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Silence rang heavy in a large room, the lighting dim across dark coloured walls. Many men in deep red suits and black ties were lined along the strip of matching red carpet that led from the entrance to a large cushioned chair. On that chair sat a man, red curls slicked back to reveal a face void of any emotion as he watched another tremble on the ground before him.

Dressed in a black suit and dark red tie, the man's presence screamed pure power. Even in his relaxed posture- leaned back in the chair with one knee crossed over the other, no one dared to do much as breathe wrong in fear of joining the cowering man on the carpet. His green eyes burned anyone who dare meet his gaze, finding a form of sick pleasure at the way he could so easily look down to others.

Long legs unfolded, the man appreciating the way the other flinched where he knelt. They were crossed once again in the opposite way, one hand lifting from the arm of the chair to rest a sharp jaw coated in neatly trimmed red hairs against a fist. A small whimper was heard from the man on the floor, head bowed in fear.

"K-Kyle, please, have mercy..." The man broke the silence with a plea.

"How dare you call him-"

Kyle lazily rose his free hand to halt the words of the man standing at his side, gaze never straying from the brunette in front of him.

"R-Right, I mean Mr. Broflovski- Boss- Sir- I will never disappoint you again. I swear. Please, I'm so, so sorry." The man begged.

Kyle's hand dropped back to the arm rest, watching the cowering man quietly. He examined every distressed feature across the sweating face, enjoying the way fear became more clear in those blue eyes as each painfully silent second passed. He knew how agonizing it was for the man to be unsure of what was to come, and he savoured the terrified breaths that sounded. Patience always produced the sweetest rewards.

Kyle's gloved fingers began to drum on the chair, watching as each tap seemed to grate at the grovelling man. He had already decided what he was going to do as soon as the news reached his ears, but what harm was there in having a little fun? Instilling pure fear into those around him did more than please him, it also helped maintain his reputation. Just the mere sight of his face had the streets cleared for his steps, like his father before him.

It had been difficult at first with the sudden death of his father, needing to gain the trust that the men had for their previous boss. How could they so easily follow someone just because he was the son of their leader? The man that they had respected for ten years was gone, and they were lost. Kyle was younger than his father had been when the group was created, which made things even more complicated. But after six long years, he was finally where he wanted to be. Feared and worshiped by the entire state- his father would be proud.

Kyle finally dropped the other hand that was keeping his head rested to straighten himself, uncrossing his legs while the man on the floor shook. He pushed himself up from the chair, black dress shoes echoing in the silent room. His hands raised to adjust the leather gloves clinging to them, relaxed gaze remaining on the man refusing to meet his eyes.

Kyle stopped in front of the kneeling man, letting out a quiet sigh that had the brunette flinching. He leaned down, reaching forward to grab the quivering chin and tilt it up. Their eyes finally met, and he tipped his head slightly.

"B-Boss, I'm sorry-"

"I'm no longer your boss." Kyle stated.

The terror that filled those eyes was satisfying, releasing the man's chin to stand up straight once again. Heavy breaths began to sound from below, and Kyle raised a leg to press his foot against the other's chest. He pushed with all his might, slamming the man's back to the floor. A choked gasp left the brunette, hands instantly flying to grip Kyle's ankle.

"Ple-ase..!" The man begged breathlessly.

Kyle pressed his foot down harder, face remaining as relaxed as always. He soon raised it, only to slam it back down. The man gasped in pain, Kyle repeating the action. The second harsh strike had the sound of cracking bones reaching his ears, and he let out a quiet hum of approval. When the third stomp landed, a small scream was gifted to him.

"I.. I can't- B-Boss.."

Kyle reached behind himself, lifting the suit jacket out of the way so he could wrap his fingers around the thick metal tucked away in the hem of his pants. He pulled it out and brought it forward, aiming the barrel of his pistol at the man squirming in pain.

"Tell me why you are apologizing." Kyle demanded.

The man attempted to suck in a breath, only to choke on what Kyle assumed was blood. The splotches of red that soon coated quivering lips was telling of his correct guess.

"I-" The man swallowed. "I stole fro- from you to se-ell my own coke. I'm so- ngh -so sorry."

Kyle nodded before pointing the gun between the man's eyes.

"Have... mer-"

A loud shot rang through the room, and Kyle watched as the head dropped back. Blood began to seep from the wound, soaking into the open blue eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. He removed his foot from the lifeless body, pulling his gun closer to himself. He briefly admired the red Broflovski engraved into the barrel, lifting his free hand to wave.

Two men instantly stepped forward, their heads bowed as they quickly got to work lifting the limp body. Kyle tucked his gun back into its previous spot, watching while the traitor was carried out of the two large doors. They passed by a woman standing on the other side, greeting her formally before taking their leave.

The redheaded woman stared at the lifeless body as it was removed, and Kyle let out a sigh. He raised a hand, extending two fingers. He only had to wait a moment before a cigarette was placed between them, and he brought it to his lips as she turned to enter the room. A lit match was brought forward, and he used it to burn the end of the stick.

Kyle nodded towards the door, the many men in the room using the cue to leave. He inhaled a puff of smoke, exhaling before the woman stopped in front of him. She looked up so their eyes could meet, waiting until the doors finally shut and they were left alone.

"I wish you would tell me when you're planning on killing one of your men." She huffed.

"Sorry, Ma, it was a little urgent." Kyle said.

"What did he do?" Sheila asked, crossing her arms.

Kyle placed the butt between his lips for another drag. "Stole from me. Tried to start his own business."

The smoke was blown away from his mother, but she still waved her hand to rid of the cloud.

"If you're going to ignore when I ask you to stop smoking, you could at least do it outside." She tutted.

Kyle only stared at her, flicking the ash to the carpet below. He brought it up to inhale once again, watching her face turn slightly sour.

"What kind of man have you turned into, disrespecting your mother. You used to be my little Bubbe."

Kyle exhaled through his nose, pinching the cherry to snuff it. "I became who I was supposed to be."

Sheila's eyes softened, plucking the unlit cigarette from his fingers. "I know things have gotten hard after what happened to your father, but that doesn't mean you have to be someone you're not."

Kyle's jaw shifted slightly. "He was murdered. The only way to find out who did it was to become the new boss."

Sheila's free hand raised to place over his cheek, and he fought not to pull away.

"You'll drive yourself to an early grave just like him if you keep this up." She said softly. "I'm just worried about you, Bubbe."

Kyle's shoulders relaxed slightly.

"I know." He replied just as quiet.

Sheila's hand dropped from his cheek, letting out a quiet breath. She gave him a small smile, and he wanted to return one of his own, but he couldn't bring himself to do it.

"I think what you need is a proper distraction." She nodded. "When are you going to find yourself a wife? I want grandkids before I die, you know."

Kyle rolled his eyes, stepping away from her to begin striding towards the entrance. He heard her following after, soft snickers sounding from his prying mother.

"I can find you a nice woman. The Cotswolds have a daughter your age." She said happily, her steps matching his speed.

"That timid girl?" He scoffed. "Right."

"Are you more into men? I know you like both, so there's plenty for picking." Sheila continued.

They finally reached the doors, and Kyle pushed them open, annoyance beginning to grate at him. His two undermen- Stan and Scott -were waiting quietly on either side of the doors, neither of their gazes moving from ahead.

"My friend Liane said her son recently came back to town after graduating seventeen years ago. I don't know much about him, but-"

"Ma," Kyle cut her off, "I'm not interested in anyone." He sighed.

Her shoulders dropped, and Kyle raised a hand to give a short wave. He watched as the two men took their leave, slipping through the exit that led outside.

"I just don't want you to be lonely." She said sadly.

Kyle had never necessarily felt lonely before, too focused on what happened to his father. He had spent the last six years looking, he refused to give up until he found out who it was. The last thing on his mind was a spouse, his desires were easily fulfilled at the snap of his fingers. He owned many prostitutes, so what was the point of a partner?

"I have some more business to take care of." Kyle said.

Sheila sighed once again, and he was surprised to see her lift the cigarette to her lips. She pulled out a lighter from her pocket, and he rose an eyebrow when she lit it.

"Don't look at me like that." She spoke through the smoke. "I'm allowed to scold you for a bad habit, even if I do it. I'm your mother."

Kyle watched as she spun around to march her way through the corridor, disappearing around a corner. He stared for only a moment longer before turning to take his own leave. He followed after where his two men left, pushing open the door to temporarily fill the area with sunlight. He had a couple more "errands" to do before he could finally relax.

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A metal door in a hidden basement alleyway was pushed open by Stan, and Kyle stepped through. His sinuses instantly burned from that familiar chemical smell, listening as the door was closed and two sets of footsteps halted just behind himself. He led the two men further into the room, stopping in front of another door that was covered in peeling wood.

Kyle raised a hand to knock twice, waiting only seconds before it was opened to reveal a blonde man with flecks of grey mixed into the roots. A crooked smile lifted his sweating face, eyes flicking away.

"Mr. Broflovski, you're early." The man commented with a crackle in his voice.

Kyle observed his supplier- Jack -skeptically, waving a gloved hand to motion for the other to move. The silent command was quickly obeyed, stepping aside to allow him entry. He strolled inside, examining the different tables with many tools and chemicals scattered about. The fluorescent light above was irritating- he loathed the monthly visits to the cramped lab.

"I, uh, I'll grab your supply." Jack spoke quickly, shuffling his way to another room.

The sound of small clanks reached Kyle's ears, slipping one hand into the pocket of his suit pants. His eyes began to feel the burning from his sinuses, and he sniffled uncomfortably. It seemed that the blonde had been extra busy lately, the fumes normally not as potent.

"What's that smell?" Scott announced in annoyance.

Kyle glanced at the slightly taller redhead, the other man pinching his nose in disgust.

"S-Sorry! I've been experimenting with new stuff lately." Jack called from the other room.

"Fuckin' stinks." Scott grumbled.

Kyle silently agreed with the other. He had no idea what was being practiced, but it definitely wasn't anything he would ever sell. It smelt like if it was ingested, then the recipient would dance gleefully in dreamland while they bled from every pore.

A loud thud caught Kyle's attention, and he moved his gaze to the man struggling to pull a large black suitcase around the corner. It clattered against the wall, Kyle's foot tapping a few times impatiently. The blonde huffed when he stopped close to the other, planting the plastic casing in front of Kyle.

"That's all of it." Jack confirmed. "You can just hand me m-my money and be on your way."

Kyle watched as the man stepped away, gaze refusing to meet his own. It wasn't anything new, but the flickering eyes were much different than just a normal averted stare. The sweat along Jack's skin wasn't from any drug usage, either, the drops too few in numbers.

Kyle's hand pulled from his pocket and raised, halting Stan's movements. He watched as Jack's eyes flicked to the briefcase in Stan's hold, hands clenching into fists. He used his other hand to motion towards the suitcase in front of him, Scott making quick work to reveal the contents.

A thick bag covered in tape was held out to Kyle, and he reached into the hidden breast pocket inside of his suit jacket. He pulled out a switchblade, flicking it open before pointing it at the bundle. He dragged the recently sharpened blade across the plastic, slowly exposing the white powder that was hidden beneath. The knife dug into the bag to scoop a small pile, bringing it closer to inspect.

"Some-something wrong?" Jack asked nervously.

Kyle looked back towards the blonde, noting how Jack's head quickly snapped away. He placed the powder back with the rest, turning to make his way closer to the other man. He stopped directly in front of Jack, the blonde beginning to tremble. Kyle brought the knife closer, pressing the tip to the cheek covered in grey hairs.

"I was going to ask the same thing." Kyle said, tracing the blade down to Jack's jaw.

The prominent adams apple bobbed when Jack swallowed. "O-Of course there's nothing wrong, Boss."

Kyle hummed. "That so?" He dragged the blade down further to the other man's neck.

"Yeah, I-"

"You seem awfully nervous." Kyle commented.

"I, uh, I mean- you're a v-very intimidating man, Boss..." Jack spoke quietly, eyes refusing to leave the wall to the side.

"You wouldn't happen to give me something I didn't ask for, did you?" Kyle rose an eyebrow curiously.

"A-Absolutely n-"

"Because if you did," Kyle interrupted, "and I found out later, that wouldn't be good. Would it?"

Jack quickly shook his head, finally turning it to face Kyle. Their eyes still didn't meet, the blonde staring hard at Kyle's tie.

"No, sir." He agreed.

Kyle nodded, wiping any residue from the blade along Jack's shirt before pulling the knife away. He flicked it closed as Jack let out a breath, tucking it back in its original spot and striding back over to Scott. He grabbed the unopened end of the bag still held out for him, turning back towards the blonde man. Jack's eyes kept glancing between the bag in his palm and the suitcase, and Kyle's suspicions were practically confirmed.

He lazily strolled closer to Jack once again, the other man taking a small step back in fright. Kyle lightly shifted the bag in his palm, feeling the weight in his shoulder as he held it up at his side. He stopped in front of the blonde for the second time, tipping his head slightly.

"I'm feeling generous today." Kyle said. "Why don't you have some?" He held out the bag towards the other.

Jack shook his head again. "I couldn't p-possibly accept such a... great gift from you, uh, Boss."

Kyle tilted the bag closer. "I insist."

Jack released an uncomfortable laugh. "No thanks, rea- Ah!"

Kyle let out a small sigh of disappointment as he wrenched Jack's head back, his fingers fisted tightly into greasy blonde locks. The man gasped in pain, and Kyle used the opportunity to shove the opening of the bag into the open mouth. He held his breath and leaned his head back when a small puff of white blew from the corners of Jack's mouth, feeling hands wrap tightly around his raised forearm in an attempt to remove the tainted drugs.

"What's wrong?" Kyle asked casually when the cloud cleared. "I figured someone like you would appreciate free coke."

Jack choked on the mouthful of powder, squirming helplessly under Kyle's strong hold.

"I mean, the only reason you would deny gifted drugs is if they were somehow.." Kyle leaned closer, "laced?"

Bloodshot brown eyes stared into his own desperately, silently begging to be released. Kyle only pushed down harder, tugging Jack's head back once again to open his mouth wider. The blonde gagged against the plastic, fingers digging into Kyle's arm.

Kyle used the slight momentum that was created to shove Jack back with the bag still firmly squished into his mouth, a loud thud sounding when he crashed into a box and the cement floor. He quickly pulled the bag from his mouth, throwing it to the side before beginning to frantically wipe at his tongue. He coughed and gagged, tears sliding down his cheeks and creating clear lines in the whiteness coating his skin.

Kyle's hand raised to inspect the black leather covering it, satisfied to see that none of the contents had clung to his glove. The last thing he wanted to do was ruin them with cheap shit. He relished in the heaving that sounded at his feet, lifting one leg to kick Jack on to his side. Kyle crouched closer to the trembling figure, arms resting on his bent knees.

"Speak." He demanded easily.

Jack was swallowing rapidly, greedily gulping any air that managed to squeeze its way into his pathetic lungs. He stared up at Kyle, that familiar look of fear swirling in those watering eyes.

"I-I had to cu-ut costs for my experi-riments, so I didn't ha-have a choice but to a-add it." Jack's words were garbled as he spoke. "B-But, I promise I'll make- gh -you some really good shit that'll.. be a-a-a hit! It'll make you m-more money then you'll know wha-at to do with. It-"

"You lied to me." Kyle stated.

Jack's breath caught, eyes widening in horror. "N-No! No, sir! I didn't- I mean, i-it wasn't really a lie.. I just d-didn't have enough ca- ack -cash for pure-"

"You know my rules about mixing." Kyle said quietly.

Jack's panting was heavy, body trembling and skin becoming more damp as each second passed. His face had turned pale so fast that Kyle wondered how much fentanyl had actually been inside.

"I..." Jack gasped. "I'm sorry.."

Kyle shook his head slightly, rising from his crouched position.

"P-Please, gimme an-another chance.." Jack pleaded.

Kyle lifted one foot before using it to kick Jack again, back pressing to the floor. He then placed his foot to the sweating throat, slowly applying more pressure to the area.

"No second chances." Kyle stated.

Jack's jaw dropped open, hands snapping to Kyle's leg. The blonde began to desperately claw at the fabric of his pants, but he only pressed down harder. The choked noises that left the man echoed in the quiet room, body almost flailing in an attempt to free from the suffocating hold.

Kyle nodded to Scott without taking his eyes away from Jack, and he listened as the other redhead quickly strode over. The struggling halted as Jack's legs were held down, fingers digging harder into his leg. Chapped lips began to turn blue from a mixture of lack of oxygen and the flowing fentanyl, hips bucking and eyes rolling back. More tears slid down Jack's cheeks, mouth opening and closing as he attempted to pull in air but to no avail.

Finally, after what felt like much too long, Jack went limp. Kyle pressed down harshly one final time to confirm the body was lifeless, humming in approval when there was no reaction. He pulled his foot away, glancing at Scott rising from the ground.

"Clean this up." Kyle motioned to the body.

"Yes, sir." Scott replied, rolling up the red sleeves of his suit. "Man, what a dumbass."

Stan huffed a small laugh. "Seriously. I can't believe he thought he could actually pull it off."

"What a shame, that's one less form of profit." Scott sighed dramatically, leaning down to wrap his hands under Jack's shoulders.

"He's easily replaceable." Stan shrugged.

"Y'know," Scott grunted as he dropped Jack on to a nearby couch, "I'm wondering how you knew they were laced, Boss?"

Kyle brushed off the invisible dust from his black suit jacket. "Body language. If you can't even pick up on that," He adjusted the front of the clothing, "then you have no chance of becoming the next leader."

Scott clicked his tongue in annoyance, turning away from the shorter redhead.

Kyle knew he had struck a nerve in Scott, and that was another reason he wouldn't allow the group to be run by the other man. Scott had voiced the thought of taking over after Kyle, but the lack of mental strength held him back from agreeing to the offer. He didn't want the Broflovski name tainted, after all. Kyle was deeply feared by many, but he was also very respected. He wasn't a bad man. Unless he needed to be, of course.

"Find a replacement." Kyle said to Stan.

"Yes, sir." Stan nodded, reaching into his pocket to pull out his phone.

Kyle watched the dark haired man exit the room, glancing at Scott one final time before following after Stan.

"One hour." Kyle informed.

He exit through the first door, striding across the small room before walking through the second one. He closed the metal door behind him, breathing in the stale air of the basement alleyway. It was a small relief to his sinuses, turning to make his way down the stone street.

Kyle's eyes were glued to Stan's back as they made their way towards the exit of the alley, only a few steps behind the other man. Their shoes echoed softly in the open area covered in stone and bits of moss, the alley dimly lit by dirty old lights. The brightness that shone in from the entrance illuminated the stairs that led outside, and Kyle was happy that the issue was finally dealt with. He hated underground alleyways, they always brought back bad memories.

Stan began to ascend the stairs, and Kyle followed after the other. Fresh air finally filled his lungs, taking the last few steps before halting at the top. He watched Stan continue towards the black Mercedes parked close by, and he took a moment to clear his burning sinuses.

Kyle inhaled deep one final time before beginning to make his way towards the vehicle, striding down the mostly empty sidewalk. As he grew closer to his destination, he grunted when something bumped into his shoulder. He glanced to the side in frustration, spotting a brunette man stumbling slightly from the impact.

Their eyes soon met, and Kyle waited for the recognition to settle in so it could be replaced by fear. He could already hear the onslaught of apologies about to spill from the man, falling to the ground and begging for forgiveness.

"Watch where you're going, asshole."

...What?

"Too busy in La La Land to open your fucking eyes?"

Kyle stared at the angry man in surprise, unable to move a muscle.

"What, your mouth just as useless as your vision?" He questioned in annoyance.

Kyle could only remain silent, an unfamiliar heat blooming in his abdomen at the fire behind those almost golden brown eyes. No one had dared to speak to him that way before, and the insulting words were somehow... alluring.

"If you expect an apology from me, you can suck it. You bumped into me." The man continued.

The way those plush lips pulled into a sneer had Kyle's gaze flicking to them, enraptured by any movement from the brunette in front of him. Straight white teeth were exposed, and for a moment, Kyle thought about running his tongue along them.

"Fuck, I don't have time for this." The man spat, turning towards a building next to them.

Kyle quietly watched the brunette stomp over to a coffee shop, fists clenched at his sides.

"And your gloves look tacky!" He called out one final insult before throwing open a door and entering the building.

Kyle blinked at the words, lifting his hands to stare at the black leather covering them. There was nothing wrong with them, right? They suited him.

His hands dropped back to his sides, and Kyle glanced into the coffee shop to see the brunette angrily walk behind the front counter. A green apron was thrown over the wide frame, and Kyle turned to shuffle his way to his vehicle. His mind was still racing from what just happened, confused but far from upset about the interaction. It had almost felt.. good to be treated like that.

Kyle cringed at the thought. What was he, a masochist? A sadist, sure. But could he really stoop so low to actually enjoy the berating words from the pretty stranger?

He brushed the thought off with a shake of his head, pulling open the door that led to the back seat before slipping side. Kyle closed the door behind him before sliding himself to sit in the middle, settling into the soft cushion.

"I found someone that wants to meet tomorrow." Stan stated from the drivers seat.

Kyle's head turned to look at the coffee shop once more, hands resting on his thighs. They clenched into fists for only a moment before relaxing, and his gaze moved to them once he realized that he could no longer see the intriguing brunette. He examined the leather carefully, each small stitch that lined the sides.

"Are my gloves.. tacky?" He found his lips moving before he could think.

"What?" Stan asked in confusion.

Kyle cleared his throat. "Never mind. What time are we meeting?" He looked up to meet Stan's eyes in the rear view mirror.

"Two-thirty. I made sure you didn't have anything scheduled for that time." Stan replied.

Kyle nodded in acknowledgment, gaze trailing to the road ahead. The vehicle was started before Stan pulled away from their parking spot, and Kyle couldn't get the thought of the man from before out of his mind.

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"There's not much space in here.."

Kyle glanced to the man examining the small room, thankfully aired out from his last visit with Jack. Scott was damn good at his job- it looked like Jack hadn't even been there in the first place, other than his cooking supplies.

"We'll provide you with money to get you started, of course." Kyle said, adjusting the rolled up sleeves of his black dress shirt. "If you need anything, you can contact Scott."

The man hummed in thought, carefully inspecting the clear glasses lined along a table. His long black hair swayed slightly when he leaned down, fingers scratching at the scruff along his jaw.

"Alright, I think I can make do." He finally nodded, straightening his stance.

Kyle waved to Stan, the other walking closer with a briefcase. It was set on a table and opened, exposing a neatly placed array of money with a slip of paper on top. The page was pulled out and placed beside the case, Stan pulling a pen from his pocket and setting it down as well.

"Read over and sign this contract, and the agreement will be finalized, Lance." Stan said, folding his hands over one another in front of himself.

Lance strolled over to the table, plucking the contract up and pulling it closer. The room was silent as he read through the paper, seemingly impressed with what he found. Kyle was grateful that he wouldn't have to negotiate anything, arms crossing over his chest as he waited.

"This sounds good." Lance agreed, placing the paper down before grabbing the pen. "So, every first of the month?" He confirmed.

"Yes, at twelve." Kyle replied.

"Cool." Lance signed the contract.

Stan closed the briefcase, pushing it closer to Lance before grabbing the pen and paper. Kyle held out his hand for the contract, and it was quickly placed on his leather-clad palm. He pulled it closer to examine, satisfied with the neat signature.

"I will see you in a month." Kyle said, holding the paper back out to Stan.

It was carefully pulled from him, and Kyle turned to take his leave. He heard Stan following after him, striding through the wooden door. They made it across the small room and out of the metal door, Stan shutting it behind them.

Kyle raised one hand to run his palm across the top of his head, flattening any curls that attempted to escape the hair tie pulling them back. Stan soon caught up, holding out a back suit jacket. Kyle declined the silent offer with a wave, the weather too warm to be in more than his dress shirt.

The two men began to make their way towards the exit of the underground alleyway, Kyle tugging lightly at one of his gloves. Loud shouts reached his ears, and he glanced to the side to see two men arguing about who knows what. A punch was quickly thrown, and Kyle turned his gaze forward once again.

They made it to the stairs, ascending them into the outside world. Kyle could still hear the soft echoes of the fight, striding away from the stone stairway. The two men directed themselves towards the black vehicle parked nearby, Scott leaning against the side with a cigarette hanging from his lips.

Kyle's steps slowed to a stop before he could reach the car, head turning to face the coffee shop next to him. He stared into the glass, eyes flicking over the few people inside. They paused on a particular man, the same brunette from the previous day. Curiosity pulled at him, watching the man talk to a customer with a forced smile.

"Boss?" Stan asked.

Kyle found his feet moving before he could tell them to, strolling closer to the building.

"Wait there." Kyle commanded.

He walked up to the glass door, grabbing the metal handle to pull it open and enter. A small bell rang, and he watched as one of the workers looked up to him. The man's eyes widened, jaw dropping slightly. Kyle strode over to the counter, stopping behind the customer at the till. The man standing behind the brunette at the register continued to stare at him in shock, and the gaze was somewhat annoying. He flicked a glare towards the man, and that stare instantly moved away.

"Have a good day."

Kyle turned forward to see the customer walk away, his gaze meeting the brunette's own. The man's face dropped, instantly replaced by that lovely frown. The same one that had his gut twisting.

"Oh great, you here to harass me for an apology?" He groaned. "I already told you; you bumped into me, asshole."

The man behind the brunette whipped his head to look at them in shock.

"You think just because you have a pretty face you can do whatever you want? Guess again, ginger." The brunette continued angrily.

Kyle felt flattered by the indirect compliment, chest feeling lighter for unknown reasons.

"No, I didn't come for that." He gave a small intrigued smile. "And you're right, I should have been paying attention. Sorry."

The brunette's frown disappeared, replaced by a look of satisfaction. The man staring at them had his mouth agape, eyes flicking between the two. If Kyle wasn't so focused on the cute cashier before him, he would have shot the other employee by then.

"Oh. Good." The shorter man nodded.

Kyle leaned one gloved hand against the counter, tilting his head slightly as he admired the features of the man.

"What's your name?" He asked.

"You illiterate or something?" The brunette scoffed, motioning to his name tag.

Kyle's gaze flicked to the man's chest, reading the small piece of plastic pinned to the green apron.

"Eric." Kyle said, looking back to the other. "I like it."

Eric made a face. "Okay..? Are you going to order something or continue being a fucking freak?"

The insult went straight to Kyle's abdomen, so simple, yet the way it easily rolled off of Eric's tongue was like a melody. Maybe he really was a freak.

"E-Eric.." The man from behind said nervously.

"Right, sorry, be more polite to the customers." Eric sighed. "What can I get for you, sir?"

"It's not that-" The other pressed quietly, "that's Kyle Broflovski."

Eric rose an eyebrow. "Is he a regular or something?"

"N-No, he's-"

Kyle rose a hand to halt the words, watching the beautiful brunette who was beginning to look frustrated. Eric stared right back, gaze unwavering in the most delectable way.

"Small black coffee." Kyle said.

"That'll be a dollar-fifty." Eric stated.

Kyle could see how the man behind was about to protest, but he reached into his pocket anyways. He pulled out his wallet, flipping it open to grab a paper bill. A hundred dollar bill was pressed to the counter, sliding it across while keeping eye contact with Eric.

"Keep the change for yourself." Kyle spoke easy, almost flirtatiously.

Eric looked down at the money, then back up to Kyle, unimpressed. "Right." He drawled briefly.

The money was placed into the register and then swapped out for the remaining tip amount. Eric placed it into the pocket of his apron, and a small coffee was quickly set on the counter soon after by the other employee.

"Damn, I don't think I've ever seen you move that fast." Eric looked to the other man.

"I-It's nothing." He smiled at Kyle.

The redhead's own smile fell, replaced by a glare directed towards the annoying interruption. He had hoped that the drink would be prepared by Eric, but the nuisance wouldn't leave them the fuck alone.

Kyle grabbed the cup, paper sleeve already warmed from the hot beverage. Eric gave one last glance to Kyle, eyeing him briefly before turning away. The rude gesture only made Kyle more interested, confused as to why he liked the disrespect from Eric but not the other man.

He turned to take his leave, the other customers quickly moving out of his way. Kyle pushed through the glass door, exiting the small shop and into the warm air. He lifted the drink closer to look at it, a small frown tugging at his lips. He pulled it away, tilting it over to dump it on the cement below. Once the cup was empty, he tossed it into the trash can next to the entrance.

Kyle walked towards his vehicle, Scott and Stan still standing outside. He ignored their curious stares, opening the back door to slip inside. Scott entered the drivers seat and Stan went to the other side to open the door and sit in the back as well. Once they were all settled, Kyle held out two fingers to Stan.

A cigarette was place between them, lit match soon following to burn the end. Kyle brought the butt to his lips, inhaling a drag before pulling it away. He blew the cloud into the vehicle, Scott rolling down a window to allow the smoke an exit.

"Find all you can about the man named Eric that works there." He said.

"Yes, Boss." Stan nodded, pulling out a phone from inside his red suit jacket. "May I ask why?"

Kyle hummed, crossing one leg over the other, leaning further back into the seat. He placed his free hand on his knee, head tilting to the side to look at the coffee shop. His gaze honed in on the bustling brunette inside, a small quirk pulling at his thin lips.

"I want him to be mine."

Chapter Text

It had been a full two days since Kyle had seen Eric, and he was already growing restless. His mind was plagued with nothing but images of the beautiful man and the berating words that flowed too easily from plush lips. They had only met twice, but each time was like a calling to Kyle. One that chanted about Eric remaining by his side- to bicker, to laugh, to hold, to kiss, to fuck. He desired Eric.

Was it weird for Kyle to feel the way he did about someone who was basically a stranger? Yeah, probably. But he didn't care. He was far from normal, anyways. He didn't care if it wasn't normal to dream about a man who insulted him, wish that he could feel every portion of plump flesh under his hands. All he knew was that he would get what he wanted.

Those enrapturing golden brown eyes filled with a fighting flame, Kyle felt like he could get lost in the depths forever. Brunette hair that looked so soft he was tempted to run his fingers through the shoulder-length locks, fisting them tightly to tug Eric's head back and expose that tempting throat. A perfect curve to the nose, round cheeks coated in short scruff, and lips that looked like they would feel like an angel's kiss if they met with his own. Eric was gorgeous.

Eric stood slightly shorter than Kyle, the small tilt of his head to glare up at the redhead the previous day cuter than it should have been. His shoulders were broad and arms thick with more than just fat, and Kyle wondered if the brunette worked out. Eric's stomach was wide, Kyle wanting to grope it more than anything. And that ass. Fuck, Kyle could watch him walk away every day.

Everything about Eric screamed to Kyle, fuelled his desire. He could already picture his hands gliding over soft flesh, Eric trembling beneath his touch. Fingers pressing into each dip and curve, kneading any portion he pleased. They would tease their way up to thread through short brunette hairs scattered along a plump chest- a chest that he would take great pleasure in squeezing.

Kyle would ravish Eric, tongue and teeth marking every inch of skin. He already knew that the brunette would taste sweeter than any dessert, moan so beautifully that the sound would lure him in deep and he wouldn't be able to return. He wanted Eric to tremble from his touch, demand more from Kyle with a fiery glare.

More images assaulted Kyle's mind, each one with Eric in a new position. Kyle could see Eric on his knees, face pressed to a mattress while his ass was spread by a firm grip. Kyle would dive in without hesitation, devour the feast presented before him. The humiliating words from Eric echoed in his head, mocking him for being such a perverted freak. They would shoot straight to his cock, making it throb in pure excitement and arousal.

Kyle wanted to be buried deep inside of Eric, feel those slick tight walls squeezing his cock. He wanted to see Eric bound and taking everything he had to offer with a sneer pulling at those plush lips. He wanted Eric to choke on the length of his arousal, tears welling in enchanting brown eyes. He wanted Eric to praise him in a condescending way any time he got back from his special "errands". He wanted those perfect teeth to sink deep into his skin. He wanted-

The feeling of liquid splattering across Kyle's cheek broke him from his daydreaming, blinking back to reality. His fist automatically went sailing forward once again, the brass knuckles tightly gripped between his bare fingers smashing into the brunette's nose. A satisfying crunch was heard, other hand twisted into the man's shirt to keep him up where Kyle was knelt over him.

Kyle must have zoned out while he was busy, brunette hair making his mind wander to Eric. The man's face was a lot bloodier than he remembered- nose angled to the left, lips and cheeks split open with red smeared across the swollen skin, eyes rolled back as he gargled in pain.

Kyle let out a sigh, dropping the man to the wooden floor below. He stood from where he was straddling the other, rolling his shoulders to ease the tenseness from the strikes. He carefully pulled the bloodied metal from his fingers, eyes remaining on the twitching figure beneath him. The weapon was held out to the side, and it was quickly taken from his grasp and replaced by a handkerchief.

The cloth was brought closer so Kyle could begin wiping the blood from his hands, watching the man struggling to move on the floor.

"I told you a month, Cory." Kyle started. "Where's my money?"

Cory choked, gaze blinking rapidly up at the redhead. "I-I need more ti-time.."

Kyle clicked his tongue quietly, handing the dirtied handkerchief back to Stan. He adjusted the red tie around his neck, fingers soon moving to the rolled up black sleeves of his dress shirt.

"Fifty-thousand is a lot. I trusted you." Kyle said in disappointment, fiddling with the fabric to begin rolling the sleeves back down his forearms.

"I can g-get it all, I p-promise. I ju-ust need more t-time.. please." Cory pleaded pathetically.

Kyle reached behind himself, fingers wrapping around the metal handle of the gun tucked into the waistband of his pants. He paused when something shone in the corner of his eye, glancing to the side to see a light glaring off a picture frame. His fingers released the weapon, stepping over the squirming man to stride to the small table close by.

The picture was grabbed, and Kyle examined the four smiling faces that greeted him. He hummed in thought as his eyes moved from the woman standing next to Cory in the picture to a young boy in front of them, then to the small girl grinning next to the boy. The children looked no older than four and six, both smiling so bright and wide.

Kyle let out a small sigh, stepping back over to Cory who was attempting to roll on to his side. The picture was tossed to the floor, and his bloodshot eyes moved to the frame. A small sob was heard, followed by choking. Kyle crouched down next to the brunette, tilting his head slightly so their gazes could meet. Blue eyes quickly flicked away, welling with red tears.

"I'm not a bad man, Cory." Kyle spoke quietly, almost reassuringly. "You knew this would happen."

Cory let out another choked sob, hand shakily reaching for the picture frame. Kyle grabbed it before the other could, waving it above. Cory's gaze followed after it, staring desperately at the family displayed behind the glass.

"It would be a damn shame to take a father away from kids that young." Kyle started, turning the picture away from the other. "I'll give you one more week."

Cory's eyes widened, flicking to Kyle's own in surprise. They didn't remain locked for long, gaze moving away in fear.

"Th-Thank you so-"

"I didn't finish." Kyle cut in.

Cory visibly swallowed, staring hard at the picture still held in Kyle's hand.

"You'll get me double." He stated.

Cory choked once again, sputtering in his shock. "That's i-impossible!"

"I have no problem killing you now if you prefer." Kyle shrugged.

"Fuck." Cory’s head dropped to the floor, jaw clenching and eyes squeezing shut.

Kyle silently watched the other, Cory's clenched fists lifting to rub harshly at bloodied skin.

"Fuck!" The brunette repeated, hands moving from his face to slam down against the floor.

Another sob sounded, red tears sliding down his cheeks. He glared hard up at the ceiling above, breathing heavy through parted lips. Blood and saliva coated chipped teeth, grinding together in frustration.

"Okay..." Cory agreed, face falling in defeat.

Kyle nodded, dropping the picture to Cory's chest before standing once again. The frame was quickly grabbed by the brunette, hugging it close as more quiet sobs spilled. A black suit jacket was held out to Kyle, and he pulled it closer to slip his arms through the fabric.

"Spend what time you can with your family." Kyle said, adjusting the jacket over his chest. "Because if I don't see that money, I'll cut you open and get it another way."

He glanced to the side at the weeping man, watching as Cory shakily nodded in understanding. He turned to face Stan, brushing off the sleeves of his jacket.

"Have Leo keep watch." He stated.

"Yes, sir." Stan replied, pulling a phone from his pocket.

Kyle began to walk towards the exit of the home, stepping over a shattered vase that had fallen during their dispute. He heard two sets of footsteps following behind, one quickening slightly to get in front of him. Scott opened the door for him, and he casually strolled through the opening without another look to the sobbing man.

He silently made his way towards the vehicle parked in front of the home, Stan and Scott following close behind. The back seat door was opened for him by the taller redhead, Stan rounding the vehicle to enter the other side. Kyle slipped into his seat, moving his leg before the door shut so Scott could enter the driver's seat.

"Boss, I didn't want to interrupt you before, but I got a message while you were handling Cory." Stan started, scrolling through his phone.

Kyle hummed in acknowledgment as the engine was started.

"The Miller group was seen with one of our dealers, James." The dark haired man said, gaze moving from the screen to look at Kyle.

Their eyes didn't meet, and Kyle drummed his fingers on his knee.

"Send someone to watch James." He stated, a small bit of irritation poking at him.

Kyle felt his jaw shift slightly at the mention of the Miller group, his research on his father's killer directing him in their direction. He didn't have anything to base his suspicions on other than timing, so he couldn't just go around throwing out accusations. He had been keeping watch on the group for the past four years, and so far, he hadn't been able to dig up any proof.

The timing of the visit from their boss, Bill, with his father six years ago was too convenient, leaving just a day before Kyle found him dead. An autopsy revealed that he had been poisoned- a slow, internal eating chemical found inside of him. Kyle had so desperately wanted to point fingers and accuse Bill of murdering his father, but Bill was also a boss of a smaller group. It didn't matter how badly Kyle wanted his revenge, he couldn't attack the other man without repercussions.

But once he found his proof, he would enjoy each second of slowly cutting open every portion of skin that coated Bill's body.

"Leo said he arrived at Cory's." Stan said.

Right, Cory, another person to betray Kyle. The man that he had left in a pile of blood on the floor. The same thing he wished to do to Bill, or whoever killed his father. They would regret it dearly.

The onslaught of thoughts about his father was beginning to agitate him, and he found himself in need of some kind of relief. A small whisper of an image of Eric appeared in his mind, wondering if he should stop by the coffee shop for a "friendly chat". One that he so dearly hoped would turn into Eric insulting him once again. The berating words were so heated, he wanted to hear them whispered in his ear while he pounded into the brunette.

"Also,"

Stan's voice pulled Kyle from the dirty thoughts.

"I found information on that Eric guy." He said, holding his phone out to the redhead.

Kyle grabbed the device from the other and was met with a picture of the beautiful brunette.

"Sorry it took so long, this guys has done basically nothing with his life." Stan continued, reaching down to pull a laptop from a bag placed on the floor. "He didn't go to college and he has no social media, so his digital footprint is almost nonexistent."

Kyle glanced to the side to see Stan open the laptop, quickly typing in the password before the home screen appeared. A document was opened to reveal a short list of details with Eric's photo in the corner of the screen.

"Eric Cartman; thirty-five years old, same as you. He was born in South Park, but his current residence is registered in New York City." Stan read over the page. "Used to work as a mechanic for ten years, and looks like he got fired due to poor treatment of customers."

Kyle had to bite back a small laugh at the information. Of course that would be the reasoning for his dismissal.

"Has a mother but there is no record of a father, his mother must have not officially claimed who it was. That's pretty much it." Stan finished, looking over to Kyle. "Unless you want his measurements?"

Kyle waved off the other, processing the information he had been waiting ages for. The last name sounded familiar, wondering where he had heard it before. If Eric's current residence was in New York, then the brunette must have recently moved into town. Which, he had already figured was the case due to the lovely lack of respect he received from the alluring man.

A small flicker of a memory appeared of his mother's words, handing the phone back to Stan.

"Is his mother's name Liane?" Kyle asked, watching the road ahead as Scott drove.

"Yes, how'd you know?" Stan asked in surprise.

Kyle opened his mouth to speak, but it soon closed. What a coincidence that the man his mother mentioned only days prior ended up being the same Eric. He wondered if he should have taken his mother up on the offer to introduce him to her friend's son. No, if he did, then he wouldn't have been as intrigued as he was right then.

For a moment, he wondered if he had some form of weird fetish. Did he have a thing for fat guys? Or perhaps he was into just the degrading words? He wasn't certain, but maybe a sort of.. test would be good. Was it really Eric he was attracted to, or was it something else? A little experiment wouldn't hurt.

"Find me a prostitute that looks like Eric." Kyle stated flatly, leaning further back into his seat.

"I don't think we have any of his... size." Stan said almost nervously.

Kyle looked over to the other, watching as Stan's eyes flicked away. "Did I say he had to be one of ours?"

"Sorry, sir. I'll find someone right away." Stan quickly said, beginning to swipe through his phone.

Kyle looked back towards the road when they stopped at a red light, watching an old woman shuffle her way across.

"Y'know, Boss, if you're gonna have a little fun, maybe you should clean your face." Scott chuckled lightly from the front of the vehicle.

Kyle glanced at the rear view mirror to look at himself, quickly spotting the splash of red across his cheek. A small paper package was swiftly held out to him, and he grabbed it from Stan without a word. He ripped it open before pulling out the wet towelette, unfolding it before beginning to wipe his skin clean of the evidence.

No further words were said as Kyle swiped the last bit of blood from his face, holding out the soiled towelette to the side when he finished. It was grabbed by Stan, and Kyle folded his hands in his lap. He listened to the soft tapping of Stan's fingers as the man frantically searched for his request, the noise somewhat soothing in the silence of the vehicle.

A night with a fat brunette may satisfy Kyle's craving for Eric, it has been a while since he slept with anyone. It was possible that he was just pent up. Eric was a beautiful man, so maybe all Kyle needed was a nice relief to not have the other plaguing his mind.

But those heated words spoken so easily from Eric were still flaring deep inside of Kyle's abdomen, screaming at him for more. The thought was almost disgusting, yet, it was also so fucking hot.

"I found someone." Stan interrupted Kyle's thoughts once again. "I requested that he be sent to your room after our arrival."

Kyle clicked his tongue. "I've told you before; no one steps foot in my room."

Stan sputtered slightly. "Right! Sorry, sir. I'll send him to the guest room." He quickly corrected.

Kyle watched a small smirk lift Scott's lips in the mirror, and when those blue eyes moved to his own, he settled the taller man with a glare. The smile instantly fell, gaze flicking back to the road. The annoyance from moments ago was beginning to return, and Kyle was grateful that they were finally pulling into the driveway that led to a large black gate.

Scott stopped in front of the closed gate, waiting only a moment before the heavy metal bars began to slowly open for them. The vehicle drove through the opening, following a long path that led to the large house ahead. It wasn't long before they were stopping in front of the building, Scott quickly exiting so he could open Kyle's door.

Kyle stepped out, adjusting his clothes before beginning to make his way towards the house. The large double doors were opened for his arrival by two men from inside, and he strolled passed the group members with their heads lowered. He directed himself towards the hallway close to the entrance, striding his way further into the home. He stopped before pushing open a door, soon closing it behind himself as he flicked on the light. The bathroom was illuminated for him, and he made his way to the sink so he could wash the remaining blood from his hands.

Kyle stared at himself as the pale red water swirled down the drain, carefully examining his features. The small scar running along his skin was an eyesore, pale tissue beginning at the bridge of his nose and ending on his right cheek. He tilted his head slightly to the side, noting how his short beard had grown longer than he liked. The tap was turned off and he dried his hands, still staring hard at the red hairs along his jaw. For a moment, he wondered if Eric had a preference for facial hair. Did the brunette like beards? Short or long? What if he liked a clean face?

With a small sigh, Kyle shook his head. Eric always managed to squeeze into his thoughts, almost any situation possible. For fuck's sake, he was daydreaming about the other man while he was collecting debt and thinking about his dead father. Kyle was beginning to wonder if there was something wrong with him- why could he not stop thinking about Eric?

"Fuck," Kyle breathed quietly.

He opened the door and shut off the light before exiting, turning left to tread further down the hall. He entered through another door that led into one of the guest bedrooms, making his way across the large space to the couch pressed against a wall. Kyle removed his suit jacket and placed it on the bed as he passed, seating himself on the plush couch close by.

Kyle leaned back into the cushion, legs spread with his hands rested on his thighs. He impatiently waited for the arrival of his service, his desire for Eric growing stronger by the second. He was almost tempted to go to the shop for a coffee, hopefully prepared by Eric instead of that nuisance. The idea was slightly more tempting than a quick fuck with some random prostitute he wished was Eric.

A small knock at the door caught Kyle's attention, and he looked up to see a man slip into the room. The door was closed, and the short brunette that stood before him gave a saucy smile.

"Mr. Broflovski, what an honour." The man cooed.

He was smaller than Eric- both in height and weight. The lack of light scruff along round cheeks was a little disappointing to Kyle, and what he hoped would be burning brown eyes were replaced with cheeky blue ones.

"My name is Sugar." He purred as he sauntered further into the room.

Brunette hair was shorter and darker, no black piercings in thick earlobes. Sugar's form was much more dainty, even with his wide stomach. Kyle couldn't help but compare every detail to Eric, even the way Sugar moved was too different.

"What are you doing way over there?" Sugar giggled. "It's much more fun on the bed." His fingers traced along the silk dark red sheets.

Kyle knew Sugar was frisked upon arrival, but that didn't stop him from observing each little movement. The brunette subtly swayed his hips as he followed the length of the bed, eyes travelling over Kyle's seated figure.

"I was surprised to hear you specifically requested me." Sugar continued flirtatiously.

Kyle didn't bother to correct the words, lifting a hand to beckon the brunette with two fingers. Sugar strode closer to him, and he straightened from his relaxed posture. Once Sugar stopped in front of him, both hands raised to grope at exposed plump thighs. They were smooth under his touch, not a single hair to be found. His fingers traced along the edge of the shorts squeezing the other man, pressing into the slightly flared area.

"I stopped in the middle of another client just to see you." Sugar said teasingly.

The comment was unappealing to Kyle, but it didn't stop his palms from sliding further up. He squeezed the thick flesh of Sugar's stomach, wishing there was more for him to grope. The white shirt was pushed up to reveal what lie beneath, Kyle's hands running along more smooth skin. He had almost hoped that there would be hair lining the area, but he ignored the thought and instead groped at the plump chest.

Sugar released another giggle. "Do you happen to have a fat fetish, sir?"

Kyle's gaze snapped up to the coy brunette, hand soon fisting into the fabric of Sugar's shirt. He roughly pulled the man down, receiving a gasp of surprise before Sugar was kneeling before him. Blue eyes looked up at him in both shock and fear, and Kyle fought the sneer that wanted to appear from the question.

"S-Sorry. I was just teasing..." Sugar murmured, gaze flicking away from his own.

"I'm not paying you to tease." Kyle stated coldly.

"Right.." Sugar raised his hands to begin fiddling with the belt before him.

Kyle had already suspected the potential fetish, but to actually be accused of it felt different than just thinking it. He glared down at the top of Sugar's head as the brunette undid his pants, pulling them down just enough to reveal his flaccid length. A soft hand wrapped around it, pumping it in an attempt to bring it to life.

"So big, even when you're not hard." Sugar cooed. "As expected from a man like you."

The feeling of lips wrapping around the head of Kyle's cock had him leaning back into the couch. A tongue swirled around the tip, massaging the area briefly before more of his length was pulled into the heated mouth. Sugar's soft moans filled the room, head bobbing to slide along Kyle sensually.

Kyle's glare soon turned into a more relaxed gaze as he stared at brunette hair, almost tantalized by the swaying locks. He found himself wishing that the pleasured noises from below were deeper, more of a rasp instead of high and lilting. Even though he got what he had asked for, he couldn't help but wish for someone completely different.

A hand raised to thread Kyle's fingers into the short brunette hair, guiding Sugar's head along his cock. The locks had a course feeling to them, and his fingers curled. Kyle knew that Eric's hair would be much softer, the memory of how those slightly longer strands looked so silky in the sun made his fist tighten just a bit more. He wanted to slide his fingers through them, pull on them as he fucked Eric from behind.

Just the thought of Eric had his cock stiffening further, using his tight grip to shove Sugar's head down all the way. A small surprised gag was heard, throat contracting around his tip. If he focused on the too-dark brunette hair enough, he could attempt to convince himself that it was instead the man he wished was kneeling before him.

The thought of Eric humming around his cock, sucking and licking like his life depended on it, had Kyle's head tipping back slightly. Yes, Eric was the one gagging on his cock. Eric was the one complimenting its size. Eric was the one moaning in bliss from just the taste of Kyle. Eric was the one sending a sudden spark of pleasure up his spine at the mere thought of the other.

"Fuck, Eric.." Kyle breathed.

The warmth around him left, and unappealing blue eyes looked up at him curiously.

"Who-"

"Did I say stop?" Kyle asked firmly.

Sugar's head instantly dipped, lips wrapping around the head of Kyle's cock once again. Kyle shoved the man back down, filling the heated cavern. A small part of him wished the other would bite back- be rough with him or challenge his words with a snide remark. He wanted to be berated for his demands, shamed for his desires. He needed to be treated how Eric saw him; a freak.

Kyle lessened his hold just enough for Sugar to begin bobbing once again, hums vibrating around his cock. His gaze never strayed from the swaying brunette hair, observing the way each strand curled around his fingers. If he stared long, he could see the many split ends littering the locks.

Kyle didn't like it- didn't like this.. replacement. He had thought it was a good idea before to help ease his stress, but it was almost somehow heightened. He wanted- no -he needed more.

A harsh suck to Kyle's cock had him biting back another groan of Eric's name, mind clouding over with thoughts of the beautiful man. Fuck, he needed Eric so bad. Eric, Eric, Eric, Eric, Eric.

Kyle suddenly pulled Eric's head up, heated gaze burning into the brunette man. Golden eyes glared right back, and Kyle felt his cock twitch. He used his free hand to grab the thick bicep, pulling the other man up to push Eric on to the couch. One hand found its way back into soft brunette locks, pressing Eric's face into the cushion and kneeling behind. Kyle's other hand reached to shove the tight shorts down just enough to expose a plump ass before grabbing the base of his cock, lining it up at the already slick ring of muscles.

"Insult me." Kyle demanded.

"W-What?"

Kyle glared hard at Eric, fingers tightening in his hair. Kyle nudged the tip of his cock against Eric's entrance, teasing the other man. Those tantalizing brown eyes moved away, wide body squirming under his hold.

"You gonna fuck me, filthy man?"

The words were like a bucket of cold water poured on him, arousal instantly dissipating. Kyle blinked a few times before the image of Eric left, replaced by a blushing stranger. Sugar swayed his hips in an attempt to seduce Kyle, but the redhead only released the tight grip holding him down. Kyle leaned back, furrowing his eyebrows as his mind cleared from the fog that had overtaken it.

"Did.. did I do something wrong, sir?" Sugar asked nervously.

Kyle stood from the couch while he tucked his softening length back into his pants, staring hard at the dark wood flooring. He buckled his belt and buttoned his pants before pulling up the zipper, turning to march his way over to the bed. Roughly grabbing his suit jacket from the sheets, he spun around to quickly exit the room, ignoring the questions sounding from behind.

"Pay him." Kyle told one of his men standing across the door.

The man dressed in a red suit nodded, striding his way towards the room that Kyle had left. Kyle made his way down the hall, spotting Stan and Scott conversing in the foyer. He grew closer to the pair with his jacket still tightly clenched in a fist, steps echoing softly off of the deep red and black walls.

The two men noticed Kyle walking towards them, quickly quieting their words as they straightened their stances. Kyle tossed his jacket, and it was caught by Stan.

"Find where Liane Cartman lives." Kyle said as he walked passed them.

"Yes, sir." Stan nodded.

Kyle heard two sets of footsteps following after him, pushing open one of the large double doors to be greeted by the setting sun. The sleek black vehicle was still parked in front of the house, and he descended the few steps to reach the car. He entered the back without waiting for the other men, practically slamming the door shut once he was seated. He had a new errand to run.

———

The vehicle slowed to a stop in front of a house, and Kyle's eyes were glued to the peeling green paint. He didn't wait for the engine to be shut off before he was already exiting the small space, pushing the door shut behind as he listened to the other two men follow suit. They began their short journey across the unkempt grass, Kyle adjusting his clothes along the way to appear more presentable.

His rolled up sleeves were fiddled with for only a moment before he tugged at his leather gloves, confirming that they were secure. He checked each button of his black dress shirt to make sure none were out of place, tucking any loose fabric into the hem of his pants. Finally, he raised both hands to tighten the hair tie bunching his curls together at the back of his head. Once he was finished, he ascended the two steps leading up to the door and stopped in front of it.

Kyle knocked on the old wood, hearing a female voice on the other side call to him. He folded his hands in front of him as he waited, his two undermen standing behind him at the bottom of the small porch. They didn't have to wait long for the door to swing open and reveal a smiling brunette woman, only for it to waver when she noticed who was standing there.

Liane took a moment to collect herself, giving a strained smile up to Kyle.

"M-Mr. Broflovski, what a pleasant surprise." She greeted. "What brings you here?"

"Your son," Kyle stated, tilting his head slightly to look down at her, "bring him to me."

Her eyes widened in shock. "Please, if he's done anything to offend you, I'm deeply sorry."

Kyle silently stared at the terrified woman, her hand lifting to shakily clench on her chest.

"A-Are you going to hurt him? Don't kill my baby, I'm begging you." Liane pleaded. "He's a good boy."

Kyle pushed passed her to enter the home, listening to her struggle against one of his men's hold. He examined the living room, eyes landing on a picture frame hanging on a wall. It was a younger Liane, and next to her was undoubtedly Eric as child.

He tore his gaze away to stride further into the home, Liane's words falling on deaf ears as he searched the first floor. The living room was empty, so he made his way to the kitchen. There was something simmering in a pot on the stove, a lid covering whatever was creating the delightful smell. At no sign of Eric, Kyle glanced out of a window and into the backyard to confirm the man wasn't outside.

Kyle turned to make his way out of the kitchen, stopping at the sight of a door. He strolled closer to pull it open, staring down the many steps that lead to the basement. Before he could walk down the first step, there was a small thud from above. He looked up at the roof, halting his movements before he could go any further.

The door was shut and Kyle walked back towards the entrance, taking a sharp left to begin ascending the stairs. He ignored Liane's pleas for mercy, mind set on a single goal that would not be stopped. Once he was at the top, his eyes flicked between the few doors down the hallway. They stopped on a specific door, one that he assumed led into a room where the thump was heard.

Kyle strode closer, eyes practically burning a hole through the wood. His suspicions were confirmed when the door began to slowly open, a concerned face peeking through the opening.

"Mom?"

The door was pushed open the rest of the way by Kyle, and he watched as Eric stumbled back in surprise. Their eyes finally met after what felt like ages, and Kyle's breath was taken away at the heated glare that soon took place of the shock.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Eric spat, eyeing the redhead skeptically.

Kyle stepped closer without a word, quickly reaching forward to grab Eric's forearm. The brunette's stare hardened, using his free hand to pull back a fist before it was quickly sailing at Kyle. It slammed into Kyle's face, feeling a sting from a split that was created on his lip. The fist that was held at Eric's side was accompanied by that perfect sneer, and Kyle's tongue pushed out to lick at the blood. Excitement flared through him, hand lifting to tightly grab Eric's other arm.

Eric stumbled further when Kyle pushed forward, steadily following the frantic steps leading deeper into the room. He leaned into the brunette until the other lost balance, falling backwards into the messy bed. His tight grip around thick wrists pinned them on either side of Eric's head, pressing a single knee between spread ones to straddle Eric's thigh.

"Get off me!" Eric seethed, struggling under the strong hold.

"Calm down, Sweetheart." Kyle cooed, watching the man heatedly.

"Don't call me that, you fucking freak." Eric snapped, giving up on his fight to instead glare up at the other man.

The insult went straight to Kyle's abdomen, twisting in the fiery pit of arousal. His gaze roamed to take in every inch of Eric's angry features, grip unconsciously tightening.

"You here to shake me down for cash?" Eric suddenly asked. "Beat me up to make me as scared as everyone else in this pathetic town?"

Kyle was a little taken aback by the words, but it didn't diminish the thrill in his veins.

"Yeah, my coworker told me about you as soon as you left the shop." He continued with a scoff. "A mafia boss? Really? What kind of cliché shit is that?"

Kyle allowed a small smirk to lift, tilting is head slightly. "Are you nervous?" He asked teasingly.

"Like hell I am." Eric seemed almost offended, and Kyle couldn't help but think it was cute.

"I'm not here to hurt you." Kyle said easily. "I'm here to claim you."

Eric's frown deepened. "Like a henchman? Yeah, right." He rolled his eyes. "What, you sell drugs or somethin'? So does every neighbour I had in New York."

Kyle shrugged. "Drugs, weapons... people."

He watched in delight as Eric's jaw tightened.

"Why would I want to be part of some tiny illegal group?" Eric asked.

Kyle's eyes dragged down to watch the rise and fall of Eric's plump chest, admiring the short hairs peeking from the collar of the red shirt.

"My dear, we are far from tiny." Kyle accentuated his words by pressing his groin against Eric's thigh.

When Kyle's gaze moved back up, a look of disgust was plastered across Eric's features, and it only fuelled Kyle's excitement.

"South Park is a small town, how much can you actually do?" Eric drawled slightly.

"I'm more than just this town. I only stay here because it's where my father started the group." Kyle explained briefly. "We're all over Colorado."

Eric released another scoff. "Even more reason for me not to join. I'll get myself killed if I'm involved."

Kyle rubbed a thumb over the soft skin covered in hair, the feeling much more satisfying than the smooth skin from earlier.

"Don't worry, you'll only really be involved with me." Kyle promised with a small lilt to his voice.

"I'm not into dudes." Eric stated between clenched teeth.

Kyle leaned down until his lips brushed against Eric's ear, relishing in the way the brunette didn't even flinch. "I can change your mind." He whispered heatedly, knee sliding slightly higher between thick thighs.

He received a shuddering breath in return, chests pressing together. His lips lightly dragged down the stubble jaw, ghosting along Eric's neck and stopping just above the other's shoulder. Kyle placed a fleeting kiss to the area, and Eric finally flinched.

"Get off me, fag!" Eric demanded, beginning to struggle once again.

Kyle leaned back with a smirk still pulling at his lips, noticing the red that was staining Eric's cheeks. The sight of the angry yet embarrassed face was euphoric, burning directly into the forefront of his mind.

"I'll call the fucking cops." Eric bit out.

Kyle hummed. "They won't do anything. I own the law." He leaned closer. "I own South Park." He stopped just before their noses touched. "I own you."

Eric's hands clenched into fists, that beautiful sneer making its appearance once again. Perfect teeth were exposed, and Kyle was tempted to lean down and kiss them. He was pleased to see the stubble that surrounded plump lips, and if he looked close enough, it almost seemed like there were a few white and ginger hairs mixed into the rest.

"I'll never belong to you. The only way that'll happen is if you force me." Eric clicked his tongue. "But that's probably more your style, huh?"

Kyle tutted quietly. "You have the wrong idea about me. I don't force anyone to do anything they hadn't agreed to." He loved the feeling of their breaths mingling. "They all sign contracts- contracts that say if they do anything to betray me, it results in payment of their life. They willingly sign it, I don't force them."

Eric swallowed under Kyle's heavy stare.

"Just like I won't force you to be mine." He almost crooned. "But, I can promise you a life of luxury if you do." He brushed his nose along Eric's own. "I'll treat you like my king."

Eric's surprise soon morphed into a burning glare, and Kyle would expect nothing less from the alluring man. Eric began to struggle under his hold again, tugging at the tight grip.

"Fuck you, I'm not joining your gay ass sales group." Eric bucked his hips in an attempt to remove the other.

Kyle let out a small sigh, finally releasing the soft but firm wrists. Eric instantly pushed away from him, crawling back further on to the bed. He stood from the mattress, eyes never straying from the furious brunette before him. His abdomen was still flaring with life, chest puffed out in excitement.

"You'll change your mind some day." Kyle stated.

He flattened the small wrinkles of his shirt, adjusted his gloves, then turned away from the man. He strode through the open door, making his way down the hall and away from the beautiful brunette. The stairs were quickly descended, spotting Liane still held back by Stan, mascara running down her teary face.

Kyle passed her without even so much as a glance, waving to Stan to release her. The silent command was obeyed, and Kyle heard her sprint up the stairs. The three men strode their way across the lawn for the second time, and Kyle couldn't fight the smile that lifted his thin lips.

He liked a challenge.

Chapter Text

Kyle's fingers lightly drummed against an old wooden desk with papers scattered along its surface, free hand resting on his knee that was folded over the other. His stare never left the closed door that led into the unfamiliar office, the soft ticking of a clock synchronizing with his gloved fingers. Stan and Scott remained silent while they stood on either side of the door, gazes set straight ahead and hands folded over the front of their red suits.

The sound of light chatter reached Kyle's ears, and his fingers halted their movements. He flattened his palm against the resume placed neatly at the edge of the desk, slowly tracing his new favourite name printed on the front. His eyes briefly flicked down to read it, satisfaction spreading through him as Eric Cartman was repeated in his mind. The resume was far from impressive, but each little detail about the brunette that was typed on to the paper was like a new and somehow arousing discovery.

Kyle looked back up when the door opened, catching sight of soft green eyes before they soon turned shocked at the sight of the redhead. Stan placed a hand to the blonde man's back to push him into the room, stumbling slightly at the light impact as Scott closed the door. Once he managed to regain his balance, his nervous gaze flicked to Kyle, fingers reaching for the hem of his shirt to fiddle with the fabric.

"M-Mr. Broflovski, I didn't expect to see y-you here." He spoke anxiously.

"Tweek," Kyle greeted casually, "how are you?"

"I'm, uh," Tweek's eye twitched, glancing back at the two men before looking at Kyle, "good... How are you?"

Kyle hummed, tapping at the resume below his hand. "That depends." He uncrossed his legs before slowly standing, pulling the paper along with him.

"O-On what exactly.. Sir?" Tweek asked, nervous eyes moving anywhere but to Kyle's own.

Kyle made his way over to the lightly twitching man, stopping in front of the other with a small sigh. He raised his free hand, pleased when the blonde flinched. He brushed away a few coffee grounds that had made their way on to Tweek's shirt, holding out the resume to the other.

"Give me his schedule." Kyle demanded easily.

Tweek looked down to the paper, and Kyle could hear him swallow.

"Sure, whatever you want." He nodded.

Kyle stepped away to allow Tweek to scurry over to his desk, pulling open a drawer and almost frantically sifting through the files. Kyle neatly folded the resume in his hands as he watched the other, pulling open his suit jacket slightly to slide the paper into the inner breast pocket.

A sheet was soon pulled out of the drawer before it was shut, Tweek quickly making his way over to Kyle and holding it out.

"Her-Here." Tweek stated with his head tilted down slightly.

Kyle plucked the paper from the other man, turning it to examine the messy handwriting on each day of the printed calendar. He nodded in approval, copying his previous motions of folding it before sliding it next to the resume in his pocket. A hand raised to motion to Stan, and the dark-haired man stepped closer while reaching into his own pocket.

Tweek's eyes snapped to Stan, fear lighting in their green depths. A small card was soon held out to the blonde, and his stare quickly turned confused.

"Contact me when there is a new schedule, or if Eric changes anything about his shift." Kyle said as Tweek reached for the card.

"Did he- ack -do something wrong?" Tweek asked, staring at the card as if it would attack him. "I don't want any trouble in my sh-shop." He then looked to Kyle, eyes not meeting. "I can fire him-"

"No." Kyle interrupted sternly, watching as Tweek flinched once again.

His hand raised to grip Tweek's jaw, gloved fingers digging into slim cheeks. He forced the blonde's gaze up, observing the other carefully.

"If I hear that he no longer works here and it's not by his own terms," He leaned slightly closer, "the only trouble you'll find will be by your own hands."

Tweek shakily nodded in understanding, jaw shifting under the tight hold.

"Actually, you're going to give him a raise." Kyle added.

Tweek nodded again. "O-Of course."

Kyle gave a quiet hum of satisfaction, releasing the grip he held. Tweek quickly stepped away, hand raising to rub at the sore area. Kyle turned to leave without another word, the door being pulled open by Scott to allow the redhead to stride through. There was a wall blocking his view of the front, disappointed that he was unable to see the man of his desires.

The three men left the building through the back exit, Kyle allowing Stan and Scott to take the lead as he casually strolled behind them. They grew closer to the entrance window, and Kyle couldn't stop his eyes from trailing inside. His gaze landed on the beautiful cashier, the annoyance present on pudgy features sending heat straight through him.

When Kyle glanced to the customer in front of the brunette, he could see how the stranger was frantically waving in anger. He felt a small frown pull at his lips, turning the corner as soon as they reached it.

"Sir?"

Kyle ignored Stan's concern, raising a hand to halt both men before he grabbed the handle of the glass door to pull it open. Shouting was instantly heard, and it had Kyle's pace quickening slightly.

"I already told you; we don't accept expired coupons." Kyle heard Eric grind out.

"It's only a week! Why are you baristas always so usele-"

The man's words were cut off when Kyle's hand landed on his shoulder, fingers digging into the area and causing a grunt of pain to leave him.

"Who the fuck-"

His eyes widened as soon as they met Kyle's own, fear filling the brown depths. His gaze quickly flicked away, and Kyle could feel the way he trembled under the tight hold.

"Mr. Broflovski, what can I, uh, do for you?" He asked timidly.

A small scoff was heard, and Kyle glanced to the side to see Eric rolling his eyes.

"You're seriously scared of this asshole?" Eric asked, pointing a thumb to the redhead.

Silence fell heavily over the room at the words, the previously angry man staring with a slack jaw. Kyle felt his abdomen twist at the insult, fighting a smile that wanted to appear. He watched happily as Eric glared at him, hand sliding to the stranger's back. His gaze soon turned back to the man, watching a drop of sweat slide down the side of prominent cheekbones.

"Are you?" Kyle asked the man casually.

The stranger's eyes flicked between Eric and Kyle, mouth opening and closing in shock.

"I-I mean, um, yes?" The man swallowed, waving his hands frantically once again. "N-Not the asshole part, of course! I have the upmost respect for Mr. Broflovski, and he's a very intimidating man, so absolutely I would be scared. But not in a bad way! He's very strong and-"

Kyle watched in amusement as the man fumbled over his words, desperate to prove himself to the redhead, but he only furthered how pathetic he looked.

"-and you should have more respect for him as well!" The man pointed to Eric. "You're insane if you say things like that to him, idiot!"

"What did you call me?" Eric snapped.

Kyle's gloved hand slid from the man's back to grip his forearm tightly, receiving a small gasp in return.

"If you truly respected me, then you'll respect Eric." He commented.

The man nodded quickly. "Definitely." He then looked to the annoyed brunette. "I'm very sorry."

Eric rolled his eyes, but didn't reply, which made the man more nervous than before. Kyle loosened his hold, giving a small pat to the arm before lightly pushing the other towards the entrance of the coffee shop. The man stumbled slightly, turning to run towards the door. Kyle's eyes caught Stan's own, and he nodded to the panicked stranger. As soon as the door was open, Stan was quick to grab him and pull him aside.

Kyle turned back to Eric, strolling over to the counter and stopping before the beautiful cashier.

"If you expect a thank you, then you can forget it." Eric almost spat.

Kyle hummed, placing his palm on the counter and leaning closer. "No need for thanks." Just seeing the other was reward enough.

"Oh god." Eric's lip curled in slight disgust.

Kyle's hand slid across the counter until it rested over Eric's own, staring deep into angry golden eyes.

"You're still as lovely as ever." He almost purred.

Eric's hand snapped away. "And you're still a nasty pervert."

Kyle allowed a small smirk to lift, dragging his hand back to himself. The insult sparked through him blissfully, practically making the hair on the back of his neck stand in excitement. He glanced at the clock, noting that Eric's shift would be ending very soon. He wanted to handle the waiting business before then, so he took a step back.

"I'll see you soon." Kyle said, which only made Eric's frown deepen.

"I really hope not." Eric drawled.

Kyle turned to take his leave, pleased that he was finally able to talk with Eric once again. Any moment he spent away from the brunette was dreadful, wanting nothing more than to sit at the shop, sip at coffee, and listen while he was berated for being there. A deeper desire surfaced, picturing Eric seated on Kyle's lap while he spat obscenities in the redhead's face, holding the coffee for the other as everyone watched in shock and fear. Yes, Kyle wanted- no, needed to claim Eric for everyone to see.

The glass door was pushed open, and Kyle strolled over to Scott still waiting patiently outside. He stopped in front of the other, and Scott nodded over to the alley they had exit from previously. Kyle moved towards the area, adjusting the sleeves of his suit jacket as he spotted Stan holding the customer from before. As soon as the man caught sight of Kyle, his face dropped in pure fear. It was delightful.

Kyle released a quiet breath when he halted his steps, mere inches from the trembling man. He folded his hands in front of him, silently watching the other.

"A-Are you going to kill me?" The man whimpered.

Kyle hummed, tilting his head slightly in thought. "No."

The man sighed in relief, sagging from his tense posture. "Thank you, Mr. Broflovski." He looked up at Kyle, eyes staring hard into the red tie. "I-I'm so sorry if I offended you in any way."

Kyle nodded to Stan, and the man was released. He quietly thanked Stan, fixing his wrinkled clothing with shaking hands.

"If there's anything I can do to make.. whatever you're mad about right, then please tell me." The man almost begged.

Kyle's face remained calm, but the memory of what the man had done sparked rare irritation inside.

"Why do you think I'm mad?" He asked curiously.

The man shuffled in discomfort. "I, uh, I-I don't... um.." He mumbled.

Kyle stepped closer. "Use your words." He encouraged. "You had no problem using them earlier."

The man's breathing quickened in fear. "B-Because I was rude to... the cashier?"

Kyle reached forward to pluck a strand of loose hair sitting on the other's shoulder, dropping it to the ground.

"Because you disrespected what's mine." He clarified.

"I had no idea, I swear! I-I would never do something like that on purpose!" The man defended.

"But you did speak those words on purpose, didn't you?" Kyle pointed out. "Regardless of who Eric is."

The man frantically shook his head. "And I completely see how I was wrong. I was a huge asshole for.. no reason at all, totally uncalled for. I promise that I will never speak ill to someone again." He assured desperately.

Kyle gave a small nod. "Good."

He took a step back from the trembling men, shifting to the side and lifting a hand to gesture that the other was free to leave. The man barely waited a beat before he was speeding towards the exit of the alleyway, practically stumbling on his way out.

"Oh, by the way," Kyle called, watching as the other instantly halted, "I don't like broken promises."

The man looked back with fear, nodding timidly in understanding before he was running off. Kyle lifted his arm to pull back the sleeve of his suit jacket, pleased to see that he was right on time. He released the fabric to wave at Stan and Scott, both men using the silent command to take their own leave.

Kyle strolled his way over to the side of the building, following the pale brick wall until he reached the edge of the glass that curved from the front window on to the side. He turned to press his back to the hard surface, making sure to remain out of view of anyone inside. His hand raised to dip his fingers into his front breast pocket, pulling out a small flat metal case. Popping it open revealed five neatly placed cigarettes lining the bottom area.

A single cigarette was pulled from its light binding, the butt pressing between thin lips before Kyle was pushing a switch on the side. A metal swirl lit up at the top of the case, and he placed the tip to the heated area to burn the end. He snapped the thin case shut as he inhaled the smoke that seeped from the filter, sliding it back into its original spot.

Kyle exhaled through his nose as his arm raised to check the time again, the hand of the clock only mere centimetres from its desired position. His arm dropped back to his side, taking a long drag of the cigarette while his gaze practically burned into the wall ahead. He had no idea he could feel so impatient, just the memory of Eric from moments ago enough to have him practically buzzing with need.

Patience was one of Kyle's fortes, and yet, his emotions seemed to do what they wanted around the tantalizing brunette. Kyle both hated it and was intrigued at the same time- just what made Eric so special? Perhaps he really was a masochist, never meeting someone so bold to treat him the way he treated others. It excited him more than it should, and it only made him crave Eric further.

More soothing smoke filled Kyle's lungs as he took another drag, heat swirling deep within as Eric's words from earlier echoed in his mind. The way Eric carried his annoyed confidence while everyone else was too cowardice to even look at Kyle, spitting hatred towards the redhead, proving to anyone watching that he held no fear. It made Kyle burn hotter than ever before, Eric was like no one Kyle had ever met.

Though, it wasn't like Kyle had never met anyone to disrespect him, in fact, he had been attacked multiple times as a teenager. Men or other organizations trying to get at his father, and what better way than to go after the leader's son. A huge mistake on their part, both for messing with Gerald and himself. Kyle was no pushover, his father had made sure he got his own training to properly defend himself. But that didn't stop random thugs from targeting Kyle.

It was one of the reasons he hated basement alleyways- a prime spot for many of his attacks. He could still remember the day he received the scar across his face like it was yesterday, that damn alley with broken lights was like a calling to criminals. All Kyle had to do was retrieve a payment for his father from a dealer, and Stan had even been accompanying him. It all happened so fast, one moment the two of them were heading towards the exit, the next there were at least six men surrounding them.

Kyle's free hand raised to lightly trace the scar across his cheek, clicking his tongue quietly at the thought of the one man with a knife. The other's had clearly been unprepared as they only had their fists, but they still managed to inflict quite a few splits and bruises before Kyle was snapping their necks. It was his own fault for getting distracted, he shouldn't have been so worried about Stan. If he had just focused on the enemies, then he wouldn't have his least favourite eyesore presented almost painfully on his face. A constant reminder of his mistake.

The sound of a small bell caught Kyle's attention, leaning forward to look through the glass. All negative thoughts instantly washed away at the sight of the stretching brunette, eyes trailing down to see the peeking of a wide stomach where the shirt had raised. Dark hairs coated the thick flesh, and he couldn't stop the small smirk of satisfaction from lifting his lips.

Kyle pushed away from the wall as Eric began to walk away from the shop, long legs easily closing in on his oblivious target as a gloved hand smoothed over gelled curls. His eyes remained glued to lightly swaying hips, the movement so tantalizing that it had him almost drooling. He wanted to squeeze the perfectly round backside, but he resisted. All in due time. He would soon be doing much more than just groping the plump ass.

Kyle's steps finally slowed to match the man that was now at his side, setting the butt of his cigarette between his teeth as his other hand raised to place on Eric's lower back. The brunette jumped slightly in surprise, head whipping to the side to meet Kyle's heated gaze.

"Oh god damnit." Eric groaned, pushing Kyle's arm away.

"How was your shift?" Kyle asked after he pulled the cigarette from his lips, smoke releasing as he spoke.

Eric waved his hand through the cloud in disgust. "It was great until you showed up."

Kyle's smirk widened ever so slightly. "Yes, I bet getting yelled at was quite fun."

"I'd rather that then to see you." Eric drawled.

Kyle hummed, inhaling another puff of smoke before blowing it into the air above.

"Congratulations on your raise." He commented.

"How did you know that?" Eric narrowed his eyes.

Kyle shrugged shallowly. "I know everything."

Eric scoffed. "Yeah, sure."

Kyle noticed that Eric had increased his pace in an attempt to leave the redhead behind, and it only fuelled the desire for a chase deep within. Kyle quickened his own steps, easily matching the other pace once again.

"I'll drive you home." Kyle stated rather than asked.

"I don't need a ride from someone like you." Eric spat. "I take the bus."

Someone like you. Kyle repeated the underlined insult in his mind blissfully.

"There's so many diseases on public transportation." Kyle pointed out.

Eric clicked his tongue. "I'd rather get HIV than spend any willing time with you. Then maybe you'd actually leave me alone."

Kyle took one final drag from his cigarette before flicking it ahead of himself, stomping on it as he passed over it.

"That wouldn't stop me." He mentioned a little too easily. "I plan on claiming you forever." He looked down to meet Eric's disgusted gaze. "What size ring do you wear?"

"Whatever size is big enough for you to choke on." Eric sneered.

"I knew you'd be just as feisty in bed." Kyle almost cooed.

"You're a sicko." Eric said as they finally reached the bus stop. "Seriously, could you just fuck off?"

Kyle's stomach fluttered excitedly, fingers balling into fists to stop himself from reaching for the other man. He watched as Eric moved to drop down heavily on to the bench, sighing loudly as golden eyes glared hard at the other side of the street. He wanted so desperately to continue provoking the other man, but ultimately decided to hold off for that day. He didn't want to push Eric too much.

"Whatever you want." Kyle said.

"Finally..." Eric breathed out, still not meeting his gaze.

Kyle never tore his eyes away from Eric as he slowly stepped away, pushing aside the disappointment he felt the further he got. He trailed his gaze over the wide body one final time before turning around, quickly spotting his black Mercedes parked close by with Stan and Scott already inside. He figured the two men had been watching them, keeping a close eye on the stranger that Kyle suddenly gained an interest in.

It wasn't long before Kyle was pulling open the back door to slip inside next to Stan, shutting it behind himself once he was fully in. He shuffled in his seat to get more comfortable as Scott drove away, glancing to the side to watch as they passed Eric. The glare that was directed towards the vehicle was beautiful, burning the image to memory.

"You've definitely picked an interesting one to set your eyes on." Scott commented from the driver's seat.

Kyle hummed in agreement, turning his gaze ahead once he could no longer see Eric.

"I mean, I guess he's cute, but he has no respect." Scott continued.

Kyle couldn't agree more.

"He doesn't seem to be interested in you, surprisingly." Scott wondered aloud. "Also, what kind of mechanic doesn't own a vehicle?" He chuckled.

"Scott?" Kyle inquired.

"Yes, Boss?" Scott looked at the other through the mirror.

"Be quiet." Kyle's words were soft and easy.

"Oh.. yes, sir." Scott's gaze flicked nervously back to the road.

They continued down the road in silence, and Kyle's good mood was far from deterred. Just being next to the fiery brunette was enough to fill him with boiling arousal, a desire to win the heart of Eric more with every insult. Not even the words from Scott could turn him sour, already on cloud fucking nine from a mere conversation with Eric.

Kyle reached into his jacket and pulled out the folded schedule, opening it to scan over the different dates. He held out his hand to Stan, feeling a pen quickly placed to the open palm to bring closer. He circled Eric's name, humming when he noticed how few shifts the man actually worked. For a moment he wondered if he should pay another visit to Tweek, but he brushed the thought away soon after, unsure if Eric even wanted more.

The final name was circled, pulling the pen away to examine his handiwork. He tapped the tip lightly against the paper in thought, eyes boring into the name that was scheduled for the next day. An idea appeared in his mind, and he held out the pen to Stan, who was just as quick to take it away.

"Halt the busses for tomorrow evening." Kyle stated, folding the paper once again.

"Yes, sir." Stan replied before reaching for his laptop.

Kyle tucked the paper back into the hidden breast pocket of his black suit jacket, satisfied as he watched the passing trees. They grew closer to his home, his fingers absentmindedly drumming against his thigh. He listened to the soft clicks of Stan's keyboard, the soothing sound accompanying the ticking of the turn signal as they pulled up to the large entrance gate of his house.

The vehicle drove up the long pavement, passing a gardener trimming one of the many large bushes that lined the driveway. Kyle noticed two men standing at the front door with their hands folded in front of them, red suits pressed neatly and presenting almost perfectly in the setting sunlight. Kyle would never regret his choice to change their attire from black to red, switching it in honour of his father who used to wear a red suit. Gerald's men had been surprised at the choice, but all very grateful that they were given the opportunity to live on with their previous boss.

One of the men descended the stairs as the vehicle rolled to a stop in front of Kyle's home, opening the back door for him to exit. It was shut behind him as he adjusted his jacket, glancing at the man curiously.

"We've brought him, sir." The man stated.

Kyle hummed in acknowledgment, striding his way closer to the short stairs to begin stepping his way up. One of the two large doors was opened for his arrival, strolling through before turning to make his way towards his meeting room. Another door was opened for him, and he was greeted by the familiar red carpet that led across the room to his favourite chair.

The sound of a muffled whimper caught his attention, and he looked to the side to see a man standing with a bag over his head and arms behind his back. Next to the squirming man was two of Kyle's own, standing straight with matching red suits and black ties. He waved at them, and they were quick to begin dragging the masked man.

Kyle waited patiently as the other was shoved to his knees, a frightened yelp leaving him at the rough action. The bag was soon torn from his head, panicked eyes looking everywhere. They finally landed on Kyle, only to widen before flicking away.

"James." Kyle greeted.

"Mr. Broflovski... it's, uh, good to see you." James choked out.

Kyle hummed, lifting his hands so he could unfasten a button at the wrist of his glove.

"Boss, please, I-I swear it's not what you think! Just let me explain!" James begged.

Kyle pulled the glove from his hand, enjoying the look of terror that filled those pathetic blue eyes. He reached for the second one, flicking the button through the loop.

"You caught me on a good day." He said, plucking the other glove from his hand. "I'll hear you out."

He held out the pair of leather gloves to the side, and they were quickly grabbed by one of his men. James' shoulders sagged with relief as Kyle began to remove his black jacket, holding it to the side as well once his arms were free.

"They told me that you think I'm working for the Miller Group, but it's not true! I would never work for people like them!" James assured. "I wouldn't be stupid enough to betray you, Boss, I have too much respect for you!"

Kyle nodded as he began to roll up the sleeves of his black dress shirt, stopping once the cloth reached his elbows.

"Then why were you seen speaking with them?" When James opened his mouth to speak, Kyle held up a hand to halt the words. "More than once." He pointed out.

"They came to me! I told them I'm not interested, but they hardly take no for an answer. I said I work for you, that I'd never go against you!" James pressed.

Kyle reached for his tie next, loosening it from around his neck before tugging it away. The last article was held out and taken from his grasp, placing his hands on his hips as he stared at the rambling man.

"Why didn't you contact me?" He asked.

James' mouth opened and closed, a choked noise squeezing from his throat. "I... I-I wasn't thinking.."

Kyle leaned down slightly. "Keeping secrets is another form of betrayal." He said softly.

Before James could utter another word, Kyle's fist was quickly slamming into the brunette's jaw. The man fell back, and Kyle slowly strolled to the side of the other, never tearing his gaze away.

"But, like I said earlier;" Kyle pulled a leg back before kicking the other in the ribs, receiving a pained yelp, "I'm in a good mood."

Another harsh kick had James squirming in his bindings, and Kyle stepped one foot over the body to stare down at the other.

"Don't worry," Kyle leaned down again, "I won't kill you." He said easily.

He raised a foot to stomp down on James' face, satisfied at the soft crunch he heard below. He pulled it away to reveal the blood smeared around the broken nose, tears welling in desperate blue eyes. The front of James' shirt was grabbed in a tight fist, pulling the brunette up so Kyle could use his free fist to land another strike against the damaged appendage.

James cried out in pain when his broken nose was hit, Kyle wasting no time in pulling his fist back for another swing. It connected with the side of the bloodied face in quick succession, not bothering to allow the man to even catch a breath before he was striking again.

Kyle released James, his back hitting the carpet below. The redhead stood straight once again, taking a small step away from the cowering man.

"P-Please... I'm sorry..." James whimpered.

"Get up." Kyle commanded lightly.

"Sir, I promise I-I'll always-"

Kyle's leg swung forward, shoe connecting harshly with James' ribs. A loud shout echoed in the room, the brunette curling towards the pain.

"Get up." Kyle repeated.

James rolled on to his stomach, shuffling to his knees to raise himself up. One knee raised to use as leverage to stand up completely, watering gaze staring hard at Kyle's chest. The redhead took a single step forward before he was throwing another hard punch, feeling a tooth chip under his knuckles. James stumbled back from the impact, but managed to remain on his feet.

Kyle watched as James regained balance, panting quietly through lips coated with blood. His gaze travelled over the trembling man, raising a hand to wave at someone to the side. One of his men quickly moved forward, pulling out a knife and stepping behind James. A small snap was heard before black zip ties were falling to the floor from behind the brunette.

James let out a sigh when his arms were released, bringing them forward to rub at his wrists.

"Th-Thank you, sir. I swear-"

Kyle was quickly striding forward and pulling his fist back, slamming it into the side of James' cheek. The brunette lost his balance once again, stumbling towards a few men standing off to the side. They split apart to allow James to fall to the black tile below, Kyle following after the other.

He dropped down to straddle James' waist, gripping the thin shoulder to push the other's back to the floor. Kyle pulled his free hand back, balling it into a fist before slamming it forward. He repeated the action over and over, each harsh strike creating a new bruise or split along the swollen face.

Flowing brunette locks caught Kyle's attention, almost tantalized by their movements as his fists continued on their own. He couldn't help but allow his mind to wander to the most gorgeous brown locks he had memorized, the longer strands accompanied by golden eyes filled with heat. Kyle could practically feel that familiar glare on him, judging every move he made.

Eric's taunting words echoed in his ears, berating him for the filthy work he was performing. He would tell Kyle how disgusting he thought the other was as the redhead reached for him with bloodied hands, eager to feel plump flesh under slick fingertips. Eric would sneer as Kyle's hands slid along exposed skin, marking the perfect body with the remains of his enemies, coating the brunette with the promise of protection. Kyle knew red would look so beautiful on Eric.

A final punch landed against James' cheek, and the throb in Kyle's fist made him wonder how it would feel if Eric were to strike Kyle himself. The thought had his body buzzing with life, releasing a satisfied breath into the air around him. His hands trembled with excitement, aching from a thrill blooming deep within. The choked sob he heard from below only added fuel to his arousal, the image of Eric with a bloodied fist and a cruel smirk burned at the forefront of his mind.

Kyle inhaled one final breath before looking down, watching as James spat blood to the floor, adding to the red liquid already splattered along the tile. He slowly stood from where he knelt, gaze never leaving the shaking man at his feet.

A handkerchief was held out to Kyle, a he plucked it from the offering hand. He used the cloth to wipe his stained knuckles, basking in the choked gasps from below.

"I expect to hear from you if the Miller Group persists." He stated, switching to wipe his other hand.

James could only nod in return, releasing a sob as he hugged himself for comfort. Kyle eyed the mess surrounding the man, cleaning the last bit of blood from his skin. He hummed in thought for a moment, content to watch James squirm in pain.

Kyle eventually threw the handkerchief at James, the slip of stained fabric landing next to the brunette's face.

"Clean this up." Kyle gestured to the blood.

James coughed against the floor, spreading more fluid along the tiles. He shakily moved his hands to press his palms to the hard surface below, slowly pushing his torso up. Kyle watched patiently as James struggled to sit up, taking the time to roll down his bunched up sleeves. The brunette reached for the handkerchief, weakly dragging it across the floor in an attempt to clean the mess.

Kyle nodded in approval, turning away from the sobbing man to begin his stride towards the exit of the room. He spotted Stan standing next to the door, eyes glued to the man crawling along the floor. He stopped next to the dark-haired man, plucking his gloves from the loose hold. He gave Stan a questioning look when those blue eyes turned to him, and the other man cleared his throat.

"I completed what you asked, sir." Stan stated.

"Perfect." Kyle breathed, reaching for his jacket and tie held by Scott.

It really was a good day.

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Kyle exhaled a drag of his cigarette through his nose, back pressed to the hard wall behind him. He pulled the butt from his lips, turning his wrist to look at the watch strapped around it. His lips quirked up when the hand struck six, flicking his gaze to the rose held in his other hand.

He pinched the stem between three gloved fingers, twisting it slowly as he admired the red pedals. The colour reminded him so much of the previous day, how he wished he could coat Eric in the beautiful liquid. A deep desire within practically begged Eric to strike Kyle, make him bleed so plump lips could drag along the wounds.

Kyle would give almost anything to devour Eric's mouth with the taste of metal spreading along their swirling tongues. He craved the brunette more than he needed oxygen, wanted Eric to claw aggressively at his back as he pounded into the most blissful hole he would ever feel. His wandering mind was burning his body hotter than it should, releasing a shuddering breath to ease his tensing muscles.

A hand lifted to place the butt between thin lips once again, inhaling the final drag before dropping the cigarette to the ground to stomp on. He blew out the last bit of smoke, perking up at the sound of a chiming bell. He glanced around into the window to see the object of his affection leaving the coffee shop, stretching thick arms high in the air to reveal the peeking of a beautiful stomach covered in hair.

Kyle pushed away from the wall almost eagerly, quickly striding his way over to the brunette before the other could walk too far. Once he got close to Eric, he made a swift sidestep to stop in front of the shorter man. Their eyes met and Kyle was gifted with that alluring glare that he dreamed about nightly.

The rose was held out to Eric, small smile lifting Kyle's lips.

"Good evening, my dear." He practically cooed.

"Oh, great." Eric grumbled. "Stop calling me that."

Beautiful brown eyes flicked down to the offered flower, an eyebrow raising at the sight. It was soon plucked from Kyle's grasp, and it had his chest blooming with warmth. He watched intently as Eric took a few steps away, extending the rose to the side before it was dropped into a nearby trash can.

The warmth in Kyle's chest quickly travelled to his abdomen, smile growing ever so slightly. The rude gesture had him thriving with lust, wondering if he could get more than just a gesture out of the feisty brunette.

"And would you stop sending flowers to my fucking house? You're so creepy." Eric spat, beginning to walk towards the bus stop.

Kyle followed after the other, matching the short stomps leading them down the sidewalk. The insult made him shiver, eyes never straying from silky brunette locks.

"I thought you'd like them." He cooed.

Eric scoffed. "The only thing I like about them is setting them on fire."

Kyle couldn't fight the small grin that pulled at his lips. He would expect nothing less from Eric.

"Then, what would you like me to send?" His eyes trailed down to Eric's wide stomach. "Food?" He teased, earning a huff of annoyance. "Money? Jewelry? Anything you want."

Eric halted his angry steps, turning a heavy glare towards Kyle that had the redhead feeling hot.

"I want you to fuck off!" Eric seethed.

Kyle hummed, eyes never straying from the burning gaze boring deep within his soul. It felt so good to just stare into those golden orbs that refused to be intimidated, refused to allow Kyle to take complete control. Kyle wanted more.

Eric finally spun to continue his path when the only answer he received was an intrigued stare, and Kyle was quick to follow the other once again. The soft, angry grumbles were like music to Kyle's eyes, cursing his very existence as if he wasn't right next to the man. Everything about Eric was just too perfect, Kyle needed everything the brunette could offer.

They grew closer to the bus stop, and Kyle spotted a stand with a sign attached to the top. He glanced to see Eric's eyebrows furrow in confusion, steps quickening slightly to read what was posted. Both men stopped in front of the metal post, examining the printed words of; "Temporarily out of service. We apologize for any inconvenience".

Kyle's eyes scanned over the sign in appreciation, turning slightly to face the fuming brunette. He released a small sigh, looking down at the other in mock pity.

"The busses aren't working? That's too bad." Kyle cooed.

Eric slowly turned to face the redhead, eyes narrowing in suspicion.

"I'm parked close by, would you care for a ride home?" Kyle offered easily, motioning to the black vehicle parked down the street.

Eric sneered at Kyle, fists closing at his sides.

"You did this, didn't you." He stated more than asked.

Kyle shrugged, and his body flared with excitement when Eric's jaw tightened. Thick hands were clenching and unclenching at Eric's side, glare filled with a hatred that had Kyle's knees weak. He so desperately wanted Eric to strike- to mark Kyle with the frustrations he was creating for the brunette.

Eric's nose flared in anger, breathing becoming slightly heavier the longer they stared at one another. After a few deep breaths, Eric eventually turned on his heel to march away from the redhead. Kyle watched with interest as the other walked towards his parked vehicle, hope and excitement filling him as he slowly trailed after Eric.

When Eric strolled right passed Kyle's car, that excitement turned into pure bliss at the shameless disrespect. Anything that Eric did was much too perfect, and Kyle stopped next to the empty driver's seat as he silently watched Eric stomp away. The brunette would rather walk than accept the ride, and Kyle couldn't be happier.

He released an appreciative noise, reaching into his pocket to pull out his keys. He pushed the button to unlock the door, pulling it open as he continued to watch Eric cross the street. Kyle was tempted to follow the other, but reluctantly decided against the idea.

Yes, all in due time.

Chapter Text

Kyle's legs spread from where he sat on a firm couch, folding his gloved hands between his knees as he slowly scanned the mostly empty area. The home was a lot more spacious than he remembered, walls bare and only a single couch with a side table filling the living room. The furniture was facing a large window, no curtains to hide what was inside.

Stan and Scott were standing silently by the entrance of the living room, both men on either side of the wide opening. Kyle examined each and every mark on the wall in front of him, wondering how many were caused by someone who didn't reside at the household. There were still a few family photos hanging along the surface, but none of the fancy paintings he had remembered seeing the previous week.

Kyle's gaze moved to the window, spotting a blonde man slowly pacing the front yard, stare focused on the surroundings of the house. Leo, or Butters as some of the men called him, was Kyle's fastest and strongest member. He was posted outside to make sure that no one attempted to escape Kyle. He was kind and caring on the outside, always seen with a smile on his face, softness shining even through the long scar that ran over his left eye. But on the inside, Leo was a natural born killer. He would end another man's life without hesitation, keeping that ridiculous smile spread even as blood sprayed across his face.

Shuffling was heard at Kyle's side, and he glanced over to see Cory slowly walking into the living room with his head lowered. There was a large orange envelope tightly held in trembling fists, steps slow and nervous. He paused a short distance from Kyle, shakily holding the paper out to the other man. Kyle raised a hand to give a small wave, Stan quickly striding over to grab the offered payment. There was slight resistance from the brunette, but Stan easily pulled it from the grasp after a second tug.

"It's... It's all there..." Cory mumbled.

"We'll decide that." Stan commented.

Stan and Scott moved to the side table after they opened the envelope to begin counting the money, pulling out messy bills with a look of disdain on their faces.

"You seriously couldn't have put it in a bit more organized?" Scott asked in annoyance.

"S-Sorry, I was in a rush, and-"

Kyle lifted a hand once again to halt the explanation, Cory's mouth instantly clamping shut. It dropped back down to his thigh, resting his palm over the area as he quietly examined the man before him. Cory seemed to squirm under his stare, and it sent a wave of satisfaction through him. He could see the remnants of dried tears stained under puffy red eyes, regret and anger present on the bruised face. It was delightful.

"You must remember, Cory," Kyle said after the beat of silence, "that you are the one who came to me."

Cory's fists clenched as his sides, face twisting in shame.

"I know." He muttered.

The quiet room was only filled by the soft shuffling of the paper bills, Kyle's hands sliding to meet in the middle and fold like they had before. His watch was exposed from the sleeve of his suit jacket, and his eyes flicked down to check the time. He internally smiled at the small hands that greeted him, informing him that he still had plenty of time before Eric would be off work.

Kyle always looked forward to the almost daily visits to his favourite civilian, already hearing the complaints echo in his mind. He could still remember the time that Eric had attempted to hide in the back, but was forced out to the front by Tweek upon Kyle's request. He made sure that no one other than Eric prepared his simple order of a black coffee, always sliding the beautiful man a crisp one-hundred dollar bill, only to be met with those perfect golden eyes rolling. Of course, Eric never refused the money, so it felt like a small victory to the redhead.

Kyle had received a few comments from some of his men as rumours had spread throughout his group about his new interest in a man with no respect. He never bothered to explain himself to the members, always telling them to never question his actions. If he was being honest, even he was somewhat confused about his obsession. He still had that nagging in the back of his mind insisting that he was actually a masochist, but his sadistic side refused to believe it. There was just something about the way Eric spoke, about the way he carried himself with such arrogance, that called to Kyle. Pulled Kyle in so deep that he never wanted to escape the clutch that Eric held so tightly against him.

The sound of soft steps caught Kyle's attention, and he looked to the side to see a blonde woman slowly entering the room. There were fresh tears streaming down her flushed cheeks, brown eyes burning with a deep fury. Kyle raised a curious eyebrow, gaze flicking to the arm that was hidden behind her back.

"Mary, I told you to stay upstairs." Cory said quietly.

Kyle recognized the woman from the photo he saw the previous week, her features the complete opposite of her bright smile he remembered seeing. Her silence piqued his interest, remaining relaxed as she shuffled further into the room. She halted her steps when she was on the opposite side of the room from Cory and Kyle, her hard stare never leaving the seated redhead.

"Mary?" Cory asked in confusion.

A gasp left the brunette man when Mary's arm raised, pointing a small handheld gun at Kyle. The barrel shook slightly, more tears spilling down her cheeks as she glared hard at him. Kyle remained relaxed, unsurprised when her eyes naturally refused to meet his own.

"This is your fault." Mary finally spoke, her words coming out strained through gritted teeth.

"Mary, put the gun down." Cory held his hands out to her in an attempt to calm his wife.

"We have nothing because of you." She continued bitterly, gun trembling further.

Kyle quietly examined the weapon, every groove and scrape and switch- even the way it was held, he studied it all. It was smaller than the one tucked into the holster attached to the waistband of his pants, but that didn't mean the damage would be any less, especially at such a close range.

"Don't do this, please, Mary." Cory begged.

The woman sobbed, other hand raising to steady her shaking one. Her finger curled around the trigger, and Cory took a small step closer.

"Honey, please, listen to me." He continued. "You can't shoot a man like him, we'll-"

"We had to sell everything." She seethed.

Kyle released a soft hum, unfolding his hands to place his palms on his knees. He pushed himself up to stand from the uncomfortable furniture, hands soon moving to grip the bottom of his suit jacket to adjust it.

"We had to take out a second mortgage." She continued through her tears angrily.

Kyle folded his hands in front of himself, listening to the sob story with mild interest, the words far too familiar to him.

"We can't afford to send our kids to college anymore!" Mary cried out.

"Mary!" Cory shouted sternly in an attempt to gain her attention.

The blonde woman ignored his pleas, sneering as her shoulders tensed. The gun shook in her hands, but the barrel remained pointed to Kyle's chest with determination. His eyes flicked to her fingers, and he watched as the lithe digits trembled in what he assumed was underlined fear. But that fear didn't stop her from squeezing the trigger, shutting her eyes in expectation.

The bullet didn't fire, and Kyle was quick to step forward and tightly grip her wrist. He twisted it in one swift motion, pleased at the cry of pain and the quiet snap he received from the harsh action. The gun clattered to the hard floor as he maneuvered behind the woman, one gloved hand landing on her jaw while the other was placed over the back of her head, tilting it slightly in a threat. He could feel her shaking in his hold, her working hand gripping his forearm to dig her nails into the appendage. The slight pain from the pointed fake nails did nothing to waver his relaxed features, the sound of her panicked sob like music to his ears.

Cory fell to his knees, eyes wide in fear as he stared at his wife.

"M-Mr. Broflovski, please have mercy!" He begged desperately.

Kyle only continued to stare quietly, watching as new tears began to stream down the man's face.

"She.. she was just in hysterics, she didn't mean it!" Cory continued through his sobs. "Please spare her, I'm begging you!"

Kyle watched as Cory crawled closer to them, panting heavily while his shaking hands pulled him across the hard floor. One of them reached for the discarded weapon, quickly snatching it to pull it closer. Kyle fought the smirk that wanted to appear when the barrel was pressed to Cory's head and the safety was flicked off, bloodshot gaze moving up to Kyle's face, but their eyes never met.

"Please! I-I'll even kill myself!" Cory begged pathetically. "Just please let her go!"

It was all so blissful to Kyle- the way Cory pleaded at his feet, the way Mary trembled in fear as her neck was held hostage. It was perfect. It had heat flaring through him at the excitement he felt, each tear that fell more delicious than the last. The control he held over people like them was so pleasurable, their cries for mercy like a drug that gave him the most erotic high.

"No! Cory, you can't-"

"Done." Stan interrupted Mary's desperate words, gaining the attention of the crying couple. "It's all here."

"Plus a few extra bucks." Scott added in delight as they neatly organized the money back into the envelope.

"You..." Cory sniffled. "You never stopped counting this whole time?" He asked in disbelief. "Why wouldn't you help your boss when he was in danger?"

Scott released a scoff. "If he can't handle a couple nobodies, then he wouldn't be our boss."

Stan shrugged. "You're no match for him."

Cory's mouth opened and closed in shock, glancing between the two men quietly conversing with themselves for a moment before his gaze quickly flicked back to his wife. He dropped the gun back to the floor, shuffling closer on his knees, stopping once he was close to Mary. He gripped her loose pants, staring up at her desperately.

"Apologize to Mr. Broflovski. Please, Mary." He sobbed.

"He took everything from us!" Mary spat, struggling in the hold.

Kyle curled his fingers in her hair, pulling her head back slightly to halt her movements. He moved closer to her ear, keeping his voice soft as he spoke.

"It would be a shame for children to lose their mother." He finally said.

Mary instantly froze, her grip loosening around Kyle's arm. He could hear the way her breath stuttered, and he gently ran a thumb along her jaw in a mocking soothing motion.

"Just apologize!" Cory pleaded.

Mary's hold tightened once again. "We lost everything because of him! I'll never apologize to the man that took our kids' future-"

"It was me! I took everything from us!" Cory suddenly cried out.

Silence fell over the room, only broken by a soft whistle from Scott at the admission. Kyle heard how Mary's breath stalled, voice crackling in her throat as she stared at her weeping husband.

"But... you said he was blackmailing you." She said in confusion.

Cory's mouth opened to reply, but he hesitated. His jaw trembled as he looked away in shame, releasing the hold he had on her clothing.

"...I lied." He choked out. "I borrowed money from him for my..."

Kyle loosened his hold on Mary as they stared down at the feeble man, but he didn't dare release her yet.

"For my gambling." Cory finally finished quietly.

Mary's hand dropped from Kyle's arm, and he could feel the way her jaw trembled in his palm.

"W-What?" She whispered in disbelief. "Cory, you said you were done with that years ago!" Her voice raised in betrayal.

"I know!" Cory's gaze snapped back to his wife, eyes filled with a tearful regret. "I know." He repeated softer that time.

Kyle finally released Mary, and she instantly collapsed to the floor. He casually stepped around the couple and towards the discarded gun, leaning down to pick up the weapon with a small sigh. His arm was held out and the gun was taken from his grasp by Stan, basking in the last moments he would hear their weeping of agony.

"That weekend fishing trip with the guys the other month turned out to be more than fishing." Cory's strained voice continued. "I thought we were just doing that, but at night, Ben wanted to go out for drinks. We were all pretty wasted, and he took us to a casino."

Kyle glanced back to the couple to see Mary's eyes widen, a hand moving to press over her mouth as more tears spilled.

"I couldn't help myself.. especially after I won a couple grand at first." Cory admitted, voice cracking with shame.

"How could you?" Mary sobbed through her palm.

"I'm sorry..." He stared at her desperately, reaching a hand out to her.

Mary slapped it away, glaring hard at the man in front of her. She pushed herself from the floor to stand on wobbling legs, roughly wiping her tears away before cradling her broken wrist in her other hand.

"I never want to see you again." She spat.

Cory sobbed and attempted to reach for her, but she stepped away, rounding his crumpled form to storm out of the living room. Before she could get too far, Kyle grabbed her arm, pulling her to a stop. He tugged her closer, relishing in the frightened gasp he received.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Broflovski..." Mary whimpered. "I was wrong, and I'm so sorry. Cory told me you were blackmailing him..."

Kyle tightened his hold for only a moment, staring at her flushed cheek that was turned to him, her gaze remaining ahead. He lessened his grip, but kept his hand around her to keep her stationed.

"Please, if you don't have any mercy for me, then have it for my kids." She continued sadly. "They need a mother."

Kyle's gaze flicked to the wall where a family photo was hanging, trailing over each smiling member behind the glass pane. A part of him wanted to show her that being so bold as to threaten his life would be the most terrifying mistake she had ever made, but at the same time, he respected the mother side of her that was raging for the loss of a happy life for her children. The way she was protecting them reminded him of his own mother, and he found himself releasing the hold he had on her, eyes moving back to the frightened woman.

"I'm going to need another form of compensation, if not your life, then." Kyle stated.

Mary visibly swallowed, slowly turning to face Kyle while keeping her eyes averted from his own. She raised her broken wrist slightly, and Kyle briefly glanced down at the oddly angled appendage.

"But.. you already broke my wrist, so..." She attempted to defend poorly.

Kyle leaned forward slightly, towering over the cowering woman. He kept his voice as calm as his features, hands folding in front of him.

"You tried to take my life." He reminded.

"Th-That's only because Cory told me-"

Kyle held a palm up to halt her words. "I don't like excuses." His hand dropped back down to join the other once he finished.

Mary shook her head. "No, Sir, I wasn't trying to..." She began to tremble once again. "I'm so sorry."

Kyle hummed as his eyes trailed over her swollen eyes and bright red face, her lashes naturally long and brown eyes shining with tears. He allowed his gaze to move down- along her neck and over her generous chest, her waist barely pinched and stomach slightly plump. Her wide hips complimented her long legs, and Kyle's gaze soon snapped back up to the crying woman.

"A life for a life." Kyle finally spoke, hand raising to land on her lower back. "You become mine- do as I say, work for me, please the men I tell you to."

A look of horror crossed Mary's face, and Kyle felt heat bloom at the fear evident in her eyes.

"Or," He continued, leaning closer to the whimpering woman, "I kill your husband."

Mary sobbed when he finished, folding forward slightly as she processed the options. Kyle stared at the back of her head in silence, waiting for her to make a decision. Stan and Scott were still patiently waiting by the couch, money in hand and gazes set towards the window. His arm raised to have his sleeve slide back enough to reveal his watch, happy to see he still had a good hour left until Eric would be off work. His arm dropped back down to focus on the woman once again, barely hearing the sobs from Cory across the room.

Mary finally leaned back up to look at Kyle, gaze set hard on his chest. Her body was tense and eyes burning with fear and resentment, cradling her damaged wrist just a bit closer to herself.

"Him." She stated shakily.

Kyle hummed at her response, lifting a hand to brush blonde strands away from her forehead, tucking them behind her ear. He placed his gloved palm to her cheek, gliding a thumb along her skin to swipe a stray tear.

"Good girl." Kyle praised softly.

He pulled away from the crying woman to turn and face Cory, the brunette staring at her in pure betrayal. Cory's face had grown so pale that Kyle wondered if the man had died before he could do it himself, moving closer to the shaking figure with easy steps. Those blue eyes snapped up to Kyle in terror, scrambling to his back to begin pushing himself away from the calm redhead.

"W-Wait! I did what you wanted!" Cory yelled in his panic. "Please don't kill me! I gave you everything I had! Kill her instead!"

Kyle reached behind himself, pushing the suit jacket out of the way to pull his gun from its holster. He brought it forward and examined the red Broflovski engraved into the barrel, humming in thought.

"You were so willing to die for her a moment ago. What changed?" He asked curiously, looking back to the pathetic man.

"That was before that bitch decided to kill me!" He spat, a glare turning towards his wife.

Kyle glanced back to see her look away in shame, soon turning to face Cory once again.

"Don't you always kill the person that wronged you?" He asked quickly in fear.

Kyle crouched down in front of the other, waiting until Cory's attention was back to himself before tilting his head slightly.

"Ma always taught me it's wrong to hurt women, so I try to avoid it." He sighed. "Sometimes it's inevitable." He lazily pointed the gun towards the brunette, satisfied at the flinch he received. "But sometimes, an alternative is offered so I don't have to be that kind of man. I may not be taking her life, but I'm still taking something dear from her."

Cory shook his head. "Please, sir. I don't want to die."

Kyle hummed. "And your wife didn't want you to gamble, yet here we are." He reached forward to press the barrel of the gun to Cory's sweating forehead. "You don't always get what you want." He cooed mockingly.

Cory opened his mouth to retaliate, but Kyle squeezed the trigger before a single word was uttered. Mary released a small scream of surprise from the loud shot, and he watched as the body fell lifeless to the floor. Blood began to seep from the wound, Kyle standing from the man so he could tuck his gun back into its holster. Quick footsteps were heard before Mary was falling to her knees next to her husband, shaking hands reaching for his pale face.

"I'm so sorry, my love." Her whispered words crackled through her sadness.

Kyle eyed her for a moment, listened to her quiet words of apologies. He soon stepped away, smoothing out his jacket as he made his way towards the exit of the living room. He paused next to the two waiting men, briefly glancing behind himself.

"Normally I would have someone clean up the mess, but I'll leave that up to you since this was your decision." Kyle said easily.

He received no response, unsurprisingly, so he continued his trek towards the entrance of the home. Scott was quick to get ahead of him so the door could be opened for his exit, striding through and into the lightly cooled air outside. He was instantly seen by Leo, and the blond man waved happily at the trio growing closer to the vehicle parked close by.

"How'd it go, Boss?" Leo asked with a smile.

Kyle paused to allow Scott to open the back seat door for him. "Same as always." He waved off the other man.

"Jeez, that sounds boring." Leo said in disappointment, rounding the vehicle towards the front passenger door.

Kyle didn't respond as he slipped into his seat, Stan soon claiming the one next to him. Finally, Scott entered and sat behind the steering wheel, all four men settling into the cushions before the engine was started. Scott pulled away from the sidewalk and into the road, lining up with the lane to leave the mess that was created behind.

"I'm in the mood for coffee." Kyle commented, keeping his gaze through the front windshield.

"Yes, sir." Scott replied.

The idea of getting to relax with a nice hot cup of coffee while his favourite brunette spoke those lovely words of hatred towards him was more appealing than it should have been. He had seen Eric the previous day, and yet, he still felt like it had been far too long since they had been together. He wanted to spend every waking moment with the gorgeous man, connect their bodies so intimately that they would never separate.

Kyle wanted to be with Eric- to feel plump flesh under his fingers, listen to those berating words, smell the cheap cologne always present on worn clothing, taste the sweat that dripped down the wide neck. He desired Eric, craved the man so deeply that it almost hurt. He knew that he would win over the man eventually, and he had a feeling that day would come very soon.

"Oh, by the way," Stan spoke, and Kyle looked over to the other, "Bill sent this letter. I forgot to give it to you before we left." He held out an envelope to the redhead.

Kyle stared at the paper with disdain, but reluctantly accepted the offered letter. He reached into the inner breast pocket to pull out his knife, flicking it open so he could slice the wax sealing the envelope closed. The knife was folded once again and stuffed into its original spot, flipping the front flap up to reveal its contents. A slip of paper was slid from the pocket, Kyle handing the empty envelope back to Stan.

The paper was unfolded so Kyle could read whatever that bastard had to say, a sour taste forming in his mouth at the sight of Bill's signature. He only had to scan over it for a moment before he was holding it away from himself, uninterested in the same letter he had been receiving every month for the past two years.

"Another invitation?" Stan asked as he pulled the paper from the lax grasp.

Kyle hummed his confirmation, focusing back on the road ahead. The area was familiar, unable to feel annoyed by the letter with the thought of growing so close to Eric. He wondered how the brunette would react that time- would Eric attempt to hide away again? Insult Kyle or spit shameless words? A small shiver ran up his spine at the thought of Eric growing angry towards him, that tantalizing fire that danced in those golden eyes plaguing his mind.

The coffee shop came into view, and Kyle unconsciously shifted in his seat, straightening his back just a bit more. His gaze never left the building as they grew closer, arousal bursting through him just from the mere proximity. He had been waiting all day to see the man of his darkest fantasies, hands clenching into impatient fists.

They finally pulled up next to the coffee shop, and as soon as the vehicle was parked, Kyle was pushing open the door and stepping back outside. The three other men remained seated, already accustomed to Kyle wanting to go in alone. He fixed his clothing before running a palm over his curls to flatten them, the strands pulled back and secured with a black hair tie. He then began striding towards his desired destination, already spotting the brunette behind the counter through the window.

Kyle's steps faltered slightly when he noticed the unfamiliar genuine smile across Eric's face, brows pinching slightly in confusion. He brushed it off before walking up to the glass door and pulling it open, the bell chiming and pulling a few people's attention in his direction. All eyes instantly flicked away, and Kyle could hear the soft giggles coming from the brunette woman standing on the other side of the counter from Eric.

"You're really smart," Eric grinned at the woman, "I like that."

Kyle heard her laugh softly once more, waving a hand towards the cashier.

"You flatter me too much." She said sweetly.

"Heidi, right?" Eric continued, lidded eyes staring at her.

"Yeah." She confirmed.

Eric reached across the counter, placing a hand over her own. "Beautiful name." He complimented flirtatiously.

The way Eric spoke had Kyle feeling aroused, but the knowledge that it wasn't directed at himself had a small frown pulling at his lips. He quickly strode towards the pair, attempting to keep the slight jealousy he felt hidden as each compliment or smile shot him directly in the chest. His movements were soon noticed by Eric, and the brunette's face instantly fell. The pinched eyebrows and downturned lips were somehow just as beautiful as the smile that had previously sat there, his steps halting next to Heidi.

Kyle turned to face her as he folded his hands in front of him, holding back the glare that wanted to direct itself towards the distracted woman. She seemed to notice Eric's change, glancing to the side to meet Kyle's chest. He watched as her eyes dragged up, face slowly dropping each inch she went up until she finally reached his own relaxed one. Her eyes quickly flicked away, stepping back while lowering her head in fear.

"Mr. Broflovski, what a surprise. I, uh, didn't know you liked coffee." Heidi said nervously.

Kyle placed a hand to the counter, drumming his fingers over the surface as he observed the woman his Eric seemed to be so interested in.

"It's not particularly the coffee I come for." He commented smoothly.

Kyle's eyes narrowed ever so slightly when Eric reached out to place a hand to her shoulder, watching as her gaze turned to the brunette man.

"Just ignore him, he's really annoying and pushy." Eric sighed.

Silence fell between them as her face morphed into one of fear, pulling away from the hold. Kyle was pleased at the action, Eric's hand dropping to the counter before she turned to face Kyle once more in a panic.

"I-I don't think that at all, sir." She defended quickly.

Kyle released a small breath, raising a hand to reach for the woman. She flinched at the motion, and he pinched a few strands of her long hair between his fingers.

"Are you sure?" He asked curiously.

Heidi shook her head. "Of course not, sir. N-No, I mean I am sure, I just-"

Eric groaned in annoyance. "Can you just hurry up and order your shitty coffee and leave?"

Kyle looked over to see Eric glaring at him, and he gave an easy smile to the brunette. He released the strands that were loosely held between his fingers, hand dropping back to his side.

"You heard the man," He glanced back to the frightened woman, "leave."

"No, I didn't mean-"

"R-Right." Heidi interrupted Eric's words, grabbing the paper cup resting on the counter before turning to practically run out of the building.

"You're such a fucking asshole." Eric spat.

Kyle turned to fully face the beautiful man, admiring the burning anger in those golden brown eyes that have been on his mind since he first opened his own in the morning.

"Why so angry, my dear?" He teased, placing both hands to the counter and leaning closer.

Eric sneered. "Clearly you're stupid, too. Obviously I was trying to flirt with her, and you ruined my chance."

Kyle's eyes flicked to those perfect blunt teeth, dearly wishing he could feel them sinking into his skin.

"I have to protect what's mine." He said simply.

Eric's hands clenched into fists from where they were resting on the counter, jaw tightening in his anger.

"I've told you before; I don't belong to anyone. Especially not someone like you." He seethed.

Someone like you. That phrase- that beautiful fucking phrase. Kyle felt a shiver run up his spine, travelling to his chest and down his torso towards his stomach before settling heavily in his abdomen. He would give up so much just to hear those words stuttered out while he fucked Eric so hard that the brunette wouldn't be able to walk for days. He slid a hand across the counter to rest it over Eric's thicker one, staring longingly into burning brown eyes.

"I can't wait to make you my bride." Kyle said sweetly.

Eric's face twisted unpleasantly, quickly pulling his hand away and wiping it along his apron. The action had Kyle's smile growing, pulling his own hand closer to him once again.

"I'm a dude, I can't be a bride." Eric stated coldly. "I would also never marry you."

Kyle released a breathy laugh. "I know I'll change your mind some day."

Eric scoffed once again. "Yeah, maybe if I get shot."

"That can be arranged." Kyle teased.

"God, you make me sick." Eric's lip curled in disgust.

Kyle gazed at the other man lustfully, unashamed at the slight shift he felt in his pants. His hand reached down to grab his wallet from his pocket, flipping it open to pull a one-hundred dollar bill from its home. He placed the wallet back into his pocket, pressing the bill to the counter before sliding it across to the other man.

"And you make me hungry." Kyle said darkly.

Eric glared hard at the redhead for a moment before snatching the paper bill and shoving it into his pocket.

"Get out." He spat.

Kyle smirked in delight, slowly leaning back to stand at his full height.

"I'll see you later, sweetheart." He cooed softly.

Kyle didn't receive a response, so he turned around to make his way out of the mostly quiet shop, the only noise being the soft music playing from the stereo. Not a single customer dared to make a sound, eyes all set on their table as Kyle strolled passed them. He pushed open the glass door to exit the building, listening to the final chime of the bell as he walked towards the vehicle waiting for him.

Kyle figured he should give Eric a bit of space for the time being to cool down after losing that pestering woman, but he would be back as soon as the brunette was off to walk the other to the bus station like he had every day that Eric worked. Perhaps he would bring a gift with him, and if he was lucky, Eric would throw it into a trash can with that annoyed look he adored so dearly.

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Eric huffed while he watched the sleek black too-fancy-for-this-fucking-town vehicle drive away from the coffee shop, relieved that he was finally away from that creep, even if he knew it would only be for a little while. Every damn shift he had, Kyle would be there to bother him, and it was infuriating. How did the redhead even know when he worked? Did Kyle just go to the shop every day looking for him? He wouldn't be surprised if the man had somehow gotten a hold of his schedule, or even threatened Tweek for it. His boss was such a nervous person, he wouldn't be surprised if the blond handed it over right away.

"Dude, he sure likes you a lot." The voice was accompanied by an elbow nudging Eric's side.

He turned his glare to his coworker, eyeing the blond for a moment before stepping away from the counter so he could begin cleaning his station.

"Don't make me puke, Kenny." Eric drawled in disgust, pulling a wet rag from a small bucket of soapy water.

"You know that means he'd probably do anything you want, right?" Kenny clarified.

Eric squeezed the water from the cloth so he could use it to wipe the counter, pushing coffee grounds to the floor to be swept up later by someone other than him.

"And he's the Mr. Broflovski, so he can practically do anything." Kenny continued, grabbing some dirtied tools to drop them in a small sink close by.

"I don't care. I don't wanna encourage that freak to spend more time around me." Eric stated flatly.

"No, like seriously," Kenny pressed, turning on the faucet so he could wash the utensils, "you could go into the bank and ask for a stack of cash, and Mr. Broflovski would make them do it."

Eric slowed in his movements at the idea, picturing Kyle pointing a gun at the bank teller while Eric wore a ski mask with a large bag in hand. He shook away the image, continuing his work by grabbing a forgotten tool and dropping it into the sink with the rest.

"No amount of money would make me like him." Eric finally said.

Kenny laughed lightly. "You say that, but I don't think you realize how much money he actually has."

Eric paused for a moment to give a bored look to his friend. "And do you know how much he has?"

"Well, no. No one does." Kenny said.

"Exactly, so you can't really say I don't realize when you don't either." Eric said as he looked back to what he was doing.

"Maybe, but I can say that if I was in your position, I would have already slept with him by now." Kenny shrugged.

"The difference between you and me is that I don't like guys." Eric said, scrubbing extra hard on some kind of dried liquid that was stuck to the counter.

Kenny laughed again. "Is that your only complaint? I'd totally ignore my sexuality for power like that."

Eric huffed. "It's also because he's crazy, obsessive, gross, and above all, a criminal. The last thing I need is a bullet in my fucking skull because I'm a mafia whore."

Kenny finished washing the tools and turned off the tap, grabbing the silver products to place them on a waiting small towel.

"There's no way Mr. Broflovski would let you die." He said easily, as if it was a fact.

Eric finally cleared the stain from the counter. "I don't care. I'll reject him as many times as it takes until he gives up."

Kenny hummed. "He's never been a man to give up on anything."

Eric groaned in annoyance, but before he could reply, Kenny continued.

"Though, I've never heard of him actually pursuing anyone before, so I'm not sure on this one."

Eric's mouth closed at the comment, staring blankly at the metal surface in front of him. The idea of being Kyle's first choice was a little too pleasing, his ego somewhat inflating at the idea of making the state's most feared man fall for him not long after he moved into town. Of course, that didn't change how he felt about the asshole, but it was a nice confidence boost.

"Here's hoping I'm the first thing he gives up on then." Eric replied before dropping the cloth back into the bucket he had grabbed it from.

The chime of the bell reached Eric's ears, turning to greet the new customer. His steps hesitated when he noticed the tall man dressed in a red suit, the outfit very familiar, but he was unable to pinpoint exactly where he had seen it. The man stopped in front of the register, so Eric strode over to assist.

"What can I get for you?" He asked in his best fake polite voice.

The man was silent for a beat, eyeing Eric with an unreadable expression. It had him shifting where he stood, fighting the urge to tell the other to fuck off.

"Small black coffee." The customer finally said.

"Dollar-fifty." Eric stated, typing the order into the system.

The man placed the exact change on the counter, and Eric slid the coins into his palm to drop into the register. He turned to the pot of coffee sitting on a warmer, grabbing a cup to pour the hot beverage. He spun around to place the drink on the counter, watching as the other grabbed it, blue eyes still practically burning into his soul.

No other words were exchanged before the customer turned to take his leave, Eric's lip curling slightly in discomfort.

"What a weirdo." He commented, looking at Kenny once he saw the man disappear around the corner of the building.

"I think that guy is part of the Broflovski group." Kenny said.

"Oh great, now they're all flocking here." Eric said distastefully.

Kenny chuckled. "You're a mafia magnet." He teased.

"Lucky me." Eric drawled.

"Let's hope he hasn't set his eyes on you because Mr. Broflovski wouldn't let that guy see the light of day ever again." Kenny joked, placing the clean tools back to their original spots.

Eric scoffed, leaning his back against the counter and crossing his arms. "You really think he would kill one of his own men for a guy he met under two weeks ago?"

Kenny shrugged. "I'm not saying he would," He turned to face the brunette, "but I wouldn't be surprised if he did."

Eric frowned slightly at the words, watching as the blond strode away from him to assist a customer waving across the room. There was no way Kyle would choose him, a guy the redhead just met, over men he had known for potentially years. Eric knew Kyle killed people, but it was impossible for someone to be that insane.

...Right?

Eric shook his head, glancing at the clock to see that it was time for him to leave. He sighed in both relief and annoyance, knowing full well that Kyle would be waiting for him somewhere outside. The thought of hearing those sweet compliments that held underlined darkness was less than appealing, but if he kept his steps quick, he might not have to hear as many. He had tried so many different things to get Kyle to just leave him the fuck alone, yet everything seemed to interest the mafia boss further. A part of him wanted to punch the man, but he could still remember the burning lust that swirled in those green eyes after the first time he did in his room.

Eric pulled his apron up and over his head, shuffling to the wooden hooks on the wall to hang the fabric. He gave a lazy wave to Kenny as he rounded the counter, eyes set outside in search of the nuisance. When he didn't see Kyle anywhere, he pushed through the door, glancing around for a potential ambush. The area seemed clear, so he strolled his way outside, stretching his aching muscles with a satisfied groan. His arms dropped back to his sides, turning to begin making his way towards the bus station.

A hand suddenly gripping Eric's bicep surprised him, his body quickly being pulled into the alleyway beside the coffee shop. He stumbled when he was released, clumsily catching his balance before he could go tumbling to the ground. His initial thought was Kyle had once again returned to piss him off, straightening himself before angrily spinning around to face the man, ready to chew the other out for the harsh action.

"What's your pr-"

Eric's words paused at the sight of a red suit, recognizing the man as the weirdo who had entered the shop moments ago. He glared at the stranger, hands clenching into fists at his side.

"Who the hell are you?" He spat.

The man sneered as his gaze trailed over Eric, almost disgusted by what he found.

"I can't believe the boss has put his sights on a pig like you." He replied back with just as much malice.

Eric stepped forward. "What the fuck did you just say?"

The man stepped forward, and before Eric could realize, there was a fist slamming into his cheek. He stumbled once again, placing a palm to his newly throbbing skin with shock. He could barely glance at the man before that same fist went sailing into his stomach, all the air rushing from his lungs in quick succession. His knees soon hit the hard cement below, coughing when he was finally able to inhale once again.

"How dare you speak to him in such a way." The man seethed.

Another harsh punch landed on his other cheek, only releasing a short gasp before he was being kicked to the ground. His back landed against the cool pavement, head lightly knocking against the course surface. He hissed in pain as he rolled to his side, returning his previous glare to the figure looming above. He inhaled slowly, allowing his lips to lift in a small smirk, pleased at the surprise he received from the other.

"He keeps coming back to me." Eric coughed lightly. "He probably likes it." He mocked.

A boot was swung before it struck Eric in the stomach, gasping from the impact as he curled in on himself. He swallowed in an attempt to keep his lunch down, nausea mixing with the ache in his stomach. A low yelp of pain left Eric when a hard kick landed on his torso, and it wasn't long before another was striking close to the previous spot.

Eric's gaze slowly turned to meet the burning blue eyes above, his own matching the stare with just as much hatred. His hands clenched into fists where they were resting on the concrete, jaw tightening in anger as they watched one another.

"I'll show you what happens when you disrespect the Broflovski Group." The man stated darkly.

One boot raised enough for Eric to see the sole, body tensing before it went slamming into his face.

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Kyle stepped out of the back of his vehicle and into the cool air, his free hand pushing the door shut behind him. His eyes briefly glanced at the rose held between his fingers, steps quick as he walked closer to the coffee shop. He was a little late, but maybe if he was lucky, he would be able to catch the brunette.

Kyle paused to look through the windows for the man of his desires, eyes flicking over each person inside. He sighed quietly when he didn't see Eric, turning to make his way towards the bus stop. The sound of fighting was heard close by, but he paid no mind to it, passing the alley beside the coffee shop where the noise was coming from.

Kyle strolled closer to the small overhang by the street, pleased to see a wide figure seated on the bench. He stopped when he reached his destination, peeking around the foggy glass barrier to look at the man waiting for the bus. His shoulders dropped at the unfamiliar person, ignoring the way fear etched across those slightly wrinkled features at the sight of him.

With a small sigh, Kyle turned to make his way back towards the coffee shop, arm raising to check the time. He was confused when he noticed that Eric's bus was still yet to arrive, but the brunette was nowhere to be seen. He wondered if Eric was still at work, the only other option would be someone else arrived to drive his future husband home. An image of that woman from earlier popped into his head, and his grip around the rose tightened for a moment at the thought of the two together.

Kyle paused in front of the shop once more, glancing through the glass for Eric, but all he saw was Tweek and another man with longer blond hair. He frowned slightly at the sight, wondering if he should go inside and ask where Eric could have gone. Perhaps the brunette was in the bathroom? Maybe doing some extra work in the back? There was only one way to find out, so he decided to make his way towards the entrance.

A familiar voice reached Kyle's ears, and his steps halted. It sounded so much like Eric, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. A small cry of pain echoed slightly, and Kyle found himself spinning around to run towards the alley he had previously passed, rose falling from his grasp. He quickly waved towards his vehicle parked nearby, turning the corner to slip into the alley.

The sight before Kyle had unfamiliar anger flaring inside, but his quick steps didn't falter as he ran towards the man in the red suit. He instantly reached for the collar of the jacket, gripping the fabric tightly before pulling as hard as he could to send the man tumbling to the ground. His brain only processed that he recognized the person as a new member, but couldn't remember the name. He didn't care though, all he wanted was to see the mess of this bastard's blood.

Kyle's vision matched the colour of the man's suit, throwing a leg over a slim waist before pulling a fist back and slamming it forward. It connected harshly with a nose, receiving a satisfying crunch, not even waiting a breath as he raised his fist once again to strike the confused man. He repeated the action over and over and over again, watching as more blood appeared with each hit. It wasn't enough, he needed to see more.

Kyle couldn't find it in himself to care when his normally spotless glove began to stain with red, wanting nothing more than to coat that pathetic face in so much of the liquid that the man would be unrecognizable. Kyle desperately wanted to be hit by Eric, but he didn't want the brunette to get hurt, especially not by someone other than himself. Just witnessing the attack was enough for Kyle to lose his usually composed self, and a small part of him found that terrifying, but another said that it was necessary to protect what was his.

Garbled pleas reached Kyle's ears, and it only encouraged his attack, using strength he didn't even know he had to disfigure the man below. Fingers weakly clawed at his thighs, his own digging into the man's slim neck as his other hand continued its assault. An angled nose and lost teeth did little to please him, wanting to see the other suffer with every fibre of his body.

One final punch landed against the bloodied face, Kyle taking a moment to catch his breath as he glared at the broken features. He stood from the shaking man, looking up towards Stan and Scott waiting at the end of the alleyway. They both jumped slightly at Kyle's stare, two pairs of nervous eyes glancing away.

"Bury him..." Kyle stated softly, yet firmly, "alive."

"Yes, sir." Both men replied quickly.

Kyle stepped away from the squirming man, choked sobs and desperate begging easily pushed away as he turned away from the mess he made. Kyle's gaze instantly landed on Eric, the brunette slowly pushing himself up from the ground with his own swollen lip and eye. Kyle's glare quickly faded, striding over to the coughing man before kneeling next to the other.

"Are you alright?" He asked, reaching a hand towards Eric.

His hand was slapped away, and Eric's own glare turned to him.

"Don't fucking touch me." Eric spat.

Kyle had never seen such burning hatred in those normally golden eyes before, the stare so heavy that they presented as such a deep brown.

"Eric-"

"This is your fault." Eric seethed.

Kyle's jaw tightened slightly at the words, attempting to reach for Eric once again. His hand was quickly slapped away just like before, Eric slowly standing from the concrete without his help. Kyle followed the other, staring down at Eric worriedly, even if he didn't allow it to show on his face. That glare met his own eyes, a small sneer pulling at plump lips.

"Don't ever come near me again." Eric stated harshly.

Kyle felt a small pang in his chest from the phrase, unable to speak as he watched Eric walk around him, their arms brushing when the brunette passed. He turned to stare at the retreating back, his men already gone from sight so Eric could easily exit the alley. His hands clenched into tight fists at his sides, hearing a few quiet drops land to the ground below.

That was it, there was no going back from something like that. His chances were ruined so quickly by some punk he barely recalled, all images he had of their future vanishing in an instant.

Kyle would never get to talk to Eric again.