Author’s Note: This scene far exceeds my comfort level.

Sensual Possession 7

They continued their walk silently until they reached the house. They were lucky enough to find Cartman’s mom out for the night, leaving the place empty.

Cartman heard Kyle crank the radio in his room as he drew a bath. Barry White began to play and Cartman frowned. “Shut that shit off!”

He heard Kyle laugh before tuning it to something else. As the water rose and bubbles filled the tub, Cartman stood and met Kyle at the door. He smiled, taking Kyle by the hips and pressing him against the door frame.

“I like the song you picked.” Cartman trailed his hand up the back of Kyle’s neck, pulling off his hat and running his fingers through satin-soft curls. Gently Cartman pulled at a curl, amused as it sprung back where it was. Kyle’s hair looked redder than usual in the bathroom lighting and Cartman couldn’t help leaning in and breathing in the clean, sweet smell.

Kyle suddenly jerked back.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

Cartman was tempted to tease him but resisted. “You’re changing your mind?”

“No.”

“I don’t know if I believe you. Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to do me.”

“Say it again.”

“I want- goddamn it, Cartman! You’re a-“ Cartman kissed him, shutting him up. Kyle responded, forgiving him for the meantime.

Kyle tugged at Cartman’s shirt and Cartman pulled it off so Kyle could look at him. Kyle smiled, touching Cartman’s chest. “I like big guys.”

“How many big guys do you know?”

“Just you. But I like it.”

A song came on that they both knew and Cartman smiled. “Kyle, can you do something for me?”

“What?”

“Sing this song. I know you can sing and I want to hear it.”

Kyle looked a little reluctant but he began to sing along with the musicians.

“…So tonight when you try

To take back all these lies

Take a look at those times

When your sunshine was all mine…”

Cartman finished unbuttoning his shirt and slipped it onto the floor. Kyle closed his eyes as Cartman explored him, his voice shaking when Cartman began unbuttoning his pants.

“Don’t stop,” he whispered as he pulled off the last of Kyle’s clothes. Kyle’s eyes stayed shut as he sang and Cartman got a chance to look him over. Kyle was gorgeous, standing there naked and aroused. On a whim he decided to use his mouth and Kyle gasped. Cartman pulled out. “Keep singing.” Kyle began again, his voice shaky and coated with need. Cartman loved each moment of making the other squirm. He thought this was surely some kind of torture as he worked his tongue, listening to the sweet sound of whimpering.

“…And I swear on my song

I won’t miss you for long

Cause I know you’ll follow me home…Ahh!”

Kyle cried out, his hands pulling Cartman’s hair as he climaxed. Cartman stood and kissed him, pressing his tongue into Kyle’s mouth so he could taste his own hot fluid. Kyle tasted good and Cartman knew he’d like to do this again eventually. He licked away what was left on Kyle’s mouth.

Once Kyle’s breathing eased a bit, Cartman beckoned him to the bath. He climbed in, sinking into the foamy water. Cartman smirked and removed the rest of his clothes. Kyle sunk up to his nose, looking away with embarrassment. Cartman stepped into the bath and leaned over him. It seemed the closer he got the more Kyle shrunk into the water.

“Kyle. Are you going to regret this?”

Kyle looked at Cartman sideways. “I just keep thinking this can’t be possible. I feel like it’s a dream or Kenny’s tricking me. I really don’t want to be with anyone but you.”

Cartman caught Kyle’s gaze. “Look at me. You’re not dreaming and I’m not Kenny.”

“Prove it. Say something Eric Cartman-ish.”

Cartman thought. “Well, I would take great pleasure in telling your bitch mom that I took advantage of her son and there’s nothing she can do. That would make me a very happy man.”

Kyle nodded. “Yeah, you’re the real thing all right, wicked bastard.”

Kyle moved his hands over Cartman’s chest and wrapped them around his neck. Cartman slid his hand down Kyle’s back and over his rear.

“I’m going to use my fingers and get you ready, ok?”

Kyle nodded and let out a small noise as Cartman touched him.

“Just relax.”

Cartman could feel Kyle’s muscles relax and loosen, around his neck as well as the rest of him.

“Ok.”

“Ok?” Cartman questioned.

“Yeah. I’m ready.”

It surprised Cartman how patient he had been about everything. He knew, of course why this was. Nobody was like Kyle. Cartman kissed him on the corner of his mouth.

Kenny waited quietly in the back of Cartman’s mind, not daring to interrupt their lovemaking. It was a strange experience for him. He felt like he shouldn’t be there but still he was inclined to stay.

Kenny had had a lot of sex in his life. He was the first in their group to do it and also the one with the most experience. Still, he had never known anything like this. It was an intimacy he could not fathom and frankly, he was jealous.

If he had been listening through a door or looking through a window he might not have felt so, but where he was, he could feel the heat from Kyle’s body and the rippling of the bath water over Cartman’s back. He could feel Cartman avoiding the tender bruised areas where Kyle had been beaten.

What was most frightening of all was Cartman’s inescapable emotion, one that did not reflect anything he had ever said or remotely thought in the time Kenny had been stationed in his mind. This alien feeling burned first like a candle in a cavern but quickly spread into an inferno.

The feeling began to engulf him and Kenny fled out of fear, out of Cartman’s mind and into the quiet darkness of the after-world.

The next morning, Stan, Kyle, Cartman and Kenny stood waiting for the bus.

“So how’s everyone today?” Kenny said cheerfully.

“Hung over,” Stan mumbled as he leaned against the road sign.

“What about you two?” Kenny asked, looking at Kyle and Cartman on either side of him. “Do anything interesting last night?”

“Not really,” Cartman said, “I checked out Bebe’s party for a while.”

Kenny glanced at Kyle and he shrugged. “I dunno. I think I hit my head when the jocks roughed me up because I can’t really remember much from last night. I went to Bebe’s party but I can’t remember everything.”

“That’s because you got wasted with us,” Stan added, elbowing Kenny and Kyle.

Kenny sighed. His returning always chopped up people’s memories, sometimes even adding new, boring replacement memories to fill in gaps. Anything involving his death would be obliterated. Why this saddened him most was that he had instigated Kyle and Cartman’s coming together, and therefore there was no chance of them remembering.

“Shit.” Kenny said aloud, realizing with regret that the most passionate sex he had ever encountered had been forgotten by everyone but himself. “Goddamn it.”

“Are you having a tourette moment or is there something intelligent you want to say,” said Kyle, irritated.

An idea flashed into Kenny’s brain and he stared blankly at Kyle. Sometimes if he said the right things, he could draw back people’s memories by thinking of a scenario. A scenario not involving his death might lace together loose threads. This idea was the crappiest he could think of, but it was better than nothing. “Does your ass hurt?”

“Excuse me?” Kyle said.

“It does, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah, it hurts along with the rest of me.” Kyle said, staring at Kenny suspiciously. “It’s probably due to my run-in with Jacob Orrick yesterday.”

Kenny shook his head, wrapping an arm over Kyle and Cartman’s shoulders. “It seems I’m the only one who can hold a drink around here. Neither of you remember?”

“Remember what?” Cartman asked, annoyed.

“You two did the dirty.”

“No we didn’t!” Cartman said, shoving Kenny off.

“Where the hell did you get that idea?” Kyle said, his voice rising with embarrassment.

“Well, you two got super drunk and confessed some bullshit outside the pool room door. I saw you guys leave together and you looked pretty damn cozy. You guys did do it, didn’t you?”

Kenny watched their expressions as memories came flooding back, how Cartman tactfully hid his shock with a frown and Kyle lit up like a red light bulb.

The bus pulled up and Stan got on, Kenny behind him. “So you remember now?” Kenny said with a smirk.

Kyle went to get on but Cartman grabbed his wrist. “Let’s walk. I think we have something to talk about.”

Kyle looked back at him and stepped away from the bus. He glanced down where Cartman still held onto his wrist, strange, but affectionately. “I think you’re right.”

End.

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