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Title: Number Eighteen: Rainbow

Summary: The day Damien went crazy. DamienButters (. . . . Daters?)

Warnings: Yaoi Cussing PWP (Kinda)OOC

Couple: DamienButters

Written By: Shino

Inspired By: I drew a DamienTweek picture and a friend asked 'What about DamienButters?' and dear Moses. It sounded sexy. :O

Comments: . . . . . Yep.

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Number Eighteen: Rainbow

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Damien stormed down the hallway, randomly throwing different students against walls or lockers or other such things. He was looking for someone, and he couldn't be found.

Finally he spotted a familiar face. Coming up behind a red-head, he said in a rather high-pitched voice for a male; "Where is Butters?"

Said-addressed teen spun around, looking shocked. He took a step back, putting a few more inches between them, and gave Damien a quick once over, his face turning a dark red within seconds. "Uh, what?"

Damien ignored where the other was staring and demanded again. "Where is Butters, Kyle?"

"Buh -butter? You can have mine." Kyle's head snapped up. "I- I mean! Butters? I don't really know." His eyes started to travel downward again and he had to force himself to stay focused on Damien's face.

Fire seemed to start burning behind Damien's eyes and he started to levitate. "Where. Is. Butters?" This time his voice had a deadly edge.

Kyle simply raised his hand and pointed in the direction of a near-by girl's bathroom.

Dropping back down, Damien's boots thunked as they hit the tile. "Right." Then, he turned and started back after his prize.

Not able to help himself, Kyle turned and watched Damien walk away, while accidentally saying out loud. "I wish Stan was that big."

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Butters currently was cowering in the corner of the handicapped stall, covering his head and jerking every time someone hit the door outside.

They would go away eventually, they always did, he just had a funny feeling about today. He only hoped it had nothing to do with the bullies.

"Cummon you little pussy!"

"Show some backbone!"

"We just wanna play a bit!"

They were all laughing in an obnoxious fashion and elbowing each other.

A door slammed open, which caused Butter's to cry out and immediately throw himself to the floor.

"What the-"

He heard some screams and other such loud noises from the other side of his stall door. Dear God, was that new person going to kill him?

Then, almost as if on cue, the stall door burst open and Butters squeaked, burying his face in his hands.

A few seconds later, he was picked up and pushed against a wall.

When nothing else happened for a minuet, besides the annoying feel of a body against his own, he cracked open an eye.

"Dah- Damien?" Okay, NOW he really was scared.

Damien's lips twitched into what he might call a smile but most would call a sneer. "Butters. . . I've been looking for you."

"You- you have?" Butters squeaked again, and looked Damien up and down. "Why. . . Why are you naked?"

Damien looked down at himself, as if he hadn't felt a draft or something yet. "Hmm, appears so."

Eyebrows knitting together, Butters tried to make sense of that one.

"Not that it matters, just makes this that much easier." Then, with the smile/sneer returning, Damien clamped his mouth over Butters's.

Oh yes, some do crazy things for true love. For example; walk around a high school completely naked, except for boots, fully aroused, just to have some kinky good fun in the girls bathroom with an emotionally abused boy. Hey, nobody's perfect. And love can happen to anyone, even the son of the Devil.

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Ho-shit. I have done eet. I have finally out done myself. Truly I have.

Even KevinKenny eez better than this.

Then again, KevinKenny PWNS all.

:D

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