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Porcelain	By : barrsa Category: +S through Z > South Park > Slash - Male/Male Views: 5589 -:- 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-Them
- 2-Just a Trim
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Author's Note: This is going to be a fairly dark story, containing some pretty heavy material in later chapters. I don't have the chapters prewritten or anything, so the direction of this story might change somewhat as it progresses. I'm not very happy with this first chapter, but I always have a hard time starting a story, so things shouldn't be as choppy in future chapters.

- Indie

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Craig was hiding something. Tweek could tell, he could always tell. It had become Tweek’s top priority to know what was going on in Craig’s head, and when he was hiding something, Tweek knew he was in trouble. Craig angrier than usual, snapping at nothing. That meant there was something on this mind. This put Tweek on edge… more than he usually was, at least. The more freaked out Tweek was, the angrier it made Craig. The angrier Craig was… the cycle continued.

Tweek tried to hide in his room most of the time when Craig was home. He’d made it through the week with only getting slapped once, and he thought that was pretty damn good. When he was away, Tweek cleaned obsessively, trying to make everything perfect for Craig’s arrival. Craig wasn’t happy that Tweek wasn’t able to hold down a job for more than a couple of days, so the least Tweek could do was keep the place nice.

They lived together in a modest two-bedroom duplex, currently with no other tenants. Tweek needed his own bedroom, because he rarely slept and would otherwise just keep Craig awake all night. They were still stuck in South Park, and Tweek just graduated from high school earlier that year. He had failed a few classes due to his panic attacks. Craig worked at a hardware store and hated it with a passion. Tweek did what little he could to afford his many medications, but he couldn’t even pay his share of the rent. He felt lucky that Craig was there to take care of him. He felt terrible when he upset Craig. All Craig asked in return is that he keep the place nice and try not to spaz out so much… and Tweek could barely do that for him.

Since Tweek had no job and wasn’t going to school anymore, it was hard to find things to keep himself busy. Sometimes he still saw Token and Clyde, and that was good. Craig, however, didn’t think it was so good. After some unpleasantness involving Clyde, Craig deemed that Tweek wasn’t allowed to hang out with anyone without him around. Tweek didn’t see why it was necessary, but he didn’t argue; Craig was always the jealous type. So what did Tweek do when there was nothing left to clean? He smoked. Like a chimney. Craig had suggested it, at first, as something that might help calm Tweek’s nerves. Now Tweek was addicted to coffee and cigarettes… not to mention several kinds of medication.

Around six o’clock, Tweek made sure that dinner was ready then retreated to his room. Craig was used to eating without Tweek; that’s because Tweek didn’t eat when he could help it. With all of the media coverage on tainted vegetables, E. coli and such, Tweek was paranoid of eating most types of food. He even tried to stop drinking coffee once… that only lasted about half a day. Craig made sure he ate enough to stay healthy, but Tweek’s paranoia won out more often than not.

Tweek curled up on his bed and waited for the familiar sounds of Craig coming home. He picked up a book at stared blankly at the pages, not reading it. He could only read it when he set the book down on something solid, because his hands shook too badly when he held it up. Within ten minutes, he heard Craig open the door, and stomp the snow off his shoes. He could hear the rustle of clothing as Craig removed his coat, and the frustrated sigh that meant Craig wasn’t happy. Tweek twitched a little, as he considered what to do. Craig was probably pissed that Tweek didn’t greet him. But would he just make it worse if he went out? He knew he should.

Timidly, he approached the tiny kitchen area where Craig was. Craig raised his eyes from his food when Tweek came into the room. Tweek swallowed. Craig did not look happy. Tweek forced a smile anyway.

“Hey, how was your day?” Tweek’s voice cracked, and he cleared his throat.

“Shitty, as usual,” Craig grumbled. He wasn’t eating so much as he was pushing his food around his plate. Tweek frowned, and wandered closer to the table.

“I..I could make you something else, if you want.”

Craig looked up at him, displeasure clearly displayed in his features. Tweek took a step back and let out a small ‘eek!’ noise.

Craig slammed his fist down on the table, causing Tweek to shriek again. “Dammit Tweek! It’s fine, alright? Can you maybe stop acting so fucking afraid of me?” he grinded out.

“I-I’m sorry!” Tweek backed to the doorway.

Craig shook his head angrily. “No Tweek, get over here and sit the fuck down.”

Tweek quickly moved to the seat across from Craig and sat down. Tweek focused on his hands fidgeting in his lap.

“Good,” Craig said, his tone saying, ‘Was that so hard?’. “Now, how was you day?”

Tweek’s response was somewhere between a shrug and a twitch.

Craig grinded his teeth. “How was your day, Tweek?” he asked dangerously.

“Fine! It was fine! Good!” Tweek looked up, eyes wide and full of panic.

“Don’t start, Tweek,” Craig said, shaking his head.

Tweek stared helplessly. It seemed that everything he did made Craig furious. He wrapped his arms around his thin frame and focused on a wall. They sat in silence for a few minutes. Tweek looked back at Craig sadly.

“Craig, are you okay? You seem… tense lately.”

Craig snapped. He slammed his utensils down on the table, and stood up sending his chair falling backward. He closed in on Tweek angrily.

“I’m tense?! I’m fucking tense?!” He shouted inches from Tweek, who was cowering and wrapped his arms over his head in defence. “No, you fucking look at me!” Craig grabbed Tweek by the chin and forced his face to meet Craig’s. Tweek’s eyes were full of tears.

“You have no fucking right to comment on my mood, Tweek. Do you hear me?!” he put his hands on Tweek’s shoulders and shook him. “No fucking right!”

“Ahh! Craig! I’m sorry!” Tweek cried.

Craig let go of Tweek and crouched down in from of him. “You know what my problem is.” Craig was using his ‘you’re acting like a child’ tone.

Tweek hugged himself tightly and looked away. “Me.”

Craig put a hand on his leg and squeezed painfully. “No, Tweek. It’s the way you act.”

“I’m trying Craig. I’m going to the doctor. I’m taking all my pills,” Tweek whispered. Craig huffed, but was momentarily quiet.

“It’s hard to deal with you sometimes, Tweekers,” he said softly.

Tweek nodded. “I know. I’m so… sorry,” Tweek burst into tears. He slid off of his chair onto his knees and wrapped his arms tightly around Craig, and buried his face in Craig’s shirt. Craig sighed and hugged the thin blond back. He began to rock back and forth, and rub Tweek’s back.

“It’s okay Tweek. I shouldn’t have yelled. It’s okay,” he cooed softly. Craig brushed his lips gently over Tweek’s, then kissed him lovingly. Tweek broke off the kiss and looked away.

“I think I need a smoke…” he said quietly. Craig nodded, and stood, extending a hand to help Tweek up. Tweek shuffled out of the room to go find his smokes while Craig threw out the rest of his meal and left the dishes beside the sink.

Tweek could feel the panic clawing at his chest, making a frantic bid for freedom. He balled his hands into fists and dug his finger nails into the palms of his hands, and tried to focus on the pain. His vision narrowed and wavered as he walked down the hall. He went into the bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet behind the mirror, avoiding his own reflection. He sorted through the many orange pill bottles until he found his sedatives.

“Oh Jesus,” he whispered as he fought with the child-proof lid. He plopped down onto the floor cross-legged and tried to steady his hands. He pressed down on the bottle with the palm of his hand and twisted, finally opening the little bottle. He shook out three of the tiny blue pills and popped them into his mouth. He stayed on the floor until he could feel the drugs taking hold. His limbs began to feel heavy and it was hard to keep focused.

He still jumped when he heard Craig’s voice from the kitchen, “Tweek, you alright?”

“Yeah!” he called back. He stood up, still trembling. He grabbed his cigarettes from his room before returning to the kitchen.

Craig was in the middle of mixing himself a drink; rum and coke. He glanced over at the skinny blond. “Uh, so, Clyde’s coming over tomorrow night,” he seemed oddly awkward.

Tweek began digging through the kitchen drawers looking for a lighter, and nodded at Craig. “Just him?”

“Yeah… you know, for a few drinks and stuff.” He took a few gulps of his drink, then pulled a lighter from his pocket and tossed it at Tweek, who ducked instead of trying to catch it.

“Gah!” he squeaked. “Oh, thanks.” He picked up the lighter and lit his cigarette.

Craig downed his drink, and walked over to Tweek. He put his hands on Tweek’s hips and pulled them together. “Let’s fuck,” he said plainly.

Tweek blinked. “Uh…”

Craig snatched the cigarette from his hands and put it out in an ashtray.

“I just took some sedatives, I’m not sure if I’m up for it,” Tweek mumbled.

Craig snorted. “Good, maybe you won’t squeal like a girl then. Stop your fucking excuses.” He grabbed Tweek’s hand and dragged him off to his room.

Having sex while drugged up was not one of Tweek’s favourite thing to do. He couldn’t think straight, only writhe and moan as Craig touched and kissed him. The room was dark, lit only by the lights on the display of Craig’s stereo. The light shifted and changed as a violent rock anthem played loudly. Craig was growling insults and obscenities as their naked bodies met. He always loved “talking dirty”, although Tweek was never a fan. Craig forced Tweek onto his stomach and rubbed his cock into the cleft of Tweek’s ass.

“Ah! Craig!” Tweek looked over his shoulder worriedly.

“What is it cunt? You want me to use lube?” Craig positioned himself threateningly at Tweek’s entrance.

“Jesus! Please!” Tweek cried, balling his fist into the sheets. Craig pulled away and slapped Tweek’s ass hard, making him yelp in pain. Craig dug a bottle of lube from under a pile of clothes beside his bed, and applied it liberally to his stiff member. He then coated his fingers with the oily liquid and roughly pushed two of his digits into Tweek.

“Ah!” Tweek cried and tried to arch away from the invading digits. Craig chuckled darkly.

“Get ready bitch,” he muttered. He lowered himself on top of the trembling blond, and pushed his cock in to the hilt. Tweek cried out again, tears running down his face.

“Oh Christ! Craig, Jesus! Not so rough!” he pleaded.

Craig ignored his pleas and began thrusting in a hard, fast rhythm. Soon Tweek’s cries of pain turned to cries of pleasure as he met Craig’s thrusts and ground his own straining cock into the mattress. Craig grabbed his hips painfully and jerked him up onto knees, and continued his violent pace. When Tweek came he screamed his release into the pillow, and Craig came a few minutes later with a grunt. Craig flopped down next to Tweek and pulled him into his arms; he was crying quietly.

“Do you have to cry every time?” Craig asked, sounding almost guilty. The words were like a slap to the face. Tweek wanted to snap at Craig, do they have to have such violent sex every time? Do they always have to listen to scary music and have the lights off every time? Does Craig always have to call him names, every time? But he didn’t. He just buried his face in Craig’s chest and continued crying.

“I think I’m just going to have a shower and chill out for awhile, okay? It’s been a long day.” Craig’s voice was muffled as he nuzzled into Tweek’s mess of blond hair. Tweek nodded in response. Tweek always got worked up when Craig was rough. It wasn't about the pain, which was dwarfed in comparison to the pleasure, it was Craig's violent actions towards him. He waited until he heard the water running from the washroom to get up and dressed again. He snagged one of Craig’s sweater’s and wrapped it around himself before going out to the living room. He never noticed how cold he always was until after he felt Craig’s warmth.

He sat in front of the window facing out into the street, wincing as his sore ass met the hard chair. He didn’t bother turning any of the lights on, it would only make it harder to see into the night… and easier for them to see in. Tweek had to watch to keep his home safe; to keep Craig safe. He knew there were bad people out there, waiting for their opportunity to strike.

People were watching. Craig wouldn’t believe him, so he kept it to himself. The people across the street left in the middle of the night every Wednesday. Tweek had figured out that they were probably in some sort of cult. He felt sorry for the little children that he saw walking from their house to school in the morning. Then again, they were probably already in on it.

Then there was the man with the dogs down the street. Tweek had never seen this man, he had only heard Craig bitching about the “sonovabitch’s fucking dogs” barking all night. Sometimes Tweek could hear the dogs screaming in the early morning before anyone else was awake. Maybe he took in strays and slaughtered them. Tweek hated animals, but he felt more than a little disgust at the thought.

Tweek shuddered as his vivid imagination played out the scene of a dog being skinned alive. He almost didn’t noticed when somebody walked into his line of sight on the opposite side of the street. He twitched and leaned closer to the window, trying to make out the dark form. The figure stopped in front of the house directly across the street, and lit a cigarette.

Tweek felt his panic ignite. He could tell from the brief flicker of flame from a lighter that the man was facing him. Surely he couldn’t see him in the pitch black room?

“G’night Tweek, don’t sit there all night,” Craig said from the doorway, wearing nothing but a towel.

Tweek shrieked and nearly fell off his chair. He clutched his chest as he turned to Craig, wide eyed. “You scared me,” he whispered. Craig just gave him a tired grin, and turned to leave.

“Wait!” Tweek called, sounding more frantic then he meant to. “I mean… I think there’s someone outside.” Craig frowned slightly, and wandered over to stand beside Tweek.

“There’s no one out there,” Craig said plainly, squinting out into the darkness.

Tweek turned to the window again. The man was gone. “Oh.” Now Craig would think he was seeing things. “I-I thought I saw someone.”

“Must’a just been someone out on a walk or something.” Craig rubbed Tweek’s head. “Don’t get too worked up over it,” he added softly. Tweek blushed and looked at the floor as Craig left the room. However, thanks to the sedatives, it didn’t take Tweek long to fall asleep in his chair.
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