A/N- I'd like to start by apologise for taking so long to update, my internet got turned off and then all school stuff with sorting out my options for next year sucks…. So yeah. This is a bit of a rushed update so probably won't be as good as I'd have liked. On the plus side this gives a slight inkling to what happened to Pip. Thanks to everyone who reviewed. Hope you like this chapter.
Pip knew straight away he was in a very undesirable position. Judging from the looks of the other damned (and a few jealous *fan*girls) he should probably move. He made an attempt to move out from under the anti-christ but failed. Damien was still staring at him with wide eyes.
"Erm…Damien. I would like to move now, if you would permit me to." Pip whispered. His voice was firmer but still had the feminine undertone that made Damien snap to his senses and pull them both to their feet. The raven smirked and Pip began to feel uneasy. He grabbed hold of the Brit's wrist and began to stride away, tugging Pip with him. Before they were out of sight completely he yelled over his shoulder
"Quispiam take down ceterus of nomen! EGO gotta take meus novus toy domus tunc persolvo ut Dad quam quis nos sermo super permaneo nox noctis per Azrael vires venio ocius quinymo quam laxus.."
And with that they were gone.
As they walked through the street Pip began to squirm. The fire and heat he could handle but the screams of people being tortured and the amount of non-publicly acceptable behaviour in full view of the innocent blond was enough to cause him to cover his eyes. Damien rolled his eyes at the predictable behaviour before continuing to tug the blonde along.
"Should we be here?" Pip asked, shyly when they got to the giant, black gates that lead to the gothic structure of the castle. Damien merely grinned viciously, showing prominent canines.
"It's my fucking house."
Pip flinched at the use of a curse word but he soon forgot about it when they entered the house. It was decorated with rich colours of royal blue, black, gold and red. The 3D plasma TV attached to the wall was playing MTV full blast and curled up on the corner of the couch was a man in his early to mid thirties. His hair was the exact same colour as Damien's but his was so much shorter. He had a thin frame and a rounded yet slim face. Pip smiled meekly at the stranger before Damien sat down on the couch and gestured for him to sit as well. But when Pip went to sit on the other side of the noirette Damien grabbed his wrist and pulled him into his lap. The brit yelped when the anti-Christ shifted so Pip was perched in an awkward position. Let's just say if Damien had a 'problem' he would be the first to know. Two strong arms wrapped around his midsection and Damien rested his chin on his right shoulder so he could still talk to the man.
"Hey son. So how has today been?" The man asked, putting down the remote. Pip gaped at the sudden realisation that he was sat right next to the devil himself. He then internally gasped when he realised how little it bothered him.
"Daad! Domum lingua!" Damien sighed " Et erat denique. Quid ita etiam hic es?" Satan raised an eyebrow.
"Ius. Ita est a puella sedentem vos scire-ubi, cur?"
"Iam youll 'have ut reperio postea. Nomen est pituita. Ille a eadem shithole de oppidum ut Kenny."
"Quare ille Britannis hedum flavit in tertio gradu? Scis Kenny cum sit proximus prope ut fratres ei nocebis et si is lædere."
"Scio. Hunc ego, ne nimis laedat. et usquam spectat quasi terra angelus. Paene in lacrimas cum dixit irrumabo sic suus certus morabatur. Eam erit fun." Damien smirked before grabbing Pip's hips to twist him around so he could carry him bridal style to a bedroom further down the hall.
"Damien, put me down." Pip squirmed. After all these years of bullying etc he hated being handled in anyway. And after the affect of his foster parents… Damien was lucky he still had both hands attached when he dared to touch Pip the first time. But obviously Pip knew that if he tried to attack his once friend he would get as good as he gave. So instead he laid his head on the ravens shoulder and let himself be carried to the end of the hall and into a dark bedroom.
Once inside Damien set him on his feet then walked over to (what Pip presumed was) a chest of drawers and pulled out some articles of clothing. Pip raised his hand to accept the t-shirt and pants but Damien pushed away his hand and instead started to unbutton the blazer Pip wore. The blonde yelped and leapt back, pressing his back to the wall. Damien frowned at him then realisation dawned on his face.
"Oh yeah. Humans dress themselves from a certain age, I forgot about that." He muttered "Oh well."
He then stalked closer so there was barely any place between the two and once again attempted to slip his own clothes on in place of the torn and bloodied ones the blonde wore. When he saw the bruises decorating the skeletal torso he frowned then blinked and finally slid the t-shirt over long ,straight locks. Finally satisfied, he led his charge to the king size bed and laid down. After a few minutes had passed and he felt no warmth beside him he growled low in the back of his throat. He hadn't rescued the boy for nothing. Swiftly the demon turned to look for a familiar halo of hair and found his earth angel curled up on the chair.
"What the fuck are you doing over there?" He asked sleepily.
"I was attempting to sleep. Did you need something?" Came the slightly shaky voice.
"Yes. Get over here, now. Idiot."
"I…I'm ok here thanks."
"I said now. What part of that don't you get?"
By now Damien was irritated. He was used to getting what he wanted and this teenager had just defied him. Three times. He hoped for the others sake there wouldn't be a fourth. After a few moments Damien was about to get out of the bed and drag the other boy to bed when he stood from the chair and crawled onto the bed.
"Thank fuck for that." was the mumbled reply to his action. Pip curled up again on the edge of the bed and tried not to fall over. He almost re-died of shock when two familiar strong arms wrapped around his hips to pull him closer to a heated body. He was about to ask what Damien was doing when he heard gently purrs coming from the body pressed to his and the chest pressed to his chest. He wrapped his skinny legs around the persons waist then nuzzled into the soft material near his cheek before he fell fast asleep. Tomorrow would be his first full day in Hell and he was certain it would be very interesting.
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Here are the translations to what Damien and his father were saying. I just figured they would speak latin as it makes most sense.
1-Quispiam take down ceterus of nomen! EGO gotta take meus novus toy domus tunc persolvo ut Dad quam quis nos sermo super permaneo nox noctis per Azrael vires venio ocius quinymo quam laxus-Somebody take down the names! I gotta take my new toy home and someone tell Dad that the thing we talked about last night with Azrael might happen sooner than they thought. (I'm just gonna say Damien doesn't view him as a toy in that way because it's more like a child getting a new game or something. At least at this moment in time it is…. It's got a rating for a reason people)
2-Domum lingua- Home language.
3-Et erat denique-Today was fine.
4- Quid ita etiam hic es-What are you doing at home tonight anyway.
5-Ius. Ita est a puella sedentem vos scire-ubi, cur?" - Right. And there is a girl sat on your you-know-what, why?
6- Iam youll 'have ut reperio postea. Nomen est pituita. Ille a eadem shithole de oppidum ut Kenny- That you'll just have to find out later. And HIS name is Pip. He's from the same shithole of a town as Kenny.
A/N- And there's the next instalment. This will be worthy of it's M rating later on but I do have to warn you it's my first time writing one so you may have to bear with me. Thanks to everyone who reviewed, favourited and alerted, it makes me smile and I love to receive them. If anyone has any ideas or a small OC demon they want to see in this story either PM me or put it in a review. 'Til next time.
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