This is the first slash fic I've ever written, so I'd really appreciate some feedback (good or bad). I'm planning on seven chapters overall, and I've got the whole thing planned out, so hopefully I'll be updating in a timely manner. Anyways, hope you enjoy!

I don't own South Park.

When You Have Everything to Lose

Chapter 1: In the Closet

"Craig, you dog."

"Huh?"

It was not the sort of greeting one expected when sitting down to eat in the cafeteria.

"Craig, are you gonna eat that?" was more common, or perhaps, "Craig, you have something nasty caught in your braces." But, "Craig, you dog," was the way Clyde chose to greet Craig as he took a seat beside him in the cafeteria and "Huh?" was the only response Craig could come up with.

"You guys," Clyde said, addressing the others at the table. "Our friend Craig here has himself a girlfriend."

Staring blankly at his friend, Craig bit into his apple. "I do?"

"Don't you?" Clyde asked.

"Um. No."

"Then where the hell did this come from?" Clyde asked, tugging down at Craig's collar.

"Dude," Craig said, shoving Clyde away and flipping him the bird. "What the hell?"

"Holy shit, Dude!" Token cried, pointing to the spot on Craig's neck that Clyde had just revealed. "You have a hickey!"

"I wha—" Craig slapped his hand over his neck as things finally seemed to click in his head. "Fuck, it's still there?"

"Christ, he's spazzing out!" Tweek cried, twitching nervously.

"Aren't these things supposed to go away after a few days?" Craig asked, rubbing his neck. "God, the fucker must've sucked the bejesus out of my freakin neck."

"Who?" Clyde asked impatiently.

"Huh?" Craig said again.

"Jesus, Craig, get with the program. Who sucked the bejesus out of your freakin neck?"

"Um," Craig replied awkwardly. "I don't remember?"

"How can you not remember?" Clyde cried, grabbing Craig by the shoulders and shaking him. "Were you drunk? Asleep? Was it vampires, Craig?"

"Vampires?" Tweek cried. "Oh geez!"

"Um," Craig said, swallowing nervously. "I was…asleep? No, the first one. I was drunk."

"For God sake, Craig," Clyde muttered, obviously disappointed. "You're a fucking idiot."

Craig rubbed his temples. "I'm fucking an idiot, alright."

"What?" his friends all cried at once.

"Oh, shit," Craig muttered. "What did I just say?"

Kenny McCormick bit into a carrot stick as he watched Cartman suck the cream filling out of yet another Twinkie.

"You know why you're such a fatass, Cartman?" Kyle said, taking a bite of his sandwich. "Because instead of eating healthy foods like the rest of us, you're giving BJs to baked goods."

Stan snickered, and Cartman threw a hollowed-out Twinkie at Kyle. "Shut your goddamn Jew mouth!" he shouted. "Everyone knows the cream filling is the best part."

Stan and Kyle busted up laughing. When he'd finally caught his breath, Stan looked up at Kenny. "Dude, why aren't you laughing?"

"Why would I laugh at that?" Kenny asked, unamused.

"Well…because," Stan replied. "Because he was sucking the cream filling out of Twinkies. It's funny."

"In fourth grade it was funny," Kenny replied, biting into his carrot stick.

Kyle frowned. "Dude, you've changed recently," he told him. "I don't think I like you anymore."

Kenny shrugged, going back to his lunch. It was true. He had changed recently. He couldn't tell his friends why. Things were just different. He looked around, scanning the cafeteria until his eyes fell on Craig Tucker, who, not to Kenny's surprise, was staring back at him. Kenny gave him a small wave.

Craig did not wave back. Instead, he glared at Kenny and pointed to his own neck. Kenny frowned, trying to figure out what the ebony-haired boy was trying to tell him. Craig just continued to point at his neck feverishly.

Kenny looked back to his friends at his own table. Cartman was sucking the cream out of another Twinkie. Kenny took a bite out of another carrot stick and looked back at Craig, who was rubbing his neck angrily. Then it all clicked.

Craig was pissed about the hickey.

Kenny laughed out loud and began choking on his carrot.

"Kenny, what the hell?" Kyle cried, slapping his friend hard on the back. A chunk of carrot came dislodged from Kenny's throat and flew out of his mouth, landing on Cartman's lunch tray.

"Gross!" Cartman cried, shoving his tray away. "Kenny, you poor piece of shit."

"What is so funny?" Kyle asked.

"Um." Kenny looked at Craig, then back at his friends. "It was…the Twinkie thing. Yeah, I just got it."

"God, Kenny," Stan muttered. "What's the matter with you? You're the perverted one. You're supposed to be the first to get it."

Kenny merely rolled his eyes and looked back at Craig, who was still glaring at him. He shrugged and mouthed an apology. Craig flipped him off. Kenny just flashed him a winning smile, then turned back to his friends.

"Hey Stan," he said. "Can I copy your English assignment?"

Stan rolled his eyes and slid his notebook across the table to Kenny. "Give that back before class, or I'm dead."

"Sure dude, whatever," Kenny replied, tearing a sheet from the notebook. "Gimme your pen."

"You guys," Cartman said, as Kenny began to copy Stan's English assignment. "You going to Annie's party tonight? Her older brother is bringing beer."

"Sure, I'm in," Stan replied.

Kyle shrugged. "I guess."

"What about you, Kenny?" Cartman asked.

Kenny didn't look up from Stan's English homework. "Naw, I've got plans."

"Plans? What kind of plans?"

"None of your goddamn business. Stan, is this a 'k' or an 'h'?"

Stan leaned over the table to inspect the paper. "It's an 'h' dude. Why would I have the word 'suck' right there?"

"Anyways, Cartman," Kenny said, continuing to copy Stan's paper. "Isn't Annie's brother a registered sex offender?"

"Yeah, but he didn't rape that girl. Annie says that her brother says it was consensual."

"Yeah, but wasn't she drunk?" Kenny asked. "And, like, twelve?"

"Fuck you, Kenny."

"Hey guys."

The four of them looked up to see the girl who had approached their table. A dark-haired girl from Kenny's history class. Kayla or Claudia or something.

"Hey," the guys chorused.

She sat down beside Kenny and scooted close to him, so their thighs were pressed together. "How's it going?

Kenny set the pen down. "G-good," he stammered.

He looked up at Craig, who was watching him intently, his gray eyes piercing into Kenny's blue ones like knives.

"You know what's weird," said Kayla or Claudia or something. "I have never hung out with you guys before. Isn't that weird, Kenny?"

Kenny shrugged. "I guess so."

She picked up one of Kenny's carrot sticks and held it to his mouth. He bit into it, glancing up to see if Craig was still watching. He was.

"So we should hang out," the girl said, placing a hand on Kenny's thigh, causing him to let out an involuntary gasp. "What are you doing tonight?"

Kenny took a deep breath and closed his eyes, reaching down to slide her hand off of his leg. "I have plans."

The girl frowned. "Oh." She stood up to leave. "I guess I'll just go then."

The four guys watched her walk away.

"The fuck, Kenny?" Cartman muttered. "I can't believe you just did that."

"Neither can I," Kenny mumbled, returning to Stan's English assignment.

"Dude," Stan said. "Those must be some plans."

Kenny shook his head. "You have no idea."

After stuffing his orange parka into his locker and slamming the door shut, Kenny scanned the hallway for Stan. English class started in five minutes, and he was still clutching Stan's yellow notebook. As he looked around, he spotted Kyle down the hall talking to their friend Jimmy. He started to walk towards them. Kyle might know where Stan was. But before he reached them, Kenny was yanked out of the hallway by some mysterious force through a nearby door.

"Dude, what the hell?" he cried, once inside the dark, cramped room, which, based on the smell of bleach and vomit, could only be the janitor's closet.

"Shh!" hissed the dark silhouette before him.

"Craig?" Kenny whispered, fumbling around for a light switch.

Craig grabbed his hand and held it tight. "No lights, Kenny. I don't want anyone knowing we're in here."

Kenny grinned. With his free hand, he reached up and pulled off the blue hat he knew was on Craig's head. He let it fall to the floor somewhere as he combed his fingers through the taller boy's hair.

"I thought we agreed not to meet during school."

"This," Craig replied, pulling Kenny's hand out of his hair, "is not why we're here."

"Oh yeah?" Kenny said. "Then tell me, why did you pull me into the closet? To be ironic?"

"That's not—" Craig was cut off momentarily by the sound of the bell ringing. "That's not funny, dude."

Uh-oh. Kenny recognized this tone of voice.

"Okay, you're pissed at me about something. Is it the hickey? Because you weren't complaining when I gave it to you."

"Who was that girl?" Craig asked.

"What girl?"

"The girl you were flirting with in the cafeteria. Wipe that stupid grin off your face."

"It's pitch black in here. How did you know I was smiling?"

"Because I know you."

"I like it when you get jealous," Kenny whispered, and Craig could tell from his voice that he was still grinning from ear to ear.

"I'm not j—I just want to know who that girl was who was sitting on your lap feeding you grapes."

Kenny rolled his eyes. "She was sitting next to me and she fed me a carrot stick."

"What's the difference?"

"Dude, carrot sticks aren't grapes."

"That's not the point!" Craig cried. Then, remembering where they were, he lowered his voice. "Are you seeing her?"

"I don't even know her last name. I'm not sure if I even know her first name."

"That doesn't mean you're not sleeping with her."

"You know, I wish everyone would cut the 'Kenny will fuck anything with a pulse' bullshit. I'm not sleeping with her or anyone else. Well, besides you."

Craig sighed. "I know. I'm sorry."

"Why do you care anyways? I thought we were just fooling around. You're the one who said we weren't anything serious."

"I just…I don't like seeing you with other people."

"And I don't want to be with other people," Kenny whispered, his tone softening. "I think that makes us exclusive."

"Well, I guess but…I don't want anyone to know. Not yet."

"Then we won't tell anyone." Kenny reached up again and ran his fingers through Craig's soft, dark locks. This time, Craig didn't object.

"And don't give me anymore fucking hickeys either. I don't think the, 'I was drunk and forgot who gave it to me,' story is gonna work again."

"Dude, get a turtle neck."

"Kenny."

"Fine, fine. I won't suck on your neck."

"Thank you," Craig whispered.

Kenny leaned in close to whisper into Craig's ear. "But when you're done being ashamed of me, just let me know."

"I'm not ashamed of you. I'm ashamed of myself."

"Why? We're not hurting anyone. We're not doing anything wrong."

"Except, you know, skipping class. Because the late bell rang five minutes ago. And I think most people would agree that it's wrong to skip class and make out in a school janitor's closet."

"But we're just talking. We're not making out."

Craig leaned forward and softly kissed the corner of Kenny's mouth. "Well why the hell not?"

"Everyone pass forward your homework assignments, please."

Stan looked around nervously as the students around him began passing up their assignments. He leaned across the aisle toward Cartman's desk. "Dude, where the hell is Kenny?" he whispered.

"How the fuck should I know?"

"He has my assignment," Stan whispered.

Cartman laughed. "Sucks for you."

"Eric Cartman," the teacher said, glaring at Cartman.

"Yes Mrs. Andrews?"

"Is something funny?"

"No Mrs. Andrews."

"Good." She looked around the room. "Do I have everyone's assignments?"

"No Ma'am," Cartman responded.

"Where's your assignment, Eric?"

"Oh, I didn't mean me," Cartman said. "I'm talking about Stan. He didn't hand his paper in."

Mrs. Andrews looked at Stan. "Stanley, is that true?"

Stan sighed. "Yes."

"Why don't I have your paper, Stanley?"

"I…uh…"

"He didn't have time to do it, Mrs. Andrews," Cartman told her. "Because he was too busy making out with his Jew boyfriend Kahl last night."

"Shut up, fatass!" Stan cried. He felt he had to, because Kyle wasn't in this class to say it himself.

"Ey! I'm not fat!"

"Eric Cartman!" Mrs. Andrews cried. "Principal's office, now."

"Me?" Cartman cried, standing up. "But Stan called me a fatass!"

Mrs. Andrews glared at Stan. "As for you, Mr. Marsh. You can stay after school today until I have that assignment from you."

Stan groaned and planted his forehead on his desk. "Dammit Kenny," he muttered under his breath.

Cartman laughed and pointed at Stan. "You got detention!"

"Eric!" Mrs. Andrews shouted.

"Okay, okay," Cartman muttered walking towards the door. "I'm leaving." He added a bitch under his breath, which Mrs. Andrews thankfully didn't hear.

He slammed the door on his way out and started making his way down the hall toward the principal's office, muttering obscenities under his breath as he walked, about how he'd really done nothing wrong, and didn't deserve to be punished.

Cartman stopped in his tracks when he heard a deep moan coming from somewhere nearby. He looked around uneasily. What the hell was that? His eyes fell on the janitor's closet. Taking a deep breath, he took a hesitant step toward the closet and pressed an ear to the door.

"Holy shit," Cartman whispered. There were definitely two people making out in there.

He tried to figure out who it was based on their voices, but all he could hear was panting and slobbering. Whoever they were, they were freaking savages. Suddenly the knob started to turn. Thinking quickly, Cartman darted behind a nearby trashcan, which was barely big enough to conceal his entire body. He peeked around the garbage can to watch the janitor's closet door. It opened ever so slowly, and a familiar blond head poked out and scanned the hallway.

Kenny, you little whore, Cartman thought to himself. He wondered what slutty girl Kenny had coaxed into that closet.

The boy's hair was even messier than usual, and his cheeks were flushed pink. Seeing no one else in the hallway, Kenny stepped out of the janitor's closet and whispered, "Okay, the coast is clear."

It took every ounce of self control in Cartman's body not to make a sound when Craig Tucker stepped out of the closet behind Kenny, pulling nervously on the earflaps of that stupid blue hat. His button-down shirt was open in the front, and there were several dark purple blotches on his neck.

The fuck?

"Dammit Kenny," Craig muttered, rubbing his neck. "I told you not to give me any more hickeys."

"I can't help it," Kenny replied. "I have a neck fetish. Besides, you fucking loved it."

Craig dug a yellow scarf out of his backpack. "That is not the point."

"We'd better get to our classes before the bell rings and this hallway fills up with students."

Craig wrapped the scarf around his neck. "Yeah, let's go."

Kenny looked Craig up and down and laughed. "Dude, your shirt," he mumbled, taking a step toward the taller boy so he could button his shirt for him.

He started at the bottom, taking his sweet time, and when he reached the top button, he stood on his toes and kissed Craig hard on the mouth. Craig returned the kiss, cupping Kenny's face in his hands.

Cartman's jaw dropped.

Kenny was the first to pull away. "C'mon," he said, taking Craig's hand. "I'll walk you to Spanish."

"Let go of my hand, you fag," Craig muttered.

"Oh ha ha," Kenny replied. "You're gayer than I am and you know it."

The two disappeared down the hall, and Cartman stood up from behind the trashcan. He scratched his neck, tying to take in what he had just seen.

Kenny, his friend Kenny, South Park High's resident ladies' man Kenny McCormick was having secret closet make out sessions with Craig freaking Tucker?

"Motherfucker."

So, that was the first chapter. I'd really appreciate reviews. I'm about a quarter done with the second chapter, so it should be up soon!