Author's Note: Wow. It's been a long time since the last time I was on (um…like 7 years) since I've been stinting on DevArt all this time. But I figured I needed to contribute to some good old CartmanxButters. Anyway. NO flamin', if you don't like the smex, go suck it. Rated M for Mature, bitches, because you can bet on some lemony goodness later.

Disclaimer: You know they all belong to Matt and Trey.

Bully

Chapter One

by MT Yami

"Hey Butters, move your hips a little."

Leopold "Butters" Stotch did as he was told, bracing his slim upper body against the cold paint of the locker. His lower back arched as in one swift motion, the taller, panting boy behind him entered.

As his head bobbed against the metal with every thrust, Butters closed his eyes and moaned.

"Eric…ah…Eric…so good…"

The other boy grinned, a smile many deemed akin to a jackal's. He gripped Butters' slim, pale hips hard enough to bruise, his taut stomach glistening with sweat.

"Feeling good, Butters?"

Butters could only manage a soft moan, which caused his partner to speed up his thrusts, his breathing growing shallow and rapid.

"Ah…mmm…Eric…I love you…"

The slim blond boy grasped the handle of the locker with his right hand, bracing himself as both boys cried out and Butters was slammed one last time into the unforgiving metal.

Spent, Kenny grinned and patted Butters' ass. The petite boy was collapsed against the locker door, trying to catch his breath.

"Milked me real good that last bit, huh Butters?"

Butters nodded.

Kenny rubbed his back thoughtfully and zipped up his fly. "You're such a little pussy after we do it. What the fuck are you thinking about all the time?" He pulled a joint out of the pocket of the orange jacket lying on the locker room bench behind them and lit it up, taking a deep drag.

"Nothing, really. I'ah mean…it's just sex, r-right Kenny?"

"You got that right, sexy." Kenny smirked and slapped Butters' ass again. "I'll see you tomorrow, same time. I gotta go meet Stan and Kyle at Cartman's house. The stupid fatass managed to get a really sweet batch of weed he's going to share…but anyway. Remember. Not a word of this to the guys."

As Kenny grabbed his shirt and left, Butters nodded and slumped down onto the bench. As he began pulling his clothing back on, wincing at his sore backside, he murmured to himself,

"It's sure been a long time since fourth grade, eh fellas?"

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Butters was sore the next morning, ruefully rubbing his ass through hunter green knee-length cargo shorts while walking down the hallway to his locker. It was their senior year of high school. He had shed his baby fat in eighth grade and since then had grown more slender with each passing year, and had a more attractive silhouette than most of the girls in their grade, buxom blonde Bebe Stevens included. His tuft of golden locks had softened into gentle waves, framing his delicate face and pale blue eyes, and while he dressed by no means girly, he turned many a curious head in the hallways of South Park High School.

But it would seem that the greatest transformations were in his closest friends from elementary. Stan Marsh was a wiry, athletic seventeen-year-old, with a mop of inky black hair and a winning smile whenever he came off the soccer fields as captain and star player. His best friend Kyle Broflovski towered above him by several inches, easily topping six feet. His unruly red Jew-fro and spray of freckles across his nose made most of the girls in their grade consider him an odd mix of nerdy and cute. He was the easy pick for valedictorian and never seemed to put a foot out of place in front of authority.

Kenny McCormick was a different story. Tall and predator-lean, he always wore a dangerous jackal-like smirk and carried himself with a careless slouch. He was a notorious womanizer and the resident "bad boy", as it was rare to see him without a detention; nonetheless, he was also never seen without a couple of sluts hanging off of him, his dark eyes, devil-may-care attitude, and tousled sandy blond hair remaining hopelessly charming.

Their most conspicuous friend was Eric Cartman, who despite Kenny's continual teasing had dropped serious poundage and lived up to his childhood claims of being big-boned. No one ever wanted to mess with their group of friends primarily because of dark-haired Cartman towering over all of them, including Kyle, his broad shoulders, sharp amber eyes, and eternal snarl screaming 'juggernaut'. While he retained some of his childhood fat about his middle, he was built up solid and the football team's prize guard lineman. As a result, he scared away most of the girls in the class, none of whom wished to disturb his famous temper, but it was undeniable that he was admired from afar.

Admired from afar…by Butters.

The slim blond sighed and tugged down his t-shirt. When his shorts rode low on his hips, dark purple bruise marks could easily be seen on his pale skin. Five bruises on each side.

I've got to tell Kenny to be gentler next time, Butters thought angrily to himself.

It always bewildered Butters how his physical relationship with Kenny even started. It wasn't like Kenny didn't have his pick of busty whores anyway. Worse, he was Cartman's best friend.

Kenny had found out, after all. It was Kenny who had caught Butters actively jacking off in the bathroom right after Cartman had complimented him about something trivial earlier that day. Butters hadn't expected anyone to be around, since he had stayed after for dance team. Unfortunately, Kenny had just been getting out of detention and wanted to take a piss.

"Ahh, Eric…so good…fuck me harder…"

Butters closed his eyes and rubbed his member frantically, not wanting to let go of Cartman's voice saying,

"Nice job Butters, for real."

He had touched Butters' back, gently, fleeting. That flesh burned and burned, the fire feeding into Butters' aching groin. It wasn't until many hours later that the blond boy let himself give in to temptation.

"Eric!" Butters sighed as he climaxed, his right hand a sticky mess.

"Enjoy yourself?"

Butters froze. Shit.

Kenny laughed from outside the stall. "Wow, that was pretty energetic, Butters. I didn't know you had it so hard for fatass."

"He's not fat!" was all Butters could reply with.

"Oh but…you don't want fatass to know, do you? He'd rip you limb from limb." The smaller blond boy could hear the smirk in Kenny's voice.

Butters swallowed hard. All 250 pounds of Cartman could easily shred his 120-pound frame to bits.

"There is one thing you can do for me so you won't get your ass kicked…well, at least not kicked…"

Kenny had insisted on fucking him mostly every day after detention. He always said it was a lot less of a hassle than fucking a girl, since Butters couldn't get pregnant and he looked enough like a girl with his clothes off anyway.

Butters couldn't even use the excuse of getting grounded either—every day, he stayed afterwards for dance team and often helped out with the middle school team as well. As long as he could keep from his parents that he'd been skipping out on coaching the middle schoolers, his rendezvous with Kenny stayed mum.

It didn't stop him from fantasizing about Cartman during every moment of sex, however. The tank of an eighteen-year-old boy consumed his thoughts, and since Kenny always took him from behind, it was easy to replace him with Cartman in his mind.

Cartman. The bell rung and Butters shook his head, shutting his locker. You'd think after Awesome-O and that little incident that caused my parents to think I was bi-curious, he might've realized something about us. Haha, bi-curious? Try flat out gay.

"Hey Butters." Kenny sidled up to him. "What's goin' on?"

"I'ah need ta get to class, Kenny, or I'll get grounded," Butters replied, brushing past him quickly.

Kenny grabbed his arm hard, and Butters winced.

"Look, I can't meet up with you later 'cos me and the guys are going to Shitty Wok. Rest up that ass for me tomorrow, 'kay?"

The words were out of Butters' mouth before he even thought about them. "Oh, uh, can I come with you fellas then? I'm awful starving and shucks, we've only got last period left."

Kenny looked at him for a second and then burst out chuckling. "What? You wanna get a glimpse of your favorite fatass stuffing his face with bad Chinese food?"

Suddenly uncomfortable, Butters began walking away, his hands wringing. "Forget about it."

The taller boy hurried to catch up. "Shit, that'd be ok. Then you can come back to my place and we can fuck after all." Kenny leaned in close to Butters' trembling ear, leering. "I didn't know you wanted it that badly, you little slut. I better be seeing you out by my car after last period is over."

Butters slid into the art classroom literally seconds before the second bell rung. He was shaking slightly as he set his bag down and sat in his seat.

Wendy Testaburger looked over at him, a little concerned. "Hey Butters, what's up? You look like hell."

"I dunno, Wendy." Butters pulled out his sketchbook and began drawing the still life Mrs. Drew had set up on her desk for them. "Having issues, I guess."

The raven-haired girl smiled to herself. "Issues with Kenny, or with Cartman?"

Butters' head snapped up to look at her in disbelief. "H-how—?"

"Oh come on, Butters. We girls aren't stupid…actually, the whole school isn't stupid. I think it's just that oblivious group of boys that has no idea what's going on with you; ever since Craig and Tweek came out about their relationship, I guess our gaydar has gotten a lot better." Wendy gave him the once-over. "And honestly, Butters, you don't make it difficult to know that you like boys."

"B-but Kenny, and Cartman—"

"It's pretty obvious how you get all tense when Kenny is around, and anyone would have to be blind not to see the way you look at Cartman." She laughed at Butters' horrified expression. "Don't worry. If those douchebags haven't noticed already, they're not going to. We're not going to enlighten them."

The petite blond allowed himself a sheepish smile. "Thanks, Wendy."

Still, he dreaded the end of last period, and his pale blue eyes willed the clock on the wall to stop and keep his orange parka demons as far away as possible.

As soon as last period was over, Butters dragged his pink-sneakered feet out to Kenny's old broken down Chevy, not daring to dally at his locker for too long. Like his best friend, Kenny had an unpredictable temper.

The sandy blond broke into a languid grin when he saw Butters approaching.

"Walk faster, you little fag, I'm fucking starving."

"Oh uh, yes sir." Butters shuffled uncomfortably but did what he was told. Kenny rolled his eyes as the smaller blond scrambled into his car and shut the door, all the time wringing his hands.

"Quit doing that. You know it pisses me off."

"Yes sir."

Scoffing, Kenny revved the engine and pulled out of the parking spot. Butters tried as hard as he could to stop his little hands from wringing, but to no real avail.

Oh hamburgers, what have I gotten myself into now?

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A/N: PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE REVIEW. It's the only way I'll feel motivated to write more. Even if you just write "write more" X3 hahaha Cartman and Butters beg you.