancing at his boyfriend. "I don't w-want to make out with you. Make out with Craig."

"I'm not making out with Kenny, Tweek."

Tweek gave Craig the most pathetic look he could muster and the one brunette of the trio shifted uncomfortably on the couch, eyes flicking to the redneck currently squishing his boyfriend. Craig swallowed and then shook his head, looking back at the movie. "I'm not putting my mouth on him, Tweek."

Tweek slid closer to his boyfriend, running a hand over Craig's chest and bringing his hand up to the other's face, sliding his fingers over Craig's cheek and pulling him closer, kissing him on chin lightly. "Please? I'll l-let you do whatever you want once –GAH- once Kenny's gone."

Craig blinked, looking at him and pressing his mouth to Tweek's ear lightly. "Why do you want me to make out with him?"

"It might be hot," he admitted, kissing his boyfriend again. "Please, Craig? I'll love you forever…"

Craig stared at Tweek and then stared at Kenny, who was watching the movie intently by now, still squishing Tweek underneath him. The brunette swallowed and then spoke, voice low. "Fine, Tweek. God damn it." He reached out, grabbing the front of Kenny's uniform shirt and dragging him up, pressing his lips down on the blonde boy's.

Kenny ran his hands back through Craig's hair, kissing him back and opening his mouth slowly, tongue running over Craig's lower lip as he attempted to coax the black-haired boy into kissing back all the way. Craig eventually opened his mouth, tongue dipping out to run over Kenny's before tangling it with the other man's, pulling him off of Tweek's lap and into his own, hands sliding down Kenny's sides. He slid them in the back of the pizza boy's jeans, squeezing his ass through his boxers, and Ken arched upward, breaking the kiss and licking his swollen lips before murmuring, "You taste like fucking beer."

"You taste like fucking cock," Craig retorted, glancing over at Tweek, who was watching the two of them with an intrigued expression, eyes wide. Craig leaned over to kiss him but ended up pushed to the side as Tweek dove on Kenny instead, arms lacing around the other blonde's neck as he shoved Ken back on the couch, kissing him hard as he possibly could as they lay across Craig's lap.

Craig watched, not entirely impartial to what was happening at the moment; after all, nothing got much better than watching two sexy blondes make out on your lap. Tweek broke the kiss, grinding against Kenny slowly, and Craig stared before grabbing his boyfriend by the hair, pulling him up and speaking in a low tone. "You wanna fuck me and Kenny?"

"At the same time?" Tweek looked at Craig and then over at Kenny before shaking his head, biting his lower lip. "No way."

"Yeah, way." Kenny sat up, licking his lips at Tweek and leaning forward, biting on his lower lip hard enough to make the other blonde squeal in shock. Kenny grinned, licking at Tweek's lower lip lightly and then glancing at Craig. "Fuck, Tucker, you sure you want to let me wreck your blondie's ass?"

"We'll be wrecking it together."

Kenny lifted an eyebrow, a titillated smirk crossing his face before he snickered. "Double penetration?"

"Yep," Craig murmured, sliding off the couch and stretching a little before poking Tweek in the forehead. "But you're gonna give Kenny and me a show like you give me all the time, aren't you?"

Tweek swallowed, licking his coffee-stained teeth and then nodding, getting up off the couch and disappearing down the dark hallway towards the bedroom for a few moments. Craig watched him go and let a rare flicker of a smile pass across his pale face. "This is really great."

Kenny sat up all the way, leaning his chin on the back of the couch as he stared down the hall. "What kind of show?"

"You'll see." Craig took a sip of his beer, glancing over his shoulder as Tweek wandered out with only a shirt of Craig's on and a shopping bag in his hand, his face bright red and his boner completely noticeable beneath the thin cotton. Craig arched an eyebrow at him and the scrawny blonde frowned before hopping over the couch and stepping onto the coffee table, facing away from the two bigger men as he pulled the shirt off slowly. He dropped it on the floor beside the table and shook his ass a little, glancing over his shoulder at both Kenny and Craig.

Kenny looked enamored while Craig, who had seen the show a thousand times, urged the blonde to go further. Tweek's forehead furrowed and he sighed, lifting the shopping bag and dumping the contents out on the coffee table, still standing on it and shaking slightly. The only contents of the grocery bag were a cock ring, a pink-purple vibrator with a base, and some lube, and Tweek toed at them slightly before leaning down, giving both the other men a full view of his pert ass.

He lifted the cock ring, frowning a little at the sex toy and shaking his head. He hated using the thing because there was always the underlying risk; what if his dick fell off during the middle of sex? What if it exploded? What if all his cum built up and backed up into his body and he drowned to death in his own sperm? The details were far too terrible to think of, but he, naturally, though about them anyway.

Tweek eyed the circle of plastic like it was some sort of death ring, biting his lower lip and then sliding it down over his boner slowly, biting his lower lip as it constricted his cock but willing enough to continue with the self-inflicted bondage. Craig wanted this so Craig got it. And it wasn't as though the skinny blonde didn't enjoy this sort of thing. Because he did. And the thought of doing it in front of two boys… It just made it all better, somehow.

"Taking too long." Craig's voice cut through Tweek's thoughts like an unwanted knife through butter and the blonde huffed before turning around, sitting down on the edge of the coffee table and spreading his legs as far as he possibly could, exposing himself to Kenny and Craig.

Tweek's boyfriend lifted his foot, running sock-clad toes over the blonde's cock, which was dribbling precum down the sides by this point, the clear liquid beading on the throbbing member. Craig smirked, giving Tweek a look and then shrugging. "Come on, babe."

Tweek nodded, lubing up his fingers and twitching slightly before laying back on the coffee table, propping his legs up and slipping a finger inside himself easily, eyes on the ceiling as he moved the digit in and out easily, drawing it out for the other two more than he was pleasuring himself. His whole body was shaking; Craig's (rather unoriginal) nickname for him was 'Vibrator' and he was definitely living up to that name at the moment.

Another finger joined the first and Tweek whimpered, starting to scissor slowly, pausing every few moments to stretch his ass, showing it off to Craig and Kenny. He managed to slip a third finger in, although that one left a burn he was unaccustomed to feeling, and he made a slight noise of discontent, glancing down the length of his body at the two men across from him on the couch. Kenny was rubbing himself through his jeans again, Craig watching Tweek indifferently, and the blonde took a moment to survey his own swollen cock before pulling his fingers out and sitting up, looking at the vibrator for a long moment.

He flicked it on and then slid forward, pushing Craig's legs apart a little and sliding the vibrator in between them, closing his boyfriend's legs again so he would keep the toy standing. Craig arched an eyebrow and Tweek put his hands on Craig's shoulders, lifting himself up easily and then impaling himself on the thrumming object, a sharp gasp leaving his lips as he jerked forward, cock pressing against Craig's stomach. The brunette blinked, staring at Tweek with mild surprise, and the scrawny blonde ducked forward, kissing Craig hard on the mouth and then speaking in a low, eager tone, tics almost completely hidden by the lust in his words. "G-… gah! Craig, I want you to f-fuck me! Please! Oh, god, I need you so b-badly!"

Kenny stared at the two of them before leaning over, grasping Tweek's cock and pressing his mouth to the other blonde's neck, biting and sucking at the all-too-pale flesh and leaving a dark hickie on Tweek's near-translucent skin. He pulled back, eyeing the mark, and then grinned, looking at Craig. "C'mon, let's fuck him."

"Wait," Craig said dully, lifting Tweek off his lap and shoving him back on the coffee table, grabbing the vibrator and shoving it back into the blonde with such force that tears sprang to Tweek's eyes. He arched off the coffee table, crying out, and Craig smirked, smacking his ass lightly. "Suck your own cock, babe."

"Dude, he can't suck his own cock," Kenny said incredulously, still groping himself from the couch. "Only time I ever saw that was with that little Mormon kid and Cartman pretty much broke him in half trying to get him to do it."

"Tweek can do it." Craig frowned, slowing down with his movements and then pulling the vibrator out all together. "Come on, Tweek."

Tweek stared at Craig for a moment, turning an even deeper shape of red, and then nodding, letting his boyfriend grab his legs. The blonde squirmed for a few moments before looking down at Craig and sighing, grabbing his own knees and leaning forward, unable to reach before dropping back, making a slight sound. "I can't do it, Craig!"

"Do it."

Tweek frowned, twisting himself forward again and sticking his tongue out, getting closer but unable to reach it still. He whimpered and Craig grabbed his hair, shaking his head. "Come on. Show Kenny," he said cruelly, showing absolutely no pity for his boyfriend.

Tweek writhed and then managed to do it, licking the tip of his own cock and then dropping back as Craig let go of his hair, winded and panting for air from the exertion. Craig smacked his ass as hard as he could and then picked Tweek up, handing him off to Kenny and passing him the lube as he switched off the vibrator. "Go ahead and start."

Kenny blinked, watching Tweek wiggle around in his lap before undoing his own fly, pulling his hard cock out and stroking himself a few times before reaching over and grabbing the lube. He dripped some on his dick, picking Tweek up and spreading his legs, the scrawny blonde's back pressed to his chest.

Tweek made a noise, uncomfortable and still squirming as Kenny lowered him down easily, sliding into him slowly. Kenny kissed Tweek's shoulder lightly, biting down on the pale skin as the blonde clenched around him, hissing as Kenny got in all the way and whimpering a little as the other man bucked forward. Kenny hit his prostate and Tweek cried out, grabbing at Kenny's thigh and digging his nails into the skin roughly. "G-gah, Kenny!"

"You like my homemade sausage?" Kenny grunted, lifting the scrawny boy up and slamming into him quickly.

"I think I'd –fuck!- l-like it better if you sh-shut up with the s-stupid innuendos and just fucked me!" Tweek practically screamed, clinging to Kenny's legs and rocking back on the other's hard cock.

"Jesus, when did you get an attitude?" Kenny laughed, slamming into him harder and then wincing as Tweek pinched him.

Craig watched them fuck for a few moments and glanced at the pizza bag as Kenny's cellphone began to ring, the thing loud and obnoxious. Kenny reached for it and Craig picked it up instead, flipping it open and pressing it to his ear. "Hello?"

Kenny's older brother, Kevin, answered the phone, sounding a little stressed out and more than a little uncertain. "Uh.. Hey. Who's this? Why're you answerin' Ken's phone?"

Craig paused, trying to decipher the older man's syrup-thick accent before sighing, running his hand through his hair. "Because your brother is currently sitting on my couch with his cock buried in my boyfriend's ass."

"Oh." Kenny looked mortified and Kevin continued speaking, his voice dull. "He should be at work or somethin'."

"Well, he's not. Wanna hear?" Craig pressed the phone to Kenny's ear with one hand, his other hand dropping to pinch at one of the blonde's nipples. "Come on, Ken… you suck your big brother's cock enough."

Kenny stared at Craig and then whimpered, hands gripping Tweek's hips as he arched upward. "F-fuck… Kevin! I'm s-sorry, I'll be back in l-like –nngh- like an hour-ah! Ah! Tweek!"

Craig brought the phone back to his ear, examining his fingernails absently. "He's almost finished, Kevin. He'll be back soon enough. Relax."

"I only got one other pizza guy, kid. An' he's got Tourette's or somethin' so I don't like sendin' him out."

Craig rolled his eyes and hung up, kneeling on the couch and looking at the two blondes, patting Kenny on the cheek roughly before leaning over, biting the redneck on the lower lip roughly. "He sounded jealous. You two fuck a lot, huh?"

Kenny nodded, staring up at him and shuddering as Tweek latched onto Craig's shoulders, holding him around the neck and clawing at his hair, whimpering. "Craig, I want you! C-Craig, p-p-please!" The blonde jerked forward, pressing his forehead to his boyfriend's and staring at him steadily. "Please…"

Craig nodded, kissing Tweek on the mouth and putting his hands on Kenny's thighs, pulling him forward along with Tweek. The skinnier of the two men screeched, writhing around on top of Kenny and then smacking the redneck on the side. "Your zipper's cutting me! Take your pants off!"

Kenny sighed, pulling Tweek off his cock like a used condom and pushing his pants off, dropping them on the floor. Just to be on the safe side, Craig stripped down as well, pulling Kenny into his lap and wrapping a hand around both their cocks, licking the redneck's lower lip as he jacked them off simultaneously, Tweek looking a little put out as he wriggled around on the couch behind them.

Craig continued jacking Kenny off alongside himself, keeping his eyes on the blonde and obviously purposely ignoring Tweek, who finally crawled into their laps and held onto Craig tightly. "Craig, please…"

"Stop being so needy," Craig said dully, shoving Tweek to one side as he leaned in, pressing his mouth to Kenny's and biting at his lip rather roughly. "You're crawling all over me. You wanted Kenny in on this, so I got him in on it. Don't fucking complain."

Tweek blinked, looking a little hurt, and then grabbed Craig's wrist, pulling his hand off of Kenny's cock. He straddled the two men, facing away from Kenny, and slid his hand down, putting it on both the men's dicks and lowering himself down, tears springing to his eyes but managing to not complain about it at all.

Craig arched an eyebrow as Tweek managed to get them both in all the way, pressing his face to his dark-haired lover's neck and making a slight noise of discomfort. "It k-kinda –GAH- hurts, Craig."

"Good," Craig murmured, jerking upwards as Kenny did the same, making Tweek cry out involuntarily, clawing at his boyfriend's back. "Come on, Tweek. Fucking take it. You love this kind of thing."

"W-when you do it… I d-don't think I can take two guys a-all the way… Ah! Kenny!" Tweek flopped forward against Craig, biting at his neck roughly and pushing himself back onto both the other men's cocks. "Mm… I'm s-sorry, I'll do what you guys say, just don't h-hurt me…"

Kenny grinned, biting Tweek's neck and then looking at Craig. "Jesus, he's so fucking submissive, Craig. Has he ever even topped?"

"Twice." Craig flashed a grin, biting Tweek back and then slamming up into him roughly. "Once with me and once with Thomas. I have the video of him and Thom."

Kenny nodded, staring at Craig and wondering how the hell the other man was staying so detached and monotonous while being ridden by a blonde that was obviously willing to do whatever he said. He shifted on the couch, hands finding Tweek's thighs as he helped Craig lift him up, only to slam back into him roughly.

Tweek made a slight noise, arching against Craig and digging his fingernails into the other's back hard enough to draw blood. "C-Craig! O-oh, god!"

Craig slid his hand down to Tweek's cock, starting to jack him off slowly and smirking slightly. "God, Tweek, you wanna cum, don't you?"

"Y-yeah," the blonde murmured, biting at Craig's shoulder roughly. "P-please let me…"

Craig nodded, jerking upwards and then pulling the cockring off of Tweek's hard dick, starting to feel his boyfriend up fervently and Kenny and himself continued plowing his tight ass, the blonde still on the verge of tears. Craig jacked him off at an agonizingly slow pace, thumb brushing over the top of Tweek's cock. The blonde didn't last long before coming, seed spilling over Craig's fingers, and the black-haired man grinned, pressing his stained digits to Tweek's mouth.

Tweek cleaned Craig's fingers off quickly, tongue lapping at his skin before he pulled away, nuzzling against Craig's neck slightly as Kenny came, body shuddering as he filled the other blonde up. Craig grinned against Tweek's hair, licking his own lips as he fucked his boyfriend as hard as he could, movements abrasive and bruising.

Kenny managed to pull out, collapsing back on the couch, and Craig pulled Tweek as close as he could, the slap of skin against skin filling the apartment until Craig finally hit his own climax, a chill going up his spine as he unloaded his sticky cum in his boyfriend. Tweek gasped, slumping against Craig, and the brunette lay there, running his fingers back through his own hair before frowning at Kenny and kicking him on the leg. "Why are you still here?"

"I'm trying to recover from that fucking hot sex."

Craig kicked him again, frowning and holding Tweek against his chest. "You have work or something."

Kenny groaned, rolling off the couch and finding his pants before pulling them on, standing up and grabbing the pizza bag. "You guys should order pizza more often."

"You should shut the fuck up and get out of my house."

Kenny rolled his eyes, getting his clothes on and walking over to the door. "Tweek seemed to like my special sausage enough. He should try it again. Kevin makes a pretty mean one, too."

Craig leaned over, grabbing his beer bottle from earlier and chucking it at Kenny, the blonde going down immediately. Tweek flipped out, jolting out of Craig's lap and running over to Kenny to check on him, Craig simply reaching down to grab his cigarettes and light one up.

He wasn't particularly fond of pizza, but Kenny's was definitely worth ordering again.
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