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The thing about having two rival groups of superheroes in a small town like South Park was that there wasn’t enough crime for both to solve. That mixed with the fact that they were basically in a cold war, made it irrelevant if it was a big problem or not. Each group would always send a guy to take a look at it, as if every time they performed a good deed, they’d win points for their stupid game.
This time, it was no different. Another irrelevant little conflict caused by Professor Chaos just outside the U-Stor-It was notified on both bases’ computers, and even though no one gave a fuck, both Coon & Friends and Freedom Pals sent their least busy hero to take a look. They’d punch the Professor a bit, deal with the mess, and be back in 20, as usual.
Wonder Tweek and Super Craig weren’t happy to see each other approaching the building, but they didn’t say anything. What did surprise them, though, was Professor Chaos actually winning the fight this time. Neither hero knew how it happened–apparently Butters invented a bunch of new gadgets that overpowered both Tweek’s storms and Craig’s punches.
Now they were trapped inside a little cage like two feral animals. Professor Chaos had said something about revenge and being an outcast before leaving, but neither of them had been listening. No, they were too busy giving each other death glares and trying to break free to give one single fuck about Butters.
While Wonder Tweek was pacing around the small containment, looking for openings to set himself free, Super Craig was leaning on the wall, pulling on the chains attached to his wrists above his head, trying to break them with brutal force. His super strength wasn’t working; apparently Chaos had enough money to buy fucking invincible metal , which was way too strong for him to break.
He banged his head against the wall with a sigh and looked at Tweek, deciding to take out his frustration on his rival. “How do you feel, knowing that your powers are so dumb that Chaos didn’t even bother to restrain you?”
“Fuck you!” Tweek spat, stopping in his tracks and looking at Craig with nothing but anger. “At least I’m not standing in the corner with my arms up like an idiot! Nngh.”
“The reason why I’m restrained and you aren’t is he knows I’m powerful enough to break free. Look at you, you’re walking around with nothing stopping you from using your powers because they can’t do shit to help us,” Craig argued, shaking his chains to enforce his point. He knew he was being mean, but he was pissed, so in his head he had the right. He also had nothing to accomplish by being an asshole, except for the possibility that Tweek would aggressively fuck him against the wall, and that would be a great way to pass the time while waiting for rescue. That’s what he’d been thinking about before he got dressed, actually.
“Shut the fuck up! I will strike your fucking balls with lighting and I’m not fucking bluffing! Gah! If your powers are so great, why don’t you break free from the cuffs, asshole? Nngh, if you can’t break metal then how useful are you, really?” Tweek yelled. He was getting angrier, and Craig could tell by the frequency of his tics and the size of the growing dark cloud floating over his messy blond hair.
Super Craig stayed silent for a few moments, staring at the man in front of him. He knew damn well that Tweek wasn’t bluffing. He’d seen him do that before, and it wasn’t pretty. He wasn’t satisfied though. Craig clicked his tongue and looked around, thinking about his next dickish comment. There was nothing out of the ordinary, just the bars of the cell, a few hamsters dressed in aluminum foil inside their little cage and a camera pointing right at them.
“More useful than you, that’s for sure. You’re a mediocre superhero and an even worse boyfriend.”
“I knew it!” While Tweek yelled, his cloud thundered. “I knew you were being a dick to me because you’re still pissed I broke up with you! It’s been months and you’re still not over me? Gah! That's fucking sad.”
“Uh.” Craig blinked, caught off guard. Tweek was right, but there was no way he was going to tell him that. “Of course not. You can fuck Mysterion all you want, I don’t care. It’s not gonna make you a better superhero though. You’re just his bitch.”
In a blink of an eye, Craig found himself being pushed against the wall by a very pissed Wonder Tweek. The man’s dark rubber glove roughly held his chin down, forcing Super Craig to look directly at his eyes while Tweek frowned at him. His cloud thundered again, accompanied by a few raindrops.
Tweek kept eye contact for a few moments, before he moved his head closer to Craig’s ear and whispered, “I’ll fucking show you who the bitch is, since you missed me so much,” before pulling his hair and attacking his neck with cold kisses. Tweek could control the temperature of his breath, and so, his kisses; when he made them cold, it felt like ice against hot skin. Craig couldn’t push him away even if he wanted to, since his hands were still restrained. All he could do was sigh in defeat and feel the goosebumps rising all over his body with each little bite on his jaw.
“W-what about the camera?” Super Craig whispered.
“There’s a camera!?” Tweek’s demeanor suddenly changed, the pitch of his voice rising at least two octaves. He pulled away from Craig’s neck and looked over his shoulder. He bit his lip pensively and turned back to the man in front of him. “Well, uh… I guess we can beat the shit out of Butters and tell him I’ll fry his nuts if he doesn’t delete the footage. Yeah. I’ll fry his nuts. But right now I’m too busy making you my bitch!”
Craig nodded and bit back a smile, wishing he could use his hands to pull Tweek in for a kiss. Tweek had other plans, though, because he was once again pressing his lips against Craig’s neck, and lowering his hands to his crotch.
Tweek palmed him through his pants, kissing him briefly then biting his lower lip, and as much as Craig tried, Tweek wouldn’t deepen the kiss. “You were saying I’m useless but as soon as I kiss you, you get hard. Pathetic,” he mumbled against Craig’s lips, undoing his zipper. “I’m gonna show you who’s the bitch, Super Dick.”
Craig pulled on his chains, groaning with Tweek’s touches. As much as his face was bright red and his cock hard as a rock, he still had some fight in him. Tweek’s cloud had stopped drizzling and he didn’t want him to be any calmer while doing this.
“That was lame.”
Tweek thundered and roughly grabbed Craig’s face once again, pushing his head against the wall. “Shut. The fuck. Up. Stop talking,” he said firmly before removing Super Craig’s pants with ease. As soon as those were off along with his underwear, Tweek flipped him over, making his arms cross uncomfortably above his head, as he was facing the wall.
The brick wall was cold against Craig’s cheek, and the sudden chilly breeze on his cock made him shiver. Tweek was right–he was the bitch–but he was never going to say it out loud. He shut his eyes and gasped when he felt those rough gloves slowly crawl up his leg as Tweek got on his knees and ice-kissed the back of his thighs. He squirmed, but the grip on his legs tightened.
“I’m gonna fuck you so good, you’ll never call me useless again, you fucking dick,” Tweek said as he pushed Craig’s legs apart, dragging his lips further up, kissing his ass cheeks but always avoiding his hole. Craig flinched, sensitive to the icy touches against his skin.
“Fuck! Tweek, babe, could you quit it with the fucking iceplay? You’re gonna freeze my asshole, dude,” he gasped. Tweek looked up at him and rolled his eyes, but didn’t say anything in return. He took off his gloves and without a warning, pressed the tip of his index finger to Craig’s hole, furrowing his brow right away at what he found.
“The fuck?” Tweek said, getting up and shoving his whole finger in one swift movement, earning a gasp from Craig. “You’re already lubed up? What the hell, man–you planned this?”
“Uhh…” Craig was too busy squeezing Tweek’s finger to answer. He looked shyly at Tweek over his shoulder, panting heavily, and hoped he’d drop the subject.
“Jesus, man, you’re such a whore,” Tweek muttered before pulling his finger out and undoing his pants. He pulled his cock out and spit on it for good measure, using his hand to spread the saliva on it with a little groan. He looked at Craig and bit his lip. For someone who liked to act all tough, he sure was a slut. “You look so good with your hands cuffed like that.”
Craig moaned in response, spreading his legs a bit further. He was pretty sure he’d end up with bruises on his wrists, considering how hard he was pulling his hands, but he didn’t care. Tweek positioned himself, holding onto Craig’s hips and slightly rubbing the tip of his cock on his entrance, but not pushing it in yet. He coldly licked the back of the other’s neck, smiling to himself as Craig shivered and made impatient noises.
Both heroes moaned from the feeling as Tweek pushed himself all the way in without warning. It wasn’t a very comfortable position for Craig, trying to arch his back while his arms were restrained above his head. It wasn’t the ideal position, but when Tweek squeezed his hips as he pulled out and slammed his cock back in, Craig suddenly forgot about the bruises forming on his wrists.
Tweek kept his pace constant, hard and slow. He still hadn't decided if he wanted to edge Craig or rail him, but either way, he was determined to make him apologize for his asshole comments.
“You still think I’m a bitch, Craig?” he asked, punctuating each word with a harsh thrust. The cloud above his head was making both of them wet with droplets of rain.
“Y- shit, yes!” It was hard to understand what Craig was actually saying with his face pressed between the wall and his arms. Tweek knew he did it to hide his face and muffle his voice, and that pissed him off.
The cloud thundered again and Tweek grabbed a handful of Craig’s hair after snatching his hat off and throwing it across the cell. He forced Craig’s head against the wall, making his red face completely visible.
“What the fuck did you say?” Tweek’s thrusts grew erratic as he was trying to focus on a number of things at once, but the intensity didn’t change.
“You’re a bitch,” Craig whispered breathlessly after a few moments of trying to hold back his moans. He loved teasing Tweek like this. He wasn’t the type of guy to communicate his needs in bed, so pissing Tweek off enough to make him treat him roughly was in his nature. And it had been way too long, so he wanted it good .
Tweek reacted just the way he’d expected, the cloud now fully storming, making both the heroes soaking wet. He released Craig’s hair abruptly, and slid his ungloved hand underneath his shirt. Craig could feel the electricity sparkle and squirmed. He knew what was coming, and his hands were still tied, so there was no way to stop it, and he wanted this, anyway.
Tweek’s free hand moved to squeeze Craig’s hip, as he prepared to sync the movement of his hips with what he was about to do. It was a task to handle his powers while fucking someone but he could menage. He pinched one of Craig’s nipples and pulled almost all the way out. The moment he snapped his cock back in, he let a reasonable amount of electricity shoot from his fingers.
“Fuck!” Craig shouted with the stimulation. He didn’t get his nipples electrocuted often, especially not at the same time his prostate got hit dead-on. He suddenly didn’t have any other asshole remarks to make.
Tweek kept it going, his pace consistent but the shock waves not so much, they were random since they demanded concentration. Craig was always caught by surprise though, which provoked loud curses and throaty moans, as he felt his orgasm approaching.
“Fuck, babe! I’m gonna cum,” he got out between gasps, wrists starting to bleed at this point.
“No, you’re fucking not. Not until you say you’re a bitch,” Tweek answered, slowing his movements. He’d decided to edge Craig, even if he was close himself.
Craig groaned with disappointment, trying to move his hips to get a bit of that friction back. Tweek had him completely pressed between the wall and his cock though, and his hands weren’t getting out of those cuffs easily so he had no success. He had to find another way to cum, since he refused to say those words.
“No,” he said, trying to move his hips again, but Tweek’s hands stopped him, so he decided to just squeeze him instead. It didn’t do much for him but it might make Tweek move.
“I’m not gonna let you cum until you say it!” Tweek said, groaning.
“I’m not saying it.”
Tweek thundered again before shocking Craig’s nipple again. Hard. Craig yelled partly from the shock and partly because he wasn’t expecting it, but kept his mouth shut out of stubborn pride. He felt Tweek’s hand leave his hip and slowly make its way towards his cock. The energy emanating from it was tangible. Tweek was getting ready for another discharge.
“What, uh, what are you doing?” Craig asked nervously, goosebumps forming on his arms. He was wet, uncomfortably sandwiched between a cell wall and a rival superhero with his arms cuffed above his head and a whole cock inside his ass, about to get his dick electrocuted. Not everyone’s dream fuck, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t extremely aroused by that.
Tweek didn’t answer at first, he just silently wrapped his fingers around Craig’s cock. He had to concentrate to make sure he released the right amount of energy on the other. As much as he wanted to, he wouldn’t hurt Craig like that. It was more of a scare than anything, not enough to fry his junk.
“I wanna hear you say it,” he whispered right behind Craig’s ear before releasing the energy from his hand. Super Craig let out a yell when he felt it. It didn’t hurt exactly, but it was a sensitive part of his body to be electrocuted. He took deep breaths, not knowing how the hell he would reply to that, especially considering he almost came.
“Are you gonna say it, Craig?” Tweek pushed, his hand still in place. There was something about his voice that was sending shivers down Craig’s spine. He only talked like that when he was either pissed or about to cum, and right now it was probably both.
“I- no,” Craig gasped, shutting his eyes and preparing for what was about to come. And once again, he felt it. The electricity compressing around him before it burst through his sensitive skin and spread through his body made him scream once again. His thoughts were completely blank as he felt himself getting closer and closer. “I’m a bitch,” he whispered, barely audible, before releasing all over the wall.
Tweek took his hand off Craig’s cock, satisfied. He began aggressively fucking into the other hero, reaching his own climax deep inside him. They both stayed like that for a few moments, catching their breaths. Then the elementalist pulled out, taking a step back and admiring his work. He wasn’t actually planning on creampieing Super Craig, but good god, the view was amazing.
Craig was feeling dizzy, soaking wet with his face red against the wall, his arms crossed above his head and jizz running down his thigh. He sighed and turned around, starting to fully feel the pain in his wrists. And his neck. And his ass. He was pretty happy, though.
“You know, I wasn’t expecting you to actually say it,” Tweek started, sitting down against the cell bars, facing the other. He was wiping the droplets of water dripping on his face from his hair, the cloud completely gone.
“Me neither, honestly,” Craig said, looking down at himself. “Hey, uh, could you pull my pants up?”
“Yeah! My bad, sorry!” Tweek apologized, shooting back up and fulfilling the request. Just as he buttoned Craig’s pants they heard the noise of a door opening. Their eyes shot up, expecting to see Chaos back. Instead, Mysterion’s face shyly appeared through the gap.
“Are you guys done fucking?” he said as he strode into the room, since yes, they were done and clothed.
“What the fuck? Where’s Butters?” Tweek yelled.
“Inside a cage somewhere. Cartman said he’d ‘deal with him’? I’m not really sure what that means. He’s been there for a while,” Mosquito replied as he entered the room as well, looking around the place.
“The hell are you two doing here?” Craig finally asked, visibly confused and a little embarrassed. He obviously knew they were there to rescue them, but they were oddly… casual about it. Especially Mysterion, who was always focused on his missions and took them very seriously.
Kenny took a keychain out of his utility belt and jiggled it on Craig’s eye level before using a specific key he found way too easily to open the cage.
“Taking you both out of horny jail, duh.” Clyde said nonchalantly while he fiddled with the camera, smiling at Craig
“What do you mean with horny jail?!” Tweek contested, raising his voice.
“Did the metal work, Super Craig? You didn’t break off so I’m assuming it did.” Kenny ignored Tweek as he released Craig’s wrists from the cuffs.
Craig stared at him dumbfounded, caressing his bruised wrists. “Okay, what is going on? You guys knew about this? Why did you cuff me?!” he said, raising the tone of his voice. Tweek piped up in agreement; he wanted to know too.
“So, basically we put you guys here because no one wanted to deal with you two being pissed at each other anymore,” Clyde explained.
“Yeah, and Tweek, I really like messing around with you, but I have lots of things to focus on and… you know. We can keep doing it, just not as much.” Kenny looked at Tweek, apologetic. Tweek furrowed his brows and crossed his arms, looking away from Mysterion. “Whatever,” he muttered.
“There’s no fucking way. Why the fuck did you–who came up with this?!” Craig demanded.
“The Coon,” Kenny answered.
“He set up the camera, too.” Clyde added as he left the room. “Said amateur gay porn is worth a lot on the internet,”
“Are you guys actually getting out or are you gonna stay in here all day? We’ll explain things better once we’re in our bases,” Mysterion said, impatient.
Craig and Tweek exchanged glances. Craig nodded, and the elementalist snatched the camera and with a rush of electricity, burned the inside of it to ensure the footage was destroyed. They both followed the other heros and left the room, planning Cartman’s murder in their heads.