Short, I know, but hey, it's supposed to be. Simple title for a simple story. I think it's rather cute. Anyway, no I don't own South Park, and no, I'm not making money off of this. R/R, bitte.
Dreamer
Damien sat at the edge of the bed, and closed his eyes, focusing in on his lover's deep, quiet breathing. He craned his neck slightly to look at the blonde boy's features, which were accentuated in the pale moonlight that seeped through the window.
Pip's eyelids fluttered and a smile spread across his face; he was dreaming something pleasant. Damien wished he could have dreams like his lover did. Pip always told him of his which usually consisted of love, dancing, sweets, and other such splendors.
'And all I can manage is fire, death, dad, and a bit of screaming…' he thought.
He laid himself back down, careful not to wake the other as he placed himself back into the sheets. His body was freezing, so he snuggled in closer to Pip, collecting the warmth he produced. Damien inhaled the sweet scent that only the little Brit could emit. He loved that smell. He loved everything about Pip; he even thought the name was almost cute.
Damien closed his eyes once more, smirking at the thought of finally knowing what it was to have a dream of pure splendor. Hell, with his little Pip around, he was pretty much living in one right now.