Chapter 3
October 6, 2025 at 1:53 AM
When Eric woke up the next day, he couldn't move. Kenny was still buried deep inside him, sleeping with his arms and legs surrounding him. Holding him in place.
Upon the realization of his entrapment also came yesterday's memories. The torrent of emotions he wasn't used to experiencing overwhelmed him, and he had no choice but to close his eyes and bang his head against the pillow to control them.
He only remembered the details of the first time he and Kenny had sex, but he knew they had a few more rounds after that first one.
Flashes or Kenny rimming him, thrusting into him, making him beg while he was on all fours. Every time Kenny knotted him, he got exhausted, and his fatigue always made Kenny fall into a stupor from which he only came out when Eric woke up.
Considering how needy he felt, he imagined the desperation for sex wouldn't subside soon. But surprisingly, the pain and eagerness had now resided entirely. Unfortunately, that good news was immediately overshadowed by the realization that he was screwed—literally and figuratively.
His friends liked to say he was stupid—they were the idiots, not him—but even if he didn't pay attention in class, he sees the TV, and if there was something he knew without a doubt was that having sex while in heat and without protection would result in pregnancy.
He had no intention of having kids this young, but even if he wanted, he would never pick Kenny, of all people, to be the father of his offspring—unless he wanted to spend the rest of his days eating frozen waffles at breakfast and not being able to buy all the things he wanted. In that case, Kenny was his man.
“Hey, Kenny. Wake up.” He tried to get his friend off of him, but Kenny's answer to his movements was to squeeze him harder and move his hips forward to avoid slipping out of him. Eric felt sparkles of pleasure spreading through his body.
It seemed Kenny also loved the feeling because he repeated his hips' movement a few more times before waking up. “Are you feeling better?” asked Kenny, thrusting against him another time before letting him go.
Eric breathed slowly to stop himself from whining as he lost the fullness sensation. “Define better?” he asked as he turned to look at Kenny.
Eric was upset and had every intention of hitting Kenny, but seeing his friend naked, smiling, and looking at him with a warm glint in his eyes made him stop his movements.
“Are you still hurting?” Kenny read his intentions and dared to ask, more scared than doubtful.
“No. But that's not my issue now. You knotted me.” More than one time.
Kenny didn't know what to answer. During the frenzy of sex, he forgot he shouldn't knot Eric, and he only stopped his body when his instinct told him he should bite and claim his friend as his own.
Despite everything that had happened was their choice—or the choice of neither of them—it was clear Eric was going to blame him. There was no way Kenny could convince Eric that he had resisted as long as he could. Because in their situation—where Kenny wasn't in a rut while Eric was in heat—Kenny was expected to have a bit more control.
That felt unfair because Kenny really tried to resist and only lost against his instincts when Eric coaxed him. Also, he had other excuses, like how young he was, how unused he was to omega pheromones, and how he had never smelled heat before.
However, all that seemed unimportant, and being under Eric's gaze made him feel drained and, mostly, disappointed in himself. “I'm sorry,” he said looking at his hands.
Cartman saw all the emotions running through his friend's face and to avoid feeling empathy, he put distance between them and stood up. “I'm going to take a shower. Buy me a morning after pill.”
Kenny got up from the bed too and after deciding follow Eric's order, asked shyly while dressing. “Are you going to be fine while I'm away?”
“Yeah.” Eric tried not to look at his friend but ended up glancing in his direction.
He had never had any explicit sexual thoughts about Kenny before, but he did think his friend was attractive. If it wasn't for the obvious possibility of an unwanted pregnancy, he didn't really mind that his first time had been with Kenny.
“Either way, I'll try to come back quickly.” Kenny was already fully dressed, but his hair was still disheveled. Giving him a scruffy, yet sexy appearance. Especially for Eric, who knew that the reason behind his friend's look was because he pulled Kenny's hair while he was giving him a blowjob.
Kenny sighed while walking to the door. Aside from feeling like crap, he had no money on him to buy the morning after pill. He would have to get money from his savings at home, and this would be a serious blow to his already precarious economy. He was wondering how bad it would be to ask Eric for money, and he was summoning all his courage to do it, when he noticed Eric was staring at him.
His friend's eyes had no trace of anger, but desire, his cheeks were red, and Kenny felt a sudden urge to kiss him. He didn't act on his impulses though.
Eventually, Eric wrinkled his nose and gestured for him to leave. "What are you waiting for?"
"Uh—call me if you need anything." He walked awkwardly to the front door. Confused.
"Yeah, whatever. Get out of—here." Eric tried to keep indifferent, but his chest contracted when he saw Kenny was about to leave the house. "Kenny," he called out, not knowing what he wanted to say. "It felt good. Us, I mean—"
Upon hearing him, Kenny took a couple of seconds to understand his words, and when he did, he smiled, genuinely happy. "Good to know." After saying that, he got out of the house, and Eric was left looking at the door for a few seconds before going to take a shower.
Now that he was clean, he could feel that his whole house smelled like sex, Kenny, and him. When he finally looked at the clock, he realized that it was early in the morning, 6 a.m., and he was hungry and very thirsty.
However, he only drank water because nothing in the fridge seemed appetizing. Then he lay back on his bed. He was starting to feel uncomfortable, just like yesterday morning.
While he waited, he didn't stop obsessing over the idea that the morning after pill would fail. He envisioned one horrible scenario after another of him surrounded by children, begging for money on the street; like the homeless whom he didn't bother to look twice.
His clock said it had only been half an hour since he last looked at it.
Maybe his initial idea could still work. If he was giving off heat pheromones, it would be much easier for him to convince Tolkien to become his mate. He still had his doubts about whether sex was necessary for bonding, but Kyle had already convinced him that bonding required a certain level of intimacy that might as well be sex.
He was still planning to take the morning after pill, but if it failed, he could count on Tolkien. The idea seemed so brilliant to him and was so excited, that he called an Uber and left the house as fast as he could.
He wanted to catch up with Tolkien, before he went to school.
Some minutes later—when he got off the ride hailing for omegas that took him to Tolkien's farm—he felt his phone vibrate in his jacket pocket. It was Kenny, bombarding him with messages asking for his location and wanting to know if he was okay.
“m busy rn”
Answered before setting his phone in no disturbing mode. It was getting late, he had no time to deal with Kenny right now.
However, when he was about to get into Tolkien's driveway he heard Stan calling out to him.
"Cartman, what are you doing here?"
Stan had his backpack in his left hand, and his car keys in his right. His brow was furrowed, as if he knew exactly what Eric's intentions were and only asked because he didn't know what else to say.
Silence fell between them. Now that Eric could sense pheromones, he knew the atmosphere around Stan had suddenly turned cloudy and hostile.
That was Stan, Eric knew it was ridiculous to be afraid of someone like him. Still, he had no idea why he wanted to run away; and he was about to do it, when Stan dropped his backpack and used his newly freed hand to grab Eric's jacket's collar. Preventing him from getting away.
When Stan woke up that morning, he never imagined that he would be in his hall—prepping his backpack—when he'll perceive Cartman's scent outside. But, unlike yesterday, instead of avoiding him, he ran to his encounter, without thinking what he would do after meeting him.
As soon as he noticed Eric had his eyes glued to Tolkien's house, the same jealousy he felt yesterday flooded him. He knew he shouldn't be surprised, but he couldn't believe Cartman had actually dared to show up there. Looking for his neighbor.
“What are you doing here?” Stan asked again and now that he was close, he could also perceive Kenny's scent all over Cartman. No matter how hard Eric had tried to hide it with shampoo and soap, he smelled like sex.
Eric froze when he heard Stan growl. He could almost taste his friend's anger. “I—” Eric didn't understand why he was scared now. “I'm here to see you.”
Stan scoffed. “No, you don't. Don't lie to me. I can tell your bullshit miles away.” He took Cartman's hand and dragged him to his house. “I can smell your lies and Kenny's cum filling you.” Eric followed him, he had no strength to resist.
When they walked into Stan's living room, Sharon was in the hallway getting ready to leave. She gave Eric a short wave and then asked Stan what was he doing. He would be late for school.
"I forgot something." Stan answered as he continued to drag Eric into his room.
"I'm leaving now. Your dad and I are coming late today too, heat the dinner I left in the fridge when you come back from school."
Stan didn't answer, but he made sure to hear his mom leave the house before letting Eric go and starting yelling at him.
"I can't believe that after what Kyle told you! You still want to bond with Tolkien!"
“I didn't came here to—” Eric didn't know why he wanted to do anything to appease Stan.
“Bullshit!”
Eric flickered and took a step back. But at the same time his pride got hurt and that made him angry. He refused to be yelled by Stan. "What the fuck do you care what I do?!"
Stan clenched his fists and grunted again . "I honestly don't know. I don't know why I care about what a whore like you wants to do with his life."
“Don't call me whore you fucking idiot.”
“Then how should I call you? If you behave like one and smell like one. I'm only saying what I see.”
Their glaring contest was suddenly interrupted by Stan's phone ringing. He rejected the call without looking, but as soon as he did, his phone started ringing again. It was Kyle.
“Kyle, I don't have time now.” His friend tried to speak, but he cut him off. “Whatever it is, we'll talk later. I'm busy now.” He hung up, and took his friend from the arm to stop him from leaving. Eric had started to walk away when he saw Stan was distracted.
Cartman was used to be yelled and yell back to his friends, but Stan rarely assaulted him verbally. He always let Eric do whatever he wanted, and, if Stan disagreed, he just ignored Eric.
That's why Eric wasn't comfortable in the current situation. In Stan's room—in his territory—vulnerable because he had just come out of his heat, and was being mistreated by an alpha who his instincts told him was his friend and should take care of him.
“Fuck you!” He freed himself and made his way out of the room.
Stan didn't really know what he was expecting Cartman to say, or why he couldn't control his temper, but snapped out of his episode once he felt Cartman's scent turn sour and sad. The fat boy was fighting back, but his feelings were obviously hurt. He felt like shit upon realizing that, even if his friend was downright stupid, he had no place to manhandle him.
“Cartman. Don't go.” Stan followed him out of the room and caught up with him before he went down the stairs. "I'm sorry. I don't know what happened to me."
Cartman rolled his eyes and continued down the stairs. He was already in the living room when Stan spoke again.
"I'm an asshole, but it's because I'm feeling things I don't know how—I don't understand what's wrong with me.” Stan knew he was going to force his friend to stay if he reached the main door and doing that would lead them to a bad situation. The only option he had was to take a risk because he was not letting Eric go. Not when he looked sad, smelled so good, and had every intention of leaving to meet Tolkien.
“I'm not your fucking therapist.” Eric spat and Stan felt his face flush, but luckily his words got the job done. Eric was giving him all of his attention.
Stan took deep breath, it was now or never.
“About what you asked me yesterday." Stan felt his whole body hot. "I lied; the answer is yes. I want to— I think I like you. "
Eric got surprised. Of all the things he expected to hear, this was novelty. He wanted to ask so many things, maybe call bullshit, but Stan scent had gone from possessive and hostile to nervous and embarrassed so fast and so strong, that he was out of words. "Really?" was the only thing he could say.
Stan looked away. "Yes."
"Since when?" It felt nice hearing someone telling him he liked him, specially since, unlike Kenny, Stan wasn't in the aftermath of an orgasm. Still he was sure Stan wasn't being genuine because the confession came out of nowhere. Eric's heart was beating fast and he needed to make sure Stan was being true before he really thought about it.
Marsh waved his hands between exasperation and inability to understand why Cartman wanted to torture him by asking those questions. "I don't know. At some point."
After the incident at school, Stan went straight to his room. He had never been so grateful that his mom and dad were out of the house because he was doing a poor job keeping his smell of arousal under control.
He tried not to, but in the solitude of his room, it was easier for him to forget his embarrassment and touch himself thinking about the sweet omega scent Eric gave off or Eric's expression when Kyle cornered him.
Stan didn't want to put a name to his feelings beyond desire, and he had every intention of ignoring them for the rest of his existence if he hadn't found Cartman on his neighbor's doorstep. If he didn't feel Eric was slipping away and he will never have him if he let him go.
It was then when he had no other choice but to accept he was jealous because he liked Cartman.
Eric raised an eyebrow. Stan's answers were vague and unconvincing, which meant he was lying. However, ignoring all reason, Eric's treacherous heart got full of joy and that feeling traveled to his belly, making him feel a pleasant sensation that soon became similar to the start of a new heat wave.
He felt soaked between his legs. Of all the inopportune moments. Of course he was going to show heat symptoms again, in the middle of the Marshes living room.
Stan could feel the change in the environment and let himself be enveloped by the aroma of heat without even resisting. "You're in heat," he said after a couple of seconds of savoring Cartman's scent without the slightest bit of shame or self-awareness.
Eric whined. It was already late. Tolkien was in school by now and he only had two options. He could go back to his house, smelling like heat, or he could stay there with Stan, who smelled of freshly cut wood mixed with dirt, like a vacation in a cabin lost in the mountains.
“I am.” He said for the sake of doing it. Stan hadn't asked. Then he sat on the nearest couch, and started to feel the first pinpricks of pain in his abdomen; along with the emptiness. He hated the need that made him unable to think.
Stan knew heats were painful. So, he tried to control his instincts and stood next to his friend to ask him what he needed. They should act fast, before the heat scent became too strong and clouded booth's judgment. “Do you have your suppressants?”
Eric rolled his eyes. “No.”
Stan fidgeted before he started speaking fast. He was pretty nervous. “My mom, she doesn't need them anymore and Shelly moved away. Either way, I think you can't use suppressants that aren't specifically prescribed to you. What should I do? Do you need me to call—”
“Please don't say my mom.” Eric's annoyance made Stan shut up a moment.
“—I can heat some tea.” Stan offered as an alternative. “Shelly has one that helps her when she comes to visit. Her suppressants don't always help her stop all the pain.”
As he said that, he began to breathe slowly, trying to lessen the impact that Eric's pheromones had on him. Eric's heat scent had already taken over the living room and Stan will have to leave his house soon if he wanted to stay sane.
Stan was about to go to the kitchen—to make the tea he had offered—when Eric took him from the wrist. "I'm not going to beg for this again," declared and without giving Stan time to think, he pulled him and forced a kiss between them.
At first Stan was surprised, but having Eric so close and so willing, made him kiss back almost immediately.
Even if Eric had started contact with a sudden movement, the first few minutes they kissed shyly. But as Eric's heat increased, and his scent became more intense, both forgot all shyness and simply concentrated on touching each other and drowning in the pleasurable sensations.
When they broke the kiss, they didn't speak, both knew they would move back to Stan's room. Eric had clear he would calm down once Stan was inside him, and Stan felt as if he had been waiting for this moment his whole life.
“You smell so good.” Stan breathed his partner's intoxicating smell when he took off his jacket; and closed his bedroom's door. “Since when are you in heat?”
Eric felt all his body shudder, he could hear the arousal in Stan's voice. “Yesterday.”
They were taking their pants off when Stan spoke again. “Why did you look for Kenny?” It was obvious that his real question was why didn't you look for me.
"Kenny is my best friend." Eric shrugged and sat down on the bed. He planned to say only that, but when he saw Stan's lips tighten he kept talking. "But technically I didn't look for him. He was just there."
He was trying to give no importance to the night he spent having sex with Kenny because he could smell Stan's jealousy—even if it felt nice knowing he was desired so intensely, he didn't want to upset Stan. However, his words had the opposite effect.
“Like me now?" asked Stan. He hadn't forgotten he told Cartman he liked him and got no answer.
"Don't get all emo. Let's do this." Eric knew Stan was about to become an emotional bombshell, and he couldn't handle that. Not now, when he was in heat, could smell clearly Stan's every emotion and was unable to process many—he'll probably get a head ache if he tried.
Stan took a slow breath to calm himself down. To tell the truth, there weren't many things that will prevent him from fucking Cartman now. But he would have liked to feel less confused and loved back. Still, he could handle it. Eric's heat scent made him believe he could do it.
Then he placed a hand over his partner's chest and pushed him down to the bed.
“Are you mad?” Eric asked once his back was against the mattress. It worried him a little to see Stan all serious and focused. As an answer, Stan patted his head and shushed him.
Stan started slowly. He took the rest of Eric's clothes off carefully and kissed every part of his skin with affection and shyness. To some extent Eric missed hearing his voice, he almost wished Stan would whisper a mix of dirty and romantic words like Kenny had.
But as soon as Stan slid his hands over the exposed skin of his thighs, all he could think about was how good Stan's hands felt on him. An alpha was taking care of him, practically manipulating him, removing his underwear, and taking charge of the situation.
Stan's pillows and covers smelled like him and Eric was going crazy over that fact. This was substantially different to have sex in his own bed. Surrounded by Stan's scent he felt completely owned. A feeling that in any other circumstances would have made him uncomfortable, but now it only made him get even more wet.
Eric let out a moan as Stan's hand slid up and down his erection. It felt so good and the touch was so right that he came in minutes. Fast and hard.
The last lucid thought he had was how grateful he was that Stan had made up his mind quickly and started touching him before the pain and need became to much to handle.
Stan was marveled by the way Cartman's legs tremble and his back slightly arched before cumming. Eric let out moans so sexy, that Stan wanted to eat him whole. Keep him in his bed and never let him go. The idea of Eric letting anyone else to see him like this was infuriating. Remembering Cartman let Kenny see him and he planned to let Tolkien see him was infuriating.
He let out a soft growl that Eric didn't hear.
“If I hadn't found you. Would you really have let Tolkien touch you like this?” asked, forcing Eric to come back to reality. Again feeling overcome by jealousy.
Eric bit his lips and shook his head. Yeah, his intentions were to bond with Tolkien and have sex with him too—to protect himself from poverty—, but he really didn't envision himself cumming, sweating and trembling between his arms. He didn't think about the obvious outcome of his actions if he was successful in getting Tolkien's attention.
“Don't lie to me. You had Kenny's cum sliding out your little hole, but you still wanted Tolkien's dick.” As Stan said that he slid one finger inside him. No warning, and no previous caresses or tentative pressure.
The action surprised and hurt Eric, because Stan got inside him fast, and he was still raw by Kenny's fucking and knot; but at the same time his body offered less resistance for those same reasons.
“No,” answered, thinking a negative would make Stan treat him gently.
“You are a liar, everyone knows that.” Stan sucked his nipples. Not too hard but applied enough force so that the sensation was in the limit between of pleasant and painful; and then slid a new finger inside him. “The way you are sucking me in. Do you think you can still play the card of dumb virgin?”
Stan's movements inside Eric were careless. His fingers going inside and out, filling the room with squelching sounds. Cartman felt physically good, but still uncomfortable. Not being able to enjoy the sensation at its fullest.
“Even if you really didn't pay attention in class. By know you can't possibly believe bonding doesn't involve fucking.”
By hearing him, Eric finally realized why he was feeling wrong. It wasn't pain—his body was making a lot of slick, making easy for Stan to be as rough as he wanted without really hurting him—it was Stan's body language and voice tone. He was angry and that made Eric feel scared.
He squeezed his eyes, feeling the trails of tears escaping them. “I didn't know bonding was about sex. I swear.”
His trembling voice made Stan stop moving his fingers and finally look at him. "Eric?" when the aforementioned opened his eyes, he was met with the concerned gaze of his friend. "Was I —does it hurt?" asked, almost scared of the answer.
At that moment Eric realized Stan was being distant but never meant to hurt him. He was just "chatting" and being rough because he was trying not to be too emotional. Stan was hurting him because it was also the first time he was doing this and was going by instinct.
He should had kicked him, but instead he reassured him by caressing his hair. "I'm fine. Just—I'm not a Fleshlight. You know." He was teasing, but his voice tone was of endearment.
Stan's face become red and a gloomy aura surrounded him. Eric didn't know the exact thought that were running through his friend's head, but he freaked out when Stan started pulling his fingers out of him.
“Oh, no. Don't you dare!” Stan had assumed Eric didn't want to have sex anymore, and he was so overwhelmed by the idea that he was taken by surprise when Eric pulled him with both arms and legs. Capturing him to make sure he didn't get away.
“You want us to keep doing this?”
"Yes, please. Please fuck me. Don't go." Eric thought he wouldn't beg this time, but apparently, he had no choice. His friends were going to kill him.
After hearing him Stan realized that he really couldn't get out of there.
Stan's next moves were so slow and soft that felt like a pleasant torture for Eric, and he would have begged Stan to hurry if he wasn't afraid that his lover would feel insecure and abandon him.
A few minutes later, both of them had forgotten about the awkward moment and were once again lost in Eric's wave of heat. Stan was in heaven. Eric was supple under him, and it was bliss when he finally worked his way into his wet hole. He almost came on the spot, but since he didn't want to ruin it once again, he mustered all his willpower not to finish.
Eric felt Stan's flesh opening him, it seemed like there wasn't a part of him left that could stretch any further. Every time Stan moved in and out, the folds of his penis brushed against Eric's sensitive insides and he lost his mind. Eric came again, and Stan stopped his movements allowing him to enjoy the aftermath of the orgasm for a few seconds before resuming his thrusts.
They kept going. Eric could only think how much he liked and needed it. He raised his butt so that Stan could go as deep as possible and could also hear his agitated breathing and soft grunts that rose in intensity when the sway of Stan's hips also accelerated.
Those sounds, plus the one made by the skin of Stan's pelvis crashing against his buttocks, were so strong that for a moment Eric forgot who he was.
For Stan, Eric's seductive scent was acting like an aphrodisiac so he kept moving in and out of his friend, cumming inside him, over and over again, all morning and part of the afternoon.
Between each sex session they took time to rest. At first it was about 10 minutes, but as the rounds went by, Eric felt more and more tired and needed more time to recover, probably because he had been having sex non-stop for almost two days now. The downside to this was that, Stan wasn't as affected by Eric's exhaustion pheromones as Kenny, so he was ready for the next round faster than Eric.
It was four p.m. when the heat pheromones emitted by Eric resided in intensity and both were able to finally come back to themselves. They knew this was going to be their last round of sex, so every time Stan rammed into Eric, he tried to touch that spot that made his partner cry out with pleasure.
Stan was so mesmerized by his companion's moans that he had to bit into his arm to stop himself from mating him. Eric screamed as he came, panting as cum spilled out of him. Then Stan's knot locked them together and they could do nothing aside from looking at each other.
Being in each other arms made them feel complete.
Eric was about to fall asleep. When he decided to reach for his phone inside his jacket to check the time—he wanted to know how long he had been lost in the frenzy of heat—. He didn't expect his phone’s screen to show dozens of missed calls and messages from Kenny—and surprisingly, from Kyle. —He was about to read them when his phone started ringing. It was Kenny.
"What?" was the first thing he said when answering. He was so tired.
"Eric! Finally, are you okay? where are you?" Kenny's voice was concerned, making Eric finally realize that he had left home when he was supposed to wait for Kenny's return.
"I'm fine-"
"Where are you?" Kenny repeated.
"Are you in my house?" Eric didn't feel like explaining himself.
"I went to school; I thought you would be there by now. But you—"
"See you at my house." He looked at Stan and at the knot that held them together. "In an hour or so."
"Where are you?"
"See you at my house." Repeated and after saying that he hung up and yawned. "It was Kenny," he explained to Stan before laying his head back on the pillows. "Wake me up in an hour, will ya?"
.・゜゜・ .・゜゜・ .・゜゜・ .・゜゜・ .・゜゜・ .
Stan got into the ring with a racing pulse. The show's audience was big today, and he could almost feel the expectations everyone had of him. He had to make it perfect if he wanted him and his friends to perform on something other than the stage they had improvised in the park.
Eric and Kyle were already on stage, and although both were the protagonists of the moment, Eric was stealing the scene. With his tight shorts, his pink top, and blond hair wig. Stan had suggested him to wear tights, but Eric had preferred to wear long boots. The result was good. His character, Bad Irene, was certainly the most striking of the act.
Stan entered the scene with a dramatic scream, when Bad Irene was confessing to Juggernaut, she loved him and would leave Stan. As they had rehearsed, Stan began to claim that he had heard everything and asked Irene why she didn't want him anymore.
“I love you! You are the only woman I have ever loved. No one has ever made me feel like you. “
"I'm sorry, Stan the Man, I don't feel anything for you." Eric crossed his arms and turned his back on him. His gesture was accompanied by his blond hair waving in the air. Cartman was a born artist.
Stan begged her to look at him and recalled the many happy memories they had had together. He almost knelt while he asked Irene to remember the many times he had cared for her after her abortions. He gave her unconditional support because he loved her above all things and no one would ever love her like him.
“That is past. Now I only look to the future. My future with Juggernaut." Cartman moved away from Stan and hung on the arm of his new love played by Kyle.
Stan heard the exclamations of indignation from the spectators. At first some encouraged him to fight for Irene, while others told him that he should kick Juggernaut's ass, his supposed friend, for taking the love of his life.
But as the dialogue progressed, the public began to dislike Irene and chanted that he had to leave that bad woman. They even told him to forget her and hit her with a chair.
Everyone on stage looked at each other without knowing what to do. The audience was not supposed to take animosity towards Irene. She was the most popular character. The audience had to focus on the conflict between Stan The Man and Juggernaut.
The popularity of Irene, her only female character, was very important. They couldn't let the public turn against her for something unimportant.
Suddenly an idea struck Stan and he tugged on Eric's arm. He knew how to banish everyone's negative energy.
“Is this because I never mated you?” He asked to an Eric that quickly guessed his intentions.
"It doesn't matter anymore." Eric looked at Stan with sadly eyes. His long lashes covered his brown eyes, and Stan felt his face flush a little. His friend had some charm.
“You know I promised never to mate again, not since last time. You know how much my partner suffered when she thought I died in the war. She killed herself, and I couldn't even be here to bury her.“
“I understand why she thought living without you was unbearable. I felt like that for for a long time. I'm trying to move on. If you don't let me—do you want me to kill myself too?" Eric had tears in his eyes, and the audience gasped.
“Now I understand, Irene. Let me fix my mistake." Stan grabbed Eric by his shoulders. "I'll do anything. Anything so I don't lose you."
"Stan!" Eric was staring into his eyes and had used his real name, not his stage name. They were so close that it was easy to see Eric under makeup and tight clothing.
"Be mine," he asked, looking into his eyes, and the entire audience held their breath waiting for Irene's response. Stan swallowed, also nervous. They were acting; he had no idea why he felt this way.
When Eric finally said, "Yes, I want to be yours." The audience cheered but not for long because they expected to see more, and Stan wasn't sure what they wanted until someone screamed, he had to keep his promise and pre-bond with Irene now.
Stan looked Cartman in the eye. He was only going to fake a bond, noting relevant, but Stan felt this was important for some reason. He carefully pushed his friend's blonde hair back and exposed his neck.
Eric didn't resist, even when Stan dug his left hand into his shoulder and placed his right hand over his head.
Then, Stan–forgetting all the eyes were on him–bit Eric. He was going to apply only slight pressure, with all his teeth at once, but when he felt the soft flesh in his mouth, he couldn't help but sink his fangs into his friend's skin.
Cartman complained, but Stan was so lost in the sensation he didn't realize Eric was trying to push him away until Kyle hit him with a chair.
He fell to the ground and looked up at Kyle with wide eyes. The blow wasn't hard, but it was unexpected and hurt. Although, he didn't even have time to complain because Eric, in his role as Irene, came to his aid, and the battle started.
Once the show was over, and everyone was in the dressing room. Eric praised Stan's quick reaction and told everyone they should learn from him. Especially Tolkien, Butters, and Jimmy.
Stan was pleased with himself until Eric hit him with the elastic of his brassiere. "Ouch, why did you do that?" he complained.
"My neck still hurts." Eric stuck his tongue out.
Stan looked at the red mark on Cartman's neck and felt inexplicably proud.
"Why are you smiling?" Eric tried to hit him with the elastic again, but Stan managed to dodge him.
"You are also a great actor. The best of all of us."
Eric stopped his attack and blushed slightly. Stan never paid sincere compliments to him. Less about one of the things Eric was most passionate about: being on stage.
It made him happy that at least one of all his friends appreciated his efforts.
