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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Rape/Non-Con,
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      South_Park
  Relationship:
      Kenny_McCormick/Butters_Stotch, Kenny_McCormick/Craig_Tucker, Kyle
      Broflovski/Kenny_McCormick, Kyle_Broflovski/Stan_Marsh, Kyle_Broflovski/
      Eric_Cartman, Craig_Tucker/Tweek_Tweak, Kenny_McCormick/Craig_Tucker/
      Tweek_Tweak
  Character:
      Kenny_McCormick, Karen_McCormick, Butters_Stotch, Craig_Tucker, Tweek
      Tweak, Kyle_Broflovski, Stan_Marsh, Eric_Cartman, Ike_Broflovski, Token
      Black, Clyde_Donavan, Bebe_Stevens, Wendy_Testaburger, Heidi_Turner,
      Phillip_"Pip"_Pirrup_(South_Park), Damien_Thorn
  Additional Tags:
      This_is_going_to_get_fucked_up_fast, Decapitation, Rape/Non-con_Elements,
      Self-Harm, Mental_Breakdown, mental_health, Super_Human_Abilities, Kenny
      is_nuts, This_Au_is_really_messed_up_not_guna_lie_to_you, can't_even_tag
      everything_man, Cartman_is_a_sack_of_shit
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      Published: 2018-02-07 Updated: 2018-03-14 Chapters: 2/? Words: 3277
****** The Worthless Youth ******
by Connor_Murphys_Depression
Summary
     Mysterion, 9 tours overseas, a kill list that could give you
     nightmares and its said he's wanted in over 19 countries. He could
     kill a man with a sticky note. He's the most feared assassin in the
     world. And he's standing in your living room. Your name is Leopold
     Stotch and you just met your new body guard, your childhood friend
     Kenny McCormick
Notes
     TRIGGER WARNINGS: IN CASE YOU DID NOT LOOK, PLEASE READ THE ARCHIVE
     WARNINGS AS THIS ENTIRE FIC WILL BE HIGHLY INAPPROPRIATE AND
     EXTREMELY VIOLENT.
     THERE WILL BE DESCRIPTIONS OF GORE
     THERE WILL BE RAPE SCENES.
     THIS WILL BE AWFUL AND GRITTY, PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS IF IT WILL
     UPSET YOU. SOME CHAPTERS MIGHT MAKE YOU PHYSICALLY SICK.
     anyway, enjoy.
***** Episode One: Thrown To The Wolves *****
Leopold played with the keycard to his penthouse as he road up the elevator,
sighing softly. Ever since his father’s company had absorbed their competitor
the death threats had increased ten fold. They were getting worse every day, to
the point his security team had to check the car for a bomb before letting him
near it. Doors were opened before he reached them, his windows locked by a
lavish security system, bullet proof glass covering them just in case. He had
to watch his back every second.
 
Especially as his last head of security had turned out to be a dirty fucking
rat. He had tried to slit the blonde’s throat in the shower but Leo had been
ready. He’d seen that smile before and he’d brought the handgun his father
bought him in with him to the bathroom. He’d shot out the man’s kneecaps.
 
The blood had taken days to scrub out of the ivory floors. He was supposed to
meet his replacement later today in fact though his father had told him to
expect the guy to show early.
 
What he hadn’t expected was to be greeted by the sight of the man this early.
He cussed and stumbled into the room, blushing and stuttering “I’m sorry, crap
I was supposed to be here earlier I didn’t know what time you would be here an
um I’m sorry.  Uh do you want anything to dri-” He froze when the man turned
around, crystal eyes meeting those as deep as the ocean was blue. Blonde hair
fell into the face of the stranger as he spoke “You must be the one I’m
supposed to be protecting right? I’m your new guard, but I think you already
knew that.”
 
He stood there, mouth gaping as he stared at the tall blonde in front of him.
He’d recognise that grin anywhere, the kind that reached those ocean eyes and
wrinkled the bridge of his freckled nose.That unmistakably dangerous box smile
that could only belong to none other than Kenneth McCormick. His slender frame
was clad in a too small orange coat that he could have sworn used to be much
bigger on him and a lot less ragged. The frayed coat wasn’t nearly as shocking
as the violent scar wrapping around his throat  or the others sticking out from
under his collar.
 
A bandaged cheek and a black eye, bandaid stuck to his nose. He wore skin tight
jeans which were ripped at the knees and a bright shiny new pair of combat
boots. What confused him was that the jeans and shoes were Gucci, costing
thousands along with his earrings and gold chain. What the fuck? Kenny raised a
perfectly sculpted brow, as he watched Leo take him in like he was the fucking
antichrist or some shit. Head tilting to the side he waved a hand in front of
Leo’s face and snapped his fingers.
 
“Earth to Leo, come in major Butters” He smirked as the shorter looked up at
him. Not that he was that much shorter, only a few inches below Kenny but this
was a bit unsettling considering he was 5’11. After a moment of silence his
face broke out into a smile and he blushed, rubbing the back of his neck.
 
“Gee Ken, no one's called me that since middle school. Surprised ya remember
it” He gave a sheepish smile, red cheeked and looking up at Kenny still.
 
“Jesus- Save my soul you’re still as fucking sweet as ever aren’t you.”  Kenny
bit his lip and shoved his hands into his pockets as he watched the other man
closely, those dangerous blue eyes observing him from where he stood. His
posture was slipping a bit and he seemed to slouch to one side.
 
“ Look I know- you’ve got a lot of questions bu- oof fuck” Kenny was cut off as
Leopold jumped into his arms and he had to stumble back and brace himself on
the couch to prevent himself from launching over onto the hardwood floor.. He
chuckled and held the other up as he spun him around before setting him back on
the floor. Though he didn’t set him down without giving his as a curious grab.
 
“Someone’s fucking excited” He said softly though his eyes darkened as he
looked at his watch. Glancing out the window then back to the watch his picked
up his duffle bag “Time’s up. Lets go.” Kenny took the boy’s hand and started
to lead him towards the elevator. Well, that was until he saw the elevator sign
light up. He cussed and pulled the other boy against his chest, scooping him up
and jogging into the bedroom. Setting the other on the bed he shoved open the
window before grabbing rope from his bag and tying it to the corner of the
bedpost.
 
Leo was as confused as ever, sitting on his bed as he watched Kenny work “Ken?
What’s happening? I mean, I know ya said we don’t have time but where have you
been? I was so wo-” He was cut off by a hand over his mouth and Kenny’s dead
eyes. He put a finger to his own lips then tapped his ear as if to say  ‘shut
up and listen’. The elevator dinged as they listened and Kenny got to work,
tossing the rope out the window open before stripping off his coat and wrapping
it around the shorter’s shoulders. The sound of footsteps could be heard
outside the door.
 
Now that the coat was removed it revealed twin holsters on his abdomen, as well
as a bowie knife strapped to his thigh and brass knuckles hooked to a chain at
his waist. There was also what looked to be  a harness on him. Had he not just
watched him toss a 200 foot rope out a window  from the top floor of a the
building he might have been more confused.
 
 Kenny tugged on a pair of leather gloves, tossing his bag over his shoulder
and grabbed the younger “Let’s go.” The footsteps were getting closer, the
sound of heavy bodies and cocking of guns nearing ever closer. “ Oh and do me a
favor baby doll, don’t let go.” Before he could ask what Kenny mean he was
being tugged back towards the window, Kenny hooking himself to the rope and
climbing into the window sill with Leo cradled in his arms, held tight against
his chest.
 
He then pulled his pistol as the knob on the door turned. Keeping it trained on
the door he waited for it to open befor and shooting the man point blank before
holstering the gun and saluting the men behind the now dead body on the floor.
And just like that, they were plummeting out the window, Kenny’s palms burning
off even with the gloves as he gripped the rope. Then suddenly they jerked to a
halt, halfway down the side of the building. He gasped as Kenny braced his feet
on the window and upholstered his pistol and without hesitation he unloaded an
entire clip into it. When the glass between his spread thighs was out of the
way he swung them inside and unsheathed the blade on his thigh to cut the rope.
It seemed there was no time to unclip it.
 
Looking around he saw they were in what looked like a teen girl’s bedroom.
“Ken, what’s happening?? Who were those guys?” Kenny glanced over to him and
smirked ,” Sorry, no time for a Q an A Buttercup, time is short and Daddy has a
mojito waiting for him at the bar. I’ll explain later though, maybe. We’ll see
after I get wasted. That is unless Kyle asks me to join in with him and his
fuckwad of a boyfriend again~” The way the man spoke was so vulgar and
disgusting but his voice was a smooth whisky and those eyes had Leo so
enraptured the words only made him blush.
 
As suddenly as before he was lifted only this time tossed haphazardly over
Kenny’s shoulder. The tall blonde kicked through the door and out into an empty
living room before making his way out of the stranger’s apartment all together
and into a dimly lit hallway. Instead of the elevator he went to a service
staircase. Though they needed passcodes that seemed not to bother Kenny as he
put his fist to the box and the door swung open as the little box sizzled and
sparked pathetically.
 
As they made their way down the stairs at a frightening speed, Kenny hopping
the railing repeatedly like a madman. Butters had to wonder where the hell this
man got the energy to tow him and a bag that was at the very least 200 lbs
judging by the sound it made when he’d set it down and filled with weaponry as
well as a grown man. He was even more baffled when Kenny kicked in the door to
the lobby like some sort of super soldier. “ Sorry Buttercup, no time for
locks.” An employee started to freak out, yelling at Kenny about the door when
he waved them off with a grin and replied “Sorry but I gotta get this fine
piece of ass to safety. Put the bill on my tab baby~. Or I can come back and
suck you off for your troubles”
 
Before the red faced worker could reply he was out the front door and being
carried to a bright orange sports car. Could he have been more obvious? As if
reading his mind Kenny tossed him in the passenger seat and said with a shit
eating grin “Expect the unexpected sugar”  before shoving his keys in the
ignition and peeling out of the parking spot.  Leo was reeling as he sat there
“Jeez…. Where are we going Kenny? Who were those guys? How come you knew they
were coming?? And where have you been?? Your whole family just disappeared one
day, we all thought you died…. especially after they found your ma and pop in a
storm drain….”
 
A dark look crossed the man’s face as he white knuckled the steering wheel and
dropped gears, foot to the floor,”Don’t ask me that yet, told ya already. Gotta
get me wasted first. Too sober to tell that story anyway…” His voice cracked a
bit “But a for where we’re going, it’s a safe place to fuel up and rest until I
can contact your dad and black box your ass. ‘Only thing that'll keep you safe
really is staying with me 24/7 but I don’t have the time for that. Anyway baby
we’ll be there soon just get some shut eye. The drive is about an hour out.”
 
Leo could hear the pain in his voice and frowned, looking to the floor as he
said ,” Ah gee Ken, ‘m sorry for askin ya that. We can talk a little more later
okay... “ He then heard the other’s suggestion of sleep and nodded. It sounded
good after the morning he had. So he leaned back in his seat and let his eyes
drift closed. Like that he was out like a light.
***** Animal Instinct *****
Chapter Summary
     Introducing: Token, Stan and our lovely red headed club owner, Kyle.
     A big thanks to my new Beta potatoequeenlexi.tumblr.com, without whom
     this chapter wouldn't have happened
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
By the time they pulled up outside the club, the sky had grown dark and the
heavy thrum of the bass could be heard coming from inside the club. Sky blue
eyes scanned their surroundings before reaching over to coax a groggy Leopold
Stotch from sleep. He chuckled softly under his breath as he watched those
ocean eyes open up, irritation apparent. There was the son of a fortune 500
company, with a thick look of pure disgust until his hazy mind realised it was
in fact Kenny waking him up and that hadn’t been a shitty dream. “Rise and
shine babe, ready to go and meet your host?” He raised a brow and smirked
wider.
 
Leo gave him a look of disdained and sighed softly “Shucks, I suppose so Ken.
Let’s go” Long arms stretched above his head, his back giving a sickening crack
as he did. Twisting his head to the side gave an equal, if not more disturbing,
crunch. With that they were standing, Kenny already bent over in the trunk
rummaging through to get what he needed.
Slinging his duffle bag around his shoulder he stood, ignoring its weight, as
he took Leo’s hand and walked across the street. Being Kenny, he hadn’t
bothered to check for cars. They almost ended up as roadkill, as a car’s tires
came screeching to a halt. From behind the wheel there was the voice of an
enraged, yet creative ginger ,”MCCORMICK YOU BOOT LICKING SHIT STAIN GET OUT OF
THE FUCKING ROAD ‘FOR I TURN YOU INTO A SKIDMARK”
 
Laughter erupted from the blonde as a blushing Leo dragged him to the other
side of the road and smacked his shoulder. Kenny called after the panicked red
head “Love you to Broflovski!” But all that could be seen from inside the car
was Kyle’s middle finger behind the glass, and a pair of rage filled green
eyes. “Comon B, let’s get inside ‘fore he actually gets out and kills me.”
Kenny strode up to the bouncer and flicked open an ID card. It only took a few
seconds before the guy’s eyebrows shot up and he stumbled to get the rope out
of the way. And then they were in the thick of it, bodies grinding all around
them, the stench of sexual tension heavy in the air. There were couples in
different states of undress all around them, some of which were actually just
straight up fucking each other. It was like a massive orgy under the strobe
lights of the dimly lit club with a heavy bass pounding through  their bodies.
 
Kenny elbowed his way through the crowd, ignoring the hands passing over every
curve of his body. His jeans started growing tighter as some of those hands
started sliding places they didn’t belong. Namely square between his thighs.
Looking back to check on Leo he realised that the hands had all but avoided the
shorter blonde.Perhaps it was just that he was new.
Or maybe it was the dangerously dominant look hiding in the eyes of the sharply
dressed male. He was willing to bet it was the later. But before he could
mention anything his waist was grabbed and a hand slipped down between his
legs, a smooth voice in his ear. The stench of whiskey strong as he heard that
southern drawl come out ,” Oh Ken baby, did you bring a new play thing?”
 
The orange clad male sighed and smirked, tilting his head back and nipping at
him “Down boy, this is my client Marsh. You might know him, Leopold Stotch.”
Stan’s hands left his hips and an arm wrapped around his shoulders “Well shit
Mccormick, didn’t know we were gunna be getting a celeb in here. Would have
reserved the VIP booth.” He grinned and Kenny had to laugh. The ‘VIP’ booth was
always taken reservation or not, especially on the weekend. He punched the
ebony haired male in the arm and sighed “You cunt, is Kyle back yet? I saw him
pulling in but couldn’t tell if he’d just come back or was heading off.”
 
The lanky male hummed, leaning heavily on Kenny due to the alcohol filling his
veins “Brovlofski? Hmmm you know, I can’t quite recall. Maybe uh… some payment
could jog my memory~?” Kenny was about to answer when suddenly there was an
annoyed sigh and a 100 dollar bill was placed in Stan’s hand. Ice cold blue
eyes stared dead at him as he said ,” That should be enough right?” His voice
was low and dangerous, daring Stan to make a remark towards him.
Kenny could almost hear the cogs grinding to a halt in Stan’s brain as he
stared at the cash in his hands. Eyes wide he swallowed and shoved the cash
into his jean pocket, cheeks burning as he turned on his heel mumbling a quick
“Follow me.” before he was guiding them towards the office.
 
Kenny couldn’t hold back his snicker, and tried to cover it up with a cough.
Unfortunately he was practically cackling behind his arm at Stan’s
embarrassment. He followed him up the dimly lit staircase behind the bar and up
to a door with a keypad attached. When had they upgraded their security? He
watched Stan punch in what looked like a 20 digit passcode. Leave it to
Brovlofski to be so crazy paranoid. Suddenly the door was swinging open and an
imposing figure stood in the doorway, gold laden fingers and a cane in his
right hand.
The figure gave a wide grin, arms opening as he said “Ken, cheri how long has
it been? “ Before those arms were wrapped around his waist. Seems holding him
like a princess at a ball was the theme of the night. He scoffed and grinned,
patting the shoulders of one Mr. Token Black. “Mon cheri, you know I adore you
but I’m a busy man~. Though it has been too long, been missing your favorite
white boy?” He flirted unabashed as he batted his lashes.
 
“Of course I did, who else can I ask to swallow everything petit garçon?” Kenny
snickered and rolled his eyes “Whatever babe, we have a date with the devil to
get to. Is Brovlofski in his hobbit hole?” Token clapped a hand on his shoulder
and grinned “Yes of course, right this way. Token lead them to another sturdy
looking door, knocking he opened it
 
“ Monsieur Brovlofski, you have guests” Token announced before stepping inside
and out of the way. The tiny office was well lit and...coozy to say the least.
Books lined one wall, and assorted trinkets, the other. Pictures of happy
customers and friends linded the desk.
 
“About fucking time you got your ass in here McCormick.” came a familiarly
anger voice. “Who’s this? A new toy you wanted to show off?” Butters was
getting real sick of this treatment, but he stayed silent, only a seething
glare reflected his thoughts. Kenny gave a small life an a smirk as he draped
his arm over Leo’s shoulder, earning a glare of his own.  
“This is my client, Butters, we need a safe spot an-” his explanation was cut
off by lewd singing of big booty bitches. Kenny quickly picks up his phone.
“Craig can this-” A deep muffled voice interrupted him, growling into the
speaker like he wanted to yell but had to whisper. Butters couldn't make out
what they were saying but the look on Kenny’s face turned sour, brows knitting
together in an unabashed irritation.

“Yeah, yeah no I will be right there. Yeah just try and stall. I wouldn’t have
hired you if I didn’t  think you could handle this Craigory.” with that Kenny
hung up, his face still showing his full irritation. He looked up masking it
morph into a wolfish grin.

“Duty Calls, is it alright if Buttercup stays here..” Kenny said the last part
more then he asked, but the redhead nodded anyway, though hospitality be damned
Kyle shoot Leopold a razor wire glare. Kenny gave a dashing grin before turning
to Leo and putting a hand on his shoulder.

“It's safe here I swear, just uh- don't let Stan in your pants, god knows what
he's got down there this time.” Kenny turned and left as Stan cursed him out.
Leo was not ready to be left alone with strangers that smelled of wolves, but
he trusted Kenny…. Even if he was bat shit insane.
Chapter End Notes
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