"Y-you!" Pip stumbled to his feet and shrunk away from the dark boy sitting before him. The long black shirt Pip found himself wearing when he woke up here came down all the way to his mid thighs, thankfully covering up the areas that Pip preferred the creepy boy not to see. Just a moment ago he had fallen asleep in his own bed, but Pip had no idea how he ended up waking on the floor of the Anti-Christ's bedroom.
Fires blazed from the twin hearths at either end of the dark prince's room, filling the bed chamber with a soft red glow. The heat was suffocating, to Pip at least. The heat didn't seem to bother Damien, who lay across the large canopied bed, grinning up at the frightened blond. Pip trembled under his dark gaze, those golden eyes drilling holes into him.
Right now, Pip wanted nothing more then to relieve himself of that haunting stare of Damien's and get out of here. Where ever here was.
"Hello, my darling Pip." The dark boy purred, causing a chill to run up Pip's back. He wanted so much to just go back to sleep, hoping so much that all this was just some horrible dream and it would be gone once he woke up in the morning. But Pip knew better then that. He knew that this wasn't just some twisted dream, it was real. And not only did he know that this was all real, but he also knew that he had to get out of here. Quick.
And if he wanted to get out of here, he would have to be strong for once and stand up to his foe. He just hoped that this foe wouldn't set him on fire for talking back to him.
"Where am I Damien?" He demanded. He tried to make his voice as stern as possible, though he couldn't completely hide his fear. "Why did you take me here?"
"Why, your in my room of course." The dark boy replied as he sat up in his bed, his long legs dangling off the end. Damien patted the spot beside him on the bed and smirked at Pip. "Come, why don't you take a seat beside me," He paused a moment before adding with a light chuckle, "My darling wife."
Confused, Pip tilted his head, as if he had never heard the word before. Wife? Why on earth would Damien call him his wife? Surly it was a mistake, it made no sense! Unless of course Damien meant to- The blonde's eyes widened in horror. "Oh, oh no..." He muttered and Damien grinned at him before getting up and approaching Pip. He tackled Pip to the ground and began to ravish him.
"NOOOOOOooooo!" Pip screamed as the black shirt was ripped from his body and love bites were bruising his pale neck.
A/N: Pointless DIP fanfic that was based off the wonderful comic on DeviantART by a wonderful artist who's beautiful drawing style I adore! The comic I think is called WIFE if you ant to check it out.