Title: Forbearing

Chapter: Two

Rating: R (Adult language, themes, sex, violence.)

Pairing: Mysterion X The Coon.

Summary: Mysterion begins to feel that maybe there's a lack of emotion between him and The Coon, not to mention Kenny and Cartman. Why do they have to lead such different lives? And why in the Hell is Toolshed playing so close to Mysterion's personal territory? M to M contact. Violence and many other things bad. Created for BarbieGirl1993! Hope you enjoy.

Warning: Male to Male content. Can be taken as underage material between kids? Violence, language, racist comments. Cartman/The Coon. Mysterion. Adult material. If any of the above offends you, please do not read. Requested.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters mentioned, major outline and theme including plot ideas and other such things would have to be credited to Cutegirly19/BarbieGirl1993, and this fic was created for them, and so is developed for them alone.

Request: Thank you again Cutegirly19 for requesting this South Park fic. I enjoyed making it, and sorry if it was a little rushed, or did not exceed your expectations. As always, I am here to please, and hope that you like your story. I would also like to thank you for being the first person of the 2013 year to request a fic, hope you have a great read, and of course, enjoy.

Forbearing: Created for BarbieGirl1993

Mysterion's eyes flashed over the night's landscape of old buildings and quiet alley ways. His mind was set on one objective: His prey. Quickly, he threw himself with gusto to the next line of rooftops, making sure to keep his running feet as silent as possible. He supposed it would be better this way, after all, the nights were growing shorter it seemed, and there never seemed to be enough time for 'other' activities.

His pace was slowed when he saw the house. He was nearly out of breath, but he tried hard to keep himself from panting when he saw the night to the upstairs bedroom turn off. Another meeting had just occurred, and Mysterion had dismissed the group of superhero's for the night. He had watched the small smirk that The Coon had given him, as if he didn't know that Mysterion wanted his attention that night. How stupid of The Coon.

Approaching the house, Mysterion tried hard to make himself part of the shadows, sneaking past the window that led to the front living room of the house, ignoring the fact that he saw Ms. Cartman laid out on her couch, some Mexican man leaning over her with hungry eyes. Mysterion balled his hands into fists when he saw that the pipe he normally used to drag himself up to the second story window was now broken. He growled to himself as he moved over to the windows on the bottom of the house, trying desperately to open one of them so that he could get into the house. He was determined to see The Coon tonight, his desire to be buried within those thick caves of flesh driving his cock to tighten further. "You fucking idiot." He hissed out when he glared up at the window, wondering if maybe the pipe had been broken simply to prevent his entrance.

Cartman's mom always had been a careless harlot when it came to keeping doors locked, and tonight should have been no exception. All of the superhero's had been here just under an hour ago, speaking and laughing with one another. Now though, after the patrol had taken place, everything was quiet and locked up, as if no one had come or gone. Mysterion cursed himself for using his grappling gun earlier in order to reach a fifth grader who had been spray painting a wall. Why had The Coon refused to follow him on the patrol? Hadn't he been lenient with him enough, with allowing him to speak freely to the group about his further plans about the adult criminals involved with sex trafficking? Maybe he had been too nice in allowing The Coon to go out on patrol with Crunch Berry… "I'll be sure not to make that mistake again." He scolded himself as he gave a rounded turn from the house. He would have to go without sex for the night, and his mind boiled at the thought of The Coon denying him that.

It was a confliction of sorts. Eric Cartman was fat, loud and disgusting. He constantly said rude remarks, cussed worse than a sailor, and all because he thought he was God's gift to the world. Kenny, leaning back in his chair, wondered why God, that mixed up mess of a creature, hadn't killed the fat bastard sooner. In class, there were still remarks being made about how poor his family was, however, Kenny never once thought to shout back any remarks about how he was an overall better superhero than the much fatter and lazier boy. He felt calmer during the day at odd times. When class was occurring and there were conversations going on. Cartman always made an ass out of himself, and when it came to group projects, no one wanted to work with him. It wasn't for Garrison's demanding tone of 'I'll pick the partners cause you little monsters can't,' was slightly infuriating. Kenny hated seeing Cartman with someone else, especially if it was Stan or Kyle. Wendy was a God send, she having put Cartman in his place with a few verbal comments when they had begun the year. However, it brought a small delight to Kenny when he would glance over every now and then and see Cartman being shot down by his group member, being told that he was probably only thinking about food instead of the math concepts.

Since their friendship began, all three boys had never really given much thought to Cartman's feelings, now though, Kenny had a new reason to want to hold Cartman's gaze a little longer, to hear him say something offensive to him or about his family. It was odd really, Kenny finally realizing that he actually enjoyed when Cartman tried to belittle him. It was as if with each comment or word, Cartman was trying to build his own walls or mental nets, yet he still knew that no matter what, in every way, Kenny and more respectably, Mysterion, was always going to be better. It caused his chest to build with pressure, his mind to haze over, and his fists tremble. He gnashed his teeth from behind his concealed lips, and bottled up those comments and that anger. He would use that, of course, for later use against The Coon. All those name calling, all those snide remarks…All that jealousy…It forced Mysterion's anger out, caused that painful pressure in his groin to build. He used this for the bases of his lust, for his own sick pleasure. A means to be as abusive with The Coon as he fucking wanted to. It was hard for him to hold back that anger, to want to bend Eric Cartman over the table to fuck his brains out. It was thanks to Kenny that Mysterion didn't rear his head while the day progressed.

However, in a couple of hours the day would be done, and this would guarantee Mysterion time with The Coon at least. Tonight, he was going to get it, willing or not. "Pay attention! Token, stop fooling with Clyde and listen!" Garrison's voice was harsh, his temple pressed with a stress vein. "Now then…We need to work on a new algebraic theory…And it involves the concepts of chemistry, so you'll have to-" Kenny was barely listening to the older man as he went on about directions for the new project. He was too busy watching Cartman scribbling something on a piece of paper. 'Is he writing me a note?' He wondered idle as he saw Cartman stretch up and yawn, the piece of paper in his hand. He watched the white slip of paper as it was balled up and tossed towards his desk. It hit with a light 'pat' and Kenny reached out to grab it before Garrison could take a notice of it. He drew it down towards the inside of his desk. Quickly, he unwrapped it, making sure to be careful and not rip it. He looked at it, black print over lined white paper, "I can smell you from here, white trash, why not do us all a favor and wash yourself before you come to school?" It was enough to grab his attention, and Kenny leaned forward, his hand balled into a fist as he hit the back of Cartman's thick skull, watching as the boy was forced forward.

"Ow! What the heelll- Kenneah!" Cartman's shrilled, dramatic tone pierced through the room. Although Kenny was sure he did not actually harm Cartman, he saw the angry look on Garrison's face as the man set his hands onto his hips.

"Knock it off you little brats!" He fumed. "Since it seems that you two can't get along, Cartman, you work with Stan, Kyle, you'll be with Kenny." He growled out, and Kenny looked up at him through his parka, as if not completely understanding what had just been said to him.

"When the fuck did we pick groups?" He said, but since his voice was muffled by the parka, he was positive that Garrison didn't hear him. Instead, Cartman spun around, his face looking slightly annoyed.

"Look what you did now!" He said, but quickly turned away from the others.

When Kenny leaned over towards Stan, the boy leaned into his direction more. "Garrison just assigned us groups, you must have been day dreaming dude…You were with the fat ass, but now you're with Kyle…Did you at least hear the assignment?" Stan seemed a little annoyed, as if Kenny had been in the wrong.

'God damn it Cartman.' Kenny wanted to growl out. Yet another excuse to spend time with Cartman and somehow it had been taken away again. Not only that, but now Cartman was going to be in a group with Stan. Though, he supposed that as long as the two were not alone, then there would be no chances for them to really do anything. Yet the thought of Stan getting to know Cartman more was a little aggravating.

"You'll have some time today and tomorrow to do the assignment. It's not gonna take ya' long, so don't bitch about not having enough time. I'm giving you plenty…Even during your very own recess time." Garrison said his voice a little more cheery. He listened to the classes' echoed grumblings, but said nothing. "I would get started if I were you, instead of sitting around complaining." He said, his voice slightly rose as he pulled out a magazine and sat with his legs crossed behind his desk.

Kenny saw Stan start to tug his desk closer to Cartman's, a look of a gentle smile pressing onto his face. Kyle was already getting up to move towards him, commandeering a desk and chair next to him so that he could sit closer to him. "So, I was thinking we do number 13, this way-" Kenny was watching Cartman and Stan out of the corner of his eye though, as if waiting for any type of interaction between the two. They spoke though, and even Cartman seemed to back away from Stan slightly, making sure that their bodies never touched. Kenny relaxed slightly when he saw Cartman maintaining a gap between the two. He still watched them though, trying hard to not let Kyle notice his wandering gaze.

"If we hurry, we can manage-" The Coon's voice was frustrated sounding, yet Mysterion cut him off anyway, refusing to listen to anymore of his words.

"Shut up. We were on a mission. The other's will continue without us, both of us know that." He said, and began to approach The Coon. The shorter superhero began to lean back, the alley being a dead end, and The Coon being too short and fat to jump to the nearest dropdown ladder, Mysterion knew the other had no place to run. "You avoided me yesterday…" Mysterion said, his voice lowered so that The Coon could hear the danger in it.

"I didn't avoid you, you left…" The Coon said, his voice growing soft and a rather confused look on his face. "YOU were the one who gave us the patrol groups, and then demanded we return to our houses once our work was done…" The Coon stated, his footsteps still leading him back, as if he were still capable of an escape.

"Don't lie to me with your lame excuses Coon. You didn't want to see me last night. You'll make up for it now." He growled out, cracking his knuckles and then taking another looming step forward.

"In the alley? What if someone see-"

"Who? The town drunks? You and I both know that this part of the street is one of the less used ones. It's also where all the drunks of the town go. If someone were to see us, they would never give us a second thought." Mysterion began to loosen his belt, his cock already excited by the way The Coon shivered himself up against an old nasty trashcan. "Coons love trash right? That's their animal instinct to forage from, right?" He asked, as if trying to suddenly confuse the other boy.

It had worked, because apparently, The Coon was now listening to him, his shoulders less tense. "What?"

"Trash…" He muttered out, and his mind shifted back to the note that Eric Cartman had passed to Kenny back during school. Gritting his teeth, he couldn't hold back a laugh, "Yeah, it's strange isn't it…" He said, but said nothing when The Coon looked back at him with a questioning gaze. Earlier, Kenny had been the one being made fun of for being 'trashy'…Now it was The Coon, an animal who mostly lived off of the trash and garbage of others, was the one of the receiving end. "I'm going to enjoy myself, Coon." He hissed out, his smile broader as he moved his hands to both sides of The Coon's shoulders. He could hear the gasped tone of the other superhero as he slammed him backwards against the trash can. He listened to the sound of screeching metal as it desperately scrapped backwards in an attempt to alleviate some of the pressure of The Coon's body.

The Coon's parted lips gave way to a grunted yell, his breath catching as he hissed with pain, "That hurts!" He rasped out, and Mysterion felt the tighten of his pants beg to be let loose of their hidden appendage.

"Not as much as it's going to." He whispered back out, and saw the red blush deepen over those white cheeks. Mysterion felt his lips suddenly dry, the urge to lean forward and nip at those chubby appendages causing waves of bliss to trace his body. When the body leaned further back though, Mysterion felt himself rutting against the trash can rather than a body. Growling to himself, he grabbed hard onto The Coon and tugged him towards himself. "Don't make this hard on yourself." He growled dangerously as he forced The Coon over.

There was a small amount of a struggle from the other boy, Mysterion picking up the worried panic in the other's tensed body. "My-Mysterion…Wait…You-" Mysterion listened to the plea of the other's voice, but did not feel any guilt within himself for his rough foreplay. The Coon was his, and if he wanted to be rough, he would damn well do so. The Coon had been a worthy opponent at one time, but now, he was under his command, and Mysterion felt the need to make sure that The Coon knew his place. His grip tightened around The Coon, and Mysterion was sure he could feel reluctance in the other's body. "Are you really going to deny me again?" He asked, his voice rasped out.

It had been The Coon who had told him about how much he liked him. Now, he was trying to give The Coon a part of himself that he kept hidden from others, and The Coon acted nearly resentful of such a gift. However, after the comment had been made, he leaned forward, finding that The Coon had allowed his body to relax slightly, his body not twisting as much as they had before. "Mmmm…Better." Mysterion whispered out, pressing himself once more into the other's body so that he could feel him better.

He managed to get his knee back between The Coon's legs. Pressing upwards, he became accustomed to the tight bulge growing in the other's pants. Of course The Coon would get off to such attention. Smiling, Mysterion leaned further towards The Coon, determined to take his flesh into his mouth and suck. His lips pressed against an exposed expanse of neck, and he ran a tongue along the tender area before latching on and grinding his teeth against the skin.

The Coon withered under him, mewling at the affection, the cries only causing Mysterion to further his knee against the warm clothed flesh, and draw his teeth deeper into the other's neck. "You- You'll leave a mark!" The Coon's tender voice whimpered out like a submissive dog.

Mysterion growled at he drew away, making sure to cause just enough infliction to make the other boy shiver again. "So everyone knows that you're being fucked by me." He rasped dangerously, moving his hands to force his pants down below his knees. "Get your fucking clothes off already." He demanded, listening absently to the suddenly hustled tone of belts being loosened and fabric running against skin.

"Yes Mysterion." The Coon's voice panted out, as if he were finally allowing the other full control over himself.

Mysterion felt his face warm at the thought of the other's full submission. He made sure not to smile though, his mask tightly secured around his face. For The Coon to see him in such a delicate position. He wouldn't allow it. Watching over The Coon, he saw the superhero's shivering body pressed against the trash can, his ass pointing to the air. The boy, bent over the trash can was panting hard, as if anticipating the next rush of feelings that were going to rupture through his body.

Slowly, Mysterion leaned closer, his gloved hand holding his cock steady, leaning it ever so slowly towards the smooth surface of white orbs hanging with anticipation. "You're ass looks empty…I wonder if I'll be enough for you." Mysterion said with a twisted grin. His eyes glistened with the thought of making The Coon scream out with wanton calls to pound harder and deeper into that tight body.

"Please Mysterion." The Coon's voice called out, as if panting for release already. How could Mysterion ignore that call? Grinning to himself, he spit over The Coon's ass, aiming for the puckered cluster of lips in order to help his entrance. When the shivering mounds of flesh began to flex with anticipation from the saliva, Mysterion quickly made his cock known to the other boy.

Rushing into him, he listened to the half held cry The Coon made as he pushed his way deeper into the tight body. The sucking of smooth, warm walls clasped against his cock, and Mysterion tried to pull out slightly to alleviate some of the pressure. When he heard the mewling cry of The Coon begging for more though, he obliged, moving his gloved hands to brace against both sides of The Coon's fat love handles. He forced his way back into the other's body, making sure to rock his hips in order to get a better feeling on the tip of his swollen cock head.

He reveled in the sound of panted gasps that escaped The Coon's blushed lips. He smiled when he heard the whimpered cry for more, something to go faster and harder. Mysterion felt his balls slapping against the under fat of The Coon's cheeks, his cock well indented into the other's body. The feelings of warmth and the whispers of his name only drove Mysterion on further, the way The Coon begged was nearly mind numbing. Someone like The Coon, who should be despised, and yet Mysterion felt that welled up feeling of want erupting through his body. It was a tension that pressed against his very insides, begging to be released in any kind of form, whether it be in a whispered phrase or a tragic array of quickened actions. His heart hurt.

Slamming his body into The Coon's entrance, he was surprised when he heard the strangled cry of The Coon as his body tensed around his cock. The Coon's climax was soon followed closely by Mysterion's, those words barely making it past his chest as he leaned forward and breathed to the other, "You're a good fuck Coon." His smirk betrayed the want to say something more, the urge to lean even closer in order to kiss the other's fat cheek.

He removed himself instead, making sure to keep his hands on either sides of The Coon's in order to keep himself standing. He panted a few more times, trying hard to catch his breath from the physical workout. He watched as The Coon slowly leaned over to pick his pants up. The other hero had a breath on his lips and a blush over his face. His hair was disheveled and his clothes were a mess both from the trash goop and the stains of liquid from their bodies. "You're body mass gives me a good workout, Coon, I bet you're finding it hard to keep up." Mysterion said, more of something to say as a compliment than anything else.

There was a quick look though, and The Coon seemed to say nothing as his smile faded and his face was consumed in a different shade of red. He nodded slightly and looked back over his body, as if lingering over the idea of something. He then picked his head up and smiled quickly to Mysterion, his eyes curling into happy, over exaggerated, slits. "I guess we should go now, Mysterion." He said, and the other superhero could hear a false bravado in the other's voice.

If he thought about it too much, he did not linger on the emotions enough to care. "You're right. I'll see you tomorrow." He breathed out, making sure to give the other a single look over before tilting his head, "Will you make it home like that?" He asked, watching as The Coon held his side as if in pain.

"I'll be fine Mysterion. I've taken on worse damage." The comment was nearly painfully protective sounding, while also having an underlining worry to it.

Mysterion shook his head, "Fine Coon. If anything happens though, call me." He moved to the nearest fire-escape ladder and began to climb up it before looking down at the other quickly, "And don't let me catch your window locked again." He growled out, narrowing his eyes at the other boy.

"Yes Mysterion." The Coon said, and a smile pressed onto his lips when as Mysterion watched him for another few seconds. He soon finished his ascension onto the roof and began his trek to circle around the area, determined to make sure The Coon made it back home without any issues from any unwanted or known guests.

The school day was dragging on, and Kenny watched as Cartman seemed to limp over towards the lunch table in order to sit down. Slowly, the much larger boy took up a seat next to Kenny, which was customary in the group of four friends. However, Kenny was quick to notice Stan, making sure to sit directly across from Cartman.

Kenny idly thought it over until Stan leaned forwards in an attempt to better speak with Cartman. Kenny, having been restrained to most of his hearing abilities due to his parka, was left to try and pick out what the other was saying. He caught the tail end of the conversation, Stan's pitch changing to that of a worried tone when he muttered out, "…-It looks painful."

Kenny heard Cartman laugh slightly, as if trying to sound sarcastic for a second, "Jesus Stan, ya sound like my mom." He muttered out, and began to eat his food.

"Well, we still gotta make the final layouts to our work assignment. If we don't get finished with it in class today, I think if I come over later, we should get it done with." Stan's voice was slightly more raised, and Kenny couldn't help but feel his skin warm at the thought of Stan being so bold as to invite himself over.

"Hey man-" Kyle began to mutter out to Stan, pointing in the direction of Bebe and some of the other girls. When Stan's attention had been drawn away, Kenny took a quick second to lean into Cartman's side, the other boy unflinching in the actions.

"You better not even think of letting him come over. Especially if you two will be alone fat ass." Kenny muttered out, moving away the second he was done speaking.

Cartman paused, looking in Kenny's direction, his eye brow raised up higher. "Excuse me? Stan's my partner. I need this grade, if I don't-"

"I swear Cartman, you'll regret it." Kenny's blue eyes blazed into the other, and he saw a flash of something swim through the other's face.

"You can't talk to me like that." Cartman shot back, his finger letting go of his fork as he balled his other hand into a fist.

Kenny's cock was tightening within his pants, the idea of Cartman talking back to him making his blood boil. "You better shut up you fat fu-"

"Hey, Kenny, what's up man?" Kyle's voice was sharp from across the table. The blonde's head turned to see his green hatted friend giving him a questioning look. With the few seconds that his attention had been taken away from Cartman though, he was already listening to the sound of the fatter boy standing up from his seated position and storming off.

"Man, you pissed him off…." Stan muttered out, watching as Cartman left the room.

Kenny turned to see Stan beginning to get up. "Sit down, I'll take care of this." The small trace of Mysterion's voice was etched within his words, and when his stormy blue eyes glance dangerously over to the others, he saw the small nod Kyle gave, but a rather stubbornness protruding from Stan. Reluctantly, the black haired boy sat down again, and Kyle leaned in to whisper something.

Kenny ignored it though, feeling that maybe Cartman demanded more of his attention than Stan and Kyle at the moment. Quickly, he rushed to follow Cartman out of the lunch room, keeping his eyes open for any of the monitors who may stop him from leaving.

Soon enough though, he was watching Cartman storm into the nearest bathroom, using a powerful fist into the door in order to open it. He quickened his pace and watched as Cartman's hefty body made its way to the last stall. Kenny smirked to himself as he flipped the lock on the bathroom door. 'Why in the hell do they make it so easy?' He thought as he tried to tip-toe to the end of the stall.

"If you followed me, you better get out of here, trailer trash." Cartman hissed out just when Kenny thought that he would have a sneaking surprise on the other boy.

"No chance fat ass." Kenny said out, taking one of his fingernails and trying to pick the small lock of the door open. The circle fastener would easily open the door better than him actually trying to climb under it. When Cartman tried to hold the long fastener in place though, Kenny began to feel his skin crawl. "Let me in." He hissed out.

"Fuck you." Cartman said, his voice slightly worried sounding. There was a shaking in his voice, and Kenny thought he could hear the tremor of excitement and fright traced in the fatter boy's words.

'God damn it.' Kenny thought when his teeth gritted together and his mind raced back to the thought of The Coon and Mysterion tightly wrapped together. He growled to himself, feeling slightly jealous at the thought of his masked self having someone who adored him. "LET me IN!" He shouted, and before he knew it, his hand was knocking loose Cartman's own hand over the lock. The faulty stall door creaked open, and Kenny saw Cartman take a step back, his eyes looking him up and down.

Knocking his knuckles together through his gloved hands, Kenny felt his teeth clench together, "Now let's talk about something." He smiled when Cartman seemed to shiver, leaning his hand against the handicapped sink.

"Ke-Kennay…I don't know what's gotten into you, but you seriously need to calm down." Cartman stammered out, shifting so that his back was pressed more firmly against the top of the sink.

Kenny watched the way Cartman pressed his legs together, the other boy seeming to be silently protesting against something. So badly did Kenny want to reach out a hand in order to touch the other boy. The way he was shaking, the worried look in his eyes. "Cartman-"

"I don't know what's gotten into you-" Cartman seemed to be trying to gather some sort of courage in order to stand up to him, but Kenny had to smirk at the poor attempt.

'Why's he acting like this?' Kenny thought as he held his hand out in a more non-threatening way. When Cartman slapped it aside and seemed to stare back at him with defiance, Kenny felt his skin crawl.

"Don't you touch me with those trashy hands of yours! You're disgusting!" Cartman's growled out tone gave no indication that he was playing around.

Kenny took a step back, feeling his eyes glaze over with a sort of confusion, "Aren't you tired of this?" He asked out, not sure what he had been trying to say until he said it. Both of them froze in place, Cartman's face turning a light red color.

"What the fuck are you talking about you trai-"

"Being alone…Cartman…You re-" Kenny stopped himself, seeing half of his face reflected in the mirror behind Cartman's stern back. Both Cartman's posture and eyes were defensive. Kenny's confused ridden. He saw the human in himself, and the defiance that the Nazi- strong son of a bitch known as Eric Cartman was still seeing. Eric really couldn't see the same side. He couldn't see Mysterion in Kenny McCormick, even if it was who Kenny was. Cartman only saw one person at a time, and his ego refused to accept Kenny, in any form.

Kenny launched himself forward, a new anger swelling up within him. He felt the tightness of Eric's body when he was finally embraced by the other boy. Kenny could fell the struggles the other was giving, yet his added strength over the other gave him the upper hand. Reluctantly, he growled to the other, feeling his cock twitch, "This game may just be getting old." He made sure that his voice was just as hard as Mysterion's, that his eyes reflected the cold anger that Mysterion's did. He made sure that when he leaned his face into Cartman's, the other boy was feeling Mysterion's force.

Yet it wasn't enough. Cartman still pushed him away. He still fought the urge to be held, to be touched. He rejected Kenny, and the orange parka wearing boy felt the frustration building. Why was Cartman so in love with Mysterion, but not with Kenny? Was it simply because Kenny was a poor boy who barely could get by? Did Eric Cartman really hate him that much? How could Eric live in two separate worlds, which held such high emotional levels trying to play out separately? "God damn it Cartman! You fucking pig!" He growled out, letting the boy go and taking a step back.

He saw the confused and worried look that swam over Eric's face. He hated that. That confliction the boy refused to get rid of. All he had to do was choose between one and the other, yet Cartman refused to accept anything less than Mysterion's super human ego. Spitting on Cartman, Kenny growled to himself, refusing to say anything. He instead began to turn away, listening to the sound of Cartman was he stumbled forward and gasped something out.

Turning back, Kenny saw the outstretched hand of Cartman as the boy leaned closer to grab him. Kenny retaliated with a harsh punch to Eric's face, knowing that the boy could easily handle the semi pulled hit. "Don't fucking touch me." He growled out, feeling his anger get the best of him.

Cartman rounded onto the ground, his ass slapping against the stained tile. For a few seconds, Kenny thought about helping him up, maybe even giving him a small glance. Yet he sucked it in and made his way back to the door, unlocking it, and then leaving with a growl.

Kenny leaned his head over the table. What if The Coon was starting to dislike him too? Wasn't it The Coon who had started having feelings for him first? What if he was just being played with? Was Eric Cartman someone who would be that clever at such a game? His eyes shifted over to Stan and Cartman, who were currently speaking quietly with one another.

As soon as Kenny had gotten to class late, he had seen the slightly angered look Stan had been giving him. Apparently Cartman probably told him who had given him that knew bruise on his fat cheek. Mr. Garrison hadn't pointed it out, but Kyle had mentioned it briefly as they entered their groups, "Ya know, you can't keep being so ruff with him." He had muttered out quickly. When Kenny glared at him, the red haired boy had put his hands up in defense, "Just tryen' ta help." He stammered. "You're only going to make enemies."

'What could Kyle know? Cartman likes it rough. He practically lives off of abuse.' Kenny frowned though. 'Maybe I should try talking to him? As Mysterion? He'll listen to Mysterion…' He thought, and looked over at the other two boys quickly.

Cartman seemed to be smiling a little more, and Stan was keeping his distance. "We'll be done in no time." Cartman said, Stan shaking his head in agreement.

The night was moving along nicely. Mysterion was supervising a small group which consisted of Toolshed, The Coon, and Mint Berry Crunch. All of them had been surveying a construction ground in town, waiting to see if any of the sixth graders were trying to vandalize or steal the site equipment. Everything was running smoothly, there were no issues within the grounds, and it looked to be a nice night to spend a little extra time with The Coon. Mysterion was going to find out what was with Eric Cartman, and he was determined to put Toolshed's emotions in place.

"Hey you guys, I need to finish a homework assignment that was due today…Mysterion, do you mind if I leave a little early?" Mint Berry Crunch asked in a small voice.

"That's fine. We can take over from here. Thank you, and safe travels." Mysterion said, moving away from the group in order to monitor the opposite side of the building. He noticed Mint Berry Crunch following him, and figured that the other boy wanted a moment with him in privacy. "Do you need something?" He asked, wanting to hurry and get back to The Coon. The idea of the two of them together alone was slightly unnerving.

"I just wanted to speak with you about tomorrow night's meeting. I need to go see my human grandmother, and I was-"

"That's fine; I understand you have other obligations to your family. Do not make it a habit though; this is the life that we must make in order to be the saviors of this town." Mysterion said, "Now hurry and go." He breathed, aware of the boy's quickened pace to exit the area in an attempt not to make him any angrier.

Heading back over to the two boys, Mysterion's eyes beheld a gut wrenching sight. Toolshed and The Coon were wrapped in a hug, The Coon's smile contorting into a grin from ear to ear. "Thank you." He had muttered out, and Mysterion couldn't hold himself back.

"What the fuck!" He growled out, running to split the two apart. His hand latched onto The Coon, his powerful arm ripping the boy off of Toolshed. Tossing him aside, Mysterion rounded on Toolshed, the other boy completely confused by the other's sudden rage. "You! Always around him! Always by him!" Mysterion hissed out, getting in Toolshed's face. "I can't take it." He whispered more dangerously.

The Coon stood up, and was trying to get closer, probably attempting to pull Mysterion off of Toolshed. However, his hand was balled around Toolshed's shirt before The Coon could even reach them. "I'm so sick of you Toolshed. The Coon belongs to me, and It's about time you understood that. He's my territory, and I'm the only one who can make him happy!" His eyes deepened into a cold anger, and for a few seconds, he thought about pushing Toolshed off of the edge of the building they were all on. His human mind flashed to the image of Stan with his hand against his shoulder though.

It was a freeze frame of emotion, and Mysterion let the boy go, feeling his teeth gritting together. He watched as Toolshed sat there on the ground, looking up at him. "What are you doing?" The Coon yelled, his frantic brown eyes coming into play.

Mysterion rounded on him. "If you don't like me, say it. I'll stop- All of this, if you're just messing with me." Mysterion said, his hands balling at his sides, waiting for The Coon to say something he didn't want to hear. "I'm sick of seeing you happy with him-" His finger pointed to the black haired super hero who was now trying to get onto his knee. "I thought you liked me…" His voice was lower. "But I think I see it now…You just wanted a toy to fuck-"

"Toolshed's the one who told me how to make you like me!" The Coon yelled, his face turning red underneath his mask. "He- He taught me how to change so that you would like me more! So that you would start to notice me. I- All I wanted was for you to notice me, and yet no matter what I did, all you did was turn a cold eye on me." The Coon's eyes were bright, and Mysterion could see the change of dampness coming over the other's face. He was actually crying. "If it hadn't been for Toolshed, you would have NEVER given me the time of day! You should be happy for him, and happy that I sought his help so that YOU would notice ME! Without him, WE wouldn't exist Mysterion!" The Coon yelled out.

"Why in the hell would I try to impose on something I can see helping the both of you." Toolshed's voice was a lot lower and angry sounding. It was Mysterion's turn to feel the wave of anger rolling over him from someone else's point of view. "You two like each other so much it's almost sickening to watch. You're so damn jealous Mysterion, you don't see past the little things." Toolshed took a deep breath and crossed his arms. "I'm not trying to ruin you two. I honestly do think that you're good for one another, in a very sick…very twisted kind of way." He muttered out at last. "Besides, I've got my own fights to handle, and my own wars to wage. I don't want to be dragged into something else that's only going to hurt me…" His eyes looked over at Mysterion, and for a moment, Mysterion saw the gaze of an old friend falling over him.

The gentle smile on Toolshed's face held something remorseful to it. "You two need to work on your own issues, and I'm not talking about the jealousy ones Mysterion." There was something in his voice. "I need to go now. I really don't want to be around for whatever you two do next…" His voice was slightly sickened sounding, the sarcasm thick. "I'll be going home now." He mentioned, and drew up to Mysterion more closely.

Pulling back slightly, Mysterion felt the harsh grip of Toolshed's hands. "You watch yourself." He growled, and the eye glance towards The Coon was the only indication to Mysterion of what the boy was actually talking about. However, in the next few seconds, Toolshed was leaving, the super hero retreating to his own home for the night, leaving The Coon and Mysterion there alone.

"Why do you keep thinking that something's going on between Toolshed and I?" The Coon asked, his voice lowered, serious sounding.

Mysterion turned to him, feeling the other's concerned gaze on him. "I worry…Coon…" Mysterion felt his heart tighten. "I- You're good for me." He said, but was unable to look at the other. He knew that the other super hero was more than likely smiling stupidly back at him. His fists tightened when he thought of how Cartman had denied him in the bathroom. "There are still things that make me worried. Things that I can't understand." He clenched his teeth and made his way over to The Coon. "I doubt myself sometimes." He breathed out.

"What?" The Coon asked, his voice lowered, his brown eyes widened with confusion and disbelief. "About what Mysterion?" He asked, his voice sounding innocent.

"About you." Mysterion growled out and laid his hands out onto The Coon's shoulders. He felt the other boy tense up. "About what you're thinking…What you're feeling…" He looked down at The Coon, who was looking back up at him with a light blush over his face. His eyes were dried, and the signs that he had been crying a second ago were gone. Mysterion gritted his teeth, his fingers digging into the other's shoulders.

"I like you Mysterion." The Coon whispered out, his hand gently rubbing against Mysterion's chest. The slightly taller super hero felt the warmth of the other's hands along his under ware's band. The other had already removed his claws, and Mysterion hadn't even noticed. Yet he noticed those hands slowly making their way down his pants, his cock tightening from the forwardness of The Coon's motives.

The thought of Kyle telling him to be gentle with him pressed his mind. Leaning over, Mysterion took The Coon's earlobe into his mouth. Sucking for a few seconds, he asked quietly when he knew the other was listening, "Do you like it hard?" He asked, hoping that he would receive an honest answer.

"I love it hard." The Coon's voice was thick and panting almost, as if he were already deep in the throes of passion. "Please Mysterion…Here…Let's do it." His voice was breathy, and Mysterion felt his cock tighten with the simple phrasing of words.

Smiling, Mysterion took a step forward, taking a grasp of The Coon's hips and drawing him closer. "I think I can do that." He breathed out and leaned into the other, drawing his teeth over the gentle skin of The Coon's neck. He sucked on it, making sure that he drew blood before allowing the other to get free. "Now everyone will know that you're mine." His voice was low, and he couldn't help but draw his tongue over the agitated area. His hand sunk down, rubbing against The Coon's already hard erection.

Mysterion pushed his body hard against The Coon's fatter one. The boy gave a muttered protest, not understanding that Mysterion was trying to get him to lie down on the roof. Soon enough though, Mysterion was pressing his knee inwards. They collapsed together into an ungraceful heap. Mysterion lay on top of The Coon, his cock digging into the other's stomach. "How do you want it?" Mysterion asked his voice low and seductive.

"I want you buried deep inside of me." Gasped out the much larger boy, his legs spreading slightly so that Mysterion could still rub his hand against the growing bulge in the other's pants.

"Hm…Tell me how you want it though." Mysterion said with a playful scowl. His hands were slowly undoing The Coon's belt, he could hear the whimpered cries coming from the other boy as he began to slowly pull down his pants.

"I want you to fuck me, damn it, Mysterion, please, fuck me." He gasped out, and Mysterion was vaguely aware of the Cartman's tone coming through the muffled moans of The Coon's raspy tone.

"But do you want it hard…"

"Yes, I want you to fuck me hard!" The Coon yelled, and for a second, Mysterion wondered if anyone had heard him. His cock was tightening in his pants, and he silently cursed himself for being so turned on by The Coon's pleas. Quickly, he pulled The Coon's cock from his pants and ran his gloved hands over the milking appendage. He saw The Coon squirm on his back, looking with half glazed eyes back up at him. The boy was panting hard, and Mysterion could see the frustration in his eyes. "Hurry…" He whispered out, nearly begging for it.

"Mmmm, you look so tasty, Coon…" Mysterion said playfully, lowering his head so that he could lap at the pre-cum draining from The Coon's cock. The other boy mewled, thrusting his thick hips up in order to get more of the other's mouth.

Mysterion took in the taste of the other's cum. The salty sweet liquid that stung yet teased his senses. Slowly, he watched as The Coon panted on the roof top. "Please hurry Mysterion…I want you inside me." He begged, and Mysterion felt like digging his nails into that fat body.

His cock pulsed again and finally he decided that he had been patient enough. Quickly, he drew himself away from the other's cock, listening to the sound the other made as he did so. Another second and he was pulling himself free and inching towards' The Coon's tight body. Looking down, he noticed that the other's ass seemed to hold some level of irritation. The skin looked slightly brighter, the inflammation erupting from the inner circle. 'This will probably hurt him…' Mysterion thought as he began to inch his cock towards the other's entrance. He pushed The Coon's knee caps away, making sure to slicken his fingers with an extra amount of thick saliva. He ran the wet fingers against the other's entrance, slowly pushing in a finger in order to adjust the other's body a little better. 'I want to be rough, but I don't want to break him…' Mysterion thought miserably as he fought back the urge to completely buck his hips into the other's body.

"I-I can't wait…" The Coon breathed out with an exasperated sigh. He bucked his ass up, and the puckered lips sucked at the perfectly angled tip of Mysterion's cock.

Mysterion sucked in, and began to push himself into the other's body. Quickly, he pushed into the other's body, feeling the tightness of his entrance surrounding him. The feeling of the moist walls sucking on him soon drew him deeper, the want to fill The Coon with his cock becoming overwhelming. He bucked forward, feeling his balls slap against the other's round under mounds.

"Ah! Fuck me Mysterion!" The Coon yelled out, his inner walls growing tighter as he tightened them around Mysterion's cock.

The masked vigilante couldn't help but pull out and buck back into the other vigorously. His balls tightened as he leaned forward and pulled on The Coon's exposed hair. Yanking up, he forced the other towards him into an awkward angle. The other panted feebly, picking himself up and propping himself up onto his hands.

Mysterion watched as he bucked his hips into the other's tight body, making sure to add pressure to the other's body by using his free hand to press down onto the other's pelvis. "You're as tight as ever, you fat piece of shit."

"Ah! Touch my cock…" The Coon stammered out, and Mysterion paused for a slight second as the other spoke. Hesitantly, he get go of the other's hip and held a firm grasp on the other's cock. Slowly, he began to pump it with vigor.

He watched as the cock twitched within his grasp, becoming thicker and more slickened as he stroked it. He watched The Coon's blushing face as he bucked his cock deeper and deeper into the other's body. He gasped when he felt the wave of emotion erupt through his body and spill out of his cock as he thought of The Coon's smiling face and muttered words. 'Fuck.' Mysterion thought as his grip tightened and he tried to push the other over the edge to follow after him. He listened to the panted muttered phrases of his own name being said by The Coon in his disheveled state of mind. He watched as the other cam violently yet blissfully over his own hand and whatever was still exposed of his costume.

The both panted to one another, Mysterion watching The Coon as his blush deepened and a smile pressed onto his lips. "You gotta be rougher next time…" The Coon breathed out, and immediately, Mysterion felt the tightening of his balls consume his lower half.

'I think I love you…' Mysterion thought helplessly as The Coon panted and tried to sit up. Keeping on his knees, Mysterion felt himself bite his tongue as he thought of his moments with Cartman in the bathroom stall, wondering if he should bring it up or not. 'I need to confront this…' He thought miserably, his mind distancing from the thought when he noticed The Coon running a hand along his half hard cock.

"I can go again, if you're game?" He whispered out, biting his lip and causing Mysterion to gulp with temptation to ride the shit out of the other masked boy.

-End of chapter two.

As far as I know, there may be a chapter three. It's in more cases than one going to be a sum up of what's not explained or addressed within this chapter. However, since this chapter was supposed to be more of a requested chapter than anything (And I feel that it has not met the expectations of who had issued it, it may have to be re-done or put onto hiatus.) I'm sorry Cutegirly19/BarbieGirl1993 for directing this story so far from what you wanted; I hope that you did find at least a little enjoyment out of what happened thought. I will be waiting on your response.

Thank you again for your request, and as always, I hope to be hearing from you!

-Request Began: 12:02 am three, 26/13.

-Request Completed at: 8:23pm 4/7/13.

-D. D. Darkwriter

In all the times I've felt so right, I never could have been more wrong. I know you hate me, but maybe now, you'll fall for my twisted thoughts. I did mean to hurt you, but only because I know how much you love it.