(This one is a little... Gory... and... it has sexual content.)
Craig's POV
My name is Feldspar and I'm a level twelve thief.
Though since then, I've ranked up a few levels. They don't even suspect me anymore. The getup was getting kinda small on me, so I've had to make a new one, it's the same costume, but it's just fit for my... actions. My thievery.
"Hey Dude" Ah, Stanley summons me.
"Shh. I'm undercover." I smirk and hide behind him, using his jockey body to cover my lanky one.
"What?" Stan asks, looking around as if there's someone looking for me.
"I'm on a mission" I state, scanning the area so nobody sees.
"A mission? To do what?" Stan asks, trying his best to look back at me.
I hug him from behind "Your heart. I want it." I state, my hands going to where his heart is on his chest.
"It's already yours, Craig." Stan says
"That's Feldspar! I'm a level eighteen thief!" I correct him
"Apologies Feldspar, it seems as though Craig has my heart. But you'll have to take it." Stan says, playing along with my little game. I crawl over to his front side and my arms hook around his neck.
"Oh but little did you know he already stole you heart." I pull his head closer to mine, and just as we were about to kiss we got pelted by water balloons.
"Fags!" Cartman exclaims
"You're one to talk fatass!" Stan glares at him. I'd say something but I've never been good at comebacks.
Cartman rolls his eyes and continues walking with Kenny.
"Let's go to my house" Stan says, Taking my hand. I nod and we're off.
We get to his house and he tells his parents I'm here, he takes me upstairs and into his room, I shut the door behind me and remove my shoes.
"Craig you-" "Feldspar." "Feldspar, You can take off the outfit." Stan says, I sigh and take it off hesitantly, though I took it a bit too far, now I'm sitting next to him in my underwear. He glares at me with a smirk.
"What? You said take off my clothes." I state
"I meant just the silly costume but... this is good too, though..." he lays me down in the center of the bed and gets on top of me "There's a better view from this angle" he finishes
"What about this part?" I reach down past him and remove my underwear. He slides from my waist to my thighs to look at it.
"Such a nice thing..." he chuckles
"Want it?" I ask
"A little..." he answers
"Well then c'mon, I feel like losing my virginity" I wink at him
"So... am I topping, or are you?" Stan asks
"Just put your dick in me." I state
"With that tone you might as well be top." He smirks
"Stan..." I warn
"Fine, fine" Stan gets up and takes off his clothes, I watch as he does this and stare at his exposed body.
"Well, well, well" I chuckle and look at him, he gets on me and both his hands go by either side of my head, and he kisses me. My hands go to his chest as I return that kiss as heatedly and passionately as I can. I feel his hips grind into mine, causing me to let out an involuntary moan into his mouth. His skin against mine makes me feel thinks I've never felt before. I feel myself grow below, and as he grinds against me I feel him as well. His lips break from mine as they trail down to my neck.
I moan softly "Stan... Do you... do you have lube?"
He groaned and stopped to think, straddling me. "I think my parents do..." He gets up and puts on a robe, leaving and closing the door behind him, as not to expose me to anyone who might walk by. I cover myself with a blanket either way. He comes back holding a bottle of lube which is about three fourths empty.
"Jesus Christ... how much do they fuck?" I ask as he places it on the bedside table and throws the blanket to the side, exposing me once again and getting on top of me.
"Fucking often." Stan answers "I hear it every time" he adds "ah shit now I'm thinking about it, we killed my..." He looks downward, not wanting to say it, I roll my eyes.
"Erection?" I ask
"Yes." He answers
"Just fucking get it back, grind against me or something. I'll suck it." I suggest
"Yes! Do that." Stan says, rolling off me. I roll my eyes and sit up, straddling him. He hasn't laid back, he's sitting up, so I start at his neck and kiss down his body as he just watches, I get down to the base and lick all the way up to his tip. He shutters and groans, I lick in a circular motion around his tip a few times before taking it in my mouth, looking up at him with the most innocent face I could, I slowly take more and more of him into my mouth. Once he hits the back of my throat, I feel a little precum spurt out and run down my throat, causing me to gag slightly and pull off, coughing a bit.
"You okay?" He asks
"Yeah just... wasn't prepared." I chuckle
"I think I'm ready now..." Stan states
"For..?" There's a moment of silence "Oh yeah! Go ahead." I roll back to where I was initially, touching myself to get a bit harder, though I'm sure I'd get harder as he'd enter me. I watch as he takes the lube and massages himself with it, then takes some more and puts it over my entrance, sticking one finger in, causing me to shutter at the new feeling.
"Just... Just fuck me..." I say in a slight begging tone
"Are you sure? You don't want me to stretch you first?" Stan asks
"Just shove your dick in me." I look at him with a slight glare
"Okay okay..." he positions himself and shoves himself in as quick as he can, I yelp in pain and cover my mouth.
"Not that kind of shoving you fucking dick!" I begin to adjust on him
"Oh so I was supposed to go slow?" Stan asks
"It's preferable! I'm a virgin! I'm not stretched! You don't just go shoving that thing wherever you want!" I answer
"Okay, fine. Just tell me when you're ready" Stan says, I continue adjusting to the new feeling, Stan definitely isn't on the smaller side when it comes to dick size. He's not on the horribly big size either, he fits. If I had to guess I'd say he's roughly eight inches.
"Move." I instruct, he moves slowly at first, though after a bit of that slow movement it occurs to me that I don't like it soft. "Oh god just pound me.." I moan out, Stan follows orders and starts pounding me. My moans grow as I grip his arms tightly, making scratch marks down his arms. He lets out groans as he thrusts into me. They turn into whimpers of pleasure.
"Fuck Stan..." I moan out "I'm so close..." I add
He groans "Do you want me to... p-pull out?"
I guess it was respectful of him to ask, but there's really no real risk of having him cum inside me... I'm not gonna get pregnant, I'm not a chick.
"No... Cum... In-Inside me..." I beg, beginning to jerking myself off. He thrusts a bit harder and faster, after a few more thrusts I cum all over both of us, moaning his name, and he releases inside me. I shiver at that feeling. He pulls out and lays next to me, cuddling into me.
"Oh my god..." I pant out, closing my eyes
"God Craig.. that was amazing..." Stan says
"I'm so tired..." I groan and turn toward him
"Get some rest, little one..." Stan says, cuddling me, I fall asleep soon after.
~The Next Day~
Stan's POV
I wake up in a room that isn't my own, and I'm bound. I can't move, and I even try. I realize I'm shirtless and in tattered jeans.
"What the fuck?" I ask myself, a door opens, I can only tell because it isn't quiet, and light comes from behind me? Where the door must be, and it shuts, there's a loud lock and whoever has me in here is walking over here. This person goes over to a table and turns on a dim light, my eyes adjust before I realize who has me in here.
"Let me go Craig! This isn't funny!" I exclaim
"My name is Feldspar, And you have something I want." Craig responds
"What?! Whatever you want just take it and let me go!" Stan exclaims.
"Just take it? Okay." Craig picks up a scalpel.
"Craig... I love you... don't hurt me... please..." I beg
"You love Craig. But you said Feldspar had to take what he wants." Craig says
"Your name is fucking Craig Tucker! You aren't fucking Feldspar anymore you piece of shit!" I yell
"How rude. Fine. I'll take what I want and I'll be done. So will you." Craig glares at me.
Craig's POV
I take the scalpel and stick it below the clavicle on his right side, he lets out a yelp of pain and as I cut across to the other side of it. Blood pours from it and some gets on my costume.
"Ah! Gross you got it all over me!" I exclaim
"Stop!!! Please!!!" Stan pleads. I then put the scalpel below the middle of his incision and cut down to the bottom of his rib cage. Then I make an incision parallel to the one by his clavicle. Stan is sobbing, almost passed out from lack of blood.
"Sleeping so soon?" I ask "Tweek lasted longer than you did." I add
"You... did this to... Tweek?" Stan asks in tears, almost passed out
"I wanted his heart too, such a shame to see him go, Really. He was a nice kid" I answer
"You...insane...bastard..." Stan says
"I don't feel as though you really love me, so the only way to get what I want is to take it..." I say, opening the skin flaps and cutting through the muscles.
"I don't want to... die... ple-" Stan exhales another breath, his last breath. Good, now no more complaining. I get his muscles out of the way and break his ribs, to get to his organs. I get to his heart and cut the arteries and veins from it and take it out. Holding it closely and dearly to my heart, looking up at Stan's beautiful, lifeless face. I give him his last kiss before I take off his chains and put him in a bathtub of acid to dissolve his body, along with the pieces I had removed, I put the heart in the same box that Tweek's is in, with ice, different sections of course, Tweek's name is labeled as is Stan's. I close the cooler and switch my clothes.
I have to get a new costume soon.
