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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Rape/Non-Con,
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      South_Park
  Relationship:
      Craig_Tucker/Tweek_Tweak, Damien/Phillip_'Pip'_Pirrup, Token_Black/Clyde
      Donnovan, Kenny_McKormick/Leopald_'Butters'_Stotch, Stan_Marsh/Wendy
      Testaburger, Christophe_(The_Mole)/Kyle_Broflovski, Eric_Cartman/Bebe
      Stevens
  Character:
      Craig_Tucker, Tweek_Tweak, Damien, Phillip_'Pip'_Pirrup, Token_Black,
      Clyde_Donnovan, Kenny_McKormick, Leopald_'Butters'_Stotch, Stan_Marsh,
      Wendy_Testaburger, Christophe_(The_Mole), Kyle_Broflovski, Eric_Cartman,
      Bebe_Stevens, Officer_Barbarady, Mr._and_Mrs._Tweak
  Additional Tags:
      Major_character_death_-_Freeform, Gay/Yaoi/Slash, Straight/Het, Mentions
      of_Lesbianism, possible_ooc, Satan-worship, Sex, Kink, Drug_Use, Tobacco
      use, alcohol_use, Underaged_Alcohol_Consumption, Graphic_depictions_of
      violence_-_Freeform, mental_trauma, Mental_Illness, Jealousy, Deceit,
      lying, Time_Skips, Time_Warps, Anal_Sex, Straight_Jackets_-_Sexual,
      Caffiene_Abuse, Mentions_of_Rape_and_Child_Molestation, Mentions_of
      incest
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-04-15 Updated: 2014-04-17 Chapters: 3/? Words: 4889
****** Infallible ******
by Soul4Sale
Summary
     No matter what happens, Craig will see to it that Tweek is completely
     infallible, always found to be innocent. Even if he has to enlist
     Damien's help in such a venture.
Notes
     So... This story is kind of a vent work for me. A lot of things
     happened to make me feel a bit like Tweek recently, so I'm kind of
     abusing the poor thing for my own enjoyment. I hope this story takes
     off. Most chapter titles will probably come from my go-to band OK Go.
***** 1,000 Miles An Hour *****
“What have I d-done..?” Quivering, standing among the broken mess that had once
been his spotless home, Tweak Tweek broke down into a pool of tears and
oversized clothing. Blonde hair sticking in every direction, blood splattered
here and there and sticking in the strands, he wiped his coated hands through
his hair to slick it down while he tried to think. He couldn’t look down,
wouldn’t look down, stumbling in the dark confines of his parents’ home,
tripping over limbs and I’m not looking, they aren’t there finally managed to
make his way to the home phone.
The number nearly flowed from his fingers, the one he’d called a million, nay,
a billion jillion times before, and he had the earpiece up beside his ear in a
moment’s notice. When the dial tone didn’t even come up, he whined and dropped
the phone where he held it, the thing collapsing from the table and taking it’s
tethered base with it. The plastic crack as it hit the floor seemed to
dissipate any other noises the house might make, and he was suddenly surrounded
by darkness and silence.
Only bad things come from darkness and silence. His mind promised, urging him
to quickly run for his bedroom before ‘they’ could get him.
Lanky, awkward body stumbling up the steps, pushed to keep going even with a
skinned knee, he ran from invisible forces that threatened his life, all until
he got to his bedroom. His sanctuary from just about everything… And there, in
the middle of this sanctuary, lit by the light of the moon outside the window,
lay his cell phone, nice and charged and ready for use.
This time, the number ‘1’ was selected, then ‘talk’, and he could hear Craig’s
ringback tone playing almost immediately. It pulsed a sort of calm, soothing
message through him, despite it’s gruff lyrics, and he seemed able to settle
himself onto the bottom bunk of his double-layered bed, nervously bunching the
blankets around his knee to try and keep his hand busy.
A cranky grunt was the first thing to be heard from Craig Tucker that morning,
his middle fingers firing out of habit, bleary eyes blinking awake at the sound
of 'Everything is Alright' by Motion City Soundtrack playing somewhere in his
bedsheets. Glancing to the glaring red numbers on his dresser, he gave a mighty
groan of annoyance at the time; 3:48 am, exactly. Rubbing a hand through his
dark hair, then the other over his numb face, he sat up slowly and languidly
stretched his strong, long limbs before starting the search for his phone. It
took two sets of rings for him to finally answer, his voice gruff from sleep,
but nevertheless calming to the blonde on the phone.
“Mmh... 'lo?” He yawned wide afterward, the sound booming in the silence of his
dark bedroom, eyelids falling shut as he forced himself to stay sitting up. If
Tweek was calling, it had to be important.
“Cr-Craaaaaaaaaig…” The whimper sounded awfully frightened, quiet, as though he
feared being heard. Currently, every little noise made him jump and shriek, his
body alight with fear the likes of which he’d never felt before. “Cr-Craig-
- Help… H-helllp me… Th-they’re… They’re dead… I… Craig… Please.. I d-don’t… I
don’t… Craig… Help…” He sounded so desperate as he pleaded with the other,
“Please…”
That certainly had his attention, the eighteen year old already out of bed and
searching the dirty floor for his pants, phone jammed in the crook of his
shoulder and pressed tight there by his ear.
“What? Tweek, who's dead? You're not making any sense...” Still, this was a
situation he'd have to handle, he knew that. Tweek was likely in a very bad
place at the moment, he wouldn't call if he could self-medicate this episode
away. “Don't move, babe, I'll be over in a bit. I want you to stay safe, I'll
take care of this.”
Nodding slightly, before panicking, realizing Craig couldn't see him, he sobbed
and responded, “O-okay.” Body shaking like a leaf in a hurricane, his eyes slid
to his open closet door and he gave a final shriek as the call was ended.
Craig will help... Craig is good, remember? A voice started in his head as he
fell to the floor in a crumpled heap of limbs and fear.
“I know Cr-Craig is good...” He whispered softly, as if to himself.
“Is he?” Came a sinister voice from the closet, and those coffee-colored eyes
widened in fear. A demon was watching him, it had to be a demon, with red eyes,
wearing his skin. It pointed a gnarled, bony finger at him and grinned, “Will
he save you from this? He doesn't know what you're capable of.”
“Craaaaaig!” Was the simple response, a loud sob as tears made tracks down his
cheeks, dripping pink onto his nightshirt, as he smeared the red thinner over
his cheeks.
Meanwhile, Craig shoved on his coat as he made his way out the door, shoes only
half on as he jogged from his home to his lover's parents' house. Shit, Tweek,
what happened? I hope you're just seeing things...
As he finally stopped before the Tweak household, he panted a little, slipping
his wallet from his pocket and pulling out the key hidden in his billfold.
Unlocking the door proved to be one of the easiest things he'd ever regretted
in his life.
A rich, coppery scent was the first to crawl up his nose, and his stomach
flipped, turned and fell into his feet when he recognized it. Blood.
Immediately he was on the defensive, which, to Craig Tucker, meant offense.
Grabbing Mr. Tweak's walking stick from beside the door, careful to send his
middle finger around the house just in case, he closed the door carefully.
Stalking the dark house, he managed to find the breaker box and flipped
everything back on. With light shining brightly, dumbly as though nothing bad
had happened, he saw the true mess just before the stairs.
Mr. and Mrs. Tweak's bodies lay in a heap of dismembered limbs and their faces
were frozen with horrified expressions. Blinking a little in surprise, he noted
blood smeared up the stairs and decided to follow it, holding the thick stick
in his hand as though he were going to kill someone with it. Once he hit the
top of the stairs, however, his worst fear was realized; the blood trailed
right into Tweek's room. Nearing the door proved an interesting feat, however,
as he could hear a voice inside.
“N-no... Don't... He's got n-no-nothing to do with it! H-he's so good to me...
Craig is the b-best.” That was Tweek, for sure...
“But what if he's like the others? Only wants you for what you do for him?”
Came a slyer voice, though it was still recognizable; Tweek was talking to
himself. The only thing he could think of as Tweek began to answer himself was
to knock on the door, so he did.
Upon entering, he caught those large mocha eyes full of tears and stood there
silently, a forboding and protective wall for the blonde. Clamboring across the
floor and into his lover's arms, the smaller male gave a soft sigh of
contentment, breathing deeply the rich aroma of smoke, cologne, and a distinct
bitter odor that rang in his head only as 'Craig'. Almost immediately he seemed
to relax, but Craig was still a little unnerved.
“What happened here, Tweekers?” He whispered softly into red and yellow hair,
gently petting it and placing a kiss on top of the weaker's head.
“U-uh...” Glancing down, then up, and twitching bodily, Tweek finally sighed,
“I... H-he killed them.” Pointing to his mirror, to the other side of him that
only he could see, it was obvious this wasn't going to go for Craig like he'd
like.
“Alright... C'mon, let's go get you taken care of.” As he hefted the slighter
male into his arms like it was nothing, his mind raced as to how they were
going to take care of this particular problem. Tweek had never been so bold
before, and the happy blonde in his arms could hardly be the real killer that
had done all of that... Right? After all, he was usually so against violence...
So why now? Something pretty serious must have happened to make him have such a
huge break...
Concern written in his brow, the taller male carried his cargo down the stairs,
stepping over the massacre and cradling the other away from it, heading for the
kitchen. Gently coaxing the blonde into the dining chair, he started up the
coffee machine and decided to make some decaf, slipping two pills into the
bottom of the glass that would make the blonde sleep for a while. He'd get him
cleaned up and taken care of soon, it wouldn't be hard. What would be the most
challenging would be trying to figure out how to take care of this house, and
the dead bodies, the missing people... What could he do?
When the drink was finally ready, he made a quick cup for the smaller and set
about delivery; it was gone in a flash, and another cup requested.
“I lo-lo-love you, Cra-Craig.” The sweet voice was more than enough to have the
cold male's heart warmed, and he gently kissed the shaking male's forehead
before continuing on his routine.
“Love you, too, Tweekers.” It was surprising how much emotion was in his voice
as he spoke, and he blushed slightly as he walked the kitchen, searching for
snacks.
It was four and a half cups later that the blonde yawned and stretched,
blinking slowly and giving a few more yawns he couldn't seem to help. It was
obvious he was tired, so he was escorted to the couch. As soon as his head hit
the throw pillow, the warm blanket thrown over him, he was out like a light.
That gave Craig all the time he needed to take care of everything and transport
Tweek home.
***** One Day When I'm Gone *****
Chapter Summary
     Tweek doesn't remember what happened, but Craig sure does.
Chapter Notes
     Already on Chapter two... I'm so happy. I'm finally writing again. <3
     I hope this goes well, from here. I'm thinking I'll try for three
     chapters today, to start with.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Sizzling caught his attention, pulling him through the haze of sleep and
dredging him up into the land of the living, mocha brown eyes slowly unlidded
to find himself in a well-lit room. After a second, he realized he recognized
this room, and the bed he lay on before the elaborate and beautiful contraption
before him, seated on the floor. A young man crossed the room and kneeled
beside him, scruffing his hair and handing him a steaming mug of something, and
everything came crashing back… Except why he was here, in Craig’s room, with a
cup of joe and the hookah starting up before his eyes. Everything seemed to be
a blur; he remembered foreign voices that still seemed to be familiar, and
remembered movement and being carried… But little before that came back to him.
Now, the rather simple pipe was placed in his hand, and he brought it to his
lips with only the slightest of tremors. Sucking in the thick smoke, the
feeling buzzed through his lips, leaving them feeling tingly as a new sense of
calm washed over him. With a soft sigh, he relaxed a little into the bed, clean
and fresh as usual when waking up, and watched as his lover crawled up with
him. Tugging the slighter male into his lap, he smiled sweetly and urged him to
smoke more. After a few good puffs, and quite a few bad smoke rings, the hose
was passed back and it was Craig’s turn.
Hearing the breath in his lungs as they filled with smoke was one of Tweek’s
favorite things when they smoked together. He loved sitting in his lap, just a
mass of limbs and cuddles, smoking away together. His favorite part was when
Craig would lean his head down, press their lips together, and when the blonde
gasped, he’d exhale the smoke into his mouth. It somehow seemed to connect
them, and he loved it more than anything.
Blue hoodie in place, it was Tweek’s job to push it out of the way, making room
for skin on skin contact. Upon checking, he noted he was in little more than a
pair of panties (Craig insisted he looked good in them, but he wasn’t sure) and
one of the other’s large T+P shirts. Not an unusual way for him to wake, that
much was for certain. With a languorous stretch, moving like a cat sunning
himself in the windowsill, the smaller male leaned up for a gentle kiss, moving
to sit with his back against one strong, muscled arm, and his legs tented over
Craig’s opposite thigh.
“Good m-morning.” He offered gently, smiling at the other. The elder male
looked tired, as if he didn’t get a lot of sleep the night before, but he
couldn’t for the life of him remember why…
“Mornin’, Tweekers.” Oh! How he loved it when Craig’s voice had a bit of a
twang to it, especially when he held something between his lips. When he let
the hose fall from them and onto the smaller’s stomach, he stole another gentle
kiss and breathed the smoke out over the rosy cheeks of the slighter. “Sleep
well?”
“Y-yeah… I suppose.” Though he hardly remembered anything… “Did I stay the
night last night?”
A little startled by the question, but only showing it with a flash of his best
birdie, he chuckled a little and pressed his lips to the other’s forehead,
“Yeah, babe. You were here all night, clocked out a bit early.” It was easy to
lie when he figured the other didn’t remember, hoping to keep it from his mind.
It was just like Damien had said; His memory would be gone, and all he would
know was that he had been asleep.
“Oh… Okay.” Accepting the news pretty easily, he took another sip of the sweet
coffee in his hands, before taking another long drag from the mouthpiece of the
hose. Tipping his head back and letting it loll on his shoulders, he opened his
mouth and watched the curling spire of smoke lift from it, rather pleased with
how well he felt. For once, he felt safe and secure and special.. And it lead
him to feel invincible for the first time in his life.
A companionable silence fell between the two lovers, only broken by the
bubbling of the hookah on the floor. The pair snuggled and kissed between and
during puffs, spreading love over the admittedly late morning that was bathed
in sunlight. Occasional slips of the bird were normal during these times, and
Tweek never took offense to them when he felt this good. Soon, the cup of
coffee sat on the floor, empty and safe from feet to knock it over, and the
pair didn’t even move much; just relishing this quiet, beautiful moment
together.
“Craig?” The softness of his voice seemed to carry the thought that he didn’t
want to burst their perfect bubble.
“Yeah, Tweek?” The return of a soft voice seemed to help keep his tremors low,
and the blonde smiled a little.
“Can we…?” He trailed off, with a bit of a jerk of his head, another thing that
Craig was used to, even as it thumped him in the chest.
“Can we what?” Another casual middle finger flared and took its leave, and deep
grey eyes finally glanced down.
“Can we… Y-you know…” Those wild chocolate eyes were everywhere at once, and it
seemed his twitches were coming back. Obviously, he was nervous about asking…
But Craig couldn’t help but tease him.
“I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about, babe.” Taking another drag from the
pipe, he smirked at the cry of ‘too much pressure’ that earned him, but frowned
slightly when the younger ripped a patch of hair out of his head. “Alright,
alright. Sure, we can.”
Blushing slightly in embarrassment, the blonde glanced down and began to move
around so that he straddled the taller’s waist, giving a slight grind downward.
There we go, that was nice… And definitely worth what he’d had to do to take
care of Tweek’s little problem.
The more nervous he grew, the more his body seemed to vibrate, and that was
always a nice thing during these moments. A hard lump already in his boxers,
Craig began to grind up into his little lovely, still occasionally taking puffs
from the hookah and proceeding to share them with the other. It didn’t take
long before grinding wasn’t enough, and Tweek slipped from his lover’s lap,
stuttering and twitching, shaking once more as he pressed his face to the
other’s silky navy boxers and inhaled. An intoxicating aroma met his nose, and
before long he was happily slurping and suckling at the other through his
boxers, pressing the fabric into the slit and forcing a grunt from the taller.
If nothing else, Tweek sure had a wondrous mouth on him, and it satisfied Craig
in the worst way. His hips soon pushed forward, and he flipped off his boxers
before forcibly removing them. Blowing cold smoke over his own erection, he
gasped slightly, head tipping back as soon as Tweek’s mouth was upon him.
Tongue expertly tracing the throbbing vein along the underside, he knew how and
when to apply suction, or when to swallow around the head, leaving the taller
male with a light sheen of sweat and some very dirty ideas. One such idea was
to gently take hold of the other’s head, guiding him along, and it seemed to be
okay so long as he didn’t push too much.
Head tipping back and lips parted, releasing a sigh of pleasure, the eldest
Tucker gave a few rough thrusts upwards as his climax bordered on the edges of
his mind. This wouldn’t be his last, that much was for certain, but it would at
least be the first of many for the day. With a low grunt followed by a guttural
groan, he released down the other’s throat, nearly falling back limp against
the mattress as the lithe little thing cleaned them up with his tongue.
Trying to give a bit of a strip tease, he pulled at the oversized shirt on his
frame and eventually had it up and over his head, forgotten on the floor. As he
bent to fold it, large, strong hands moved to his hips and gripped them
roughly, dragging his ass back and pressing a cheek to one of the raven haired
boy’s lips. Kissing the cute little owl panties and smirking at the embarrassed
squeak it earned him, he pressed his face to that cute, pert little ass and
nipped gently.
“Cr-Craig!” Tweek cried, head slapping his shoulder as he twitched violently,
blushing so red he’d make a tomato jealous.
“What, babe? Can’t I appreciate this fine ass you got here?” Flipping the other
off, Craig offered him a shit-eating grin, before chuckling into the firm
globes of flesh and giving a solid suck on one cheek. It would likely leave a
mark, even through the underwear, and that made him feel positively wicked.
Nobody else was allowed to see this ass, or touch it, or kiss it, or anything,
because it belonged to him.
“D-don’t… You’ll r-ruin themmmm~!” Came the keening whine as he felt the
other’s mouth slip inwards, biting its way towards his hole even through the
fabric of his panties.
“Better me than those gnomes, right?” He probably shouldn’t have said that.
“D-don’t talk about that! Have you seen them? I’m surprised I still-- Oooooh…”
Thankfully, Craig was able to pacify the smaller male with a lick to his hole,
as his fingers finally relented and began to remove the adorable little cotton
underwear. Of course, as per usual, the blonde insisted on holding them for the
rest of their excursion, but that was fine enough with the elder.
Lips and tongue descended on the mercilessly clean entrance, a torturously slow
and teasing pace set so that the blackette had time to recover. His tongue
swiped a long, wet line from the base of the other teen’s balls to his hole,
applying more pressure at certain points, before he mouthed one side of his
sac, then the other, leaving them nice and wet. By this point, the blonde’s
face was hidden in the blankets, and his thighs quivered, a blush on his cheeks
topping off the perfect scene laid out for Craig’s intense pleasure.
Finally, it was as though the shaking blonde’s cock was an after thought, and
he gave it a few teasing licks, before sucking gently on the head. The drops of
precum this earned him let him know just how much the other wanted this. Rising
up on his knees and climbing up behind the other, he slotted his own hard prick
between those wonderful globes and rubbed for a bit, feeling the clenching hole
grasping for him, and knowing he could only take so much of this sweet torture
before he’d have to be inside.
Reaching beneath his pillow, having to lean over in the process, he pulled out
a small tube of lube and popped open the cap. Sitting back on his haunches, he
grinned evilly as he spread those pert little cheeks with one hand, and held
the bottle upside down with the other, watching the clear liquid drip and drool
over that tight little hole. It clenched and begged hungrily, trying to suck
anything in that it could get, ending up with a finger that swirled slowly,
quickly joined by another, and then a third. Even still, once this was done he
slathered his own cock in the sweet-smelling liquid before pressing the head to
that twitching entrance.
A shuddering groan left the elder male as he slowly began his plunge, eyelids
rolling back and mouth dropping open momentarily. That tight heat welcomed him
with a nice, tight hug that forced him to still himself inside the other once
he’d taken it up to the root, lest he lose it right there. On the other hand,
the blonde relished the full feeling he had, certain he could feel the other in
his stomach, praising him with soft grunts and whimpers as he wiggled his hips,
unable to keep still.
After what felt like an eternity, a slow pull had the pace going almost too
slow for the energetic blonde, who began to inch forward and backwards as the
elder tried to hold himself back.
“Yeah, Tweekers, that’s a good boy…” He breathed, eyelids fluttering, the words
plummeting straight south and making his cock twitch. It wasn’t just affecting
the heavier male, either, the slighter teen beneath him giving a shaky moan for
more. “You like that, don’t you? You’re a little cockslut, Tweek, damn… You’d
do anything for it, wouldn’t you?” A barely-there nod was all he received as a
response, before he shoved on home and made the other give a loud shriek of
joy, “I’d give anything to cum all over that pretty little face of yours, or
your cute little nipples… All over your back and your ass… Damn, Kitten, you
take it like a champ…”
The one time Craig was okay with showing appreciation or emotion appeared to be
in the bedroom, and only with Tweek. Which certainly didn’t bother the young
man, seeing as he was giving wild cries of ecstasy for each powerful thrust.
Giving in and rocking back for inward thrusts and forward for the return, he
helped his lover get nice and deep, slamming into his prostate each time.
“Ffffffffffuuuuuck, Kitten, you’re so hot like this… Little slut.” He chuckled,
leaning down to press chaste kisses to the small of the other’s back, biting at
his shoulder a second later.
By this point, the smaller was so close he could taste it. One last thrust left
him giving one last high-pitched cry as his head tipped back and his hips
jolted forward. Suddenly clamping even tighter around the bulkier male, who
gave a choked grunt as his hips became erratic pistons, racing towards his
orgasm with every second. That tightly clenching ass around him proved to be
too much, and even as he came with a violent ferocity inside the other, he
refused to stop moving.
Collapsing to the side and yanking the slighter male against him in the
process, the football player huffed happily, burying his nose in the nape of
his lover’s neck. Laying together, messy and panting, they snuggled for all of
five seconds before hearing something at the door.
“Geez, can’t you two keep it down? Fuck, I can’t get any homework done. Jesus
Christ!” Middle fingers flying, the youngest Tucker stood in the doorway, her
hair tied in pigtails and a frown on her face.
“Fuck off, Ruby. We’re busy.” Craig’s own middle finger raised high, he sighed
heavily, “Stop staring, Jesus.”
The girl simply offered another birdie before turning and closing the door,
heading back to her bedroom.
Once more, a relaxing feeling hit the pair, crashing into them straight to
their bones. For all of three minutes, they were able to rest, until Tweek had
given up on being dirty.
“Cr-craig, too much… T-too much filth!” He whined, slowly sitting up and
pulling from the other’s arms.
“Alright, Kitten, let’s get cleaned up.”
Not that their shower involved only getting clean. What Craig didn’t seem to
remember was the mark on his chest, just above his heart, that was burned in. A
pentagram lay very obviously there, scarred up already, and when Tweek saw it
he nearly had a heart attack.
“It’s going to get infected!” He shrilly cried, hitting the other with the heel
of his hand, “Don’t you know better?!”
“Chill, Tweek, it’ll be fine.” Was the simple reply, though Damien’s words rang
in his head.
With this mark, you will be my slave for all of eternity, just as soon as you
shuffle loose the mortal coil. Remember this well, Craig Tucker, for my needs
and wants are not always easy to fulfill.
Pip had very obviously agreed at that, despite the glare he earned from his
master. Those two had a seriously fucked up relationship, but he didn’t want to
think of that, now. He didn’t really want to remember much of anything...
Chapter End Notes
     So, there’s chapter two. Nice and steamy, and pleasant… This story
     won’t stay that way for long. We’ll see how it goes, though!
***** Rasp Away The Skin *****
Chapter Summary
     Tweek has a nightmare he doesn't understand.
Chapter Notes
     So... Just needed a bit of a filler chapter before bringing Damien in
     for certain.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Sprinting up a never-ending staircase, Tweek couldn't, wouldn't look behind
himself. They were after him, following him up like a ravenous beast made of
guts and spare parts. Teeth gnashing, heads seeming to swirl, they relentlessly
chased him, screaming.
“Whyyyyy did you do it?!”
“I thought we were family!”
“Family sticks together, like a beautiful spring dew clings to blades of grass
in the morning!”
“No, don't!” Screaming out rather loudly as he jolted awake, shooting bolt
upright in bed, his eyes wide and wild, Tweek almost felt like he couldn't
breathe. Chest heaving and body quivering rather more than usual. Clutching the
blanket tight to his chest, he gave a slow, horrified look to the man beside
him, hoping beyond hope that everything was okay. For some reason, Craig hadn't
even lifted his head. “C-cr-Craig?”
Still, he didn't wake, and it was troubling... He never slept this hard...
Chewing his lip, the slighter teen went to shake his shoulder, and he was so
cold... And when his head flopped over, maggots poured from his eye sockets,
and he was already beyond dead. Screaming at the top of his little lungs, he
shot up once more in a cold sweat, unable to breathe and grasping his chest.
In seconds, he had warm, strong hands on his sides, caressing and pressing
carefully, trying to calm the other. Mocha colored eyes glanced over to see a
living face, a handsome, strong face that he recognized instantly. An inhaler
was shoved into his face and he took his puffs as he was supposed to, coughing
a little as oxygen filled his terrified lungs. Shivering a little, he turned to
the other and hiccuped, sobbing slightly as tears ran a race down his cheeks,
soaking into Craig's bare chest. The man held him tight, protectively, and
tugged the little blonde into his lap.
“Shhh, Kitten, you're okay... I've got you, I'm here... Nothing's going to get
you, shhh...” Whispering cooly into the other's ear, he kissed the delicate
lobe before giving it a little lick. “I'm here... Should we get you some
coffee?”
“Y-yeah... I... Th-that was... B-bad ni-nightmares...” While the reply was
simple, he still couldn't explain the first nightmare... What happened? He
barely remembered it, simply knowing how terrifying it had been.
“Aww...” Coddling him and simperng like he was a five year old who had spilled
his ice cream down his shirt and it was just so sad. “Anything I can do,
Tweekers?”
Shivering, he crawled into the elder's lap, closing his eyes and nuzzling
against the other. “H-hold me.” He whispered slowly.
Petting the other's hair and smoothing it down, Craig held him and sang softly,
trying to keep his Tweekers calm. Something was happening, now, that was beyond
their control. He'd need to have a talk with Damien again, soon.
After an hour of this, Craig put Tweek to bed and headed to the basement to
begin the summoning.
Chapter End Notes
     A short chapter, I know. But it will all be made up for soon!
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