I have written this chapter over too many times…this was the third try. It is short because it has to be, there's not really any way I can make it longer. At first I wrote a different version of the chapter, but everything just happened too fast, so I rewrote it.

Also as a warning, I am going to be moving this story to M because there will a rape scene.

Chapter 3

The room was silent except for the heavy, piggish pants of Cartman, and the small, frantic breaths of Kyle.

In the darkness of the room, the pervading silence was broken as Kyle spoke. "What the fuck Cartman?" he whispered harshly.

"Shut up Kahl." The gun was pressed closer to Kyle's head. Kyle swallowed and stayed silent. Even though he'd been threatened by Cartman more times in his life than he ever would be by anyone else, he had long ago figured out that Cartman always did the unexpected. Taking chances when Cartman had a gun could lead to any possible consequences.

Cartman spoke. "Kahl, I want you to get out of bed. There's a ladder outside the window. Climb down it and I'll be right behind you. …Don't make any wrong moves."

Kyle pulled off the covers slowly. Should he yell for his mom, his dad, Ike? Ike had grown pretty strong in the last few years; he could definitely take Cartman. But then, Cartman had the gun.

Eric stood to the side of the bed, allowing Kyle to get up. The window lied open in wait. Through the open glass, light from the moon and stars illuminated Kyle's figure, and Cartman watched with arousal as Kyle's curvy form struggled to get out the window. Kyle climbed down the ladder shakily, wanting more than anything to apologize to Stan, wishing Stan were here.

Cartman was climbing down above him. Kyle reached the lawn, but stayed where he was. If he ran away in fear, the embarrassment would be too much. Kyle Broflovski, afraid of Eric Cartman, wouldn't have worked. So he stood on the lawn, tired and thrown off, and curious as to what Cartman wanted.

Eric followed Kyle down the ladder. As he took the wooden steps down to the lawn the gun waivered in his hand, but he had Kyle in his sight and knew that if Kyle tried to run, he would be there to catch him.

Eventually Eric managed to get his bulky body all the way down, huffing and puffing with the effort. Kyle was waiting on the grass like a good little dog. The darkness was casting shadows on his face as the moon was casting washes of white light on the grass.

He looked Kyle up and down. "The car's parked over there Kahl. Keep going."

Kyle turned on his heel walked towards the car warily. At times like this his anger and frustration with Cartman would build up, making it almost impossible to contain. Sooner or later he knew he would lash out at Cartman, which worried him because Cartman could hurt him.

Eric drooled as he watched Kyle's hips sway naturally. The movement was pronounced in the darkness. Kyle had always had large hips and small shoulders; it was just the way he was built. Even after puberty it hadn't gone away. Cartman followed him, fumbling with the car keys for a minute. 'God dammit,' Kyle heard Cartman mumble under his breath, before getting frustrated and kicking the car door. It swung open and Cartman forced Kyle in.

They began their journey on the open road.

Every once in awhile, Cartman would use the yellow light of the car to look over and check Kyle out. He wanted to touch him – badly. For most of his life he had thought about being alone with Kyle, just the two of them and a life of their own adventures. And now, finally, he was going to have a world with Kyle and there would be no one else – no Stan Marshes, no Kennys, no parents, no teachers, no law to mess it up for them. It would be Eric and Kyle. And there was nothing anyone could do about it.

Out here on the outskirts of South Park there was nothing but open land. And that was exactly what they needed. This way Cartman could play with his Jew all by himself, all he wanted. No one would be around to hear or see anything, and there was no way the stupid little Jew could escape because he'd have nowhere to go. He'd be trapped…hopefully underneath me, though Carmtan. In the glass of the front window, Eric could see Kyle's reflection. He was curled up as far away from Eric as possible, staring out the window into the black night.

Kyle continued to stare out the glass pane, not really thinking of anything. Stan's face idly came to mind but he let it go. He had tried to keep track of where they were going so he would know how to get back to South Park, but had lost track after the first half hour or so. He was tired and the car was cold; even with the heater on the car was cold, and he found himself shivering. Kyle knew Cartman stared at him every once in awhile and it made him uncomfortable, but he didn't say anything.

There were lights, and there was darkness. Everything was blending together in a haze. Why is it so dark… It's so late… Am I driving? The car clock had the numbers flashed 4:26 in neon green over and over again, and Eric suddenly realized he was very tired. He looked for a place to stop. There had to be some kind of pathway they could take off the road. Eventually Eric found what looked like an opening. He pulled the car to the right and drove until he came to a spot that seemed fairly well hidden by the tall grass. So tired… He turned off the engine and lay back, closing his eyes.

Kyle looked over at Eric, who was falling asleep. He had had enough of this. No way was Cartman going peacefully to sleep without telling Kyle why the fuck he had dragged him out here.

"Cartman, what the fuck is this all about?"

Eric jolted up and looked over at Kyle. Suddenly the pupils of Cartman's eyes dilated, and he felt slightly more awake.

"Kahl…it's finally just us…" With the back of his hand he touched Kyle's cheek and trailed it to his shoulder.

Kyle shied away from Cartman's hand and gave him a look of surprise. "What the fuck Cartman? Are you on something?"

"Kahl, you're cold," said Cartman as he noticed that Kyle was shivering. He sat up. With each passing moment arousal was taking away his fatigue. He reached into the back seat, fumbling through the bags.

Kyle just stared at him in disbelief.

Cartman pulled out a blanket. "Here Kahl," A fuzzy blanket was wrapped around Kyle's shoulders, and the ends were put in Kyle's hands.

Kyle stared at the blanket, looking back at Cartman guardedly. "Cartman, what kind of game is this?"

Cartman reached for Kyle, but Kyle backed away, eluding him. "No game Kahl, but we need to go to sleep." Cartman reached for Kyle again, and this time succeeded in capturing him. Kyle was pulled toward Cartman and into his lap. He struggled and pushed at Cartman.

"What the ? Carmtan- This is sick- You bastard!" Cartman held onto Kyle tightly, but his grip seemed to loosen a little as he fell asleep. Cartman succeeded in prying Cartman's arm off him. But then he felt regretful because for the first time Cartman felt like a friend. Of course it was only because he was sleeping. But none the less Kyle was tired, and for once he wanted to pretend that Cartman was a friend. So he nestled against Eric's chest, and fell asleep.