South Park: "Let Me Violate You" (Craig/Kenny) CHAPTER 1
Title: Let Me Violate You
Chapter: One
Fandom: South Park
Characters/Pairings: Kenny/Craig, Craig Tucker, Kenny McCormick, Bebe Stevens, Craig/Bebe friendship
Rating: R
Narrative: Craig's POV, first person
Genre: Romance
Length: 5 chapters
Warnings: Language, slash and mild sexual situations
Spoilers: Up to series 12, "Pandemic". Only a slight mention.
Disclaimer: I do not own South Park
Author's Note: Part 1.
Summary: When Craig agreed to go to a party with Kenny, he hadn't realised what Kenny's motives were. Part 1.
CHAPTER ONE
I shouldn’t have agreed. I knew it the second the word ‘yes’ came out of my mouth.
Now I’m standing in the middle of this drug-fest because of that little mistake. I should have realised, really. I suppose I’m just a stupid dipshit to not have figured it out. I hate that dick. I hate you, McCormick. Let that be known.
I had my moment of insanity last week. Kenny and I were smoking on the roof of the school while skipping history, as usual. Kenny liked the roof because he said it got him ‘completely wasted’ whenever he’d look over the edge. That prick has weird thrills. I don’t know why I bothered every fucking week; he’d just say trippy shit like that and then pawn some fags off me. I guess it’s because most of the people I hang out with are complete pussies. Clyde cries at fucking everything, Tweek has fits most of the time for some stupid reason or another, and Token used to be cool before having a girlfriend turned him into a pussy as well. Wendy has him fucking whipped. I think Kenny feels the same - I’d probably shoot myself if I had to hang out with the butt-buddies Stan and Kyle everyday, along with that complete pansy Butters and… fucking Eric Cartman. I think I rest my case.
Anyway, Kenny was being unusually quiet that day, he just sat there smoking my cigarette and staring at the sky. I thought there was something wrong with him at first. Then he just turned to me, and out of the blue, just said,
“Want to come to a party tonight?” I have no idea why the hell I agreed. Guess I didn’t really think about it. If I had, I’d have probably run a mile. Everyone knows the ‘parties’ that Kenny goes to are just excuses for a hell of a lot of people who don’t know each other to just get stoned or drunk. Yet, I still said yes. Had nothing better to do really, and I really wanted to get out of the house that night. It was Monday, which meant my Dad would come home with the back-to-work blues and get angry at everything, taking all his rage out on the rest of us. I couldn’t be bothered to deal with that shit, and this party seems like a good excuse as any.
I still didn’t think anything of it during the rest of the day. I finally figured out what a fucked up idea this was when I got there. It was someone’s house, the name I did not recognise, in Kenny’s area of town. Also known as, the street for the alcoholics and poor people. The house seemed to be alive - it was full of bright lights and the sheer noise coming from it was insane. I had been careful where I walked, even just up to the door - people were passed out on the ground or just running around like batshit psychos. When I got in the fucking place, it was no better. It smelled very strongly of piss and people didn’t stop ramming into me.
I didn’t recognise anyone for a while. I asked a few strangers if they’d seen him, which resulted mostly in them laughing, falling on top of me, or vomiting quite violently. Thankfully I managed to avoid most of that. Eventually I found him, locked in a kiss with some girl I didn’t know. Hell, he probably didn’t know her either. I just stood there and waited for them to finish, flipping him my middle finger all the while. Had nothing else to do, and I figured it was easier to just stand still in this place. When he finally pulled away after what felt like fucking ages, he just laughed at me and lumbered over. He was obviously wasted out of his mind, he couldn’t walk straight and I had to hold him up when he reached me.
“Craig! Buddy!” He yelped excitedly while ruffling my hair, which I did not appreciate one bit. Fucking tosser. I wasn’t sure if he was shouting because of the alcohol or just the noise. The stench of beer raged off him, even I wrinkled my nose and I’m generally used to the smell. “You made it!”
“Yep. Here I am.” I said monotonously. I’d been here about five minutes and I was fucking bored.
“So glad you could make it!” His grin was one I could not recognise.
“Whatever.” I muttered, struggling to hold him up. I couldn’t do it if he wouldn’t stop fucking moving around.
“Enjoying the party?”
“No.” I replied honestly.
“Well, that’s just because you haven’t had anything to drink yet!” He made a grab at a bottle in someone else’s hands and forced it into my free one. “There. Better?”
“No.” I said again. I doubted that unless I got as wasted as he obviously was, that this party could get any better. He just laughed at me and wrapped his arm around my neck. The motion was faster than I’d expected, so he caught me off guard. He quickly, the sort of blink-and-you’ll-miss-it kind of thing, moved his head closer and licked my ear. It startled me so much that I dropped the bottle he’d handed me.
“Sick, dude.” I growled, while wiping my ear. The bastard just laughed even harder. Some chick came over to us then, saying Kenny’s name in what I guessed was supposed to be a seductive tone. It didn’t really work, but Kenny accepted it anyway, removing his arm from my neck and following her into the crowd.
I was pretty pissed off after that, so I stormed out of the house. Well, not really that fast since I had to fight through the gaggle of people, but anyway. I was about to just go home, when I remembered my Dad would be there. I’d planned to stay out until the small hours, when I knew he’d be asleep. Fuck, now what was I supposed to do? Stay here, or go home to that? I stuck with the lesser of two evils; I did as Kenny had done and grabbed a bottle of vodka off a guy who probably wouldn’t notice it was gone, plopped myself down on the snow and started to drink. It was kind of better out here, at least there was some fresh air.
I sat like that for a good ten minutes at least. I was toying with the idea of just finishing the entire bottle off in one go, just to forget how bored I was, when I was rudely interrupted.
“Having fun, are we?” I reluctantly looked up, and was surprised for about a whole second before turning back to my bottle.
“What do you want?” I grumbled. I was in a bad mood and I wasn’t going to hide it. To my annoyance, she sat down beside me.
“Need any help with that?” She said, gesturing to the drink in my hand. The amused smile on her face just irritated me more.
“Piss off.” I said, flipping her the finger, just in case she hadn’t got the message. As Kenny had done, she just laughed. It was getting fucking annoying. Bebe Stevens wasn’t someone I generally spoke to and I didn’t want to start now. She was one of those girls at school who was obsessed with how they look, clothes and shoes and all that shit. I don’t get girls most of the time - how can doing all that to yourself be fun? I still was making a point of not really looking at her, but from what I saw briefly, tonight was no exception. She was wearing loads of make-up and a short skirt. Huh. Once in the fourth grade, we all thought she was cool, but now she’s just like the rest of them again.
“Seriously, though,” She muttered, still with that damn smile on her face. “What are you doing out here on your own?” I decided that maybe if I just ignored her, the bitch would leave me alone. “You want me to guess?” She giggled. “Okay, well, you’ve just been rejected by some girl you like?” I still said nothing. She seemed to be enjoying herself far too much. “You… just want to get wasted?” I thought about just getting up and walking away. “Hmm… Kenny invited you, but he’s completely smashed?”
That caught me off guard. I jumped in the air a bit, which caused her to laugh again. The amount that people were laughing at me tonight, you’d think I was a fucking comedian.
“What did you say?” I asked, actually looking at her for once. She leaned back and smiled coyly.
“Ah, I’m right, aren’t I?” How the hell did she know that?
“No.” I muttered, taking another drink.
“I thought so.” She was silent for a moment, but finally curiosity got the better of me.
“How did you know that?” She hesitated for a moment, pressing her finger to her chin, as if she was thinking about it.
“Well, Kenny invites quite a few people he likes to these parties.” She replied. I raised my eyebrow at her. “They don’t normally come, though. I’m surprised you said yes. Why did you?”
“None of your business.” I grumbled. I felt like an idiot, then, to have actually agreed. Apparently the others had been smarter than me. Bebe gasped suddenly.
“You like him!” She grinned ear to ear.
“What?” I actually coughed out some of the drink then.
“You like Kenny!” She sort of sing-songed this. I felt downright horrified.
“What the fuck? No I don’t!” I nearly yelled at her. Where’d she get that from?
“Oh, that’s a shame.” She sighed. I decided to try to ignore her again. “Because he obviously likes you.” Okay, forget the ignoring idea.
“No he fucking doesn’t.” I replied, somewhat harshly, but never mind.
“He does. It’s like I said before, he only invites people he likes to these parties.”
“You’re wrong.” I stated simply. She smiled at me in a sort of knowing way, I wanted to wipe that smug grin off her face so badly then. “Why would he though? To a place like this?” I cursed my mouth for not waiting for my brain’s permission to speak.
“I don’t know. I guess… since it’s the way he lives most of the time, he’s just giving an insight.” She said, still with that fucking smile. I just grunted in response. After a minute of considering what she’d said, I just muttered,
“Kenny’s straight.”
“Yeah, right.” Bebe laughed again. “If you are really that blind, then I’ll spell it out. Kenny likes dick as well.”
“I guess I’m just blind.” I stated, trying to come off as uninterested.
“Really? He’s made out with a few guys in our class, even. Butters wasn’t exactly subtle about it.” She stated. Kenny and Butters? Really? God I really must’ve missed something. Kenny liked men, then? I guess that wasn’t much of a shock. I already knew he was a whore, anyway. I suppose I had heard him hitting on Stan and Kyle a few times, but I hadn’t really thought he was serious at the time.
“So… bisexual, huh?” I muttered, drinking again.
“Got it in one.”
Kenny didn’t like me… in that way, right? She must have been mistaken. That was just fucking stupid. Okay, so apparently he’s bisexual now, but that doesn’t change anything. Just because I’m male it doesn’t automatically mean he wants me. Bebe just jumped to conclusions, that’s all it is, I had thought. I decided that it wasn’t worth thinking about, it was obviously such a stupid idea.
I was removed from my thoughts when she starting speaking again.
“So, come here often?” She grinned.
“Fuck you.” I replied, just wanting to leave now. I stood up and tied my shoelaces.
“You leaving?” She asked, sounding a little disappointed. I stopped and thought for a second. As bad as this shit was, it would be worse at home. I couldn’t be bothered to walk all that way just to get something thrown at me. I sighed, and sat down again.
“No.” I started to drink again. I was doing well - about halfway through the bottle. Thankfully, Bebe realised that I really wasn’t in the mood to talk to her, and she stood up instead.
“See you round.” She patted me briefly on the shoulder, and leant down to whisper in my ear. “He likes you.” I just grunted again as she walked away. What did she know, anyway?
Fuck, this was boring. I nearly wanted Bebe to come back again. I sighed, thinking I would need some more alcohol soon. If Kenny really was planning to rape me, I would need to be hammered. The idea of Kenny doing that was enough to make me laugh for a minute though. At least Bebe had given me something amusing to think about.
At that moment, Kenny came charging outside. As expected, he was still fucking wobbling around, a stupid grin plastered on his face. When he saw me, he reacted in the same way as before. He made a beeline for me, looking positively ecstatic as he did so.
“Craaaaig!” He cooed, dropping onto the snow beside me. He lay down and put his arms behind his head to support himself. “I’m fucking wasted.” He chuckled.
“I’d noticed.”
“How’re you doing?” His voice had taken on an overly happy tone that didn’t really fit him.
“I’m fucking pissed off.” I said, frowning at him. Kenny pushed himself into a sitting position and looked me right in the eye.
“Why? What’s wrong?” His voice seemed to return more to normal now.
“Because this party fucking blows.” I stated honestly. At that, Kenny shuffled closer to me until his knees were touching mine.
“I’m sorry.” He muttered. I wasn’t comfortable with how close his face had gotten to mine. “I thought you’d like it.”
“Why?” I scoffed slightly. He ignored my question.
“I could liven it up a bit for you.” He grinned again.
“How?” I asked uncertainly. I moved slightly away from him, but he just followed me. I was suddenly very aware of the fact that he was shirtless and of way he was looking at me. Bebe couldn’t have been right, could she? He said nothing, but, to my horror, he reached round and started to trace my jaw line with his index finger.
“You know.” He whispered huskily. I started to panic. What the fuck was going on? “I want you, Craig.” He whispered, and from the look in his eyes, I knew it was true. This was not just drunken flirting, Kenny’s eyes were yearning for me, bearing into my own. In my horror, I just sat there, as his face bore closer and closer to mine. Yet when I felt a warm pressure on my lips, in that instant, I was brought back to earth. I jumped up, and ran round the back of the house. I hoped to God he was too drunk to follow me.
So that’s how I ended up standing here, alone, in the dark. Feeling absolutely horrified and violated.