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It was not anything new. It was something that had been there for years but Eric’s sudden fascination with them became something all-consuming. With all the drama, incidents and near-death experiences everyone in this town had gone through, it was something that everyone had. Well, except for Kenny but that was because he would come back from death all the time. Despite this one little thing being on almost everyone, in true Cartman fashion, he was particularly obsessed with Kyle having them. The raised flesh outlined by a bit of red circling his mouth and moving towards his ears. Those were not the only ones, the bottom of both his knees had them too. When the doctors reattached Kyle’s legs after the basketball incident, they were too rushed to give attention to anything other than saving that little boy’s life.
Every time Kyle was in front of him, his eyes could not help but wander lower to the scars that ran across the redhead’s face. When Kyle wore shorts, Eric’s eyes would wander even lower to just below the hemline. If he could just touch them, run his fat fingers along the edges and soak them in.
Across the lunch table, Kyle and Stan were sharing videos from Kyle’s TikTok feed, chuckling every so often at some of the funnier ones. Kyle looked across the table to address him, “you have all the snacks for the sleepover tonight, right?” Eric’s eyes flicked upwards, “yeah Jew, why wouldn’t I? Remember, you’re ordering the KFC.” Kyle rolled his eyes, “yeah fatass,” and went back to his phone with Stan. There were two more periods before the end of the day, and it was torture. The bell rang and the boys left to go back to class.
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“Move it loser!
“No, fuck you asshole!”
Immediately after losing his first place, Stan shot out a red shell stopping Kyle and making him fall back three places.
“Shit.”
Eric could not help but let out a laugh—a few crumbs of chips falling from his mouth in the process—that Kyle heard.
“Shut the fuck up Cartman.”
“I didn’t say shit.”
Kyle became too focused on the TV screen to respond. Right before the finish line he swerved in front of Stan taking back first place. “Hell yeah,” Kyle jumped up, arms raised in celebration. Sitting across from Eric on the couch, Kenny was dozing off. He lay across the couch, his head propped up with his hand and his eyes half-lidded. Stan noticed this and turned off the TV before crawling forward to click his controller back onto the switch. Kyle followed suit and laid his controllers right beside the console.
“Well, I’m getting tired, we should sleep.” None of the other boys could argue with Stan and started to clean up all the wrappers, chip bags and trash. One by one, the boys went upstairs borrowing Cartman’s bathroom to prepare for bed. Eric got the couch while all the other boys pulled out their sleeping bags to get situated on the floor. They all fell asleep except one. Eric turned over onto his side to look at the floor, particularly where Kyle was. The moonlight from the open blinds allowed Eric to see the scars that marred the redhead’s skin. His mouth was slightly open, drool travelling across his cheek and over the raised skin. He rolled over, the movement letting more ginger hairs peek out of his ushanka.
The brunet rolled off the couch getting on his hands and knees to crawl closer. He crawled closer and closer until his face was hovering over Kyle’s. He moved his hand to Kyle’s face, thumb brushing over the scars gently. His finger began circling the daywalker’s lips, tracing the scars there. Although he was asleep, Kyle instinctually moved away before his eyes fluttered open, “Cartman? What the fuck are you doing?” In a panic, Eric grabbed Kyle by the shirt, his other hand covering the boy’s mouth. Kyle tried to protest but he was unable in his half-conscious state. He was pulled out of his sleeping bag and dragged up the stairs into Cartman’s bedroom. He was shoved into the room, Cartman slammed the door behind them, and the ceiling light turned on.
“Dude, what the fuck!” He rubbed his eyes with the heels of his palms trying to wake up fully. Cartman walked forward moving into Kyle’s space and pushed the boy into the bed behind. He grabbed his wrists, pinning them to the bed. Most of his weight lay on Kyle as he held the redhead down.
Kyle’s brows furrowed as he looked up at his fat friend, “Cartman… What. The. Fuck. Get the fuck off me fatass.”
“You don’t know how fucking crazy you drive me, Kyle. You don’t know how crazy those stupid scars drive me.” Kyle’s cheeks turned red, “my scars?”
“Yeah, they’re fucking hot.”
Eric dove down, tongue making contact with Kyle’s facial scars. He tried to squirm away, but Cartman’s weight held him down. The disgusting wetness covered both his cheeks. Eric’s tongue moved downward to the redhead’s neck. Moving one hand away from Kyle’s wrists, he covered the boy’s mouth before sinking his teeth into flesh. The only thing that could be heard was the rustling of sheets and a muffled scream. Kyle mustered the strength to push the other off throwing Eric onto the floor. His hand shot up to his neck to cover the wound. “Dude, what the actual fuck.” Blood trickled down his neck as Eric’s teeth were stained red.
Kyle pulled his hand away—it was smeared with his blood. The pupil of Eric’s eyes darkened as he crawled forward and grabbed at Kyle’s calf. He brought his tongue to the scar under Kyle’s knee then he switched to the other leg, lathering it in his spit. Eric pulled away before saying, “God, how many more do you have? How many more can I give you? Mark you up. Make you fucking mine.”
“Fuck.”
He pulled up the side of his shirt revealing the scar he got from his kidney surgery. The surgery that saved his life by embedding a little piece of Eric right inside him. The bigger boy pulled Kyle’s legs up and over his shoulders then brought his hard dick to the redhead’s ass. Kyle let out a moan. His shirt was hiked up right below his arms, so Eric brought his hand to the scar and began massaging the other boy’s side. “Holy shit, you already are mine. How does it feel to be alive because of me.” He ground his cock downwards, rubbing it across Kyle’s covered hole, layers of clothing preventing skin from touching skin. Kyle’s mouth was half open, his eyes were glazed over before he moaned out, “good. Really fucking good.” He threw his head back into the sheets and locked his ankles together behind Eric’s neck. His ushanka fell off his head, red curls spread out on the bed.
Eric tugged the waistband of Kyle’s shorts and underwear off, exposing his hole and more scars he did not even know existed. He was a bit puzzled, but his dick throbbed at seeing them.
“When did you get these?”
“Steve Jobs sewed my ass to the woman’s mouth. Took my fucking ass skin to connect me to her.”
“Heh, X marks the spot.”
Eric once again knelt and began licking Kyle’s hole. He let out a whine when the tongue entered him, spreading him open. Eric pulled back and stuck two fingers in, making a scissoring motion to open the other boy further. Kyle’s mouth could not help but let out a series of whines and moans. The blood from the bite ran down his neck and stained the sheets below. Eric pulled down the waistband of his pants exposing himself to Kyle.
“Fuck, you’re actually big.”
Eric spat on his hand then brought it to his shaft slicking it up, “and it’s gonna be in you real soon.” He positioned the head of his cock to Kyle’s hole and then pushed in, only half able to enter. Heavy pants came from the redhead as he began to adjust to the intrusion. His head was thrown back as he squirmed, tears flooding his eyes ready to stream down his face. Eric grabbed his thighs and pushed them forward almost folding Kyle in half. “I get to see all those pretty little marks as I fuck you.” He pulled out before thrusting back in hard, each thrust pushed him a little bit more into the skinny boy below him. Kyle moaned out each time he was filled back up. He brought Kyle’s leg to his mouth, biting into him once more not making him bleed but the teeth marks would be there for days. “You’re mine. All fucking mine and I’m gonna mark you up so everyone knows.” His finger dug into plush thighs, bruises sure to appear soon.
Feeling the need to come, he moved his hands to Kyle’s hips pulling the other boy down his entire length on each thrust. He gripped hard making sure handprints would be left after. The tight walls around him began throbbing, Kyle soon to come too. Kyle brought his hands to his mouth, covering it to hold back the scream that was ripped from his throat as he came. His eye’s rolled back as his stomach got covered in his own cum. A few more thrusts from the boy above and Kyle’s guts were filled with hot seed. Eric pulled out, cum trickling out of Kyle’s abused hole. He bent down, giving each scar and mark—new and old—a light kiss. The tears that were pooling in the redhead’s eyes had finally released, staining his heated cheeks. He pushed his curls back and out of his face before asking, “you actually like my scars?” With his thumb, Eric rubbed the scars around Kyle’s hole, “yeah. A lot.” Kyle moaned as he propped himself up, getting close to Eric’s face before giving him a chaste kiss on the lips. The bigger boy could not help but blush at the action, his initial surprise quickly wore off allowing him to reciprocate and fully enjoy the moment.
Kyle looked down and away from Cartman, bashful despite all that they had already done, “I wouldn’t mind doing this again. If you want…” He held his neck—dried blood staining his skin—and grimaced at the stinging sensation.
“Fuck, how am I gonna cover this up?”
“You don’t, you’re all mine and I want everyone to know,” he said before he kissed the side of Kyle’s neck right on top of the wound.
The redhead rolled his eyes but did not protest. If Cartman thought his scars were hot then maybe they were and if he could get amazing sex out of Cartman’s little obsession, then that was just a very nice bonus.