The Heat Feels Good(Kyle x Cartman) CONTINUED~completed

Ignored

Kyle's POV

The next day I woke up feeling shitty. I checked my temperature, and it was normal, so I assume I just feel shitty for no reason today. Even though I felt like absolute dog feces, I went over to my computer and began the project. I didn't bother texting Cartman, because not only is he ignoring me, but he wouldn't help even if  we weren't basically avoiding each other. I found a town to research and went to work, getting the history, founding and all other information written down. I knew that if Cartman were to come to school tomorrow with no knowledge about our project whatsoever, he'd for sure fail. Then he'd blame me and make my life hell for it. Since I don't want to pour any gasoline on the fire, I guess I can swallow my feelings long enough that we can do this project and get everything memorized. Since Cartman won't answer my texts, I should just call him instead.

I picked up my phone, and went to my contacts. I remember the day I got this phone and was getting basically everyone's numbers. I was so excited I just went around asking everyone in my grade for their numbers, just for the sake of it. I made sure to add contact photos to my friend's numbers. I remember taking pictures with Kenny and Stan, but Cartman didn't want to take one with me, so I settled with sneaking a picture when he wasn't looking, but he saw at the last second and moved his hand in front of the camera. It came out as a blur for the most part, but his face was clearly visible and in a slight frown. The longer I looked at his face, the more I saw. He looked angry when I first took it, and afterwards, but if I look closely, I can see a small curve at the end of his lips. As if he was trying not to smile. That one millisecond said a thousand words about Cartman, and I kept the picture as his contact photo all the way up to now, unlike Stan and Kenny's whom I've changed over the years. To me, it's a symbol of our friendship, and who Cartman really is.

I pressed the phone to my ear after pressing the call button and waited for him to pick up. It went straight to voicemail, so I assume he declined the call like a little bitch. Groaning, I figured I have to go back to his house and force him to work with me. Before I left, I made sure to stop by my dads office and let him know I was leaving. He thought I was leaving to hang with friends, so I guess I don't have to be home for a while. With the way this weekend has been going, I don't see that as something that'll be happening.

I slipped into my orange coat and made my way to Cartman's house. On my way there, I was reminded of the last time I walked this path. After I sucked his balls. I shuddered and tried not to remind myself of the incident. It's best to just forget it ever happened, but how can I just forget something like that? 

It was too important

 Too major 

Too phenomenal

 I'd do it again, honestly. Not right now, of course, but eventually. 

On his doorstep, I took a deep breath, and knocked. Nobody answered, so I figured his mom wasn't home, and knocked louder. Nobody answered again, so I went out to his front lawn, grabbed a small rock, and chucked it at his window. Finally, he answered with a messy bedhead. I guess he was sleeping, but how did he decline my call then? I guess he just went back to sleep afterwards.

"What the fuck do you want Kahl?" He yelled. His voice was raspy, probably from just waking up.

"We have a project due fatass!" I retorted. He groaned, then retreated back into the house and came downstairs to open the door. He was still in his nighttime clothes, so that definitely means he was just asleep. I stepped into the house, and turned my phone on so I could get the notes pulled up.

"How come you ignored my texts and calls?" I asked him. He didn't answer, as he was chugging milk from the carton in the kitchen. When he finished his disgusting habit, he walked right past me and flopped on his couch, switching the TV on and totally ignoring my question.

"Hello?"

"Hm?"

Finally, he's responding to me like a decent fucking human being. How the hell did I ever like sucking this douche's balls?

"Why are you ignoring me?" I asked sternly. I moved in front of the TV so he has to look at me, and the look on his face is so....unreadable. He looks scared, or is it uncomfortable. Whatever it is, it makes my expression soften. I'm not sure what it is about Cartman showing genuine fear towards me, but I just want to make is go away. It's such an alien expression on him. Despite how I felt about the way he reacted, I didn't move or change my glare. I need him to understand that I'm pissed at him. Suddenly, he changes from shocked to sinister. 

"Better sit down and get to work before I leak the videos to all of our friends Kahl~."

He surprises me for a second, but I keep my stance and grow closer to him. I can tell by the way his pupil dilate that he's holding back something. 

If only I could tell what

"I'm not dicking around Cartman. I want to know why you're avoiding me, and why you're avoiding the question. Quit being a little pussy and answer me!"

I felt myself being knocked over and I was on my back faster than I had time to grasp it. I lost the confidence I had mere seconds ago, and felt my stomach drop when I focused my gaze and found brown piggy eyes staring back at me intensely. At this point I noticed that Cartman was on top of me, holding my wrists above my head with only one hand and rendering me completely at his mercy.

"Don't talk down to me like a child Jew! I am your master, remember?! Now, the next thing that comes out of your mouth better be 'Yes master'. If not, I'm gonna send the video of you pleasuring yourself to the thought of me to your mom, your dad, your brother and your dumbass boyfriend. Do I make myself clear?"

I froze. The words grew stuck in my throat. This is one of those rare times where I'm entirely and utterly helpless, and Cartman is just radiating raw power over me.

 In his voice

In his eyes

In his hold

 Everything just screams 'Dominate', and it's terrifying. I've seen what Cartman is capable of when he gets this way, and I can't help but tremble under him like a child. A small child, being yelled at by his mom for not cleaning his room. My heart starts to beat so fast it doesn't even sound like it's beating anymore. Heat builds on my face, and I can't breathe.

"Y-yes.....master." I squeak out. Cartman gets off of me and my wrists start to ache because of how tight he was holding them. He moved back to the couch and lies on his stomach. I pull out my phone, with shaky hands might I add, and pull up the notes to read to Cartman.

"A-alright, I already have the research part done, b-but you need to memorize some things or Mr. Garrison will get suspicious. I-I'm gonna read some of the notes to you, and you just need to remember them, m-master."

Cartman buried his face in the armrest after I said that, but I started to read off the notes, praying that he's actually gonna remember this and not totally blow it.

After we'd rehearsed some of the things he'd need to remember, he sent me off. He did it in such a weird way. The second we were done, he ordered I go home, and when I asked why he just yelled at me to do what he said or he'll leak the videos. I swear, those videos are just getting me to bow to his will now. I'd better get some dirt on him or something soon before I end up cooking his meals and shit too.