A Troubled Raccoon [Kyman]

The 'S' Word

(MILD SMUT WARNING)

Superheroes flock to the unconscious raccoon
masked hero, snickers emit from some as they look at the huge bruise Kyle managed. "Damn it." Toolshed pinched his nose, "Someone help me get this asshole to his room."  Mosquito buzzes in laughter and walks over to help lift the bigger boy up. Kyle already fled up the stairs, presumably in a fit and went to calm himself down outside.

Kyle yanked the hood of his suit down as he located a free bench, unleashing his wild flame curls. The blush dressed his cheeks like wine, either out of embarrassment or lust, he didn't really know. That idiotic knot-head! Kyle fumed, he didn't want to be grabbed by a bigoted fat-head, or grabbed in general.
The small fair-skinned boy leaned against the bench armrest, setting aside the kite attached to his back.

He squeezed his eyes shut, thinking of his scent. When he leaned close to Cartman to determine his second-gender, the scent occasionally sent a wave of fierce alcoholic honey that was similar to a bottle of Jack Daniels. His anger scent sent pleasurable shivers down his spine, so when Cartman turned to face the scared ginger he immediately sat down.
The second time Kyle got a whiff of Cartman's scent was when he grabbed him, a sweet endearing cherry-tinted honey that lulled him despite this, his fury persisted.

Kyle put a hand over his hip, noting how Cartman's metal claws dug into his skin.  "Damn. Am I a masochist or what?" He muttered as he brushed his thumb repeatedly over the violated skin that threatened to bleed. He didn't really mean to knock the guy out, he was just shocked, his knuckles ached from the impact. He couldn't really waltz back into his basement after doing that, so he returned home to get a change of clothes so he could fetch an apology gift.

After speeding through his house and giving half-hearted greetings to his mom, he comes out with a well fitting maroon turtleneck sweater and some light blue denim jeans, opting for no hat this time.

Kyle ambles down his street, looking for the local KFC. He was a good enough friend to Cartman to remember exactly what he likes, some nice Colorado chicken and a can of double mountain dew. He located and entered the restaurant, swiftly ordering a bucket of chicken and gravy as he fumbled around the cooler for the double dew.

Kyle gripped the can and retreated to one of the walls as he waited for his order, with his free hand he combed through his hair.
Cartman has been awful nice to him, besides their typical bicker and spats. He's been doing random acts of kindness, Kyle supposed it's about time he repaid him.
A ring snaps him out of his thoughts, he goes over to retrieve the food and swiftly walks out to head back preparing himself to confront a furious Eric Cartman.

Kyle approached Cartman's door, knocking on it firmly as he waited for Mrs. Liane to answer.
With a bag of food in hand, the door swung open with an endearing coo.
"Oh! Why if it isn't little Broflovski? My dear Eric's upstairs taking a nap. His friends said he fell down."

Kyle chuckled guiltily, "I know, I just want to give him something." he enters and begins ascending the stairs when Mrs. Liane adds: "My boy is lucky to have a good kid like you in his life. You make him really happy, you know?"
Kyle freezes, Really? I just knocked him out! He wanted to say, but didn't want to ruin her perspective of him.
"Thanks." He climbed the remainder of the stairs and approached his frenemies door, nudging it with his shoulder.

An ice pack was attached to the unconscious boy, accompanied with a bruise underneath. He cringed, and came closer to the sleeping brunette, his thin hair gently splayed over his pillows. A sleeping beauty Kyle didn't really want to wake, but he shook him gently anyways.
"...Ay, cut it out jew." Cartmans voice was a faint whisper as his eyes fluttered open, "Jew?" His voice with much more volume than previously, slowly waking him up. "I have chicken." Kyle picked up the bag to present as a peace offering to the half-awake tween.

"Sweet. You should knock me out more often." Cartman looked at the bag to see KFC within. Kyles eyebrow twitched, "S..Sorry Cartman." Kyle looked away in embarrassment. Here he was, feeling guilty for the enemy who torments him on a daily basis.

Cartman frowned, "Look at me." his hand cupped Kyles chin, forcing Kyles eyes to meet his. "You don't have to use the 'S' word with me." Cartman stated dangerously low. Holy shit. Kyle shuddered, "Stop that.." Cartman's eyes thinned, his metal claws were still attached, grazing against Kyles cheek. "Can't use that one either."
The gingers face was as red as wine at this point, he grabbed Cartman's hand, pulling it off of his face into a handhold, "Was that your form of an apology?" Cartman squeezed Kyles hand before letting it go, only to reach into the bag for the soda can. Taking a sip of it, he spoke. "Sorry, I just like playing around with you, jew." Cartman's voice was a whisper now, Kyle acknowledged it probably must've taken him some courage to apologize.

"It's whatever, dude." After Kyle fully recovered from Cartman's tease through sharing KFC, he asked something dangerous. Something he knows he'd regret. "Hey, can you scent me first? After the party?" Cartman eyes widened, nearly choking on his drink. He made a swift recovery and set the can down, "You're seriously?"

Kyle hesitated, but nodded. "..So bold." Cartman coughed under his breath, the red-head's eyebrow twitched in irritation. Cartman was the one who went around grabbing willy-nilly! "Okay, but— "

Cartman paused, a devilish smile crossed his face. "A lot of our dearest friends don't know how to scent, why don't we show them when we start our 'friend pack'?" He cooed with a mischievous tone,

"Asshole!" Kyle growled, but he really wanted to experience that cherry-honey scent in its full hypnotic power.

"Don't break my balls here, Kahl." Cartman said, much to Kyles annoyance. "You're a dick, you know that?" Kyle suddenly felt like Cartman deserved to get knocked out. "I take that as a yes?" The large brunette laughed lightly.

The ginger was mulling over it, but the joyful laugh from Cartman, a treat for most, was directed at him. It made him nod with a bit more vigor than he planned on having.

A/N: Wow! What a great audience! Hope everyone enjoyed the light teasing, I'd like to reinforce that at this stage they aren't in love and are experiencing confusing feelings. However, there is undeniably something forming in sexual terms. Thanks for reading!! 💚❤️💚❤️
CHAPTER ART: @Deergal22