Disclaimer: I don't own South Park or these two.

Warning: Yaoi. Don't like, don't read.

A/N: I couldn't help myself. xD. I love these boys.

"Oh God, Christophe! Oh..."

"Shut eet or I stop. You're going to get us keeled!"

"No, please don't stop!"

Gregory gripped the filthy pillowcase with all of his strength, fighting his natural aversion to dirt enough so that he could press his face into it in an attempt to silence himself. He moaned into the pillowcase, wishing that it had better stuffing than the balled-up newspapers that hardly muffled the sound. Christophe was panting in his ear, the smell of cigarette smoke overwhelmingly strong on his breath. "Oh, fuck." He whispered harshly, ducking his head and straining hard to contain his moans of pleasure.

Christophe sharply dug his fingers into the blond's shoulder blades, waiting for his lover's reaction. Gregory almost cried out, but managed by some grace of God to hold in his moans. Christophe knew that he would end up winning. He knew the blond's weakness, after all. Christophe had no such weaknesses.

It was really more of a game between them than just sex, neither boy wanting to be the first to reach orgasm.

The brunette leaned in close to his partner, his thrusts growing quicker and stronger as Gregory started to press against him. He placed his lips over the boy's soft neck, and bit down hard. Gregory couldn't help himself this time. He moaned in pleasure, arching his back against Christophe's stomach. He knew that he was close, inching closer and closer to the point of no return with every thrust that his foul-mouthed, foul-smelling partner pounded into him. He was fighting as hard as he could against it, but he was fighting a loosing battle.

Christophe made one final thrust, stopping at the deepest point. The blond sunk into the bedroll, feeling his energy leaving him as he came. It had been a long, hard battle. Christophe grinned in relief, free to let himself go once Gregory had admitted defeat. He relaxed, settling himself on top of his partner, resting his head on Gregory's shoulder.

"Told you I could make you come first, faggot." He breathed triumphantly. Gregory frowned. "That wasn't fair. You know my weakness." He grumbled, lowering his voice. Christophe grinned and turned his head to nibble the blonde's ear. Gregory pulled away quickly before the brunette could have an effect on him. He was too drained to have another go at it, even if Christophe was perpetually horny.

"Stop looking so smug." He whispered, turning his head so that he could face Christophe and protect his ears from being nibbled. The smaller boy looked back at him with an exaggerated pout, causing Gregory to let out a loud sigh.

"Sometimes I don't know why I put up with you."

"Because I 'ave a sexy French accent and I'm zee only person zat can make you come like zat."

Gregory rolled his eyes. "You're lucky that's true."

Christophe smirked. "Of course eet ees. Now, come on. If we don't get some sleep now we'll get keelled tomorrow."

"But look at the mess we made!" The blond whined. Christophe smacked him lightly. "Deal with eet. Zis ees war, faggot. War ees 'ell. You can wash up tomorrow."

Gregory sighed and curled up on the bedroll, nuzzling against his partner. Christophe sighed and draped an arm over the blond's sweaty skin. Gregory leaned close and kissed him quickly, pulling away to look into his eyes. "I do love you." He whispered. Christophe rested his head against his partner's. "I know." He answered, smirking.

It wasn't until the figure beside him was soundly asleep that Christophe sighed and buried his head into the boy's soft, blonde hair.

"I love you, too."