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Graveyard	By : xxXKSquaredXxx Category: +S through Z > South Park > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2399 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Graveyard
- 1
“Tch. Stupid little faggot doesn’t know what’s coming to him. Fucking conformist.” Dylan took a drag off his cigarette, running his tongue over his teeth before leaning against the side of the mausoleum. He ran a hand through his artificially red hair and shot his companion an appreciative glance out of the corner of his eye. He couldn’t deny the lust he had for the other teenager; it definitely wasn’t love, because love was stupid and conformist and Dylan definitely wasn’t a conformist. Ethan had grown up, though, and turned into some non-conformist sex bomb, and while Dylan wasn’t exactly ugly, he still had the scars of bad acne and couldn’t measure up to the sleek, curly haired boy at his side.

Ethan offered him a look and spoke, his voice barely carrying through the quiet air of the cemetery. “What did you tell the bitch?”

Dylan smirked vaguely and looked at Ethan, cocking an eyebrow. “That if he met us out here we’d join his faggy little vampire club.”

Ethan smirked in return and put a hand on the back of Dylan’s neck, pulling him over and kissing him hard on the lips, biting at his tongue harshly. They pulled away from one another and Red arched an eyebrow again, looking over his partner and running his tongue over his own pierced lips. “You got it?”

Ethan nodded, bending over and hooking a hand in the strap of his duffel bag, lifting it easily. He unzipped the bag and pulling out the piercing gun loaded with studs. Dylan took it from him and looked it over before nodding. “It’s nice.”

A cocky voice came from the other side of the graveyard and both the Goth boys looked over. “So you finally decided to join, per se? Fantastic.” Mike walked towards the two men near the mausoleum, his green-tipped hair pulled back into a ponytail at the nape of his neck. He came straight up to Dylan and looked at him, smirking. “I knew you would.”

Dylan rolled his eyes and pulled his cigarette from his mouth, glancing at Ethan before driving the end of the cigarette into Mike’s neck, leaving a burn as he extinguished it against the boy’s skin. Mike’s eyes widened and he stumbled back, tripping over a gravestone and ending up flat on his back. The Goth boys were on him in a second, Dylan straddling the ‘vampire’s’ waist as Ethan crouched near Mike’s head, his cigarette caught between his lips.

Dylan looked up and plucked Ethan’s cigarette from his lips, earning a look of irritation before Ethan grabbed Mike’s arms, wrenching them up over his head. Dylan leaned down, mere inches from the other man’s face before murmuring, “We aren’t going to join your faggy little club.”

Mike opened his mouth to respond and then Dylan extinguished Ethan’s cigarette on his neck, right beside the burn he had just given him. Mike’s words turned to a scream and he arched off the ground, his green eyes widening even more. Dylan smirked and flicked the cigarette to one side, looking at Ethan. “I think that we should bury him. There’s an open grave over there.”

Mike shook his head, struggling around feebly and looking up at him. “Please don’t kill me… don’t kill me… please, please, don’t…”

“Tch. You’re such a fucking pussy. Here. If you want us to not cut up your body and feed you to maggots, then you will do every single thing me and Ethan tell you.”

Mike nodded, tears streaking down his face, and Dylan removed a knife from his pocket, slicing open Mike’s shirt and tearing it off as Ethan held down his arms. The redhead ran his fingers over the piercing gun and looked at Mike, arching an eyebrow. “Stick your tongue out.”

Mike shook his head and Dylan smacked him across the face, never losing his composure. “I said stick your fucking tongue out. You want to die?”

Ethan piped up, speaking dryly. “He probably does, the fucking faggot.”

Mike shook his head and, carefully, protruded his tongue, watching Dylan nervously. Dylan grabbed the end of his tongue, held up the piercing gun maliciously, loaded it, and placed it on Mike’s tongue. The green-haired teen stared at him and his fear was obvious, though it quickly turned to pain when Dylan clicked the gun. Blood blossomed up out of Mike’s tongue and he screamed, turned his head to the side and choking on his blood as he spat it out, attempting to ignore the pain from his new piercing.

Ethan smirked and held him down further, looking at Dylan. “Where next?”

Dylan licked his lips, watching the steadily paling vampire boy stuck beneath him. Mike made a small noise and bucked his hips weakly, trying to keep his mouth closed but unable to because of the amount of blood in his mouth. Dylan had obviously hit a vein or something and Mike was bleeding out on the ground. The Goth boy pressed the piercing gun to one of Mike’s nipples and spoke, his voice low. “Are we fucking him?”

Ethan shrugged, watching with little emotion as Dylan pierced Mike’s right nipple and made the other man scream again. “You want to?”

Dylan arched an eyebrow, looking at the boy, and then nodded. “He’s a fucking virgin.” Dylan stopped straddling him and moved off, tearing Mike’s pants off and tossing them to the side. He ran his knife down the other’s stomach, digging in and leaving a thin scratch down his torso. He pulled off the other’s briefs and placed them with the other’s jeans, flipping him over and letting Ethan hold him down as he probed at Mike’s ass.

Mike whimpered and pleaded, scrabbling at the ground with his fingers before Ethan twisted his arms, shoving them back so they were behind the vampire’s back. Dylan rolled his eyes and slid a finger in without much ado, Ethan lighting up a cigarette and watching. Dylan offered him a smirk and jammed another finger in, starting to scissor and not really caring how Mike felt. He forced the boy’s knees up so his face was on the ground and his ass was sticking straight up, pulling his fingers out and spreading his ass apart. He spat in the other’s entrance and moved his fingers a few more times before pushing his own pants off.

He palmed his own dick for a few moments, getting entirely hard and then plunging into Mike with no warning. The teenager screamed, arching upwards as Dylan slammed into him, and Ethan smirked, extinguishing his cigarette on Mike’s exposed back and making the other boy begin sobbing. Dylan continued moving before he locked his eyes on Ethan and growled, “Get around back and fuck me.”

Ethan looked at the other and then obliged, unzipping his fly and pushing down his skinny jeans, dropping them on the ground and making his way around the other man, slicking his fingers with saliva and sliding two of them in. This was common enough practice between the two of them; there was dick all to do in this fucking town other than play hide the cock, and besides, homosexuality was totally non-conformist.

Dylan moaned, looking over his shoulder at the man currently fingering his ass. “Ethan, just hurry the fuck up. We don’t have all… nnn…. night.”

Ethan twisted his fingers a little, flicking the tip of his finger over Dylan’s prostate and making him arch. Ethan pulled them out before spitting in his hand and rubbing it over his dick before mounting the other man and slipping in. Dylan slammed his hand down onto Mike’s back, keeping him pinned down on the ground as he increased his movements, rolling back onto Ethan as they found a rhythm and kept it.

Ethan put his hands on the artificial redhead’s hips, thrusting into him and listening to Mike sob and cry beneath him, writhing around roughly. He spoke, his lips at Dylan’s ear. “Fucking little cunt… what’re we gonna do with him?”

Dylan turned his head to the side, kissing Ethan on the lips hard before managing to get out, “There’s that open grave we passed on the way in. We just dump the fag in there and leave him. If no one finds him, too bad.”

Ethan ran his tongue over Dylan’s lower lip, smirking against the other’s mouth as he continued to move, keeping up the rhythm. After a moment Dylan realized that Mike was bleeding and that was providing the little lubrication he had for his movements. He smirked, getting even more turned on by the damage they were doing.

They stayed in the odd embrace for a while more, Mike limp and sobbing beneath the two fucking Goth boys as they kept up their rhythm. Dylan finished first, spilling into Mike with a low hum in the back of his throat and dropping on top of Mike, Ethan continuing to ride him. They were both sweating by this point and Ethan only lasted a few minutes longer before finishing, spurting into the boy beneath him and then pulling out, reaching for his duffel bag and grabbing some tissues. He handed them to Dylan, who pulled out of Mike and cleaned himself up before nudging the broken and bleeding vampire boy on the ground. “You still fucking awake, faggot?”

Mike made a soft whining noise and turned pained green eyes on the two boys near him. Dylan made a noise of disgust and stood, fixing his pants before scooping up the piercing gun and tossing it to Ethan, who bagged it quickly and then looked at the wibbling kid on the ground. Ethan and Dylan looked at each other for a few moments and then grabbed him, lifting him easily and carrying him over to the open grave, tossing him in. Mike screamed, now six feet down, bleeding and sobbing, and the two boys looked down at him before Ethan smirked. “Better get screaming, fag, or no one’s gonna find you.”

Ethan walked back over, grabbed his duffel bag, and then went and took Dylan’s hand. The redhead arched an eyebrow and Ethan smirked. “No one’s around. Come on, let’s go.”

Dylan looked away, starting to walk towards the cemetery entrance. “How freaking conformist of you.”

He didn’t seem to mind, though, and they left the graveyard together, Mike’s screams echoing behind them.
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