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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      South_Park
  Relationship:
      Craig_Tucker/Tweek_Tweak, Kenny_McCormick/Butters_Stotch, Eric_Cartman/
      Stan_Marsh, Token_Black/Clyde_Donovan
  Character:
      Craig_Tucker, Tweek_Tweak, Eric_Cartman, Stan_Marsh, Kenny_McCormick,
      Butters_Stotch, Clyde_Donovan, Token_Black, Father_Maxi_(South_Park)
  Additional Tags:
      Imp/youth_Pastor_AU, creek_-_Freeform, Magic, Oral_Sex, Making_Out, Smut,
      Fluff, I_edited_this_because_I_wanted_to_include_some_smut_becasue_well,
      Tweek_is_an_imp_and_wants_it
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-06-21 Completed: 2017-10-26 Chapters: 10/10 Words: 17111
****** Last Chance ******
by FandomRopes
Summary
     Tweek was a horrible imp. He sucked at making mischief, his nerves
     always got the better of him before he could go through with his
     pranks. Now, this was his last chance to make it right. It was a big
     task to pull off but he runs into a few problems. His biggest being a
     black haired teen with blue eyes and a strong tendency to flip people
     off.
***** Chapter 1 *****
Tweek frowned and began pulling on the wild blond hair behind his ear. He hoped
the sheer craziness of it would hide his horns, not that most could see them
with how tiny they were. His tail was nicely curled around his leg and stuffed
in his pants. His wings were hidden with his magic, a spell that lasts 12
hours, so he didn't worry much about them.
His “parents” dropped him off in front of the only church in their small town.
It was small and brown, the stained glass windows in front were mostly reds and
purples, though they didn't display any actual scenes of religious meaning.
Tweek had special magics, from Damien, making it possible for him to go into
the church and participate in the Youth Pastors Program, just long enough to
get it pulled from churches nationwide. This was his test, Damien couldn't save
him this time if he failed. Tweek twitched a little and tried to calm down,
nobody even believes in imps anymore, and nobody will know the pranks and such
are him. Right?
There was a small group of boys around his age out front as well. One in jeans
with a brown jacket and a blue and red hat, another rather large kid with a red
jacket, and a third scrawny kid in all orange were on the right side of the
steps. On the left was a boy with brown hair and a red and white jacket, a boy
with dark skin and a purple shirt, and a boy in all blue with a yellow puff
ball on his hat. Their backpacks leaned against the doors of the church.
They didn't seem to notice him. “When do you think they'll unlock the doors and
let us in?” the one with the red and white jacket asked.
“Probably when they're ready for us Clyde.” The one in the brown jacket
answered. He seemed annoyed. “It’s best to just sit and wait.” He was flipped
off by the boy in blue. “Calm down Craig none of us want to be here! I'm just
saying the more we bitch about it the worse it is!”
Tweek began tugging his hair again. He was going to have to deal with these
kids? He nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard a voice behind him. “What
do you mean you fellas don't want to be here?” Tweek yelped and whipped around
to see another blond boy in green pants and a turquoise shirt. “Sorry new kid,
I didn't mean to scare you. I'm Butters.”
“What he means, Butters, is there are much better ways to spend two weeks of
summer vacation!” The one in the red jacket and light blue hat said. “Come on
over new kid, our group is down a Jew (thankfully) and we could use someone. My
name is Eric Cartman. The hippie is Stan, and Kenny is the one who smells like
a wet dog fucked a hobo.”
At this the one on orange shoved him and said something like “Fuck you.” but it
was muffled and barely understandable as words. Tweek figured he must be Kenny.
“Anyway, what's your name kid?” Stan asked as Butters walked past Tweek and sat
beside the one in orange.
“Tweek.” He said quickly and then pulled his hair again. THAT WASN'T THE NAME
SATAN SAID TO USE! AND IT WAS THE SAME AS HIS LAST NAME! FUCK. FUCK. DOUBLE
FUCK.He began breathing heavily and pulling his hair harder.
“Don't do it, new kid, Stan’s group will just get you in trouble. You can sit
with us.” The one Stan called Clyde waved him over.
“Fuck you, Clyde. You guys hang out with Craig! He is trouble incarnate!”
Cartman yelled back.
“And Craig still causes less trouble than you!” Clyde yelled back. Tweek looked
at the boy in question. He did look a little more troublesome than the others…
if he's gonna prank people it would be best to hang out with the troublemaker…
He moved and stood by Clyde. “A-are you sure that it's okay I sit with you?” He
asked hurriedly.
“Sure man, Craig looks like the type to be mean but honestly he doesn't care
much unless you piss him off,” Clyde said. “Besides we are down one friend
anyway. Jimmy had a comedy tour to go on. Right Token?” He turned to the one in
purple.
“Whatever we didn't wanna hang out with someone named Tweek anyway! He's so
twitchy... I think I'm gonna call him Twitchy Bitchy!” Cartman said. Tweek
tried to ignore it. If he got too upset his magic would go haywire and he
couldn't risk it. Satan said he was on thin ice, this test was his last chance,
if he fucked up he’d be turned human.
It was that moment the doors to the church fell open. “Alright boys, come on
inside. As you come in, please sign the paper next to the altar.” Father Maxi
motioned the boys in. They all stood and grabbed their backpacks, then formed a
cluster around the door.
“Father Maxi, is this going to be one of those church things where we have to
sleep with a camera directed on our beds to keep your associates from taking
naughty pictures of us and putting us on leashes?” Cartman asked as he walked
by.
“WHAT?! NO!? Of course not!! It’s just me and you kids, nobody from any other
churches is involved. I’m gonna teach you all the verses and their meanings,
possible interpretations, and how to preach them. You’ll all take turns
preaching a fake sermon to the class at the end of the two weeks.” Father Maxi
clarified.
“WAIT! Do pastors actually touch little boys?! How do we know you won’t touch
us?!” Tweek screeched and moved to run.
“Yeah! How do I know you won't try to touch my young supple body while I’m
asleep?1” Cartman pointed and yelled. Kenny, Stan, and Clyde were already
signing in at the altar when they turned around.
“Cartman, shut up. Father Maxi hasn't touched us! Tweek don't listen to Fatass,
it’s fine.” Stan yelled back to them. Tweek spasmed and looked ready to bolt
when I gentle hand on his shoulder stopped him.
“GAH” He turned to see Craig next to him and took a few deep breaths. Craig pat
his shoulder and stepped past him into the church. Tweek wanted to follow him
but he began panicking. What if my spells wear off? What if they see my horns?
What if walking in here hurts?
He was so busy worrying and thinking he missed the part where Craig raised an
eyebrow at him and pulled him inside by the shirt. Father Maxi closed the
church doors behind him. Tweek snapped out of his thoughts when a pen was
pushed into his hands. “AH-” He yelled in surprise, he calmed down slightly
when he realized he was inside and not burning or in pain. “Oh wait, what? What
was supposed to do?”
“Just sign in Twitchy Bitch then Father Maxi will assign us our rooms and give
us a tour of the church. I’m so ready for a snack!” Cartman yelled. Tweek
spasmed again and signed his name on the paper below Craig’s.
He just needed to take down this program and then the youth of the future would
believe less in God. Less belief in God the more power Satan had. He followed
after the group of kids as Father Maxi brought them to what looked like a new
part of the church. The walls were light blue, the floor was hardwood, and the
doors were all different colors, from red to blue to green, they were a
rainbow.
Tweek was assigned the blue door. Inside was a single twin sized bed pushed
against the far wall below a window. At the foot of the bed was a three drawer
dresser. Outside there was trees and a lot of nature. The bed was covered in
dark blue sheets, a sky blue cotton pillow case at the head. The walls were
painted light green, and there was dark green carpet on the floor.
He set his bag down on the floor and sat on the bed. He took some deep breaths
and calmed himself down. He touched his chest where Damien had drawn the
markings giving him protection from the holiness of the church. Spells like
this were normally only for actual demons and high-level ones at that. He was
lucky Damien liked him so much.
He left as soon as he felt like he wasn't going to panic. Father Maxi and Craig
were waiting at the end of the hall. The other kids had opted to put their
clothes in their dressers.
“So, um, The.. .the other kids said you were a troublemaker… is that true?”
Tweek tried to make conversation. Maybe he could help Tweek think of some
pranks that would get the Father in trouble.
“I guess so. I don't care though.” Craig said. His voice was so monotone it
took Tweek off guard.
“You boys wait here a second, I’ll go check on the rest of our flock.” He said
nervously. Once he was gone Tweek turned to Craig and tried to ask him for
prank ideas but as soon as Craig turned to him, he could only yell “GAH,” Pull
his hair and turn back around as he tried to stop twitching.
Craig simply stared at the twitchy new kid. He couldn't help thinking of him
like a scared deer. He wondered if being quiet and gentle would make him calm
down enough to talk. Then he realized it was odd he cared enough to think of
it. Father Maxi came back with the others. “Alright let’s continue the tour. At
the end of the tour, you’ll be assigned a chore list and a buddy to help you
study, do chores, and practice your sermons.” Father Maxi droned on and on
about how generous the locals were to give them enough money to build this new
wing and buy food for the kids participating in this Youth Program. It was
honestly the most boring thing Craig had experienced.
Tweek was trying to take in as many details as possible. He would need to know
as much as possible in order to cause as much damage as possible to this
church’s reputation. Tweek noticed when they got to the kitchen there were
multiple different colored sets of plates, bowls, cups, and even plastic
silverware.
“Each one of you is in charge of doing your own dishes. You’ll all be assigned
a color of cutlery and plates. You’ll be in charge of washing them after every
meal.” Father Maxi informed them.
“So wait, on top of chores, you expect us to do dishes? What are we Mexicans?”
Cartman asked incredulously
“Eric Cartman that is offensive! One more crack like that in the house of the
Lord and you’ll be doing everyone’s dishes tonight.” Father Maxi said sharply.
“Anyway, your dishes are the same colors as your bedroom doors. So Craig has
green, Tweek has blue, Cartman yours are yellow, and so forth. Remember
cleanliness is next to heavenliness so clean your dishes after every meal and
put them in the cupboards. Go ahead and put them in the lower cupboards to the
right, now.”
“Weak,” Cartman grumbled as he and the others placed their dishes in the
cupboard. “When do we get a snack Father Maxi?”
“Gluttony is a sin, Eric. You will only eat at meal times. Though you may drink
as much water and juice as you like.” Father Maxi answered. His voice reminded
Tweek of someone standing on a pedestal and looking down at people, thinking
they are better than those below.
Craig himself was having trouble paying attention to anything the Father or
other kids were saying. He was actually caught up staring at Tweek. Something
about the twitchy boy made him curious.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Tweek frowned harshly down at the notebook. He was currently trying to plan
some kind of pranks, mischief, or other chaos. The thing is he was drawing a
blank. He had found a few things he could use, wine in the refrigerator, mouse
traps in the corners of the kitchen, a loose gas line hooked to the stove, and
the controls for the surround sound system in the main room.
He had no clue how to use any of it to his advantage. He was now two days into
this whole, undercover Youth Pastor Program and still had no ideas. He figured
he could poison the Father or at least get him super drunk on the wine, but
then, of course, he started overthinking it and his nerves go to him making him
sick. The thought about putting a mouse trap on his chair or even use them to
harm the other kids and of course, he puked.
He wasn't able to think much. They barely had any time to themselves after
their first day. He was partnered with Craig, the supposed troublemaker, and
they were constantly either dusting, mopping, or sweeping the church. He was
beginning to think these humans only used programs like this to get kids to
work for free. At night Father Maxi would assign them a passage or verse to
read and interpret and allow them to work together.
They talked about them in the mornings. Tweek had a lot of trouble speaking to
the other kids though. He was still just as twitchy as ever, although he
noticed he seemed to be able to calm down some around Craig. Constantly bumping
things off tables and hurting himself were common occurrences though.
Craig was currently in the shower, and once he was done he and Tweek were
assigned to a passage about Balaam and a donkey. Tweek figured he would end up
doing all the work but didn't mind it. Craig had stated multiple times he
didn't care, or even want to be here. Tweek heard a knocking at his window and
turned to look out it.
“Tweek.” He yelped at the sight of Damien outside. “How are you doing? Did you
find anything yet?” Damien asked. It was odd, for being the son of Satan he
certainly didn't inherit his father’s intimidating voice.
“No, I mean I have some ideas, but I haven't tried anything yet.” His head
twitched to the side and he grabbed his shirt as he spoke.
“Don't forget Tweek, if you fuck this up I will strip you of all demonic power
and leave you here,” Damien warned. “Don’t think it will be hard! You’re low
level, it would be easier than killing a human.” He looked over Tweek’s
shoulder and nodded once.
“I know! I know!” Tweek panicked. He followed Damien’s eyes over his shoulder
and didn't see anything, He looked back towards the window and Damien was gone.
It was that moment he heard the door open and turned around to see craig coming
in. “Gah!” He exclaimed.
“Chill dude. It’s just me.” Craig said calmly. “Why are you by the window?” He
inquired. He slightly raised a single brow, it was almost unnoticeable, Tweek
likely only caught it because he was looking for it. Craig had his blue and
yellow hat off for once, his hair was soaked. The towel was draped over his
shoulders keeping the water from dripping on his clothes.
He had to think of an excuse fast. “I was just trying to… trying to get some
fresh air to help me stay up.” He turned back to the window to close it. He
couldn't help but think everything happening was pure dumb luck. I’m lucky they
haven't noticed my horns, my tail, or the marks on my chest that keep me from
falling on the floor in pain… I’m lucky the Father paired me with someone so
lax… When will this luck run out?
Craig stared at Tweek. He wasn't going to lie, he hated this whole program, but
Tweek certainly made it interesting. The twitchy kid knocked things over,
constantly was bumping into stuff, and seemed to be unable to stop twitching.
But Craig’s original idea of a baby deer wasn't far off. The more gentle his
actions and voice the more at ease Tweek was.
He enjoyed that. Something about Tweek just drew him in. No matter how many
times he zoned out he always had some interesting reason behind it, no matter
how many times he knocked into Craig while they were cleaning, or how many
times Craig had to do the talking in the morning it never seemed to bother him.
In fact, the zoning out thing seemed to be having a positive effect on Craig.
Lately, his dreams were more vivid, and he seemed happier. So when Tweek said
he was having trouble staying awake, he decided to show him something even if
it was a risk.
“Follow me.” Was all he said as he began walking to the kitchen. Tweek twitched
but followed.
“Dude, won't we get in trouble for leaving our rooms this late?” He whispered.
Craig could sense the impending panic and just shrugged. “What if we get kicked
out!?” He whisper yelled. Again craig shrugged, but this time he took Tweek’s
hand and squeezed without even realizing it.
Once he reached the kitchen he let go and moved to carefully turn on the
appliance in the corner. He poured water from the spigot in the reservoir in
the back, put a filter in the top, and poured in the ground beans. While he
waited for the coffee to finish brewing he pulled out one of his own green
cups.
Tweek watched in anticipation as Craig did whatever it was he was doing. He
couldn't help but try and keep an ear out for Father Maxi, just in case he came
to check on the noise. Currently, he didn't hear anything but the sound of the
water heating up and dripping into the pot.
When he turned around Craig was approaching him with a green plastic cup in
hand. “Here.” He said in his nasally voice. “Don’t drink too much or you won't
sleep tonight.”
“What is it?!’ Tweek investigated the cup, turnin it this way and that and
looking into the dark brown liquid. ‘It’s not poison is it?!” He was still
trying to be quiet but he didn't hear anyone so he talked normally. The cup was
warm in his hands and he was careful not to spill the hot liquid on his hands,
“It’s coffee. Go ahead and take a sip.” Craig answered. He almost reached out
to pet the wild hair on Tweek’s head, but he feared that would only make him
panic again. Instead, he watched as Tweek brought the hot cup to his lips and
sipped the bitter bean water. He immediately drew back and fanned his mouth
with one hand.
“It’s hot! How do people drink this?!” He asked. Craig shook his head, he
carefully took Tweek’s hands in his and brought the cup to his own lips. Rather
than taking a sip he blew into the cup, trying to cool the liquid. “Dude-”
“It’s hot, so you blow it to cool it off and then you can drink it.” Craig
clarified. ‘You blow on it too.” He told Tweek. He watched as Tweek slowly came
closer to the cup between them and began blowing on the liquid. “Just blow on
it until it’s as cool as you like it.”
Tweek nodded and Craig moved to rinse the coffee pot out. He pulled the filter
and wet grounds out and tossed them in the trashcan. Tweek took a sip of the
coffee again and his eyes blew wide. He pulled the cup to his lips and took a
big gulp. Immediately his nerves felt better and he took a deep breath.
Craig placed the clean coffee pot back into its rightful place and turned to
see Tweek. A small smile on his face, and visibly more relaxed. He had drank
almost the whole cup but he wasn't even twitching anymore.
Tweek noticed Craig looking at him and downed the rest of the coffee. He
figured Craig was probably waiting for his cup back. He handed the cup back and
gave a small smile. “That was delicious. Thank you.”
“No problem,” Craig muttered. “I’ll rinse this out, you can go ahead and head
back.”
“Um, I’ll just wait for you.” Tweek answered as he relaxed on a nearby wall.
Craig shrugged and rinsed the cup in the sink. Once it was back in his cupboard
he rejoined Tweek. The two walked back to their room without a hitch. Tweek
stopped off to go to the bathroom.
He looked in the mirror and noticed that he could wash his hands without
shaking so bad… Maybe the coffee was good for him. When he got back to his room
he was horrified to see Craig holding his prank journal.
“That’s not what it-” He started out. Craig merely shrugged.
“These aren't bad. We could loosen the gas line after breakfast and slip some
wine in the grape juice. The light headed effect of the gas mixed with the
alcohol lowering his inhibitions could lead to some funny shit.” Craig said.
“How are we gonna do that?” Tweek asked. He twitched as he sat on his bed.
Craig sighed and moved to sit next to him. Tweek thought he was mad at him and
spasmed. well, calm was nice while it lasted
Craig felt kind of bad as he watched Tweek begin twitching again. He sat next
to Tweek and spoke quietly. “I’ll handle the gas. We can get up earlier than
the others and head to breakfast early. Once I get that the gas should make him
dizzy, I’ll put it back once he starts showing that it affected him. You slip
wine in his juice. Just a little though. Sound good?”
“Oh god, I’m horrible at being sneaky! This is too much pressure!” Tweek began
pulling his hair. Craig turned to him and pulled his hands away from his head.
“You’re capable of more than you think. Just follow my lead and try not to get
caught.” Craig said. “Now let's get back to work.”
***** Chapter 3 *****
Craig woke up in the middle of the night. That was odd for him. He laid back
and tried to sleep some more. For some reason he couldn't seem to get
comfortable, he felt like something was watching him. Unsettled, though he
didn't show it, and perturbed he stood. He fast walked to the door and
practically ripped it open. Normally if this were to happen at home he’d either
get a glass of water or slip into his sister’s room to check on her.
Neither of those was possible right now.
He moved into the hallway in hopes that perhaps it was just his room making him
feel so odd. But even as he moved farther from his door it didn't get better.
He almost jumped when he heard another door open. Instead, he whipped around
and gasped. The other person gasped too but then they turned around and slammed
their door. The blue door.
Craig took a breath to steady himself and slowly opened Tweek’s door to reveal
him curled up on the bed, completely under the covers. He stepped inside and
immediately the feeling of being watched went away. He carefully approached the
bed on his tiptoes.
Tweek was shaking pretty badly. It was obvious how nervous he was. Craig pulled
the blanket off Tweek. Tweek began to shout and Craig moved quickly to muffle
it with his hand. “Easy!” He whispered loudly. “It's just me, Tweekers. Are you
alright?”
“Oh. Yeah. S- sorry Craig. I was going to the bathroom and you scared me. What
if you had been a murderer? Or a ghost or something?! I heard noises outside,
what if there’s someone out there waiting to abduct us?! Why am I the only one
who knows this?! That’s way too much pressure!” Tweek began spasming again and
grabbing his hair. Craig stood next to Tweek’s bed silently watching him put
his face in his hands.
“Come on. I’ll walk you to the bathroom then we can go to bed.” Craig pats his
back to try and calm him down. Tweek looked up and nodded. Craig walked over to
the door and peeked out into the darkness. Luckily for them, the bathroom had a
nightlight so they could see it at the end of the hall.
The two began walking towards it. It was the only white door in the hallway.
Craig’s room was across from it and Kenny’s room was to it’s left. They walked
on tiptoes so as not to wake the others up. A large bang sounded from somewhere
else in the church and Tweek grabbed Craig’s hand. The move caught Craig off
guard so he wasn't ready for when Tweek pulled him into the bathroom with him.
Only once the door was closed and locked was he able to react. “Dude, what the
hell?” He asked in his nasal voice.
“We don't know what that was! I told you I heard something outside earlier!
What if someone broke in and is just looking for little boys in the hallway to
abduct or worse?!” Tweek whispered back. Craig stared at him, and both boys
listened quietly for something, anything. At first, they heard nothing, and
Craig breathed a sigh of relief.
Then they heard a soft moan. It came from the room to their left, but it
definitely wasn't Kenny. “What’s was that?!” Tweek asked in an anxious whisper.
Craig opened his mouth to reply but another moan tore through the air, much
louder this time. Suddenly Craig had a much better idea as to what was
happening. He had never actually heard sex noises, at least never in person,
but he remembered the birds and the bees talk with his father. These had to be
the pleasurable noises someone lets out when they’re getting their genitalia
rubbed.
“Seriously, Oh God! What was that?!” Tweek asked again, more urgently.
“Tweek quit playing, you know what that is,” Craig said. “I’m gonna wait in the
hall. Go to the bathroom and meet me out there once you’re done.” With that
Craig carefully opened the door and stepped out. He closed the door behind him
and leaned against his own door. The feeling of being watched came back and
Craig had to flip off the air to feel better. If someone was watching him at
least they’d know he said fuck off.
Tweek came out of the bathroom and tried to close the door quietly but another
moan ripped through the walls and startled him into slamming it. Immediately he
ran back to his room, Craig slowly trailing after him.
Once inside with the door closed, Craig and Tweek sat on the bed. They sat in
uncomfortable silence for twenty minutes, Craig noticed the odd feeling was
gone. Tweek was twitching and trying to calm down before he finally asked.
“Craig, what were those moans?” Craig looked over at Tweek and realized he
really had no clue what was obviously happening in Kenny’s room.
He sighed. “Well, my guess is they were having sex.” Craig deadpanned.
“GAH! Really? In a church?!” Tweek asked. “Who would do that? I thought
everyone valued these places?” Tweek asked without twitching for once.
“If I had to guess I’d say it was Butters moaning, if not him then Kyle.” Craig
watched the confused and curious expression overtake Tweek’s face. He still
wasn't getting it. “Butters has wanted a romantic relationship with Kenny since
their trip to Hawaii, so I wouldn't be surprised if he let Kenny talk him into
having sex in a church. As for Kyle, well, he’s Jewish so Kenny could’ve called
him up and offered to help make Stan jealous. They do things like that
sometimes when Kyle needs attention.”
“So wait,-” Tweek looked down. “Butters loves Kenny, but Kenny still has sex
with other boys-”
“Well, Kenny didn't know how Butters felt. If that’s Butters in there I’d guess
Kenny would be faithful from now on.” Craig elaborated. Tweek didn't seem to
understand but he dropped it.
Craig yawned. He was tired but he didn't want to go back to his own room. Tweek
seemed to notice and thought about inviting him to stay the night. Craig
figured even if he was uncomfortable it wouldn't be right to impose on the new
kid, he stood up and began leaving. “Craig- wait!” Tweek said with his hand out
as if he could stop Craig with that alone. Craig turned around and stared at
him. “Why did you come to my room anyway?”
“I felt like something was watching me in my room.” He said, then added under
his breath, “Wow. That sounded less crazy in my head.”
“Like what was watching you? Like a rapist? Or -!” Tweek began rambling and
Craig thought it was kind of cute. He walked back over and set his hand on
Tweek’s shoulder to calm him down.
“I don't know what it was. It's no big deal, I'll just go back to bed and try
to forget it.” Craig comforted him.
“You can't go back there alone! What if it is a rapist or child abductor?!
They're more likely to take you if you're alone!” Tweek grabbed his sleeve and
pulled him closer. “Y-you can just…. Just stay here.”
Craig was surprised, but it didn't really show, and he climbed into the bed
beside Tweek. They both pulled the blanket over their bodies and laid their
head on the single pillow. They faced away from each other. “Sorry,” Tweek
mumbled. “I'm sorry. I forgot I had the one pillow.”
Craig sighed and rolled to face Tweek. “It's fine.” It was warm under the
covers and Craig closed his eyes. He let himself fall asleep next to Tweek,
completely comfortable in the gentle warmth.
Tweek touched the symbols on his chest. They would need to be renewed in the
morning before 10 am. He was tempted to tape his tail to his leg to be sure it
wouldn't bother Craig. That thought was squashed as soon as he heard Craig
snore. He couldn't wake Craig up, that would be suspicious.
His wings were in need of stretching too now that he thought of it. So he had
an idea. It was risky, especially in a church, but he would HAVE to try… unless
he wanted wing rot. Everyone thought it was just rumor but he knew wing rot was
real. If you don't use your wings they rot and fall off. If you aren't careful
it spreads to the rest of your body. So he would need this.
***** Chapter 4 *****
Craig woke the next morning feeling well rested and rather warm. He felt so
comfortable he didn't really want to leave the bed. He turned over on his other
side and was greeted by Tweek’s face. Tweek’s sleeping face.
His first reaction was to jump back in surprise, he fought it, however, and
instead sat perfectly still. He watched Tweek’s face and smiled very slightly.
He was very cute in his sleep. He very slowly and carefully moved a hand out
from under the blanket. Slowly he pushed some hair from Tweek’s face. It was
serene to see Tweek so completely calm, and he found his stomach feeling
fluttery.
He carefully climbed out of bed so as not to disturb Tweek and immediately
noticed the temperature difference. It was like walking from a sweaty sauna
into the snow! He shivered and climbed back into the warm and soft covers.
Unfortunately, that woke Tweek up.
Tweek growled at the sudden disturbance to his sleep. It was a reflex he picked
up from hanging out with Damien. He opened his eyes to meet with Craig’s and
immediately stopped himself. He closed his eyes again and snuggled into the
pillow. “Five more minutes.” He slurred out tiredly. He felt Craig get close
again and let himself drift to sleep.
Craig got comfortable under the covers and watched Tweek sleep. It was odd the
other didn't rise right away, as Craig figured the shock would've jolted him
out of bed. While Craig was lost in his thoughts about Tweek he didn't realize
that said boy had latched onto him and was cuddled close.
Craig figured the two of them could just chill with Tweek until Father Maxi
came to get them. When he finally came out of his thoughts he realized Tweek
had his face shoved up against his chest, one fist next to it, and the other
arm resting on his hip. Craig blushed slightly and flipped him off.
Tweek was fast asleep, so Craig wrapped his arms around him at his lower back
and allowed himself to absorb the heat Tweek seemed to put off like a furnace.
He wondered what the fluttery feeling in his chest earlier was, or what he was
doing right now…
It had to be because Tweek was like a scared little animal and Craig knew
himself well enough to know he had a soft spot for animals. Even now he was
holding him close to his chest and unconsciously snuggling the lower part of
his face into Tweek’s wild mane of hair.
Tweek stirred before rousing fully. He felt Craig nuzzling into his hair. It
was pleasant but he grew anxious the other would find his horns or even bump
his wings, so he reluctantly moved. “Dude, do you think we woke up early enough
to do the prank?” Tweek asked as a distraction as he pulled himself away.
Craig missed Tweek’s heat already, “One way to be sure.” He said in the
monotone as usual. He waited for Tweek to take the hint and get out of bed
because he didn't want to be the first to leave the warm covers. However Tweek
simply looked at him confused, so Craig waited for a second more before he
stood and began to leave. “I'm going to change. You should change into real
clothes too. Meet me in the kitchen for breakfast and as long as Father Maxi
isn't there we can prank him.”
Craig quickly went to his room and changed from his pajamas into his normal
clothes. He glanced at his clock to check the time, trying to guess whether
Father Maxi was awake yet or not. The digital numbers read 7:45 am.
Meanwhile, Tweek was in his own room, going over the marks on his chest with a
permanent marker. He had locked the door as soon as Craig left and closed the
curtains. He took his shirt off and let his wings out as he traced the marks
Damien had made on him. He was trying to be quick even though he was twitching.
Damien had told him that a few extra lines didn't matter as long as the marks
weren't slashed through or incomplete. Still, he worried about making them too
illegible for the magic to work. Once he was done he went to the kitchen.
Nobody would be awake right now. Father Maxi usually let them sleep until 9:00
am. Craig quickly left his room to go to the kitchen. Tweek was already there,
making coffee. Craig raised a brow slightly. Tweek took deep gulps like he was
drinking from the fountain of life, once he pulled the cup away from his lips
he let out a sigh.
“So nobody is up. We have the opportunity. We have some time though before
anyone wakes up.” Craig informed Tweek.
“Want some coffee?” Tweek inquired as he turned back around towards the coffee
maker with an empty cup. There was still some liquid in the pot and he was
eagerly lifting it to pour more in his cup.
“No thanks. I don't really like coffee much.” Craig said. He moved to the back
of the stove to examine the pipe he needed to loosen. Tweek drank his coffee
happily and turned back to Craig.
“If you tug it left a little bit that should loosen it.” Tweek said as he
emptied the coffee. I should make more . He sighed disappointed when his cup
was empty and went to wash it.
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Tweek watched as Father Maxi raised the glass to his lips. He tried to block
out the smell of gas wafting into his nose. He was becoming disappointed that
the father showed no signs of being impaired. His plan had once again failed
him… like all the others.
Father Maxi had drunk three glasses of the“juice” Tweek had mixed with wine and
just as Tweek was ready to give up, the Father slumped slightly in his chair
and groaned. “I- I feel light headed. Do you kids feel funny? I feel funny.”
Father Maxi said. Tweek watched in awe as the father began to talk and ramble
in slurred words.
“Father Maxi are you okay?” Butters asked. The others were already leaving.
“C’mon Butters, he’s out of it. We may as well enjoy this day off without him
bitching at us.” Cartman called from the door.
“But guys we’re here-” Butters started to protest but he was cut off when Kenny
came back and pat his back. “O-oh… Okay.”
“Are you guys coming? Craig? Tweek?” Clyde called.
“Yeah, guys. Come with us, I brought some video games, we can use the church’s
projector as a tv!” Token tried to entice them.
“We’ll be there in a second guys. Tweek and I are gonna make some coffee.”
Craig said. Token and Clyde shrugged at each other. Craig flipped the others
off and with that, all of the others left. Craig fixed the pipe behind the
stove as best he could, while Tweek made coffee and did the dishes. He looked
at the bottle of wine and decided to check the label.
“MOLLYDOOKER SHIRAZ 16% alcohol. Please Drink Responsibly.”
Tweek’s breathing picked up and he began tugging on his hair and shirt. “GAh!”
He exclaimed that was much more than he thought it would be. “Aren't churches
supposed to use weak wines!?!? LikeMoscatoorsomeshit?!” He spoke so fast Craig
almost didn't understand him. “Gah! I-I-I really got him drunk. The liver takes
an hour to process one ounce of alcohol! This shit would take three hours if he
had ONE glass. He had THREE! What if he gets alcohol poisoning?!”
Craig was ready to leave when he noticed Tweek panicking. He checked the rolled
his eyes and noticed the coffee maker. He casually made Tweek a cup of coffee
and moved to his side. He remembered how Stripe would panic if you touched her
before she saw you and he stood in front of Tweek making sure he noticed. Then
he moved Tweek’s hand from his hair, noting a few small tufts of blond hair
stuck to his fingers.
All the while Father Maxi was face down on the table mumbling to himself. The
two boys ignored it and Craig held Tweek by the wrist as he pushed the cup of
coffee to his palm. Tweek immediately took a large gulp and then closed his
eyes and drank slower, savoring the bitter liquid as it slid down his throat.
He had streaks on either side of his mouth as he drank and Craig thought it was
adorable that he couldn't drink it fast enough. “It was watered down with juice
Tweek, don't worry about it. Besides, that just means he might puke or go to
sleep. Let's go see the others.” He comforted.
He watched Tweek and began reaching his head to pat his head. He stopped part
way as he realized what he was doing. Tweek opened his eyes and looked at
Craig. “Dude. Coffee is the best. Thanks, man. But seriously why does the
church have such strong alcohol? And shouldn’t I hide the alcohol again?”
“Weird shit happens in South Park. It’s best to just roll with it.” Craig
watched as Tweek made himself another cup to finish off the coffee. He washed
the pot for him and placed it back in the coffee maker. Father Maxi was trying
to say something like “Kids shouldn't drink coffee,” but it was lost on the
boys.
Tweek washed his cup and looked at the priest. He began twitching slightly
again and went to grab a bucket from under the sink. Craig watched from the
doorway in silence as he placed it by the father. He didn't think Father Maxi
was that bad off but he figured better safe than sorry. Tweek hid the wine
where he found it.
Once Tweek was done he followed Craig to the main room of the church. The
others were trying to hook the projector up to Token’s game system when Craig
and Tweek arrived. Craig sat down by Kenny and watched as the Token, Butters,
and Clyde fiddled with the tech. “So Craig.” Kenny started, voice muffled. “Saw
you leave Tweek’s room this morning…”
“Let me stop you there McCormick. Before you insinuate anything, nothing
happened between us. Just two guys sharing a room.” Craig said quietly. He knew
Kenny heard him though, he just hoped Tweek didn’t. Tweek didn’t need the
stress of Kenny fucking McCormick making jokes about his dick. Kenny just gave
a knowing smile and walked over to Butters.
***** Chapter 5 *****
Tweek was happy everything seemed to be going how he wanted. He had managed to
create an opening with Father Maxi to use his persuasion spell. By touching him
when he placed the bucket next to him Tweek was able to implant an idea in his
head. He would need to act on it to focus on anything else.
Tweek hoped tomorrow he would be able to go out and stretch his wings. His
wings were beginning to feel numb from disuse. His excitement began to turn
into nervous energy and he began imagining all the worst outcomes. Bears.
Spiders. He shuddered. Rapists.
He tried to calm down. He closed his eyes and remembered their day off. They
had played games on the large projector. Butters had managed to rig it so it
worked. They had challenged him to a racing game of some sort. Surprisingly he
was good. Stan ended up being his biggest competition.
He actually had fun. Demons always spoke poorly of humans and their lives but
Tweek didn't see it that way. He had fun.
A knock on the door startled him. “Who is it?!” He called just loud enough to
be heard.
“Craig.” Came the reply. His nasally voice was tired sounding.
“Come in,” Tweek called from his bed. He sat up, the blanket held to his chest
hoping to cover the marks that kept his wings invisible. He had just retraced
them. His shirt was on the dresser and his pants were on the floor, leaving him
in his boxers. Craig stepped in and closed the door behind him. He had a pillow
in his hand and Tweek could guess what that was for.
Craig came up to the bed. “Can I sleep here again?” Craig asked in monotone.
His expression was stony and blank.
“Why??” Tweek responded with genuine curiosity.
“Because you put off heat like a human heater, and it makes the bed warm.”
Craig responded in deadpan as if it was the most obvious answer in the world.
“Oh… Okay.” Tweek scooched over to make room for Craig. He even moved his
pillow with him. Craig placed his pillow beside of Tweek’s and moved to share
the blanket with him. Tweek hurriedly moved his tail to it was wrapped around
itself and tucked into the back of his boxers. Craig laid down and Tweek
followed suit. Once again he faced away from Craig trying to make sure he
wasn't uncomfortable. “Hey, Craig?” Tweek spoke softly.
“Yeah?” Craig answered.
“Today was fun. Thanks for helping me prank Maxi.” He pulled the blanket up to
his face and held it there. He was blushing slightly and his heart was racing.
He had no clue why. Craig calmed him down usually, so was he so nervous?
Craig meanwhile, felt a fluttery feeling in his chest. ‘Sure thing.” He
responded. “It was nice to have a day off.” He felt the warmth from Tweek and
sat up. Tweek rolled over and watched Craig take his shirt off. Craig watched
Tweek’s face turn red and threw his shirt to the floor then laid back down.
Craig waited until Tweek’s breathing evened out and turned over again. He
closed his eyes and began drifting off until Tweek cuddled up to him.
So Craig wrapped an arm around Tweek’s abdomen. He felt something weird poking
into his chest and upper stomach but when he looked down and inspected it he
didn't see anything. He shrugged it off and held Tweek. He sighed into nuzzled
into Tweek’s hair. He stopped only to notice a strange pokey feeling against
his chin. Carefully he reached his free hand up and parted Tweek’s hair to get
a better look.
He found a single tiny horn. It looked as though it had grown out of the skin,
going from nasal red at the bottom to black at the tip in a slight gradient. He
carefully reached out and touched it, getting an unconscious pleasured noise
from Tweek. Craig blushed but let it go. He couldn't believe it. What kind of
kid would wear fake devil horns into a church?! Not even Cartman was that
disrespectful most of the time.
Craig may not have known Tweek long, but he didn't seem the type to do
something so dickish.
Unless…
Craig reached down and decided to try feeling Tweek’s back. His hand carefully
explored the area where his chest met with Tweek’s back. He felt something. He
wasn't sure what it was but Tweek began squirming so he stopped.
Carefully Craig climbed out of the bed. He tried to ignore the chill, as he
pulled the blanket off Tweek slowly.
Tweek was still sound asleep, seemingly unaffected by the chill in the room, so
Craig remained careful as he examined him. He looked very carefully and
thoroughly at Tweek’s body. Nothing abnormal could be seen… it wasn’t until he
looked at Tweek’s legs he noticed something. It looked like a snake was wrapped
around his thigh…
Craig had the urge to touch it. His hand slowly reached out and stroked it.
This time Tweek moaned and shifted to face him. The tail was still in view and
Craig stared at it… to most people, it was his expressionless stare, but he had
a slight emotion in his eyes for those willing to close enough. Tweek noticed.
He was awakened when Craig stroked his tail. Most mortals didn't know but
gentle caresses like that caused “lust haze.”
Craig was in danger right now. Tweek was fighting his imp instincts to pounce
and fuck. He kept telling himself that was a bad idea especially given the
circumstances. He was so busy trying to not fuck Craig he didn't notice Craig
crawling back in bed over him to examine his tailbone.
Once he felt hands moving his boxers he rolled and grabbed Craig’s hands. “Stop
please.” He pleaded with Craig. He squeezed his eyes shut and fought the urge
to sate his rising lust.
“What are you?” Craig asked rather calmly, but his voice shook almost
unnoticeably. Tweek could sense his panic though, and began to panic himself.
Craig swallowed and stared into Tweek’s face before his eyes drifted down.
Craig lifted a hand to Tweek’s chest. His finger traced one of the markings on
his chest. Tweek’s eyes burst open.
“Craig please-” His begging was cut off.
“Dude, weird shit happens in South Park. I told you I learned to roll with it.
Now tell me. What. Are. You?” His face got closer to Tweek’s “You can tell me.”
“You’ll hate me,” Tweek whispered. He squeezed his eyes closed tightly and
moved his head down to hide his face. He still held Craig’s hand making sure it
didn't touch his tail or wings.
“Tweek, I felt the things on your back, saw the horns, and you have a tail…”
Craig felt sympathy flood his mind and heart as every feature made Tweek flinch
as if he’d been struck. Each flinch was accompanied by either a “gah,” or
“Ngh.” Craig used the hand that Tweek wasn’t holding to bring Tweek’s face into
the crook of his neck. “I just want to know Tweek.”
Tweek inhaled Craig’s scent and tried to relax. He wasn't being judged, he
wasn't being dunked in holy water, and Craig wasn't running. Tweek could do
this much. “I-I’m an...Imp.” Tweek said softly.
“What’s that?” Craig asked. He pulled back and Tweek released his hand. Tweek
was shaking pretty badly and Craig knew this wasn’t going to be a very
informative conversation if he panicked. “Actually wait on that. Want some
coffee?”
“Yeeesss~” Tweek exhaled gratefully. Craig stood and went to grab some coffee.
Tweek thought about bolting; running away before Craig could tell the others.
However, this mission was too important and he was having fun with Craig. He
didn't want this to end. So he sat still on the bed. Waiting for Craig. When he
returned Tweek was sat up in bed, leaning against the pillows. He sat next to
him and pressed the cup into his hands.
“So, what’s an imp?” Craig asked. Tweek took a big gulp.
“An imp is similar to a devil, but less evil more mischief. Though, most don't
care if their pranks hurt people.” Tweek said calmly. Then he sipped his
coffee.
“Most?” Craig inquired. Tweek sighed and looked down dejected.
“I’m… I’m kinda~... on probation… my pranks, well… my pranks aren't really big
and they… they never go … well, they never to go plan. I-I hate hurting people…
b-but if I fail my mission, I’ll be turned human.” Tweek shyly spoke.
“So they sent you here to what? Prank people?” Craig inquired. His questions
were monotone and even. Tweek didn't feel any pressure to answer them, but
still, it was because of the calm interrogation that he let himself keep
talking. “And what happens if you turn human? Is it bad?”
“They say it hurts...and S-Satan leaves… he leaves you wherever he catches you…
high and dry. No money, no identification, nothing. He just leaves you with
nothing man!” Tweek’s breathing picked up, and his twitch became prominent once
more. Craig ran a through his hair and forced his head to rest on his shoulder.
“What mission did he send you to do?” Craig asked. Tweek sat quietly for a few
minutes. Craig thought his caring was odd but then he remembered so
conversation he had with his sister. It was about love and friends and such…
and he realized he may be in love… maybe. Or just have a crush.
***** Chapter 6 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Craig sighed as he followed Father Maxi through the forest. Why the hell did
Maxi think an impromptu camping trip behind the church was a good idea? He
didn't get enough sleep last night for this physical exertion crap. Or the
annoyances. Cartman was huffing and puffing behind him while Stan tried to
encourage him to keep going. Kenny was following after Butters, making horrible
dick jokes that flew right over Butters naive little head. Clyde and Token were
whispering to each other suspiciously and Tweek was in front beside Maxi,
keeping pace easily with the energy of a whole pot of coffee in him.
“So Craig, can I ask a question?” Clyde sidled up to his left. He was
whispering. Great. Craig flipped him off. “Come on. I’ll ask anyway.” He
whispered and proceeded to invade Craig’s personal space. “What were you and
Tweek doing last night? I saw you leave his room this morning, were you two~?”
He trailed off hoping Craig would pick up his meaning but he just flipped him
off again. “You know!... Doing what Kenny’s been doing Butters for the past
three days?” Craig was unsurprised by this news so he didn't even flinch,
however, Butters must’ve heard his name.
“What?” Asked Butters. “Did ya need somethin’, Clyde?” Butters asked from
behind them.
“Nope Butters we’re all good!” Clyde replied over his shoulder. “Just go back
to what you were doing.” “He looked back to Craig. “Dude, just answer me this
then. You know how Stan’s room is right next to Tweek’s? The red door? … Stan
said he heard you and Tweek a couple days ago talking about pranks… were you
two the ones who made Maxi all,” He pointed to his head and moved his hand in
circles. “Loopy?”
Craig chuckled and smirked very slightly. “Yeah. But don't go telling. Tweek’s
anxiety will skyrocket if too many people know.”
“Awe,” Clyde said softly.
Token crept up on Craig’s right. “Since when do you care dude? You always throw
me and Clyde under the bus when you get caught.”
Craig scowled. Token had a point. A really good point. Craig Tucker didn’t give
two shits. Craig Fucking Tucker was stoic and bluntly, painfully, uncaringly
honest. To the point, it was harmful sometimes. Why did he care about Tweek and
his feelings? Do crushes do this? He glanced up at Tweek and tried to think.
Maybe he used imp magic or something to enthrall him. Demons did that he knew.
A memory of their talk the night before flashed in his mind. “I trust you,
Craig.” Tweek smiled softly. He twitched but only once and took Craig’s hand.
They locked eyes. “No secrets. Ask anything you want.”
And Craig had. He had asked his mission. His plan. His plan B if he failed his
mission. He had asked about hell. About their views on humans. And Tweek had
answered. Some answers came slower than others but they came. It was the oddest
experience Craig had, especially since Tweek didn't ask him anything about his
family or human life.
“Earth to Craig!” Clyde snapped in front of his face. “Dude, you zoned out. You
okay?” Craig flipped him off.
“I'm fine. And just so ya know Tweek does not want everyone to know because
he’s worried that someone will tell Maxi and then Maxi will call the police and
we would get in trouble or arrested for drugging a priest.” Craig summed up. He
had to admit, it sounded even crazier coming from himself. And the looks on his
friend's faces told him they agreed. He growled. “Just go with it.”
Clyde raised his hands in surrender and Token shook his head. That’s why Craig
liked them. They’d go with it even if they didn't understand it. Finally, after
hiking another whole hour Father Maxi stopped and set down his bag. “This spot
will do nicely kids.”
They were at the edge of a clearing and there was a river nearby that they
could hear but not see. There were a few flowers scattered in the weeds and
lots of tall grass. About twenty feet to the left was a large rock. It was
actually a very picturesque place. Maxi opened his bag and removed five tents.
“I got these tents this morning with rather generous donations. Now you boys
will have to double up. This time you can pick, so choose your tent partners
and set it up.” He informed the kids. Then he grabbed one tent for himself and
walked over to the rock.
“Tweek wants to share with Craig!” Cartman yelled.
“Gah, what?!” Tweek yelled but it was too late. Eric threw one of the canvas
bags containing the tents to Tweek and shoved him into Craig. Craig ended up
catching Tweek as he tripped over what he hoped was a rock. Tweek winced and
Craig realized he must’ve been pinching a wing or something.
Cartman grabbed Stan and moved over to supervise the tent assembly. Craig
helped Tweek back to his feet. Of course, Tweek was twitching slightly so Craig
sighed. “I’ll set up the tent,” Craig informed Tweek. “Go ahead and relax.”
“Are you sure? If you want to be tent mates with one of your friends I won't be
upset.” Tweek looked down. Craig opened his mouth to reply but was immediately
cut off by Clyde.
“Yeah, dude! Don't hog the new kid! I want to hang out with Tweek too.” Clyde
bounded over and wrapped an arm around Tweek’s waist. Tweek began breathing
heavier and pulled at his hair. He looked kind of freaked out. He looked at the
brunet boy who was holding hostage. “I promise we are gonna be the best of
friends! I’ll teach him the proper way to woo a lady and-”
Craig grabbed Tweek’s wrist and yanked him to his chest. His other arm wrapped
around Tweek’s back just above his wings. “Back off,” Craig growled. Everyone
stared at him. For once, he had an emotion in his voice, and it was anger. He
had only spoken like that two or three times in public and the recipient of his
tone ended up in the hospital. “You’re freaking him out.” Clyde raised his
hands in surrender and took two large steps back. Craig righted Tweek back onto
his feet. “I’m sharing a tent with Tweek, you’ll just have to hang with him
some other time.” He tried to go back to his nonchalant attitude. He turned his
back and walked a few feet away from everyone else to assemble the tent.
Tweek shrugged and followed Craig. He looked back to see Clyde whispering to
Token with a shit eating grin on his face. Token nodded and looked over at
Craig. He noticed Tweek looking and waved. Tweek waved back, with his fast and
twitchy his movements it was more like he flailed his hand in the air, and
relaxed against a tree near Craig.
Craig read the instructions for the tent and handed the pamphlet to Tweek. He
felt like he was being watched and looked over at Cartman. He had his hands
clasped together and held against his cheek with a tiny smile on his face.
Craig flipped him off. Then he laid the tent out and lined the poles up with
where they go. Once it was all laid out assembly would be easier. As Craig
worked he allowed his mind to wander.
Tweek had informed him that the other kids made him antsy. Craig had replied
the other kids annoyed the living fuck out of him… but tacked on that Clyde and
Token were the least annoying. He was beginning to rethink that statement.
Tweek moved away from the tree and over to the side of the tent across from
Craig. He grabbed a pole and began helping. “I told you, you can relax. I got
it.” Craig said.
“Ngh. The sooner we get this built the sooner we can get inside and avoid the
others. They’re still staring.” Tweek whispered. Craig glanced over his
shoulder and while only Cartman was openly staring the others would “sneak”
glances at them. He sighed.
“The pins on the tent go in the bottoms of the poles and it bends on top to
make a dome,” Craig informed. “I’ll ask Maxi for a hammer once that's done and
we can stake it to the ground.” Craig yawned.
“Hey man, once this thing is built you should take a nap.” Tweek placed the
other pin in the end of the pole Craig was working with and they moved on to
the next one. They made quick work of setting the tent up and Craig was
unsurprised when Tweek went inside it immediately. The sun was up and he knew
his companion wasn't tired, but it was better than the other kids making him
paranoid.
Father Maxi had them roll up their blankets and grab their pillows before they
left the church. Tweek set up his blanket and pillow on the left side of the
tent. Then he set up Crag’s bed as well. Craig was outside the tent, and a
quick glance around told him Butters and Kenny were the only other ones
finished with their tent. Stan was single handedly building his tent while
Cartman spied on Tweek and himself from behind a tree. Clyde was fumbling with
instructions while Token tried to help.
Father Maxi didn't have his tent finished so he didn't mind when Craig grabbed
the hammer without a word. Tweek saw Craig’s shadow outside the tent still he
jumped when he heard the hammer making contact with the stake. “Ah!”
“Easy Tweekers. I’m just making sure the stakes are in so the tent does not
blow away.” Tweek watched Craig stand and move to the next one. “I’ll finish as
fast as I can. Then we can take a nap.”
“Gah! Okay, Craig. I set out your bed for you.” Tweek told him. “I hope that’s
okay.”
“That’s fine. Thanks.” Craig moved on to the next stake and drove it into the
ground. He happened to look up at the tent and noticed something. “Hey, Tweek.”
He said quietly. “I uh, think your tail slipped out.”
Tweek made an “Eep.” Noise and there was the sound of fabric moving around and
thankfully the shadow was gone. “Thanks. Nobody saw it did they?” Craig glanced
over his shoulder and was thankful nobody was looking.
“Don't think so.” He replied. A sigh of relief was heard and Crag moved on to
the last stake. Once it was in the ground he handed the hammer off to Kenny and
crawled in the tent next to Tweek.
Chapter End Notes
     does anyone even read this
***** Getting Smutty *****
Chapter Notes
     Some smut near the end. Just ya know Reader beware
It was late, everyone was around the campfire Stan had built. Father Maxi had
gone to bed early. “So… Who wants to tell ghost stories?” Cartman asked as
nonchalantly as he could fake. Tweek saw right through it.
“Oh! That’s too much pressure man! What if we upset some spirit and they come
kill us in our sleep?!” Tweek watched as everyone seemed to take a minute to
catch up with what he said. Why was talking normally so hard? He always
stuttered or spoke like he was saying a million words a minute. He began
pulling on his hair again to try and calm himself. He felt Craig put a hand on
his back, well it was his wing but close enough!
“It’ll be fine! Besides there are a lot of us here, I doubt anything would
strike with all of us here.” Cartman elbowed Stan in the ribs. “Right Stan?”
Stan coughed and took a minute to breathe right. “Sure.”
Clyde must have caught on to what they were doing because he too added his
thoughts. “Yeah! The killers never strike when everyone is grouped up!”
“I’ll even go first!” Butters offered.
“Butters your stories are lame. I can start.” Cartman cleared his throat while
ignoring a glare from Kenny. “Once upon a time there were eight boys camping in
the woods. They were all from the same class and were trying to win a bet. The
bet was that whichever of them could stay in the woods for a whole night would
get a hundred dollars from everyone who failed. There were rumors that the
ghost of a little girl would roam the forest looking for people to steal away-”
“Well, why did she want to steal people away?” Butters asked. “That just seems
kind of mean.” Tweek was already twitching more and he could feel his tail
gripping his leg painfully tight. His breathing was getting erratic and the
story had only started.
“Because ghosts are assholes, Butters!” Cartman yelled. “She was probably
kidnapped or something now don't interrupt!” Kenny ran a soothing hand down
Butters arm. Cartman continued on. “They set up camp around a clearing where
they could clearly see the moon. After midnight the first boy went to bed, and
one by one the others followed until everyone was peacefully sleeping. Each was
confident of his own ability to make it through the night. The first boy was
awoken by a deep growling sound-” Cartman proceeded to growl in his throat and
Tweek began biting his bottom lip.
His muscles were spasming and it was almost painful. He was staring wide-eyed
at Cartman waiting for more when the sound of a twig snapping made him jump and
fall off the log. He yelped but Craig had grabbed his arm and quietly pulled
him back to the log. Everyone was staring at them. Tweek sat on the log and
tried to calm himself. He was able to calm down some when Craig placed his hand
on Tweek’s lower back and began rubbing it.
Cartman continued on before Tweek could slow his twitching though, “Then the
first boy noticed a shadow on the side of his tent, cast in the moon's light
and holding something curved and gnarled looking. He kept very quiet and looked
closely at it. He figured it was wearing a dress, had long hair, and was only
tall enough to be maybe eight years old. The shadow moved step by step” At this
point every word that followed got quieter and quieter, making Tweek lean in to
hear. “Getting closer and closer to the front of the tent.”
Tweek hugged himself, holding his breath as he leaned forward on the log. His
teeth drew blood from his bottom lip and he waited for Cartman to finish
glancing at them all. Craig moved his hand from Tweek’s back and grabbed
Tweek’s hand in an attempt to keep him steady. “The shadows empty hand reached
for the zipper and the boy grabbed his flashlight.” Cartman made a buzzing
noise indicating the unzipping of the zipper. “As the zipper was pulled open
the boy saw the pale white flesh of a-”
Tweek dug his fingernails on his free hand into his arm and tried to breathe
through his nose but it was no use. He was fucking terrified. “BOO!” Stan
shouted from behind Tweek and Craig. Tweek screamed and jumped right into
Craig’s chest. Craig jumped slightly and instinctively raised his middle finger
as his other arm went around Tweek’s back once again bumping his wings. Cartman
began laughing his ass off and Stan cracked a smile. Tweek was shivering and
tearing up.
“DUDE YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN THE LOOK ON YOUR FACE SPAZZ!” Cartman roared.
“PRICELESS!!! THAT’S WHAT YOU GET FOR CHOOSING THOSE ASSHOLES ON OUR FIRST
DAY!!!!”
Craig glared at the both of them and grabbed Tweek by the arm. “Let’s go to
sleep Tweek. Leave these assholes to scare themselves.”
“Ngh. But-” Tweek didn't resist but he trembled even in Craig’s hold. As they
walked away they heard Cartman say something like “They’re so gay you guys.”
But Craig chose to ignore that. He could get Cartman back later. Right now he
had to alleviate Tweek’s anxiety so he could stop his heart from whatever
betrayal it was doing to him.
Craig walked over to the tent. He was sooo thankful he had decided to put it a
little farther away from the others. “It’ll be fine Tweek.” He unzipped the
door and let Tweek crawl in first before following him. Tweek sat on his side
in a ball with the blanket pulled over his head and a flashlight on. Craig sat
on his side and zipped the door closed behind him. “Try to relax. There aren't
ghosts here.”
“Ngh. GaH! But you said weird shit happens here what if there's a ghost and
nobody knows because it kills everyone it comes into contact with!?” Tweek was
still breathing hard and he was obviously not okay. Craig took off his shirt
and wrapped his blanket around himself before moving closer. He lifted the
blanket over Tweek and sat under it with him.
“I'm right here Tweek. Nothing will get you while I’m here. Just lay back and
try to forget fatass.” Craig carefully pulled Tweek’s head to his shoulder.
Both were under the blankets so neither saw the shadow approaching nor did
either one of them heard the sound of a padlock clicking shut on their tent
zippers.
“It’s kind of hard when I can still hear him chuckle from here.” Tweek
whimpered. “But I’ll try.”
“You’re capable of more than you think Tweek. Just try to relax.” Craig waited
for Tweek to close his eyes before he shut the flashlight off. Once he was sure
Tweek was more relaxed he carefully unfurled his legs from their ball and
helped him lay out normally.
He too then laid down and pulled Tweek close. Craig didn't even flinch when
Tweek rolled over and pressed his face to his chest. Craig wondered how he even
ended up in this position… so defensive of an imp. He would do anything to
comfort Tweek, or protect him, or make him more comfortable. God, he had it
bad. He began thinking of ways to get back at Cartman for making Tweek freak
out like that… And he had the perfect idea.
“You know,” Tweek interrupted his thoughts. “I was hoping to stretch my wings
while we were out here. But now I’m too scared to leave the tent.” He whispered
shamefully. “Some imp I am huh?”
Craig hugged him tighter. “When the others go to sleep you can stretch them in
here. I’ll keep watch.” He mumbled. Tweek looked up at him.
“You-” He paused and Craig saw the conflict on his face. “Thanks, Craig.” He
sighed softly and went back to looking at the skin on Craig’s chest. It was a
few minutes before Craig noticed the light from the fire was gone.
“I think they’re asleep. Go ahead and let your wings out. I’ll sit outside and
keep an eye on them.” Craig tried to shift away when Tweek grabbed him tighter
and held him in place.
“You know, I’m beginning to think maybe being turned human wouldn't be so bad.”
He whispered.
“What makes you say that?” Craig asked and raised an eyebrow.
“You,” Tweek answered without thinking. Then he began to splutter. “I-I-I mean-
! I’ve had a lot of f-fun and-” He was squirming and Craig felt his face heat
up. He suddenly moved around and sat up with Tweek in his lap up by his knees
to give him space. He cupped Tweek’s face before he could figure out his
intentions and brought their faces so close their noses were touching. Tweek
stared wide-eyed and slack-jawed at Craig for a moment.
“I’m sooo happy you said that,” Craig said in a husky voice. His other hand
went to Tweek’s hip and he let Tweek have ample time to understand the
situation. He could feel Tweek’s warm breath on his face and he knew Tweek
could feel his. “I feel the same way. If you stayed I could take you on a date
for real fun.” Tweek stared at him for a while, judging his words.
“Craig- what about I.D. or school or -” Craig moved in closer and Tweek froze.
“What are you doing?” Tweek whispered.
“I was gonna kiss you, but I didn't want to freak you out, so I was giving you
time to back out,” Craig said simply. Tweek looked in his eyes for a solid
minute. He seemed to be looking straight into Craig’s soul. He wiggled in his
lap and suddenly they were closer, body to body.
“It’s you who should be backing out.” Tweek husked back. “I-I don't know if you
should be doing this… You’ll go to hell.” He placed his hands on Craig’s
shoulders and pressed his chest to Craig’s.
Craig bit his lip and moved his hand from Tweek’s face to his hair, “Last
chance, Tweek.” He could smell Tweek’s coffee on his skin and leaned a little
closer.
Tweek smirked and moved his head so his lips collided with Craig’s. As if he
was going to be dominated by a human. He registered the feeling of slightly
chapped lips and savored the feeling. His lips moved as if by instinct and he
poked his tongue out asking for Craig to open up. When Craig did so without
hesitation it sent a hot flash of possession to his crotch and he pressed
himself as close to Craig as possible. Craig’s mouth was cooler than his own
but just as wet and he loved the way Craig shuddered in his arms as his tongue
wiggled freely around his moist cave.
Craig pulled back first for breath, he was panting and Tweek relished in the
feeling of Craig’s arousal poking his thigh. He dove into Craig’s neck and
nipped at the flesh where neck and shoulder met. A mixture of sweetness and
sweat lingered in his mouth and he laved his tongue over the spot. Craig
grunted and Tweek pulled away.
Craig’s pupils were blown and he grabbed a fistful of Tweek’s hair to force
their lips together again. This time he seemed to dominate Tweek and stroked
every inch of his mouth with his wet muscle. Tweek groaned and let his hands
wander to Craig’s chest. He couldn't help but yelp when he felt Craig’s hand
wander to his ass and pinch it hard.
Everything was pure bliss in this moment. Craig pulled back again, this time to
pull Tweek’s shirt over his head. He shivered when he caught a predatory look
in Craig’s eye and took this moment to unfurl his wings. They instantly felt
better and he wrapped them around Craig as if to hide him from anyone who would
want to steal him.
Craig placed both hands on Tweek’s ass and pressed him down, grinding his hard-
on into Tweek’s. “Are your wings out?” He husked next to Tweek’s ear. Tweek
nodded and began nibbling Craig’s neck again. “Can I touch them?” He asked. “Or
would you prefer I touch your tail?”
Tweek’s eyes dilated to the point of being almost completely black. He growled
again and dug his nails into Craig’s back. Craig flinched but smirked as he
began ravishing the side of Tweek’s neck with sloppy tongue kisses. “If you
touch my tail, I won't be able to stop myself.” His voice sounded almost feral.
“Especially after last time. I’m still all pent up.”
“Let me help then,” Craig whispered into his skin. One hand left Tweek’s ass,
slowly he trailed his fingertips around the hem of Tweek’s pants to the front
of his pants. He slipped his hand inside and grabbed Tweek’s dick. He heard
Tweek gasp as he wrapped his fingers around his warm shaft. Tweek began making
a purring noise and Craig smirked.
“Fuck.” Tweek buried his head in the crook of Craig’s neck and bit down. He
began bucking his hips into Craig’s fist and his fingernails trailed perfect
tracks down Craig’s back, then down the back of his arms. Craig felt pride well
up in his chest for being able to make Tweek come so unhinged so fast.
“Do you want more?” He whispered cockily. He stopped stroking Tweek only long
enough to pull Tweek’s pants down to his knees. He quickly placed a finger into
his own mouth and drolled on it. Tweek, resumed his place at Craig’s neck and
urged Craig’s hand back to his swollen length. Craig took a hold of him but
didn't move his hand, instead, he used his fingertip to stroke the velvety skin
in a teasing manner. Tweek was pinching his nipples and Craig shivered fighting
to keep control. He swirled his tongue around his finger. Tweek whimpered and
Craig took his finger out of his mouth. Tweek reached his own hand down and
forced Craig’s hand to close on him. He began moving his hips trying to create
friction between the hand gripping him and his hard-on.
He pressed his finger to Tweek’s puckered hole and he pressed it in slowly.
Tweek bit hard enough to draw blood and hummed in bliss as Craig fingered him
and fisted his cock at the same time. “You taste like fucking candy.” Tweek
rasped before diving back for more. Craig hit his prostate and all of a sudden
Tweek lost control and pushed him onto his back. He detached from Craig’s neck
with some blood dripping down his lips and arched his back as he came in
Craig’s hand. Tweek’s wings popped out and brushed the sides of the tent, his
tail began twitching behind him. His head was thrown back in bliss.
Craig grit his teeth as hot cum hit his stomach, it was much hotter than his
own ever was, and it kind of stung. He waited for Tweek to regain his breath
before moving anything. First, his hand let go of Tweek’s length and then he
pulled his finger out of Tweek’s ass though he still cupped a smooth cheek in
his hand.
“Let me help you now,” Tweek whispered. Craig felt a shudder run through his
body and nodded. Tweek moved off his lap and pulled both their pants off. “Do
you want my mouth or my hand.”
“Fuck Tweek.” Craig threw his head back and held his neck where Tweek had
bitten him. “Whatever you want.” He closed his eyes and only had a second to
think that maybe giving the imp free reign was a bad idea before he felt
Tweek’s soft lips kissing his hip bones.
“I wonder if your cum tastes as sweet as your blood,” Tweek remarked before
diving in and licking Craig’s tip. Craig bit his lip and threaded his fingers
through Tweek’s soft spiky hair. He almost let out a moan when Tweek’s warm
mouth wrapped around his head.
There was a pause and Craig panted. He felt Tweek’s saliva sliding down his
length and shuddered.“Please, Tweek.” He whispered. That seemed to do it. Tweek
deep throated him in one go. He groaned through his nose in an attempt to quiet
himself. He didn't last long. Tweek worked him like a pro, tongue leaving hot
stripes over every side it laved, the hot mouth sucking him into the back of
Tweek’s throat, and his hand came up to stroke his balls. Craig was at Tweek’s
complete mercy and he showed none as he milked him.
When Craig finished Tweek made a show of not swallowing immediately, moving
until his was in Craig’s face, and then swallowing it all with an audible gulp.
“I stand corrected. It’s sweeter.” He whispered mischievously.
***** Chapter 8 *****
Craig didn’t remember falling asleep, but when he woke he was warm and still
naked. Tweek was curled up on his chest the blanket pulled over both of their
lower halves and his wings were in plain view. Craig closed his eyes, ready to
go back to sleep when the sudden thought of where they were hit him. His eyes
popped open wide and he bolted up into a sitting position. Tweek growled but he
ignored it.
He quickly wrapped both blankets around Tweek to hide his wings and tail. Tweek
peeked his eye open angrily and sat up with the blankets falling off his
shoulder slightly. “What?” He asked through grit teeth.
“Tweek, do you remember where we are?” Craig asked. He remained calm and pulled
a sharpie marker from Tweek’s backpack. When he turned back around Tweek had
pulled the blankets tighter to himself and was hiding in them. Craig created a
small opening in the makeshift cocoon and shoved the marker to Tweek through
it.
“I’m gonna get dressed and step outside to keep watch. Once you're done just
come out.” Craig said as he pulled on his boxers and then his pants. He tried
to wipe off the dried cum from his chest but it was crusted on and being
stubborn. Once he was done he went for the zippers and pulled them. There was a
small black padlock holding the two zippers together and he cursed. “Okay,
change of plans. We are locked in.”
Tweek opened the front of his cocoon and showed his chest. His hands were
shaking as he tried to steady himself. Craig took a quick look around the tent,
trying to make out shadows, but there were none. When he was mostly sure they
were alone he took the marker from Tweek. “Lay back and I’ll trace it for you.”
Tweek began making small noises and grunts as he twitched nervously. Craig
ignored him and traced the mark to the best of his abilities.
“What if someone is watching?” Tweek asked. The wings faded from sight. Craig
only noticed them because the blanket had gotten caught on the tips. Once Tweek
was sure they were gone he sat forward and grabbed the lock. “Dude, let me.”
Tweek grabbed the lock and it clicked open. Craig raised an eyebrow but didn't
question it.
“I’ll wait outside.” Craig said. He left the tent and looked around. Nobody was
awake and if they were in their tents. There was an odd feeling of being
watched again but he ignored it. For a while. The feeling made Craig extremely
uneasy and it wasn't made any better by the fact Tweek was taking so long. He
was beginning to panic and was constantly looking around the area. He had
spotted a small figure in all black poking out from behind the rock to the left
the clearing, he was about to approach when Tweek came out of the tent.
“Hey. What’s up, man? You look nervous. Is there a ghost out here?!” he asked
in a panic. Craig’s eyes drifted to where he had seen the figure but it was
gone.
“No.” Craig answered. He moved to where they had the fire the night before and
sat on their log. “It’s okay Tweek, let's just get a fire started and make some
food.” Tweek sat beside him and they made some sandwiches while they waited for
the others to wake up. They would go back into the church today and then
tomorrow would be his last day. Tweek had a choice to make. It was time to make
it or break it… He wondered if Craig would help either way.
“Hey, Craig… It’s getting close to make it or break it for me. Would you-”
“Yes, I’d miss you if you went back.” Craig said immediately.
Tweek smiled. That calmed him down some about what he was going to ask. He
sighed and leaned closer. “Not what I was gonna ask, but that is really good to
know.” Tweek smiled as Craig became red-faced. “I was gonna ask for your help,
now that I made my decision.”
“Sure.” Craig answered. “So what is your choice, you gonna stay or what?” Tweek
took his hand.
“Well, that depends on one thing. Are we… boyfriends?” Tweek asked. He was
twitching slightly again.
“I don't do that sort of thing with just anyone. Sure. When we get out of this
program we can go to my place and you can hold Stripe.” Craig answered. Tweek
smiled and stood.
“Well then, I’ll stay. I'm gonna need some identification papers and what not.
Do you know how to get them? I have a fake birth certificate, will that help?”
Tweek asked.
Craig thought about it for a second. “You still have powers right? Tonight we
can sneak into your parent's house and I'll use my phone to look it up.”
“Why do we need to-ngh- sneak into my house?” Tweek twitched.
“Because you didn't bring your birth certificate with you, and I think there's
something else you need. Social security card I think. Either way, it won't be
long.” Craig put his arm around Tweek. “Hey, so do you mind if the other guys
know you're my boyfriend?”
“Okay. And we can tell them.” Tweek leaned his head on Craig’s shoulder.
“Good, because with the way we were moaning last night they might already
know.” Craig chuckled as Tweek turned pink in the cheeks. “When do you think
they will wake up?” Tweek relaxed into Craig’s chest and was happy when his
twitching completely stopped.
“I don't know. I hope they don't wake up anytime soon.” Tweek answered. “This
is nice. I'm so relaxed I can just enjoy being here.” Craig smiled and nuzzled
his head again.
“Well before you get too comfy, it's time for some revenge on Cartman and
Marsh.” Craig stood and went back to their tent. Tweek sat curiously on the
log. Craig pulled out a spool of fishing line and zipped the tent closed. He
unspooled the fishing line around Cartman’s tent and then around some nearby
trees. He made sure to keep all the lines ankle height and spread out enough so
it was more like a series of traps. He was tempted to put a few lines in front
of Clyde’s tent, but he decided not to on account of them not being the ones
who messed with Tweek.
“So, what was all that for?” Tweek asked. Craig sat back down beside him and
they resumed their position with Craig’s arm around Tweek and Tweek’s head on
his shoulder. Craig’s hand reached down to Tweek’s belly and rested right above
his hip.
“You’ll see when the fatass wakes up. Hopefully, he does not tear it all down
in one go, I’d like to see Marsh trip too.” Craig squeezed Tweek’s tummy gently
and Tweek squirmed beside him.
“Ack- are you squeezing my fat?” Tweek twitched.
“There’s nothing wrong with a little tummy. I like it.” Craig remembered the
feel of Tweek’s supple ass in his hands and tried not to let it excite him.
Tweek squirmed when Craig squeezed again.
“Craig~ stop it.” He whined.
“Oh ho! What are you two doing?” Clyde called from the doorway of his tent.
Craig flipped him off with his free hand and his other hand went to Tweek’s
hip. “Token wake up! Look! Craig finally scored!” Clyde turned around with a
huge smile on his face and shook Token.
“What the hell are you asshole yelling about!?” Cartman yelled from within his
tent. There was a lot of movement and some annoyed grunts before it opened and
both Stan and Cartman stepped out.
“Craig scored!” Clyde yelled and he token both came out of their tent. Cartman
took a single step from his tent and tripped flat on his face. Tweek giggled,
but Craig kept a straight face. “Wow, nice moves lard ass.” Clyde laughed.
“Yeah Cartman, it takes skill to trip on flat surfaces.” Stan teased. He took a
few steps and tripped too.
“You too asshole.” Cartman sneered. Tweek was laughing out loud and the two
just kept tripping and trying to tease each other about it after each spill.
Eventually, Stan caught on and pulled on the string.
“Hey! Who wrapped fishing line around the place!?” He yelled. Cartman grabbed
some too and stood.
“It had to be Craig and Tweek! You assholes are just made you couldn't handle
our ghost story skills and tried to prank us back! Well, this means war! You
two are going down!” Cartman carefully moved to the log he sat on last night.
Tweek twitched and began shivering in Craig’s hold.
“Oh calm down Cartman. Craig and Tweek just hooked up! This is time for
celebration!” Clyde sat on his log from last night. “We should sneak out
tonight and go get some KFC!!!” Clyde fist pumped the air.
“Well, if we go to KFC, I suppose I can forgive this… Especially for the happy
couple!”
“Gee, who are ya guys talking about Eric?” Butters called from his tent. Craig
had honestly forgotten they were there.
“Craig and Tweek! They hooked up and Tweek is so calm he’s barely twitching!”
Clyde called. Craig rubbed Tweek’s side to keep him from twitching.
“Anyway!” Craig interrupted. “Will you all shut up? It’s too early to deal with
all of your shit!” He flipped them all off.
“Right!” Tweek spoke up to agree with Craig. “Let’s wake up Father Maxi and get
back to the church. I want some coffee.”
“Fine Twitchy Bitch. You wake up the bear!” Cartman sneered. “I ain’t waking
that piece of crap pastor for you.”
“I got it.” Craig said standing. So Craig went over and woke Father Maxi so
they could head back to the church.
***** Chapter 9 *****
Tweek was nervous. Well, nervous was an understatement. He was quaking with
anxiousness. They had all snuck out from the campsite and were currently in
KFC. Clyde and Cartman had ordered the food and Craig and Token paid for it.
Tweek was in a booth next to Craig while Butters and Kenny were across from
them. “Well, gee, don't you guys think this nice?” Butters asked.
“Y-yeah.” Tweek twitched. “But what if the Father notices we aren't there and
calls the police then we get busted for-”
“It’s fine. Father Maxi is a super heavy sleeper and even if he does wake up
Craig and I put padlocks on all the tents. He couldn't open them to check if he
wanted.” Kenny replied through his parka.
“Besides, Tweek, we are on a mission. After we get what we need to done, we can
go back.” Craig said quietly.
“Oh ho? What mission is this?” Kenny leaned across the table. “Are you two
going to have sex? Again!?” Tweek twitched and blushed at Kenny’s words.
“We didn't have sex, asshat.” Craig flipped him off. “And if we did, it’s not
your business!” There was emotion in Craig’s voice again and Kenny raised his
hands in mock surrender.
“Well, I think it’s s'well you finally found someone Craig,” Butters said.
“After all the girlfriends you had and broke up with, I had assumed you were
asexual.”
Craig shrugged. “It wasn't on my mind.” He said simply. Kenny was tempted to
say something but he chose to let it go. Craig would get pissed again. So they
ate in silence for the rest of the meal. Until a certain redhead showed up.
“Hey, Stan!” Kyle called. Craig stood up and took Tweek’s hand to pull him out
of the restaurant with him.
“Craig?” Tweek asked as they left.
“I can handle three of them. Putting those for assholes in one place though?
The world might end, and I would have to shoot sparks from my eyes to save it
again.” Craig began to slow down the farther they got from the group. “Your
house isn’t far right? Let’s grab your info and get back.” Craig held Tweek’s
hand as they walked down the street. It was darker than usual outside because
of the new moon. They walked in silence and Tweek’s head continued to turn in
every direction to try and watch everything. Craig stroked his thumb over
Tweek’s hand to calm him down.
They were about two houses away from Tweek’s house when they heard the
growling. Tweek twitched rather violently and turned around. On instinct, he
placed himself between Craig and the possible threat. A demon could handle a
lot of abuse, humans may as well have been made of glass bones and paper skin
compared to them. “I had hoped that the spies had lied, Tweek.” in front of
them stood Damien. He was wearing all black, and his hair was slicked back. “I
am surprised a simple human could turn you from your purpose, he must be a real
catch…”
“Ah!” Craig felt two sets of claws dig into his hips from behind. They were
digging through his jeans and into his skin. He grunts in pain as a sharp ended
tail wraps around his waist and constricted him. He tried to struggle as much
as he could. He hadn't even seen the demon move!
“Hands off Damien!” Tweek growled. Craig felt himself shaking. It was difficult
to believe Tweek could sound so animalistic. His eyes were glowing and he was
poised to strike.
“I'm just curious… he must be pretty amazing to make a scaredy cat like you
into a turncoat. I think I might take him for a spin since I AM your superior.”
Damien tore through the jeans on either side of Craig's hips and he decided
that was enough. He raised an elbow and aimed for the demon’s head. Damien
easily sidestepped the move and as soon as he was even slightly parted from
Craig a flash of green and yellow pushed him fully off.
Tweek stood with his wings fully extended to block Damien’s view of Craig and
his tail twisting angrily. He was growling and his nails were now claws. Craig
couldn't see everything, despite Tweek’s wings being invisible Tweek was still
in front of him, but he caught a look at Tweek’s face and was slightly grateful
for his lack of a view.
“I see! So he’s important enough to you for you to blindly attack… you realize
what you're throwing away right?!” Damien’s voice suddenly changed to something
much deeper. “If you insist on abandoning your mission the other demons will
never stop hounding you. They will come for you at all times and they will
torment you… and him. How would you like that? To see another demon raping him
and eating his soul?”
“Fuckoff!” Tweek yelled and dashed forward. His claws grazed Damien’s face and
the young Prince glared.
“You were warned. Next time, my father will be here and you'll be dead.” Damien
turned and opened a crack to hell at his feet. Tweek turned around and grabbed
Craig. He was subconsciously grateful for the dark because Tweek had taken off
and was flying with Craig in his arms.
He flew them into his house through the chimney. He still had his claws drawn
and his tail was twitching aggravatedly. His wings weren’t visible yet, but
Craig doubted they were withdrawn to his back. He shook his head and reminded
himself that this is Tweek and he just needs to calm down. So he tapped Tweek’s
shoulder. Tweek whipped around to him and grabbed his face in his claws. He
pressed a hasty and aggressive kiss to his lips. Craig groaned and allowed
Tweek to dominate him. His hands slid to Tweek’s waist and he held on. The
pressure would most certainly bruise his lips, and he had to try extremely hard
to not drop his pants right there in the Tweak’s living room.
Speaking of pants he felt like they were falling off. He broke the kiss and
moved his hands to pull his pants up. Then he felt the rips and remembered why
he had become aggressive in the first place. Tweek had begun kissing his neck
and Craig was trying hard to make the demon back off. “Tweek, wait-” He was cut
off when Tweek nipped his neck and he had to bite his lip to keep from moaning
out loud. His pants felt a little tighter as he felt himself get a little hard.
“Mine.” Tweek whispered into his skin. He went back to assaulting his neck with
kisses, teeth, and tongue. Craig was practically melting in his grip. He felt
like he couldn't breathe and Tweek wasn't letting up. He sucked harshly on
Craig’s neck, probably leaving more hickeys in his wake. Hands roamed his chest
under his shirt leaving trails of fire on his skin. “Mine.” Tweek growled again
as he found a nipple. He pinched it between his thumb and pointer finger and
began rolling them back and forth. Craig gasped.
“Tweek, please.” One of his hands went to Tweek’s head and attempted to pull
him off. His other hand was still trying to hold his pants on. “Tweek, we
can’t-” His body wasn't cooperating and neither was Tweek.
A growl stopped him from speaking any further. “Mine!” Tweek used one hand to
rip Craig’s sweatshirt open and he moved his mouth lower. His hand ventured
lower, softly rubbing against Craig’s smooth skin on it’s way to his pants.
“Mine.” Craig threw his head back when Tweek’s warm tongue laved over his pert
nipple.
“Tweek-”
“Mine.” Craig didn't know what else to do. Tweek was reaching into his pants
and if they wasted any time, there could be trouble. There was a quick thought
that maybe Tweek’s parents would catch them.
“Yours.” He whispered. Tweek paused his movements and pulled back. He didn't
move his hands but he allowed Craig space and it felt as if his breath was
returning to him. Tweek looked into Craig’s eyes with dilated pupils and
slightly glowing irises. He seemed to regard Craig with suspicion for what felt
like an eternity. So Craig whispered it again. “I’m all yours, Tweek.” He
grabbed Tweek’s hand that was above his pants and moved it to cup his face.
Tweek’s eyes stopped glowing and he withdrew from Craig. He looked down and
twitched. “S-s-s-” He sighed. “I’m sorry.” He reached up to grab his hair and
pull on it. He claws retracted and his tail fell back to his leg. “I-ngh- d-
didn't mean t-to-”
“It’s okay!” Craig took his hand as a silent apology for interrupting him. “You
just got a little worked up. It happens to everyone.” He hugged Tweek close,
accidentally bumping his wings. “Let’s do what we came here for and get back to
camp.”
“Y-yeah,” Tweek whispered. He led Craig upstairs to where his bedroom was. The
room was fairly barren, mostly because Tweek had originally planned on leaving
it, and it really only had a bed, a chest of drawers, and toy box. Tweek knelt
and pulled a safe out from under it. He was twitching again, like when he first
met Craig.
Craig wanted so desperately to take his hand and let him talk out his issues
but now wasn't the time. Later he could do that. Tweek produced a few pieces of
paper. The deed to the house, a birth certificate, the title to his family car,
it was all there except his social security card. His parents had jobs, and
therefore had their ID’s and money. Everything else was here so when Tweek left
he could just burn it.
“Let’s head back. I can use my phone on the way to order a replacement Social
Security card birth certificate with this info. Then it can be in the mail when
Satan shows up.” Craig whispered. “Everything else will be okay, right? It
isn't logical for Satan to tell you to burn them and then just do it himself
when he decides to leave you here.”
Tweek looked away and nodded. They stood and made their way, albeit slow and
cautiously, back to camp. Tweek was on constant alert for any demons coming
after them. Luckily they both got back with enough time to get a decent amount
of sleep.
***** End of Impish *****
Chapter Notes
     This may seem a little rushed but honestly, I REALLY NEED TO FINISH
     THIS BEFORE NEXT WEEK OR IT WILL NEVER BE DONE. This was my original
     idea to end it but I wanted to draw it out with more dialogue. I'm
     sorry.
“It’s almost time Craig.” Tweek said as he exhaled. He was trying to remain
calm. Craig was rubbing his shoulders, he had a cup of coffee in his hands, and
he was sitting in his assigned bed in the church. “If anything happens and I
end up somewhere else, I have your number, and address.”
“I doubt it will be that bad Tweek. Let’s just-” Craig stopped. In fact, it was
like everything stopped. No noise, no movements. Tweek gasped and jumped up
from the bed.
“Tweek!” A deep voice called. Tweek began rambling incoherently in response
until the deep voice spoke again. “Tweek, it is I. The Dark Prince. Leave the
holy ground and find me at the nearby lake.” Tweek ran out of the church as
fast as his legs would take him. He was twitching and tugging his hair the
whole way.
“Satan! I- I’m sorry please don't-”
“Silence!” Satan yelled. “You have succeeded in your mission to create
mischief. It is time to return to hell with me.”
“WHAT? I didn't -”
“You drugged a priest, used your magic to get your way, and then snuck out into
a public place when you were supposed to be under his watch. People saw that
Tweek. I am pleased and ready to take you home.” Satan said as he reached his
hand out. Tweek was tempted to reach for it. Everything would be okay! He
succeeded. He didn't need to-
The image of Craig’s face passed his mind and he drew back. “I-I... I want to…
Satan no offense- I-I … I want to-” Tweek got frustrated with himself for being
so scared. “I WANT TO STAY!”
Satan dropped the act. “Oh? Okay. Can I ask why?” He sat down on the bench and
gestured for Tweek to join him.
Tweek was taken off guard by this behavior and cautiously joined Satan on the
bench. He twitched and pulled his hair. “I- I just.. .really like…”
“Is it a boy?” Satan asked. “Tell me about him. Is he cute?” He propped his
head up on his hand.
“Ugh- Gack. His-his name is Craig. He’s got black hair and blue eyes and he’s -
he’s kind of nnngh… stoic but really ngh really sweet.” Tweek said softly.
“Craig huh? He sounds like a real hunk. Do you love him?” Satan looked at Tweek
in the eye as the twitches got worse. “Yeah. You love him. Well, does that mean
you'd like to be human?”
“Ngh- you’d do that?” Tweek asked.
“I know what it is like to be blindly in love….” Satan pulled out a picture of
someone and looked at them wistfully. Tweek continued to tug on his own hair
“But what about Damien and his friends!? They said they were gonna get us!”
Tweek yelled.
“Oh, Damien is just jealous. He’s got a type, blonde and short, kinda annoying…
you were his type but he’ll get over it. I can talk to him. Anyway, I better
turn you human and get out of here. Stand up and hold still.” Satan took Tweek
by his shoulders and mumbled some words before he let go and took his leave
through a giant flaming crack at his feet.
Tweek tingled even after Satan left. He watched as time resumed and he walked
back to the church. He was in utter disbelief and he felt for his horns, wings,
and tail… all were gone. When he got back Craig wasn’t in his room on his bed
where he left him. Tweek ran around looking for him and when he found him he
tackled Craig into a hug.
“So everything is alright?” Craig asked as warm arms encompassed Tweek. Tweek
answered by kissing him, not caring if anyone was looking.
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