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Title: Mad Season 8/?
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Matt Stone/Eric Stough
Word Count: 4,973
Summary: Matt and Eric. Falling in love, breaking up, and coming back together when Eric realizes he's contracted HIV from another man. Your typical tragic love story as only these two can do it.
Warnings: BDSM, HIV-positive character, and eventual character death. Oh, and...yes, I'm warning for this: het.
Disclaimer: Matt Stone and Eric Stough own themselves. I'm certainly not saying this happened or ever would in real life except for the part where I have video of them both kissing boys, but whatever: semantics. I make no money off of this and write it simply for my own sick pleasure.
Thank You: To [ profile] dancinbutterfly for keeping me up to insane hours to write this even when sleep calls my name. ♥

"I can not believe I'm holding a check for—" Matt shakes his head. "This is a fucking joke. This has to be a joke, Trey."

"It's not," Trey says, though he sounds unsure, too. "Dude, maybe now you can buy your own fucking car."

Matt shrugs. "Shit. This is just...god damn it, Trey. I mean...this isn't real."

"It is," Trey says, pulling the car to a stop outside of his apartment building. "Now get in there and celebrate with Eric. And by, 'celebrate,' I mean, 'have lots of kinky sex,' okay?"

"Yeah," Matt says vaguely, holding the check in front of his face as he makes his way inside the building and up to his apartment.

Once he's inside, he can't even really bring himself to speak so he hands Eric the check and drops down onto the couch.

"Matt? Are you oka—holy fuck."

Matt nods.

"This is...this is a joke."

"That's what I said," Matt answers. "But no one is laughing."

Eric gives a weak chuckle. "This is...this is more than my parents have made in their entire life, probably."

"Mine, too."

"Wow. What are you going to do with it?"

"I don't know. Maybe buy a car."

"You can afford like...a million cars with this, if you want."

"It's not that much."

"You know what I mean."

"I don't know. Maybe...maybe a house?"

Eric frowns. "You're moving out?"


"You're moving out of the apartment?"

"Maybe. If we get a house."

"But...but I like living with you."

"I like living with you, too," Matt says in confusion.

"Then why are you moving out?"

"I'm not. We are."

"Huh? I thought you said you were buying a house."

"Yeah, for the two of us."

"Matt, I can't afford to buy a house right now. I don't make as much as you do."


"So...I can't do that."

"I know. I'm buying it. You're going to live in it with me."

"I can't do that."

"Why not?"

"Because I can't pay my half," Eric says.

"So? What are you talking about halves? Eric...this isn't..." he waves a hand vaguely. "We...we're partners."

"Right. And partners share things equally. Including the cost of housing."

"No they don't. My mom was a stay-at-home-mom my entire life. She didn't pay for half our house."

"I'm not a woman," Eric huffs.

"I didn't say that you were, puppy. I just meant that...when two people know, committed like we's not like this is my money and that's yours. It's this is ours and we're going to buy a house together with it."


"Eric...I want to do this for you. For us. I want us to have a home with a big backyard that Richie can run around in. Families have homes and that's what we are, right?"

"Yeah, but—"

"But nothing. I'm buying us a house and we're both going to live in it."

Eric sighs. He looks like he wants to say no again, but he nods. "Okay."

"Good," Matt says, and holds out his hand. Eric takes it and Matt uses it to pull him down onto his lap, holding him there as he kisses him.

"Let me up," Eric laughs. "Come on. I'm not a little kid and you're not my daddy."

"I hope daddies don't do this to their kids," Matt teases, but lets Eric move off his lap to sit down beside him. They sit in silence for a moment before Matt clears his throat and says, "So. Um. Speaking of kids. And daddies. How many rooms should we get? So that I know what to tell the realtor when I call tomorrow."


"The house. How many rooms should we get? We need to think about that now so that we don't have to sell and buy a new one in a few years."

"Why would we need to sell and buy a new one?"

"Kids," Matt answers.

Eric frowns. "Matt...we can't have kids."

"Yes, we can. We can adopt or do artificial insemination or—"

"Matt, we don't know if I'm going to make it to next year, much less if I'm going to be around long enough to raise a kid."

"Eric, don't talk like that."

"I'm being realistic."

"Doctor Bright hasn't even started you on anti-virals yet."

"Doesn't mean—"

"Eric...just...answer me this. Forget the HIV. Do you want children?"

Eric sighs. "Yes."

"Do you want them with me?"


"Okay, then. We need three or four bedrooms, then."


"No, Eric. I told you from day one. We're not going to let HIV run our lives. You have it, so okay, I get that, but we're not letting it make all our decisions for us. So if you want kids and I want kids, then someday we're going to have some and that means we need a big house."

"You're being forceful tonight."

Matt sighs and runs his fingers through Eric's hair. "I'm sorry, puppy. I just...I know what I want. And I want it bad enough to fight for it, you know? And besides, we're not talking right this second. I just...I love you and I want to give you the things you deserve. A home and a family."

Eric sighs and leans against Matt's chest. "It still scares me sometimes that you and me are serious enough to be talking about this."

"Our three year anniversary is in three months. What'd you expect?"

"I don't know. I like it, but it''s scary."

Matt pets his hair and wraps him up in his arms until Eric's back on his lap again and he's holding him tight.

"Puppy...I don't know if I'm ready to have kids yet. It could be years before I get ready for that. But I'm ready to buy a house with you, so let's take it one step at a time, all right? We'll buy the house and see how we do raising Richie, and if there comes a time where we're both ready for it, then we'll see what our options are to having a baby. But one step at a time, Eric. All right?"

Eric nods. "That's good. I can handle steps."

Matt kisses him gently. "Good. Want to go practice the baby-making thing?"

Eric laughs. "That's a horrifying word for it. But all right."

Matt grins and carries him off to their bedroom, ready to practice Eric's brains out.


Matt leans back in his chair and lets his head hit the wall. "Tell me we don't have to watch this entire thing again," he groans.

"Sorry," Trey says. "Trust me, I don't want to see it again, either."

"I'm getting so sick of hearing your voices," Eric teases.

"Oh, like yours is better," Trey huffs.

"I have a good voice," Eric says defensively. "Don't I, baby?"

"Sure," Matt says. "Heavenly. Can we get this the fuck over with now? I want to go home."

Trey hits play and the movie begins with Stan singing the opening number, and the three of them let out a collective groan.

"Why don't I stop talking?" Trey asks. "Stop, damn me!"

"Yeah, really," Eric agrees.

"Oh, please. You do better," Trey says, then in a voice clearly meant to be Eric's, he adds, "Hey, fellas! I'm Butters."

"Shut up," Eric says.

"Yeah," Matt agrees out of loyalty more than actual conviction. "Don't make fun of Eric."

"You just can't stand the fact that it was a spot-on impersonation," Trey says.

"No, it wasn't," Matt says. "This is closer. 'Hey, fellas! I'm Butters.'"

Trey stares at him in awe and even Eric looks impressed.

"That's...pretty close, actually."

"Yeah, but—"

"But nothing. That's a good voice for the show."

"It's lame," Matt says, then flicks his eyes back to the screen. The boys are watching as Terrance and Phillip sing "Uncle Fucka" and he groans, already tired of the entire movie before it even premiers.

"It's not lame," Eric encourages. "You should do it. At least I know you're not making fun of me like Trey would."

"Oh, fuck you," Trey says.

"Have Toddy fuck you," Eric counters, and Matt smirks with pride when Trey blushes.

"Shut up," he says.

"Oh, come on," Matt says. "He was just teasing. Besides, it's funny."

"No, it's not. It's not funny and I didn't tell you guys about it so that you could rip on me for it."

"You knew we were going to," Matt answers. "I mean, come on. You're not that stupid."


"You two aren't watching the movie," Eric puts in. "Which is the entire purpose of us still being here."

Matt groans and they make it through the movie. It's almost done but it still needs work and they only have two weeks left before it premiers.

They still don't get home until after three A.M., and then have to be back at work by nine to do the show. Matt's all but forgotten about it when Trey hands him a piece of script and says, "Read that in the Butters voice."


"Just let me hear it."

Matt obliges and stares at Trey in confusion. "And the point of that was...?"

"You know that kid with the blond hair and the turquoise outfit?"

"Swanson? Yeah."

"I just re-named him Butters. That's his voice."

"Dude, no. I'm not ripping on Eric every week. I kind of need him to like me, you know. What with the whole dating him thing."

"He thought you did it well."

"Yeah, but—"

"Nothing. Just chill, okay? Practice the voice. We have a premier to go to in two weeks and I want to finish another episode before then so we can just do the last three and get the fuck out of here."

"You really want that vacation, don't you?"

"Hell yeah, man. We're getting out until October. I'm taking Toddy to Italy. Why? Are you not going anywhere?"

"Dude, I have to house hunt. We've been talking about it for an entire year and haven't had the chance to find a place because we've been working so much on the movie."

" long could that take? Vacation afterwards. You deserve a vacation, Matt. So does Eric. You two need to get out of L.A. for awhile. I mean, I know all the good doctors are here, but all the smog and the stress...that can't be good for either one of you."

"I'll think about it," Matt sighs. "Look, can we get back to work now? The sooner all this is done, the sooner we get our break."


By the time the premier rolls around, Matt is ready to vomit if he has to see the film again. Still, he has to do the red carpet thing anyway, so the studio rents a limo for the four of them and he, Eric, Trey, and Toddy all climb out of it on the night of the premier and start the walk up the long carpet.

Trey is pressed against his right side and Eric is on the other side, holding his hand. It's warm and comforting to be between his two favorite people in the world and it helps him to not sound nervous as they stop to talk to reporters.

He's more than prepared to talk about the long, torturous process of making the movie, but everyone keeps asking about his personal life. Who is this man holding your hand? Are you really gay or was that just a stunt? Seriously, who is this guy holding your hand?

By the time they make it halfway up the carpet, he's ready to just bail, but Eric's jaw is set and he seems determined that they can make it through this with their sanity and dignity intact.

They bump into Mary Kay and Isaac halfway up the carpet and stop to say hello to them. Trey poses for a picture with Mary Kay while cameras flash in Matt and Eric's general direction. He winces at the flashes of blinding light, and finally they make it into the theatre and the four of them sneak up to the room with the projector to hide out until they can make their on time and fashionable exits.

"That was..." Trey says as he sighs and leans against the door.

"Horrifying?" Matt suggests.

"I liked it," Toddy says. "All those people wanting to ask us questions..."

"Yeah," Eric grumbles, hopping up on the counter and loosening his tie. "At least they cared about what you had to say. I mean, honestly. I'm the animation director. Someone should want to ask me something. But no, it's just, 'Hey, Matt. Who's the fag hanging off your arm?' I mean, honestly. It's just insulting."

"Aww," Matt says, moving between Eric's legs and resting his hands on his waist. "Puppy...don't be mad."

"Is it just me or did things just get uncomfortable?" Trey asks the room in general.

"Just you," Toddy says idly. "I think it's sweet."

"I'm not mad," Eric says, kicking his legs back and forth agitatedly on either side of Matt. "It's just rude, is all. Like, I get the fascination and all, but I worked on the damn movie. I'm not just your trophy wife you brought to the premier to look pretty."

"Not a very good trophy wife, if that's your job," Trey mutters, and Toddy elbows him in the ribs.

"Shut up," she says. "I totally get how he feels. I mean, I know I wasn't an animation director or anything, just the production studio coordinator and Winona Ryder, but seriously. All people asked me was how long I'd been with Trey and who I was wearing. Ugh."

"At least I didn't get that last one," Eric says. "Seriously. What is their deal? It would've been okay if they'd at least cared what I did on the movie, but—"

"I care," Matt says. "We all care. Fuck the press, puppy."

Eric wraps his arms around Matt and buries his face against his chest. "I hate that you're famous. It was cool at first, but this? This sucks."

"You did good, though," Matt promises him. "You handled it like a pro."

"You're just saying that to cheer me up."

"Is it working?"

"A little bit, yeah."

Matt hears a rhythmic tapping sound behind him and he glances over his shoulder to see what it is.

Toddy has taken to tapping her foot and staring at Trey impatiently, but he doesn't seem to get what she wants, so she finally says, "Well?"

"'Well,' what?"

"Aren't you going to tell me I handled it well, too?"


She sighs. "What I wouldn't give for a gay man who slept with women. Seriously. Eric doesn't have to beg for compliments."

Matt laughs. "Trey writes musicals, hangs out with the two of us day in and day out, and he takes it up the ass. What more do you want?"

She frowns in thought, then says, "Fair enough."

"What?" Trey asks. "I'm not gay."

"Of course you're not," Toddy says. "You're a gay man who sleeps with women, just like I was talking about. I don't know what I was thinking when I said that. Sorry."

"I hate you all," Trey announces and sits down in the far corner.

"Aw, Trey," Toddy says, kneeling down beside him. "Don't be mad. I said I was sorry."

He huffs, then slowly his frown slides off his face and is replaced by a small smile. "I'm totally straight, you know. I'll prove it to you right here, right now if you don't believe me."

"Please don't," Matt says. "We can all agree to take Trey's word for it, can't we?"

"That option's got my vote," Eric agrees.

"I dunno..." Toddy teases. "Maybe we could benefit from a demonstration."

"I swear to God, Trey takes his dick out and mine comes out, too," Matt says.

"You don't want to see what he'll do with it," Eric says warningly.

"Oh, all right. Ruin our fun," Toddy says, laughing.

Matt rolls his eyes. "So what are we going to do for an hour?"

"My vote is still on proving my heterosexuality," Trey says. "I can close my eyes if you two start going at it."

"No!" they all three chime in at once.

They end up sitting on the floor playing something like Truth or Dare, though they don't call it that because they're nearing thirty and there's a limit to their immaturity.

"My turn," Toddy says gleefully after she's answered a question about her first kiss. "Eric?"

"I'll take a question," he says.

"All right," she says thoughtfully. "Um...when did you lose your virginity and to whom?"

"Well...define virginity. Are you talking like..." he makes a crude gesture, "or like...blow jobs or..."

She thinks about it for a moment, then says, "First time you were naked and sexual."

Eric thinks about it and stares down at his hands. "Okay, but...but Trey—I was never supposed to tell this, Dave."

"Goodman? Dave Goodman, my best friend from elementary to high school?"

"Yeah. It was just the once in junior high, but...but I blew him and...and I think that counts."

"You blew Dave? God, Eric."

"What? It was eighth grade and you were having that sleepover at your house, remember? And everyone else was asleep, so—"

"You did it in my bedroom?"

"Well, yeah, but—"

"Have you fucked all my best friends? What about Bill, my G.I. Joe action figure? He was my best friend until kindergarten. Did you sleep with him, too?"

"Um. No. I never hooked up with your doll."

"He wasn't a doll, he was an action figure! And you've fucked all the rest of them."

"I never fucked Dave. He's straight, anyway. It was one blow job and he didn't even do anything to me."

Trey crosses his arms across his chest. "It's still not right."

"Aww," Toddy teases, clearly trying to lighten the mood. "Someone's jealous."

"I am not jealous!" Trey insists. "I'm straight, god damn it. I don't care who Eric fucks."

"Clearly you do, honey," she says, softer now. "But I wasn't saying—"

"Yes, you were. You were and I'm just mad because they both lied to me about it for ten years."

"It wasn't your business," Eric says.

"Whatever," Trey says, not looking at him.

"Hey, come on," Matt says. "Like you said. It was ten years ago. Who cares?"

"Not me," Trey says. "Not at all. Fuck whoever you want. See if I care."

"We didn't fuck!" Eric shouts.

Matt catches Toddy's eye across the room and they both give each other our silly boys looks.

But it's not yet another one of their stupid childhood spats this time and they both seem pretty pissed at each other as they make their way back down the red carpet after the movie is over and to the after-party Comedy Central decided to hold for them.

Fortunately, it's easy to separate from Toddy and Trey once they get there and they spend most of the party drinking and talking to the Hollywood losers who managed to show up.

But there's still the ride back home to deal with, so once more they end up in the limo, only this time they're all drunk and, Matt assumes, horny, because whenever he catches a glimpse of Toddy and Trey, they're making out wildly on the other side of the car, while Eric has straddled his lap and is grinding against him whispering filthy things in his ear.

"Mmm," Eric moans against him. "Baby, you feel so good. Wanna take you home and fuck you against the railing on the balcony. Wanna wake up the neighbors. Wanna feel you tight around me, whimpering for me. Wanna—"

"Eric, shh. Trey and Toddy will hear."

"Don't care," Eric says. He trails open-mouthed kisses down Matt's jaw line until their lips meet and kisses him hungrily. Matt has no idea what the hell he drank, but he vows to find out because fuck.

"Eric—" he manages to say, but Eric kisses him again.

"Yeah, say my name, bitch. You my bitch, Matt?"

"Yeah, sure, just—wait 'til we get home, puppy."

"Now," Eric insists. "Can't wait."

"Yeah, you can, Eric. Please?"

"Can't," Eric says, almost a whine. "Please, baby? Need to fuck you."

"There's not even room back here," Matt murmurs. "Just wait and we can do it when we get home."

But Eric doesn't listen. He fumbles with Matt's pants and maneuvers them until Matt's on his back on the seat and Eric is pulling a condom and a small tube of lube out of his pocket.

"Come on," Matt says, glancing over at Toddy and Trey. They're still making out but he can tell they know what's going on and Christ, he doesn't want them to see this. "Just wait until we get home."

"Can't," Eric says again, like that's the only word he knows anymore.

One slick finger presses into him and he tries to pretend this is like that time in the club in front of strangers, but it's not. This is people he knows which is kind of worse, and part of him wonders if Eric's only doing it because he's pissed at Trey for saying he fucks all of Trey's friends.

"Eric—puppy—come on. Let's just—" His words die in his throat as Eric touches his prostate and his back arches. He tries not to moan or groan or make any of the undoubtedly embarrassing noises he makes during sex, but Eric keeps his finger there, right there where it sends sparks up his spine, and he can't help but moan.

It snaps Toddy and Trey out of their own little world and they both turn and watch. Matt covers his eyes because he can't see them watch this, and groans when Eric pushes another finger in beside the first.

"Yeah, baby," Eric says. "Gonna be my dick in you in a minute. You want it, baby? Say you want it."

"Yes," Matt gasps. "I want it. Fuck, Eric—"

"Yeah," Eric answers. "Yeah, Matt. So pretty like this, baby." He kisses one of Matt's kneecaps and splays his fingers across Matt's stomach before sliding them down to where his pants are tangled at his knees and pulling them down and the rest of the way off.

Matt groans, trying not to think about what Toddy and Trey can see and hear, and just focus on Eric instead. But it's so hard. He can feel Trey's eyes boring into them and he can hear Toddy's breath catch when Eric pushes a fourth finger into him. He can practically smell the collective arousal in the limo and as wrong as it is, a part of him kind of wants this, and not just because he's horny.

Eric pulls his fingers out of him then, and he whimpers, lifting his hips to try to follow them. Eric chuckles and kisses his inner thigh, so close to his cock but not, and then he can hear the crinkle of the condom package being opened.

Eric hooks Matt's legs on his shoulders and folds him in half until his knees are inches away from his shoulders. He groans at the stretch of it and Eric kisses him as he circles his cock against Matt's entrance, teasing but not entering.


"What, baby? What do you want?"


"Say it, Matt. Tell everybody what you want."

It's the first time Eric's actually acknowledged that they have an audience and Matt arches against him, trying to force him in without saying it.

"No, baby," Eric says. "Don't make me have to punish you on your big night. Say it. Say what you want me to do."

"F—fuck me?"

"Say, 'Please.'"

"Please," Matt begs. "Please fuck me, Eric. Please—God—fuck—need—please, Eric. Fuck me."

Eric kisses him again, hard and deep and fucking Matt's mouth with his tongue. It's a good distraction as he pushes into him, giving him everything all at once and only stopping when he's completely inside.

He hears Trey exhale, "Wow," and Toddy whimper, though whether in sympathy or lust, he has no idea and doesn't want to find out.

"Open your eyes," Eric orders, almost like he's reading Matt's mind. "Look at me, baby. Watch me fuck you."

Matt forces his eyes open and stares up at Eric, groaning when Eric starts to move inside him, rolling his hips against Matt's.

"That good, baby? You like that?"

"Yeah," Matt answers. "Fuck. Yeah. Yeah. 'S good."

"Now look at them. Look at what we're doing to them."

Matt tilts his head to the side and looks over at Toddy and Trey. Their hands are in each other's pants, moving furiously, and Matt groans and looks away.

"No, baby. Watch them. I want them to see your face when I fuck you. I want them to see how much you love this."


"You're not allowed to talk back to me, are you?" Eric asks. Matt shakes his head. "So look at them."

Matt obeys, darting his eyes back and forth between Trey's face and Toddy's, unable to look at either one of them for too long without embarrassment.

Eric kisses his neck, bites down on his shoulder and leaves teeth marks on his chest. He groans as Eric moves within him, fucking him hard and fast then slow and deep and never setting any kind of rhythm for him to get used to.

It's an assault on his senses, both physical and mental, and his every thought is on the fact that every single person in this limo needs to have an orgasm very soon so that this will all be over.

Then Trey's eyes meet his, almost curious, like he's wondering about how Matt does it again, like he wants to ask, but instead he shifts in the seat and pushes Toddy on her back, lifting her skirt and rolling a condom on his cock quickly before sliding into her.

It's crazy how the dynamic shifts, how it goes from them watching Matt and Eric to everyone watching everyone. He can feel his embarrassment lift the second he's not the only one being fucked, and he watches Toddy and Trey kiss, wondering if his lips still feel the way they did when they filmed their scene for BASEketball.

Almost as if to remind him exactly who's fucking him, Eric brings his lips to Matt's ear and licks the shell of it before whispering, "You like having them watch me fuck you, don't you? You like it when people see that you're mine."

"Yes," Matt gasps, because it's true. "Yes. Fucking love it, Eric—"

He combs his fingers through Matt's hair, getting them tangled in the process. Matt groans and lifts his hips to Eric's, fucking back against him and begging for harder, faster, more.

"You want to come, baby? You want them to see how much you love this?"

"Yeah," Matt gasps. "Please, Eric. Please—"

Eric pulls one hand out of his hair, yanking some of it out in the process, and wraps it around his cock. It doesn't take much at all, the mere contact setting him off, and his toes curl as he comes, covering the bottom of his shirt and suit jacket Eric insisted he wear.

He drops back against the seat, watching Trey and Toddy while he tries to catch his breath as Eric continues to fuck him. Now that he's fallen silent, he can hear the other noises filling the limo, the slide of skin-on-skin and the sound Toddy makes as Trey's fingers circle her clit as he fucks her so hard Matt wonders how she can take it.

Eric tenses and groans above him, then pulls out of him quickly and comes before tying the condom off and collapsing against Matt's chest.

His breath his hot against Matt's neck, chest heaving against Matt's as he tries to breathe. He can feel his come between them, drying on both their shirts. It's disgusting and he's glad they're almost home so they can throw them in the wash or in the trash, and he's honestly not particular about which.

He combs his fingers through Eric's sweaty hair as he watches Toddy come. Her thighs tremble and her entire body shakes and even though he's not into girls, there's absolutely no denying that there's something erotic about it.

He looks away before Trey comes, focusing his attention back on Eric. He kisses his forehead and whispers, "Love you, puppy."

Eric nods against him, seemingly not in the wordy mood, and wraps his arms around Matt's neck, holding him close. Their clothes are mostly still off and Matt has no idea where his pants are, but it's okay. It's all so fucking okay because he's too fucked-out to even care if it isn't.

The car pulls to a stop and everyone scrambles to get their clothes back on straight, but the driver gives them knowing looks as he opens the door to let Matt and Eric out. Matt guesses they're not the first people to have fuck or whatever it could be called in the back of his limo.

They don't really say goodbye to Toddy and Trey, just wave vaguely and make their way inside for a shower before collapsing, naked and still mostly wet, onto the bed. Richie jumps up and curls up at their feet, and Matt's too tired to shoo him off so they both let him be.

They fall asleep with Eric's arm curved possessively around Matt's hip and even though it takes a few days before he can really look Toddy or Trey in the eye again, Matt decides it was totally worth it.

[ Part 9 ]


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