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Paid in Due	By : boratoki Category: +S through Z > South Park > Slash - Male/Male Views: 4312 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own South Park, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Authors Notes: Written for phantom4muah, because they keep getting me into new pairings XD And as always love and thanks to Rapps for being awesome beta extraordinaire. I've never written South Park before so uh, forgive me any noob mistakes.
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“Hey dude.” An elbow jabbed into his side in greeting and Stan grunted, shifting away from the offending object and lent back against his locker to glare halfheartedly at his team mate. Clyde grinned back unrepentantly in response and Stan huffed softly and then grinned. “So, you looking forward to the party tonight?”
“Yeah man, it'll be nice to just have a chance to unwind you know?” As he spoke he stepped away from his locker, starting the trek towards his next class. Half twisted round to look at Clyde as he talked, he wasn't exactly paying attention to where he was going, but then most people tended to stay out of his way anyway. So it was more then mildly surprised when he slammed into a hard shoulder. Stan cursed sharply, stumbled back a few paces and whipped his head around to glare at the offender. The tallest of the Goth kids (Evan, the small voice in the back of his mind that Stan was steadfastly ignoring supplied) glared back at him.
“Watch where you're going you fucking conformist.” He snapped and Stan froze in response, feeling Clyde stiffen next to him. Brilliant, because he really wanted to have to deal with the resulting bitching from his team-mates all day if he let that one pass. Which really, pretty much made his mind up for him and Stan smiled slightly and then started walking again. Grabbing at Evan's shirt as he passed and shoving him physically out of the way. The Goth slammed hard into the floor and lay there stunned before his eyes narrowed even further. Laughter ringing out around them Stan sneered down as he passed him, Clyde's hand slapping down in amusement on his shoulder.
“Watch yourself.” He tossed over his shoulder casually and then turned back to his conversation with his team-mate as they made their way to class.
He could feel Evan's glare burning into his back the whole way.
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“Hey Marsh, hurry your ass up why don't you! I'm starving here!” The yell echoed through the changing rooms and Stan huffed and lent out of the showers spray far enough to yell back.
“Just head off without me, I'll catch you guys up.”
“Whatever dude, just don't be late!” Just to be on the safe side Stan gave the shower rooms door the finger and then shoved his head back under the stream of water, sighing happily as the heat worked over stiff muscles. Through the muffling water he could hear his team-mates receding voices and then, finally, the slam of the locker room door behind them. He let the hot water pound down on him for a while and then, fairly certain that everyone had left, let a hand slide down the slick flesh of his belly to curl, lazily, around his cock. A soft moan broke from him and his eyes fluttered closed, hips pushing into the loose grip of his fingers, head tilted back against the incessant spray of water. He needed these few private moments to unwind from the stress of practice before he could happily meet up with his team-mates for the evening, and if his wanking thoughts weren't exactly... jock friendly, who was going to be any the wiser.
He lost himself a little in the slow build up of need in his groin, the wet slide of his hand and the sweet images flashing through his head more then enough to have him panting softly. Little needy sounds in the back of his throat broke from him and his hips were shivering from the need to move more. So, when rough hands grabbed his shoulders it took him completely by surprise and before Stan could really register the fact that he wasn't alone he found himself pressed face first into the cool tile of the shower rooms wall, with somebody pressed flush up against him. Shock left him frozen for a moment before with a startled gasp he shoved back against his attacker, attempting to twist round so he could see.
“Oh Raven.” It was whispered so softly Stan could hardly hear it over the still running shower, but that name in that voice had him freezing in his tracks, heart pounding against his ribs. Which left just enough time for his arm to be twisted up behind his back and put a stop to any chances of further serious attempts to struggle. Stan shivered, head dropping forward to press against the cool tile and then whimpered as Evan's free hand curled almost possessively around his hip.
“Dude, what the hell are you doing? Let go!” He tried to wiggle out of the hold and then froze when all he achieved was pressing his hips back against the Goth's own. Cruel laughter echoed against his ear and then teeth bit down against his shoulder, hard enough to make Stan whimper and twist away again. The rough rasp of tongue against the mark had him shivering.
“You know,” Evan's voice was surprisingly soft, a conversational drawl that most certainly wasn't going straight to Stan's still hard cock. “I didn't really have any plan in coming here, I just sort of felt the need to do something. Guess I just always through that, deep down, you weren’t as bad as all the other conformist assholes in this school.”
“I'm not!” Stan gasped, stomach rolling oddly at the almost disappointed tone of the Goth's voice. Evan huffed softly and gave his hip another rough squeeze before stepping back and using the grip he still had on Stan's pinned arm to flip him around. His face was flushed slightly, eyebrows drawn tight together in anger and his white shirt clung to his chest damply. Stan bit back another whimper, gulping softly at the challenging look on the Goth's face and flushed bright red when his cock twitched in response. Evan's reaction was immediate, he shifted closer to Stan, hands braced against the slick tile wall behind them, his customary glower shifting into a almost sinister smirk.
“Prove it.”
Stan gaped at him in response, eyes wide and hands balled into fists at his sides. It wouldn't take much effort to shove Evan away from him, and then... then, then leave, just leave and never, ever think of this again. But the Goth was close enough that Stan could feel his breath against his wet skin and for some reason he didn't want to disappoint him again. Didn't want to back down from the challenge in those dark eyes. He floundered, mouth forming nonsense words he couldn't speak and he blushed harder at how utterly pathetic the whole thing was. Evan's smirk deepened and he slid closer again, hands shifting from the wall to press against Stan's chest, teeth nipping at his ear.
“It's ok Raven, I know what you need.” Under the dual assault of Evan's sure touches and the sound of that name, Stan trembled and then felt something click into place and he relaxed under the Goth's hands, soft sigh on his lips.
“Please...”
He'd barely finished whispering his plea before lips attacked his own, hot and rough and Stan opened his own under them with a shaky sigh, groaning low at the sharp nip of teeth and the hot curl of a tongue around his own he got in response. Without really noticing he was doing it, he curled his fingers into the wet fabric of Evan's shirt, trying to tug the other boy closer still. A hand slid into the slick mess of his hair and he groaned into the kiss, shivering as fingers tugged slightly in response. The utter domination of the kiss made his knees weak, left Stan shivering hard and not only from the cooling water. Evan's free hand slid down to grip his hip again, thumb pressing hard into the crease of his groin. Then with one last sharp nip at Stan's bottom lip he was pulling away, eyes half-lidded and dark, expression utterly serious.
“Raven.” Evan's voice was its usual cool disinterested tone and when Stan simply shivered at the use of that name again, the Goth pinched hard against his hip. “Answer me.”
“Y-yes?” Stan licked at dry lips, eyes slightly too wide and he shivered again as slender fingers soothed over the slight hurt.
“Good boy.” Evan almost purred, grin twisting his lips again. “Raven, you're going to do what I tell you to aren't you?” It wasn't really a question, and Stan hesitated only slightly before nodding and when fingers started to tighten against his hip again, gasped out a quick yes in reply. The possessive look the Goth boy shot him in response had Stan whimpering in utter contentment and completely confused at his own response, his belly churning with a mixture of fear and excitement. Lips pressed against his own again, the kiss softer this time and then Evan was moving fully away from him, untangling Stan's hands from his shirt as he did do.
“Go into the locker room and dry off, you're shivering too much.”
Now that it'd been mentioned Stan was suddenly very much aware of the cool air on his damp skin and, face still brightly flushed he moved past Evan. Since he'd noticed the cold, he was hyper aware of his own nakedness. Especially compared to the Goth's fully (if damp) clothed state. Suddenly shy he padded quickly into the other room and grabbed up his waiting towel, rubbing himself dry quickly before wrapping it tightly around his waist. Almost instantly fingers curled around his wrist and Stan twisted round to stare into Evan's annoyed face. His captured hand was lifted and twisted around behind his back until he was pressed flush up against the other boy. Evan's free hand drifted down across his ribs, and then tugged at the white cloth of his towel, pulling the damp fabric off again. Stan gulped softly and bit at his lip, and then moaned roughly as the Goth's fingers curled about his hardness, blunt nails scraping ever so slightly over the delicate skin. He swore roughly, hips pressing into the too loose touch. With a soft laugh Evan shifted away from him, the hand around his cock pulling away to slide back up his chest and then curl around his neck, squeezing ever so slightly.
“Not yet Raven.” The hand around his neck tightened and then pushed down, forcing Stan to his knees. Fingers worked their way through his still damp hair and he lent into the touch, his now free hands trembling on his thighs, desperate to touch himself. Evan hummed above him, rubbing behind an ear like you would a cat. “Hold them behind your back.” Stan groaned softly at the order, considered briefly ignoring it and then did as he'd been told when the hand in his hair tightened warningly. The sound of soft rustling caught his attention and he looked up to watch the Goth shed his shirt, tossing it off to the side and then with a smirk let Stan look his fill. The best way he could think to describe Evan was sleek, not overly muscled but with the same hint of steely strength he'd witnessed first hand tonight. A fine latticework of thin, pale scars trailed across his hip bones and Stan couldn't resist leaning forward enough to run his tongue over the raised skin. Above him Evan hissed in surprise, and he felt a spark of success at finally getting some sort of reaction out of the other boy.
“If you wanted it that bad you should have just asked.” Any smugness Stan felt over the rough catch to Evan's voice was short lived as his hair was grabbed again and he was urged forward, face pressed against the Goth's still clothed crotch. Not that it was hiding anything, the other boys hardness was more then evident and Stan shivered happily, nuzzling up against it before he really registered what he was doing.
The move apparently took Evan by surprise too, because he cursed darkly, pushing Stan away sharply and attacked the fly of his pants quickly. He shoved them half way down his hips, just far enough to have his erection pop out and Stan had just enough time to get a glimpse of flushed, worryingly large flesh before his head was tugged back and the smell of musk filled his nose. He whimpered slightly, suddenly a lot less confident about this and the hand in his hair turned soothing, coaxing him forward again.
“Open.” Evan gripped the base of his cock, tapping the head against Stan's lips. “Come on, be good Raven.” And really, Stan had to work out what it was about that name that had him shivering and then opened his mouth obediently. With a start he realized the Goth was cut, which, thinking about it sort of made sense and then the hand in his hair was urging him forward as Evan's hips pressed closer and all thoughts left his head at the slow slide of hot flesh over his tongue. His jaw ached with it and his hands shot up to press against Evan's hips when he pushed too deep and Stan gagged weakly.
“Shit, sorry.” The pressure on his hair eased up and the Goth shifted back letting Stan catch his breath. He clung to Evan's hips, panting softly and flushed and the other boy swore softly above him again. Then he was moving away, shuffling back to sit down on the bench behind them and Even grinned at him, cocking a finger at him and then smirking as Stan bit back a moan and shuffled on his knees over to him. He felt... utterly ridiculous yet harder then he'd ever been and he could barely resist the need to touch himself.
Stan settled down in front of Evan, face flushed and steadfastly looking anywhere but at him. The Goth made a soft annoyed sound and then fingers tilted his head up and Evan lent down for a kiss, sloppy and rough from the awkward angle but Stan hummed happily into it anyway, shifting closer again. Then the kiss ended and his head was being urged forward again and he licked his lips nervously before licking at the head of the cock in front of him, groaning at the salty burst of pre-cum over his tongue. Evan hissed in response and that was enough to urge Stan on and he swallowed down the hard flesh again, shivering as the head brushed against the top of his mouth. From this angle he could only fit so much and that made him more confident, curling fingers about the rest of Evan's cock while the other twitched restlessly against his thigh. The hand sliding through his hair was comforting, and when it moved to rub his earlobe Stan hardly registered it, mind focused on the stretch of his lips and the press of hot flesh against his tongue.
“You let it heal over.” The disappointed tone in Evan's voice caught his attention and with a start Stan realized he was stroking over the slight scarring left from the years old healed piercing Evan had given him years before. The Goth made a slightly annoyed noise and then removed his hand, rummaging around in his pocked distractedly and Stan frowned and let his teeth scrape across the flesh in his mouth, finding smug gratification at Evan's startled groan and the hand that suddenly tightened in his hair again. Then he was being pulled away and he blinked up, only slightly dazedly, at the others annoyed face. A thumb rubbed over his swollen lips and then he was being urged forward again only this time so his cheek was pressed into the crease of Evan's hip, head tilted to the side and fingers were rubbing at his scarred ear again.
“Now just stay still Raven.” There was something darkly amused in the Goth's voice. “I've just worked out your punishment.” Stan swallowed nervously, tempted to look up at the flurry of movement above his head, but annoyingly unwilling to break the order. And then at the distinctive sound of Evan's lighter clicking on he felt his stomach tighten, fairly sure he knew what was coming next and more then a little worried at his reaction to this. Then the lighter clicked closed again and the Goth's hand curled firmly around his head, holding him still. The pain didn't come until after the sudden sharp burst of heat against his ear and then it was more of a dull ache as Evan clicked the back of the earring in place. As soon as his grip loosened Stan twisted his head round to bite hard against the other boys thigh, eyes pricking with tears from the admittedly slight pain. Evan cursed sharply and Stan twisted away from him, hand going up to touch the dangling cross, stomach rolling, scowling up at the Goth. Dark eyes glared back at him.
“What the fuck dude!” Stan exploded, eyes narrowing and hands most certainly not shaking. “You can't just-”
“Raven!” Evan lent forward sharply, until his face was level with Stan's and the sound of that name had Stan snapping his mouth closed again. The stupid thing had spent far too much time centered in his wet dreams to make the sound of it in reality again anything but completely shocking. “You said you'd do what you were told.” He sounded annoyed and Stan shook his head roughly.
“Doing what I'm told is not the same as you fucking mauling me without permission!”
“You had more than enough chances to say something. Besides...” Evan shifted off the bench to crouch down in front of him, fingertips trailing down his belly. “It doesn't really look like all of you cares that much.” And with a sickening lurch Stan realized he was still hard as the others fingers wrapped around him teasingly.
“C-christ!” He cursed, hips pressing up into the too soft touch. “That doesn't make it ok damn it!” He could feel his resolve fading though and then Evan's lips attacked his neck, tongue and teeth working against him and Stan groaned softly, head tilting back under the assault.
“Then let me make it up to you Raven.” Whispered sweet and dark against his still throbbing ear and Stan shuddered, resolve breaking and he nodded. “Say it.” Came the reminder.
“Please! Just...” He trailed off, unsure what he was asking but Evan was smiling at him, darkly affectionate.
Hands grabbed under his shoulders and he was twisted round and shuffled forward until his chest was draped over the wooden bench and he flushed bright red when the position registered. Lips and teeth trailed down the length of his spine and then his legs were urged open and he moaned, hand moving to his mouth so he could bite at his knuckles, desperate to dull the sound. Hands squeezed at his ass, a finger pressing briefly against his entrance before it stopped and Even swore darkly behind him. Startled Stan tried to twist round to look but a hand pressed him back down.
“Stay there.” The Goth snapped and then he moved away and Stan could hear him stomping about the room, pulling open lockers and muttering darkly under his breath. Just as he was starting to feel completely stupid lent over the bench like this Evan made a happy noise and then he was striding back to Stan's side. “Found it.”
Stan was about to ask just what 'it' was when the finger returned, slick with something cold to the touch and pressed into him without pause. He yelped at the sudden intrusion, hips jerking forward and away. Evan growled slightly, his free hand grabbing Stan's hip and pulling him back into position. The finger sunk in deeper this time and he whimpered, thighs trembling from it and then Evan's voice was a soft, reassuring murmur and lips pressed against the base of his spine soothingly. After a while the stretch didn't feel so bad as the finger twisted inside of him and the whimper when another joined it was almost a good sound. Before long Stan was panting, hips rocking back into the work of fingers stretching him, cock needy and dripping, and it really wasn't in any way enough.
“P-please, I need...” He broke off with a groan when Evan cocked his fingers inside him, scraping them across his prostate.
“What do you need Raven?” It was infuriating how collected the Goth sounded with his fingers driving Stan insane and he whined desperately in response, hips a fluid rock back against the teasing touch. “You're going to have to say it, you know.” The conversational tone was almost cheerful.
“I-” Another finger slipped into him and Stan broke off with a soft wail. He felt close to tears with his arms trapped under him, heart pounding in his chest and his breath coming in stuttering gasps that had a distant part of his brain mildly worried about having another asthma attack. With a desperate whimper he collected himself and twisted around enough to glare hotly at his tormentor. “Just fuck me already!”
There was a pause, as Evan's fingers stilled inside of him, then with a low growl the Goth boy slid his fingers out suddenly, his cock pressing roughly into him, the stretch and burn of it much bigger than before and Stan slumped back onto the bench with a soft wail. Hands grabbed his hips tight, pulling him back as Evan pressed closer and the slow push of the cock stretching him was maddeningly good. By the time the other boys hips were pressed up flush against his ass Stan was shaking with it, soft whimpering sounds breaking from his lips and Evan was cursing softly himself, lips pressing briefly against his shoulder blades.
“Fuck Raven, you feel so good.” Stan growled in response, that name undoing him and he shoved back needfully.
“Fucking move already!” His voice sounded rough to his own ears and Evan groaned in response, teeth latching onto the soft flesh of his shoulder. He shoved Stan forward again, so he was pressed back against the bench and then thrust hard into him. The pace was almost brutal, and exactly what they both needed and Stan could hardly breath through it, head swimming and his cock so hard it hurt. Evan was nipping at his back again, the sharp pain a lovely counter point and then a hand slid from its bruising grip on his hip to wrap around his weeping hardness and squeeze.
If he had the energy Stan might have been embarrassed that it only took the once before he was trembling, back arching as he came hard enough to see black. As it was, all he could to was wail with the power of it, teeth drawing blood on his bottom lip, eyes pricking with tears. When it was over he slumped boneless over the hard bench, groaning softly as Evan continued to thrust into him, hips shivering and rhythm-less by this point. His breath stuttered against Stan's back and then the hands gripping his hips tightened further and the Goth's hips slammed forward sharply, pressing up hard against him and Stan howled softly at the hot wetness filling him. Evan groaned in response and then collapsed heavily against his back. He lay there, gasping for his breath, hands rubbing mindlessly against Stan's sides for a while, and the other boy was suddenly insanely glad he was bigger then the Goth.
When Evan eventually pulled out of him, it was to a mostly pained groan and then Stan was pulled up to lean back against the Goth's chest, neck instantly attacked by nipping kisses. He was starting to think Evan had a serious oral fixation, and christ he was going to have one hell of a time explaining the obvious bite marks away. Head still fuzzy from his recent orgasm he twisted around enough to catch the other boys lips up in a soft kiss, relishing the oddly sweet affection.
Eventually the Goth pulled away from the kiss, shuffling up to his feet and pulling Stan up with him. He stood with a groan, ass already aching and fuck, he so could not go to the party with bite marks and walking funny. Evan must have worked out what the face was for because that dark smirk was back and Stan glared in response. Then froze, and blushed hotly as something he really wasn't going to think about dripped down the inside of his thigh. The Goth laughed darkly, and gave his hips a quick squeeze before shoving him forwards.
“You need another shower Raven.” And Stan shuddered again at the name and then shot a glare at the amused boy and stomped/shuffled to the shower room. Apparently Evan hadn't remembered to turn it off earlier and he slipped under the welcoming spray eagerly, biting back a startled sound when the Goth pressed up against him.
“There’s more than enough showers for both of us you know.” He grumbled, trying to twist tiredly out of the embrace.
“Oh, but this is so much more fun Raven.” Evan huffed softly against his neck, reaching down between them to slide a finger into him again. Stan cursed, and shivered.
“Fuck stop, it hurts.” He whined softly and the Goth hummed and slipped the finger back out, moving instead to rub almost affectionately at his belly.
They finished the shower quickly, Stan close to collapsing through most of it. His legs felt useless and he was utterly drained. Which was the only reason he let Evan dry him off, though he snarled at the offer to help him get dressed, glaring at the other boy hotly as he pulled on his clothes. The Goth just snorted in response, pulling on his own still damp clothes with a faint grimace of displeasure. Then they were both dressed and Stan stood dumbly by the locker room door, utterly at a loss for what to do now. Out of the corner of his eye he caught Evan lighting up a cigarette and then the other boy was next to him and a soft kiss pressed against his lips.
“Go home.” He almost didn't fight the order but then shook his head sharply.
“I'm meant to be meeting people at-” He stuttered to a stop when fingers gripped his upper arm harshly and Evan was glaring darkly at him again.
“I said go home Raven.” And there didn't really seem to be much he could say against that, and honestly, he really was exhausted so he nodded bitterly. Evan stared at him for a moment and then turned to push the locker room door open and then stopped, turning around and grabbing hold of Stan's shirt to drag him forward. “Oh, and Raven?” A finger reached up to flick at the tender earring and Stan hissed slightly. “You damn well better be wearing this tomorrow.”
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