Title: Come Together

Author: Mrpointyhorns aka Be-Mery

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Rating: R

Status: Work in Progress

Part: 1/7

Pairings: Slash

Warnings: Slash, sexually scenes, torture

Spoilers: None.

Summary: Mayor of New York, Eric Cartman is running for senate, but someone will do anything it will take to stop him from coming into power. Can Kyle, Kenny, and Stan help Cartman survive his campaign?

Beta: None.

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by Matt and Trey. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

A Day in the Life

The skyscrapers blocked out any hope of direct sunlight. It brought an almost cool breezy to the heat that radiated from the sidewalk and streets.

People walked in clumps from one crosswalk to the next. Natives walked at the front of the pack, and visitors coming along at the rear. Cars bustled forward in much the same way as the people, it was not rush hour but the streets were always crammed.

A cab pulled to a stop at the Northwest corner letting out its traveler quickly. Then it sped away to find another passenger. The man stood unmoved at the front of a high-rise, not the biggest but the design stood out. It was trimmed in gold spray and the doorway arched as high as it could possibly go.

The man stepped to the side to avoid the mass of people pushing passed. He leaned against the side of the building in dark denim jeans and a calm orange shirt. It was casual but no where near the business like attire on most of the people walking around.

He pulled out a cigarette placing it between his lips he cupped the end before lighting up. Blond locks fell onto his forehead and into his eyes. He closed them and kept his head down. He smoked to keep his anxiety away. He needed the courage before going inside. He knew that inside only held more organized chaos. He did not want to deal with that just yet. He was only hoping to catch a few words with his friend, but he knew that could take a long time.

He was done with his temp-job at the construction site of a new real estate development outside of the city. It meant that he had the time off before he went to Jobco, the agency that he always went to for his day labor jobs. Deciding to take some time off before heading back to the agency was easy, getting into see his friend at the office, was worse then pulling teeth without any novocain. It was the only way for him to get a hold of his friend. If he wanted to spend time with him, then he would have to brave the building eventually. And spending time with him was worth any agony that he would have to go through in order to be reunited with him.

"Kenny?"

The blond man's head snapped up and his eyes opened. Standing in front of him was a big man wearing a crisp black business suit, with a red shirt underneath; red symbolizing power. He had his brown hair combed over and his hands were nicely but discreetly manicured. This was the guy that Kenny had come to see. Standing next to him were two guards, a secretary and a page boy all four eager to tend to him.

"Cartman." Kenny smiled slyly. He put his cigarette out on the side of the building. He stood straight up and moved over to his childhood friend.

Eric shifted slightly to make room for Kenny amongst his people. "Did someone throw you out?"

"Nope, I just got here. I figured I'd relax a bit before trying to meet with the Mayor of New York City," He explained to his friend.

"Well, I'm not Mayor right now. Now I'm heading over to my campaign office to become the guy-running-for-senator." Cartman ushered Kenny into the limo that pulled up in front of the building. He raised a hand to stop his staff before they could join him. "I'll see you there."

"But Mayor Cartman…"

He shook his head before getting into the limo and shutting the door. Kenny was already playing with the buttons on the car's radio. He was trying to find a good station or at least a good song to listen to. Cartman's larger hands covered his own after a few minutes. He pulled Kenny back until he was once again up against the holster of the seat. He kept Kenny's hands in his squeezing them gently. "Don't."

"Sorry, I just haven't seen you in a while and now here you are. And I can just barely resist touching you," Kenny explained softly. His voice was nearly muffled by how quietly he spoke, but Cartman understood him.

"You are touching me." Cartman squeezed Kenny's hand three times. It was a secret gesture that spelled out I-love-you with each extra pressure from his hands. Kenny shoulders slumped a little as he relaxed against the seat some more. "And after I'm done at the campaign office we can go home and you can touch me some more."

"Awesome!" Kenny smiled happily. He winked once, "And what about my other senses can I use them too."

"I'm going to blindfold you, put plugs in your ears and nose. Then I'll gag you," Cartman teased. Kenny moaned appreciatively at the thought. "You'll barely be able to breath."

"Eric," Kenny leaned closer to the bigger man pressing soft full pink lips to his friend's naturally colored-red lips. They only kissed briefly before the car pulled to a stop in front of the campaign office. Kenny groaned as they were forced to pull away. He rested his head on Cartman's shoulder for a moment knowing that they were safe inside with the tinted windows. He regained his composure before pulling away.

Cartman smiled at the adorable way Kenny tried to contain himself. Kenny was always a little animal in the sack so it was often hard for him to keep a low profile in public. They both knew that it was necessary that they did not get any unwanted attention to their relationship. Cartman was ruining for a seat in the Senate, he could not afford any negative publicity, and Kenny did not want to be in that kind of spotlight with Cartman.

Cartman squeezed Kenny's hands three more times before getting out of the limo. Kenny followed after him into the building. He knew Cartman could always use the help at the campaign office, and Kenny was not about to let Cartman disappear on him. He did not want to ruin their plans for that evening.

"You can help make signs," Cartman's pageboy offered when his secretary intercepted Cartman inside the office. Kenny glared at the young man, the kid was probably only a few years younger then Kenny, but because he looked like he was still in College he seemed younger than he really was. He knew that this kid was just trying to get him away from Cartman. He was sure the kid felt justified with the reason why, but it still made Kenny mad. He did not like to be pushed around just because he was not up to par.

Luckily, he was stopped from having to reply when Cartman calmly held up his hands to get his secretary to stop talking for a moment. He returned to Kenny's side and put a gentle hand on his shoulders. "We really need someone to work on putting together signs. If you want to help me?"

Kenny sighed releasing all of his angry that had been building from the moment he had stepped into the office. He nodded his head softly. "Of course I'll help. You know I'm your number one support. Thanks for asking."

"Jon," Cartman called to a passing volunteer. "Kenny's going to help us make some signs, can you show him."

Jon smiled and shook Kenny's hand. "You've been in here before haven't you? But last time you were in charge of answering phones right."

"Yup, but I'm multi-talented," Kenny replied. He nodded to Cartman as he followed Jon down the hall to where a group of volunteers were making campaign signs over a conference table. It was a straight forward job really. All Kenny had to do was use the heavy duty stapler to staple poster-board to four foot stakes. The people working at the table were all around Kenny's age and they were easy to get a long with so the work went by quickly and efficiently.

--

In another part of the city, in a run down warehouse, a group of less then ten people also sat around a conference table, but they were not making signs. They sat stiffly in their well tailored suits waiting for their boss to speak. Their boss sat at the head of the table drumming fingers against the oak. The boss wore a full black on black attire from the trench to the boots to the turtleneck and finally to the mask that covered every feature in the boss's face except the eyes and the mouth. There was even a black hat that covered the back of the boss's head and concealed the color, texture and length of the boss's hair.

The boss wanted to remain completely anonymous because the boss wanted to make sure that the going-ons in the meeting could never be traced back. The boss was only a solider from the command post where their leader sat. They had one common goal, to make sure that Cartman never got in a position of high-power. It was bad enough that he was the mayor of the economic capital of the world, but if he became senator, then president who knows what kind of destruction it would have.

After all Cartman's campaign fought for a tighter budget, it fought for more separation between Church and State, even going so far as to saying that the Church did not define the way that the State's view on what constitutes a marriage. He wanted to eliminate any form of prostitution and he wanted to extend that distant in which an adult store could be near a school or government building. He fought against socialized medicines and against immigration reform. He wanted there to be more police officers in every district and he wanted to make sure that criminal cases were prosecuted faster then they had been in the past. He wanted to make sure that the state's constitution was followed and not interrupted.

Even though some of the things that Cartman stood for were okay, the boss and the leader both knew that Cartman was capable of taking over the world if given a chance. He would unite the world under one government just to say that he was the first person to do so. He would then have as much control as he wanted. He would start genocide if he saw fit, he would lift smoking bands, and unify the minds under one rule. He would brainwash everyone until they believed in the message portrayed in The Passion.

After several minutes of painfully waiting for the boss to finish thinking about what an evil person Cartman was, and how he must be stopped, the waiting stopped. The boss looked up to the other people in the room. Then the boss spoke:

"Cartman has gotten too far in the popularity polls. There is only one way to stop him from winning at this point. He must be killed at whatever cost. Even maiming him considerable will not stop Cartman's need for power. There are eight of you here today, and each of you will work individually and collectively to get the job done. You may kill him however you like, but the murder will not be traced back to me. You will slit your own throat if you are caught.

"And why should you risk your own lives to get rid of his? If not for the good of the entire human race and free will, you will be generously rewarded for your efforts. You, your children, your children's children will not have to lift a finger in anyway. You will even have people to sleep for you if that's what you desire. But it must be done, with in the week, understood."

"Yes boss," the group collectively said in unison. They knew the consequences and the rewards of the job before they enter the building, but to hear them again only instilled the great need to get rid of Cartman. No man doubted what the boss and the leader knew. They may have believed there was no harm in entrusting New York to Cartman's hands, but now they realized that their belief were meaningless. There job was to kill Cartman and that's what they would do.

--

After several hours of making signs with the rest of the campaign staff, Cartman was finally ready to go. Kenny gave no complaints as he shoved the half finished sign on the table and followed his friend out of the office. He was eager to get back into the limo but was a little disappointed when a few other people were in the limo as well.

"What's going on?" Kenny asked.

Cartman tapped his hand against Kenny's knee twice, in a reassuring but discreet way. "There is this benefit where I'm supposed to make an appearance. It will only be an hour or so. But you don't have to sit around in the limo; it's a dinner auction thing. I know you can't say no to a free meal."

"I'm not poor anymore, Cartman," Kenny hissed in a low voice. He was satisfied at the slight flinch from Cartman. As long as Cartman knew that he was unhappy with the arrangement then he knew that Cartman would not take advantage of his acceptance. He was not opposed to a good meal. He was opposed to postponing their evening together. Kenny wanted to make sure that Cartman was willing to make good on their plans later.

"I know," Cartman looked away from Kenny. He did not want to make the other people in the car suspicious. Looking away was the only thing that was keeping Cartman from taking Kenny into his arms. He chewed on his lips softly. "I had Jayson leave early to pick us up something more appropriate to wear okay."

"Gee Cartman it sounds like we're going to the Prom, not to some grown up benefit," Kenny joked. He elbowed Cartman in the ribs gently, earning a grin from the brunette and a few snickers from the other people in the limo.

"No you don't understand," Kenny turned to the two bodyguards in the car. "When we had our prom Cartman had this really elaborate scheme to make sure everything went well. Of course nothing went well, and we ended up nearly burning down the dance. And Cartman had to spend the next three weeks on his knees, begging the Principal to let the four of us graduate. Of course I knew the Principal was going to let us graduate, just because he did not want to deal with Cartman for another year."

"Yeah and it was all worth it. I lost my virginity that night," Cartman's grin grew as he looked meaningfully at Kenny.

"Never let it be said that Cartman doesn't give it his all." Kenny watched the two bodyguards laugh at the story. He was sure that they never saw Cartman as anything other then their boss. Much like a child is surprised to see their teacher at the grocery store. To hear that their boss was normal, that he had a normal childhood, was a relief and it was amusing.

The limo came to a stop to the side of the benefit. Jayson, the page boy, escorted them into a room so that they could change privately. Kenny took the privacy as an excuse to pin Cartman to the wall and kiss him until he was completely breathless. He waited until Cartman had his hands on his knees, panting, before he changed into his suit. "Just remember that when those snobs want you to stay longer."

Kenny left Cartman to change alone. He went to see if there was an open bar at the benefit, and he was presently surprised that there was. He ordered two beers and head to the table that was market for Cartman and his people. Kenny waited a few minutes for Cartman to make his appearance in front of the benefit, before heading inside. It took a while for Cartman to mingle his way over to the table. Kenny jumped up and pulled a chair out for his friend leaving no argument. Kenny was not going to pretend to be interested in anyone else tonight. He did not want to make idle conversation with the old hag with money that sat on his other side. He wanted to drink his beer, wait for Cartman to be social, and then leave.

After a few minutes everyone was finally seated, in which time Kenny ordered another beer, and the benefit began. Dinner was served and the auctioning started soon after. Once every thing was cleared from his plate, and Kenny was certain that Cartman was going to be longer then an hour, the blond snuck away. He ended up at the bar a beer in one hand his arms folded on the wood and his head buried in his arms. He was trying to count the seconds and minutes that it had been since he arrived.

He knew he was being a little selfish about all of this. It had been a while since he had seen Cartman, and besides the few minutes in the limo earlier that day it did not seem like Cartman was as happy to see him as he was to see Cartman. He knew that Cartman had a job and a life that did not revolve around him. In fact, both he and Cartman agreed that it was for the best. Once Cartman had his two terms as President they could live a peaceful existence on a ranch surrounded by mountains and cattle in a remote area of Colorado. There was still more to do before either man wanted to settle down together. When they did get a few days together Kenny wished that it could be just that: a few days alone and together. He probably should have warned Cartman before he was coming. It was his fault for surprising the Mayor of New York City like this.

"Hey Ken, are you totally trashed?" Cartman gently touched his shoulder after he started talking so that he would not startled Kenny.

"No, I plan to get laid tonight. I'm not going to ruin that by not being able to get up," Kenny mumbled into the counter.

Cartman gulped loud enough for Kenny to hear. It made Kenny aware of the fact that Cartman was finally ready to go. He was no longer playing the good-little candidate. His whole mind-frame had changed and Cartman was ready to play in bed. "Oh come on Kenny," Cartman finally opened his mouth with a joke. "The day when you can't get it up, is the day when you stop dieing."

For anyone else the meaning of what Cartman said was different but it made Kenny nervous. He did not mind the idea of dieing, although usually it was painful, he just did not want to find a day where he could not come back. He actually had met that day when he was a young boy and if it was not for Cartman he may not have survived that era of his life. Kenny pushed his fear aside and followed his friend to the limo. "It's not like they don't have sex in hell, all the time. Heck they even do it in heaven."

Cartman smiled at Kenny's mention of sex in hell. It confirmed the fact that Kenny would never stop wanting, or being able to have sex. It also reassured him that Kenny would always be around, even when he was dead.

Cartman immediately latched onto Kenny as soon as the driver put up his window and drove away from the benefit. He kissed his lover with all the frustration and energy that built up over the day. Kenny was surprised that it matched his own need. He felt Cartman's hands on his sides rubbing up and down in a greedy need to have more of Kenny but knowing that he still had ten minutes before they reached his loft.

Cartman used the time to explore Kenny's neck and earlobe with his teeth and tongue. He reacquainted them with the wonders of a knee pressed against a warm crotch. Kenny dug his fingers into Cartman's hair, pulling it out of its comb over look until it looked just a messy as it would if he still wore his hat.

Then Cartman's cell phone rang. "Fuck!" He swore before answering it. "What the hell Jayson. I said not to bother me!"

"But Mr. Mayor we really need you to come into the office and sign this warrant. It's important to public safety and that's one of your main slogans for the campaign." Jayson firmly said. He spoke to Cartman like he was talking to a two year old.

"Can't it wait until tomorrow? I'm busy!" Cartman snapped. He leaned his head back against the seat and guided Kenny's head to his neck, with his free hand. He moaned softly at the teasing he felt there. He needed the teasing or he knew he would give into what Jayson wanted.

"Of course you're busy. You're mayor of the city that never sleeps," Jayson dryly said. "I could always sign it for you."

"Don't you fucking dare! I'll be down there in ten minutes," Cartman swore. He wondered when Jayson finally grew some balls.

"Eric," Kenny complained trying to pull away from Cartman's neck. Cartman was stronger then him, and eventually Kenny fell back against his chest. "Don't go."

"I have to," Cartman said putting his phone away. He stroked Kenny's thin back trying to express how sorry he was for having to postpone on Kenny again. "This has to get done Kenny. And even though this is your first night here, it's not your only night here. I promise that when I get back we will continue, and tomorrow we can spend more time together."

Kenny clenched the front of Cartman's dress coat in his hands and let out a slow deliberate breath. He nodded his head. "Okay. But we are going to have sex tonight, right?"

"I swear it. I swear." Cartman held up his hands in a vulnerable gesture that Kenny believed was real. "Go on upstairs to my loft. I'll be back in thirty minutes tops."

"No, I'll be the one on top," Kenny lightly joked, letting Cartman off the hook. He slipped out of the limo, hurried inside the building. The doorman nodded to Kenny. It surprised Kenny to realize that he had made a big enough impact in Cartman's life to be known by someone that held the door open for Cartman everyday. It made Kenny feel even better about his hectic night. That little gesture showed Kenny how much Cartman carried about him, and how much he carried about Cartman.

He rested against the elevator wall as it climbed the 37 floors to Cartman's loft apartment. The doors opened out into the hall between the elevator and Cartman's penthouse. Kenny had a key to Cartman's apartment and he slipped in easily deactivating the alarm system.

Kenny took a look around the apartment. No matter how many times he came here it always amazed him to see how incredible Cartman's life was. He went from living in a regular sized house in a small mountain town, with only his mother. Now he lived on top of New York City in a well decorated apartment. There was a beautiful dinning room that was only used for holidays. A kitchen that attached to the main eating area, this was all on the east side of the apartment. In the middle was a large living area with a huge television and the softest nicest couch in the world. There were several occasions that the two of them never made it to the bedroom because of that couch. A balcony area looked out to the city and had a nice view of the river. Then towards the west were two bedrooms, one that was converted into an office and the other that was converted into a game room. Further west was a master bedroom and a bathroom with golden faucets.

When Kenny was a little boy he was sure places like this were places of fantasy, but now that he had been here, seen it, lived in it, he knew they were places of dreams. Big Cartman sized dreams.

Kenny stripped out of his clothes leaving a trail on his way to the master bathroom. He filled the tub with warm water and soft bath gels that Cartman's mother sent every year for Christmas. Kenny let himself soak. After 18 years of having nothing but a pail of melted snow to shower with, a bath was always a treat. Kenny timed it right though. He soaked no longer then fifteen minutes. Then he thoroughly washed, and he was drying and naked in the center of Cartman's bed exactly thirty minutes from when he last saw Cartman.

Eric came in exactly thirty-one minutes after last seeing Kenny. He noticed the trail of bread crumbs left for him, and he eagerly followed. He was careful not to wrinkle his suit as he undressed, but he did not take too much time worrying about his clothes. He kept his eyes pinned on Kenny who stretched out on his bed like a cat.

Cartman finished undressing and leaned down to press a soft kiss to Kenny's lips. Kenny wrapped his arms around Cartman's neck pulling him in. Cartman resisted. He braced himself against the bed for as long as he could before he slowly sank down. He was careful not to let their lower bodies touched. He knew if they did they would rub against each other until they came. Cartman waited too long for that. Now that he had Kenny alone, he wanted to take his time.

Their heated kiss were now accompanied by roaming hands. Kenny's hands kneed Cartman's huge shoulder blades pulling Cartman closer to him. It was always amazing to him how much bigger Cartman really was. He was a full six foot seven and his shoulders were so broad that it often made public transportation uncomfortable. He still had little rolls and handfuls of fat deposited proportionally around his body, but there was also a little toning of his muscles. These two factors only made Cartman bigger then he naturally was. Kenny under-fed as a child was tiny compared to him. It made Kenny feel engulfed by Cartman's body. He was completely safe and secure in Cartman's arms. And he could never get Cartman close enough.

Cartman's hands explored Kenny's petite chest, his flat stomach, and his thin arms. It always blew his mind that the span of his hands could almost wrap around Kenny's small waist. Kenny's small form made Cartman feel in control. He felt strong and protective of Kenny. When Kenny was in his arms he never wanted to let go of him.

He pulled back from his heated lip-lock with Kenny and smiled. "Hey beautiful." Cartman watched Kenny's smile as it grew in size. It took Cartman years to be openly affectionate. He still had to work on it everyday, but seeing Kenny's reaction was always worth the effort. Kenny had never received much affection as a child so it was equally as hard for him to accept other people's love. But he knew Cartman was being sincere. He needed to hear it from Cartman, and Cartman needed to say it.

"Eric. I need you," Kenny replied. He touched Eric's clean-shaved cheek and smiled. They both read the other's hidden, I love you.

"I'm here." Cartman moved his hands to Kenny's hard on. He played with him gently emphasizing his presences. Kenny moaned.

Sitting up on his knees, Cartman flipped Kenny onto his stomach. They both had enough of being intimate for the rest of the week. Cartman used only his spit to wet his fingers. He ran his pointer around the pink-puckered entrance teasingly. Unsatisfied with his 'test', Cartman grabbed a pillow and put it between Kenny's hips and the bed. Then he grabbed Kenny's hands and put them on his butt cheeks. Kenny spread them wide on cue. He knew that Cartman would get angry, or worse whiney if Kenny did not listen to Cartman's authority, even when he was being silent.

Once Kenny was situated better, Cartman began to prepare him. The only lube he had was in the bathroom, and he was not about to get up and get it. Instead, he used more spit and took it a little slower then he normally did. Kenny was used to Cartman's rough nature and quickly adjusted to the two-large fingers that stretched and prepared him. It had taken Cartman a long time to regularly prep him before having sex. Cartman used to just shove his way in with little more then a ready-set-go attitude. It was painful for Kenny, but it was also uncomfortable for Cartman. It took many nights of Kenny preparing himself before Cartman realized the benefit of getting ready. Not only did it prolong the sexual experience, but it also made it easy for Kenny to go another round later that night, or even the next day.

Cartman was more impatient tonight then he usually was. He never stopped to add a third finger. As soon as Kenny was moaning in pleasure Cartman pulled out of him. He coaxed Kenny into spreading a little wider; by grabbing his knees and pushing them apart until he was sure he had enough room to work with. Cartman always needed room to work in. He then reached under Kenny's chest pushing against it until he rose onto hands and knees. He was careful not to rearrange how his knees were placed. Even though it made it a little awkward to balance Kenny knew it was better to comply then to argue.

The brunette sat back and looked at his lover on all fours, ready, willing, and wanting him. It made his insides twist together in knots. The same knots he used to confuse with burning hate.

After admiring his lover for a full minute, Cartman lined up his cock with Kenny's ass. He entered him swiftly. He never inched his way inside Kenny. He was always all the way in, or all the way out. Even when he continued thrusting, Cartman pulled all the way out of Kenny, until his dick was held in place just by Kenny's clenching butt cheeks. It forced Kenny to stay very still, giving Cartman complete control over the situation. Even if Kenny tried to push back in order to meet Cartman's thrust it could dislodge Cartman and cause him to ram into Kenny's taint, or miss entirely and go through his legs.

It was Cartman's favorite way to have sex. The more power he felt the bigger his orgasm was. He controlled the speed, the strength, and he even controlled the finish line. It was not only Cartman that liked it like this. Kenny liked being controlled. He liked being told what to do and where to stand. He liked having a purpose. He already knew Cartman loved him, and he had already been through Cartman's inexperience, so he knew there was nothing that Cartman could do that would truly hurt him. He trusted Cartman in ways that most people would think was crazy.

He at least had control of his tongue. He could moan. He could pant. He could cry out, "Oh yes. Yes. Oh yes, yes. Eric!" He could curl his fingers into the sheets and grind his teeth together until his balls tightened up against his body threatening to finish the night's job.

"AH! Ah I'm going to come!" Kenny panted out. So Cartman looped a hand around his waist and pulled Kenny back until Kenny was sitting against Cartman, his back against Cartman's chest. Cartman was still able to thrust into Kenny in this position, but it was not as hard as before. It was just as intense though. Cartman's huge hands overwhelmed Kenny's penis and his balls. He barely had to move three inches before he had stroked from the base of Kenny's dick to the tip. Kenny was not small by any mean; Cartman's hands were just that big.

It was only minutes before Kenny's face was screwing up in discomfort. His mouth opening wide he gasped out, "Oh, Eric." Then he came. He came shuttering in Cartman's arms. He came so much that his come hit the wall over the head board, and his mind flooded with bright white colors. It was just like heaven, and Kenny knew. He had been to heaven.

As soon as Kenny stopped shivering, Cartman returned Kenny to his stomach on the pillow. He placed a large hand on his back, and he finished by fucking Kenny into the mattress. He did not cry out when he came, because that would mean he was out of control, and he would never admit to that. He came hard and poured himself into Kenny until it bubbled up and out of Kenny's hole. Cartman pulled away as soon as he was out of fluid. And he kissed Kenny on the back of his blond head to let him know how much he enjoyed it.

Then he stood up and grabbed a washcloth from the bathroom. It was still damp from Kenny's long bath. Cartman wiped Kenny off as best he could, and he cleaned himself off second. He tossed the washcloth onto the tile of his bathroom and returned to bed. He settled down on the left side. Reaching over he pulled Kenny away from the wet spot, and pulled the young man against his chest. Kenny curled against him immediately. Once again he was surrounded by his lover's warmth and protection. Kenny fell asleep with his head on Cartman's shoulder and his arms around his stomach. Cartman fell asleep staring down at the crop of blond hair lying on his chest. He fell asleep knowing that he had taken care of his lover. He knew he was still in control.

--

Kenny woke up to the smell of pancakes and bacon. His stomach rumbled. He stretched up and out, rolling his head on his neck and popping the tender muscles in his back. He grabbed a bathrobe from Cartman's closet before following the smell of food. He knew where the kitchen was, but was still too tired to think about directions.

He paused in the doorway. He was not surprised to see Cartman's maid standing over the stove flipping flap-jacks and bacon. She was a thin girl, with brown hair, and nice curves. It struck Kenny, like it always did, that she resembled nothing less then Cartman's mom. At least before Cartman had gone to college and his mom used the money she saved on groceries on plastic surgery.

Cartman sat at the table in the breakfast area. He was talking on his cell phone, and typing at his laptop. He had a glass of orange juice in front of him and an empty cup of coffee. Kenny moved to sit on the seat next to Cartman. The brunette nodded to him and looked up to make sure that his maid had a plate of food ready for Kenny.

Kenny ate like a dog. Even though he never went hungry anymore he still had it in his mind that he never knew when his next meal was coming. So he always ate whatever he could when it was offered, even if it made him sick. Luckily this did not make him sick. It was just enough to make him feel incredible bloated. It was no wonder Cartman was still overweight, despite the extra muscle mass.

When Kenny looked up from his empty plate Cartman was grinning at him. If they had been eight Cartman would have spit out a dig about him being poor. Instead, Cartman wrapped an arm around Kenny's waist, much like last night, and he pulled Kenny onto his lap. He leaned in kissing Kenny on the mouth and licking the last bits of syrup from the corner of his mouth.

Cartman pulled away after their mouths went dry from kissing so long. He played with Kenny's messy-bed head thoughtfully. "I have to go into the campaign office today. I know it's a Saturday, but there is going to be a little news conference there. Pretty standard stuff for this time in the race, a winner has to be in the news often, with continuously new material. You can come along, and then we can have lunch maybe I can even squeeze in that new Terrance and Phillip movie."

"The Mayor watches Terrance and Phillip," Kenny asked. He raised his eyebrow. He was skeptical that Cartman would hold true to his word. Maybe they would have lunch together, but Jayson or Cartman's secretary would be there.

"Well, Terrance and Phillip's asses are on fire for a different reason now, so it's not like I'm going to watch them fart on each other." Cartman defended. The fart jokes had stopped being funny once Cartman realized that farting-on and being farted-on was not a turn on.

"I'll go with you to the conference. But don't make promises to me Cartman. I don't want you to break them," Kenny said. He jumped off Cartman's lap and went to get ready. He had a few outfits here so he was able to go out wearing something different. He dressed in more casual slacks and a collared shirt. He knew that Cartman would not say anything if he dressed like the day labor worker that he was, but he also knew that Cartman would appreciate it if he did dress up. Plus, Kenny would feel embarrassed standing around in jeans when everyone else was in a business suit.

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Jayson and Cartman's secretary, Lola, and his two body guards were waiting for them outside the conference hall. They stepped up to the limo even before Cartman's driver opened the door for Cartman and Kenny. They had already surrounding him before Cartman was even fully out of the vehicle. Kenny had no choice but to walk behind them. He was not too upset by the shutout however. Cartman was a busy man, and getting upset about a little issue like this was just pathetic. Kenny picked his battles wisely, and so he tended to win all of them.

Cartman and his group were only half way to the building, and Kenny was only a third of the way to the building when shots rang out from the streets. The street was fairly busy so a quick panic took place before everyone dropped to the ground. Including, Cartman, who was covered by his body guards. His stupid page boy, Jayson started sobbing after the sixth shot. Cartman just lied calmly on the ground waiting for the shots to stop firing. It was irritating to him more then anything. He did not want to be laying on the ground with two men on top of him, surrounded by other people lying on the ground, one of them sobbing in his ear.

Cartman lost track of how many shots he heard, but he knew it was likely that many people were dead. Six people were dead, said that news crew that was on the scene, to tape the conference for the evening news. Seventeen people were injured and hospitalized.

One of those dead people was Kenny. He had a total of 23 bullets in his body. It was not ironic to Cartman that Kenny died that day. It was not even funny. His blond friend laid not face down but twisted up against the concreted, an obvious sign that Kenny had tried to make his body as tiny as possible, before he was killed. Cartman dropped to his knees at his friend's head and began to cry. His shoulders shook, his nose ran, and he could hardly breathe. The cameras caught the whole scene.

"Kenny. Kenny, please," Cartman cried softly to his friend.

"Mayor, we have to get you off the scene. The area is secured now but there may still be another gunman." Cartman's body guard grabbed touched his employer's shoulder sympathetically. He wanted to let the Mayor cry but he also knew that he needed to do his job.

"No," Cartman pushed him away. He reached out and took Kenny's bloody hand in his. "He's my best friend. I'm not leaving him here."

The two body guards had little choice but to force Cartman to leave the scene. They could not bring the body with them because it was evidence for the investigators, and they had to get Cartman out of here. So even though Cartman was a big man, they eventually got him back into the limo and back home. Cartman was cried and was visibly upset until later that night when he was once again left alone.

There was only one thing on his mind once it was clear. Someone had meant to kill him that day, and if it was not for Kenny's charm over death he probably would be dead. He knew he would not be so lucky next time. He knew that he needed to find out who did this, or the consequences might be even worse in the future.