Thanks for the constructive reviews! It's truly appreciated. :) I used to do Naruto fanfiction. The only reviews I ever got were something like "OMG so yaoi kawaii! XD" and that kinda crap... It didn't bother me at first, but 100 comments later and it gets very aggravating.
Anyway. Chapter 2! :D This chapter seems a little fragmented at first to me, but my writing tends to get progressively better during the course of a story. I think it's because at first I do my best to get it down really quickly before inspiration or the idea leaves me, then once I have a good foundation I calm down and work to make it better. So I hope you enjoy this story. :)
This chapter contains some MATURE themes, by the way. Just warnin' ya.
Dreamscape
"Oh Damien…" Pip moaned, arching into the thrusts. Damien smirked, leaning down and placing gentle kisses along the pale skin of the smaller boy's neck. Pip suddenly cried out as he spilled his seed all over their stomachs.
Beautiful.
Damien groaned as he reached the edge and released inside the tight cavern.
Suddenly, Pip was screaming and pulling away from him.
"STOP DAMIEN!"
"What? What's wrong?"
"IT BURNS!" Pip shrieked, writhing in pain.
"What burns? Pip!" Damien called, before suddenly realizing what was happening. "Sit up and it will come out!" He instructed, grabbing Pip's arms to help him up.
Pip's screams increased and he jerked away, the skin where Damien had grabbed him now bloody and burnt.
"PLEASE STOP DAMIEN!" Pip sobbed.
Damien quickly moved away, practically falling off the bed. He back away, pressing himself against the opposite wall as Pip continued to shriek and sob and writhe in pain on the bed.
"He'll never be yours." A deep voice spoke from beside him. Damien turned, coming face to face with a horrific figure, "You're just going to hurt him in the end."
Damien jerked awake and shot up, panting harshly, body damp from sweat. He was in his room, in his bed, no Pip in sight.
He shut his eyes and sighed, resting his face in his hands.
An awful dream.
And why was he having dreams like that about a boy he'd only met two weeks ago?
He groaned and looked at the clock.
Ten minutes until his alarm would go off. No time for more sleep.
Like he could go back to sleep after that anyway.
Not only was he now walking Pip home after school, Damien had also taken to walking him to it in the mornings.
It was a chilly morning, more so than usual it seemed, and he shuffled back and forth a bit as he waited outside for Pip to come out.
It wasn't a long wait.
"Good morning ducky." Pip chirped as he walked out of the house, closing and locking the door behind him.
"Morning." Damien replied. He watched Pip come down the few steps in front of his house and stop next to him on the sidewalk.
"Shall we be off then?"
"Sure."
Pip smiled as he and Damien walked side by side toward school.
"You're still coming to dinner at my house tonight, right?" Damien asked.
"Of course." Pip replied, "I wouldn't miss it for the world."
Damien quickly decided that the fat boy would have to die. No one shoved Pip against a locker and escaped the Anti-Christ's wrath.
He shoved Cartman away from his smaller friend and sent him a glare that could kill a small animal. "Fuck off, fat ass." He growled.
"I'm not fucking fat!"
"Back off man. This isn't any of your business." Token warned. Damien's glare didn't stray from Cartman, "You'd best fuck off before I make it my business."
"Bitch! I'll do what I want!" Cartman snapped back. Damien growled, "I'm warning you…"
"Hey, hey!" Stan suddenly interrupted, getting between them, "Why don't you wait until after school to finish this so no one gets in trouble?"
"Do I look like I care?" Damien snapped.
"No, he's right." Token said, "Why don't we resume this by Stark's Pond after school?"
"Whatever." Cartman muttered.
"Fine." Damien agreed. He turned to Pip, "Let's get to class."
The blonde nodded, a worried look on his face.
"Damien, I don't fink we should do this…"
"No one said you had to come."
"You know I'm not going to bail out on you."
"Well, that's very nice of you."
Damien's bad mood had not lifted the entire day. He and Pip were currently on their way to Stark's Pond, presumably where another group of boys would be waiting.
"What should I be expecting?"
"Well, Cartman is sort of the group leader, but only because everyone else is afraid of him… Token is the strong one and Clyde is quick on his feet. Craig probably won't get involved because he doesn't like to stress Tweek, but he's more of a strategist than the others and he doesn't try to show off, so he's probably the most dangerous."
"I'm not worried."
"They're going to outnumber us."
"They're going to outnumber me. You're not getting involved."
"But-!"
"I said no."
Pip grumbled, but said nothing.
"I'll be fine. Really."
"…Do you promise?"
Damien gave a small laugh, looking down at Pip, who was walking beside him, "I promise."
They stopped just a few yards from the pond. A group of five boys were gathered at the bottom of a short hill. Damien smirked.
This would be too easy.
"Cartman, Clyde and Token. Craig is the one in the blue hat and the twitchy blonde next to him is Tweek. They more than likely won't get involved."
"Wouldn't matter if they did. I can take 'em." Damien said with confidence as he continued his walk toward them. Pip made a worried noise and followed slightly behind.
"Well, well, well, looks like the fags decided to show up." Cartman said in a mocking tone.
"We were worried you wouldn't come." Clyde sneered.
"Ready to get your ass beat?" Token spoke as he stepped up next to Clyde.
Damien let his backpack slid off of his shoulder and tossed it to the ground. He looked over his shoulder at Pip and pointed to the bag, "Invisible line. Don't cross it."
Pip nodded.
Damien took a few steps forward, "Let's get this over with. We have somewhere to be."
Token charged first, fist raised, and threw a powerful right hook at Damien's face. Damien ducked with ease, raising his own right hand and landing a blow on Token's left rib, knocking the boy off his feet and the air from his lungs.
Clyde moved in next, throwing two very quick swings from each fist, forcing Damien to take a few steps back before getting in an opening for retaliation. He swept his leg just above the ground and knocked Clyde's footing out from under him. Damien grabbed his collar before he could fall, however, and pulled him back up. His fist made contact with Clyde's jaw and Damien let him drop.
The two lay groaning on the ground as Damien looked up at Cartman, who met his gaze with a terrified expression.
Damien glared, "Touch Pip again and I will fucking kill you." He growled.
Unsurprisingly, Cartman bolted, leaving his "friends" behind.
Damien looked up and made eye contact with Craig. The dark-haired boy stared blankly, a lit cigarette hanging from his mouth and a twitching blonde clinging tightly to his arm.
They quickly came to a silent understanding.
Damien turned and picked up his backpack, "Let's go."
Pip nodded, shocked at how quickly it had ended.
"This isn't over…" Token groaned as he and Clyde climbed to their feet.
"We're late for something far more important than this." Damien said as he put an arm across Pip's shoulders, "It's over."
"Until next time…" Clyde warned.
Damien rolled his eyes as he pulled the blonde away, "Whatever."
Once the pond was no longer in view Pip turned to his friend, "That was incredible!"
"It's not a big deal."
"It is to me! You're like my savior."
Irony.
"It's whatever."
"Where did you learn to do that?"
"I used to get in a lot of fights. I eventually learned how to not get my ass kicked."
Pip chuckled, "That would be quite a 'andy skill to 'ave."
"We're so glad you're home Damien!" Carol greeted as the two boys walked into the house. She gave Pip a smile, "You must be Damien's friend. Phillip, right?"
"Yes ma'am." Pip said with a smile.
"It's wonderful to meet you. I'm Carol."
Damien didn't miss the slight surprise on her face. He'd mentioned Pip a time or two, but hadn't said a whole lot. They'd probably assumed he was some crazy goth or cultist or something of that sort.
Instead, there stood a cheerful British boy with a beautiful smile.
"Dinner will be at five. You're free to stay however long you like."
"Fank you!"
Damien tugged Pip's shirt, "C'mon, let's hang out in my room."
"Alright."
Pip followed Damien up a flight of stairs and into a single bedroom at the top.
The room was a decent size and was decorated in mostly Satanic, goth and cultist décor. The bed was large, it's sheets and pillows a solid black. A bathroom was connected to the bedroom.
Damien could tell that the appearance bothered Pip to a degree, but the Brit didn't let it show too much.
"You have a very nice room."
"I can put some stuff in the closet if it bothers you…"
"No, no, it's fine." Pip smiled as he walked across the room and took a seat on the bed, "It's very well decorated."
"Thanks." Damien sat down next to his friend, "How late are you planning to stay?"
"Oh, I dunno. How late am I allowed?"
"You could stay all night if you wanted."
"Like a slumbuh party?"
"Sure."
"That sounds fun!" Pip laughed, falling back on the bed.
Damien looked down at him, mesmerized. He was aware of the fact that Pip was talking, but he couldn't be bothered to listen at the moment. He was busy staring at his beautiful face, pale neck, slender shoulders, perfect body and smooth legs.
There was absolutely nothing stopping him from forcing himself on Pip. He had no family to speak of, no friends and no one to notice if he showed up to school a little bruised up, or just didn't show up at all.
Hell, he could probably just talk Pip into it. The boy trusted him completely. Even if that didn't work, he wasn't strong enough to fend off the larger boy.
Damien knew he could do it, he'd done it more than once before to a few girls, but something was preventing him from doing it now.
He just wasn't sure what.
Dinner was awkward, to say the least. Mike and Carol attempted to make chit chat with Pip while simultaneously trying to keep from saying things that would upset their son. Damien didn't care, however.
"Oh, I've always wanted to visit London!" Carol said with enthusiasm.
"It's very nice in the summuh. I love it there."
"Maybe you could go back and visit soon…" Carol said, looking at Damien out of the corner of her eye.
Damien caught the hint.
"Well, I'm going back this summuh if I can't find a good job 'ere."
"We should take a trip there over Spring Break." Damien suggested, "That way I can see it and meet your family."
"I can't really afford that…"
"I'll take care of it. You and I can spend some time there before… You know." Damien said.
He knew Pip would assume something else rather than the truth.
Only he and his parents knew that the world would be coming to an end soon.
"You're so very wonderful, Damien!" Pip exclaimed. He turned toward the two adults, "He's the nicest person I've eva met."
Both seemed genuinely surprised.
"You're the only person I'm nice to, Pip." Damien clarified.
"Really? I guess that's not too 'ard to believe…"
"I think it's wonderful that you've become such good friends." Carol said with a smile.
"Damien is the first friend I've 'ad since movin' 'ere."
"Really? Well that's surprising. You're such a nice boy. Right, Mike?"
"Very nice."
"Oh, well fank you!"
"So, it's okay if I stay, then?" Pip asked as he and Damien worked on homework together. They each had a chair pulled up to a desk against the wall in Damien's room.
"Of course. I wouldn't have suggested it if I didn't want you here." Damien said as he tapped his pencil on the desk in thought.
Science was not his strong point.
"Well fank you, Damien."
Damien grunted in reply.
"Why are you so nice to me anyway?"
The question surprised the Anti-Christ.
He didn't have an answer.
"I don't know."
"Well, there 'as to be a reason. You're not nice to anyone else. I know that Red asked you out last week and you called 'er a rather vulgar name and put a rat in 'er lockuh."
Damien cringed, "You heard about that, huh?"
"Everyone did."
Damien drummed his fingers on the desk, unsure of what to say.
"…I really don't know, Pip. I just like you more than other people."
Pip tilted his head, giving Damien an odd look. He soon smiled, however, "That's alright, ducky. When you fink of a reason, you can jus' let me know, okay?"
He gave a nod, "Thanks, Pipsqueak."
"Pipsqueak?"
"Yeah. That's what I'm gonna call you. Everyone calls you 'Pip.' I wanna call you something different."
Pip gave a small laugh and his smiled widened, "That sounds lovely!"
"Glad you like it."
Pip whimpered when Damien was suddenly on all fours above him, gripping his wrists and pressing them into the bed, "Damien?"
"Do you have any idea what I could do to you?" Damien growled, leaning down and pressing his lips to Pip's forehead, breathing in the scent, "Such awful things…"
"But you wouldn't do that… We're friends…" Pip said, voice holding little confidence in his statement.
Damien moved lower and began nipping at a tender neck, "I want to do so much to you…"
"Well… What's stopping you?"
The sudden change in attitude barely surprised Damien. He instantly began tearing off the Brit's clothing, along with his own.
Before he knew it, he was inside an incredibly tight space and Pip was whimpering and clawing at his back.
He began thrusting roughly, enjoying the sounds coming from Pip. Some were of pain, some of pleasure, but both were equally pleasing.
"Oh, Damien… Damien!"
Damien smirked as he worked his hips harder into the body below him.
He reached down and gripped pale hips.
Suddenly, Pip was screaming. Not in pleasure, or mild pain, but in pure agony.
Damien jerked away, seeing that his hands had left the perfect flesh charred and burned.
He became aware of a presence that had gotten onto the bed with them. He looked to his left.
A hideous figure.
It opened its mouth, a deep voice flowing forth, "You're only going to hurt him in the end."
Damien shot up, panting and sweating. He let out a sigh and shut his eyes.
Just a dream. Nearly the same dream as before.
He opened his eyes and looked down beside him.
Pip was still sleeping soundly, laying facing away from him.
Damien watched him for several minutes, trying to calm his rapid heartbeat and irregular breathing.
Once he calmed down, he moved to hover over Pip slightly, watching him with interest. His breathing was even, his face and body relaxed. He was wearing only his boxers and one of Damien's t-shirts.
The things he could do to him.
Damien felt a sudden primal urge over come him. He reached forward hesitantly, hand twitching slightly as a debate raged in his head. His finger tips eventually connected with the fabric of the shirt. He slowly moved his hand down to the rim and carefully slipped underneath it, moving his hand back up the lithe body.
Pip's side was now exposed, along with part of his stomach. Damien slid his hand down and ran it gently over Pip's abdomen and up to his chest, lightly brushing a nipple. Pip made a noise and shifted slightly. Damien held perfectly still for a moment, before removing his hand and placing it on Pip's hip instead.
He felt himself growing hard and leaned down close to the blonde's face, breathing in his scent.
Two voices in his head. One was telling him to just take Pip, there was nothing the boy could do about it anyway. The other was begging him to stop with this, lest it go too far.
Damien rubbed at the inside of Pip's thigh, drawing a small moan from him. He curled up into himself a little more and Damien moved his hand again, this time lightly brushing some hair from his friend's face before leaning down more and placing a gentle kiss on his temple.
He moved away from Pip, climbing out of bed with as little movement or noise as possible and going into his bathroom.
He sat down on the toilet and looked down at his lap, where a large lump told him that he'd probably stopped just in time.
Now what though? Should he ignore it and hope it goes away soon? A cold shower? Masturbate?
He couldn't ignore it. That much was certain.
A cold shower would wake Pip. He would ask questions.
He sighed as he lifted his hips and slid his boxers down, letting them fall around his ankles. He reached around to the counter and grabbed a bottle of lotion, squeezing some into his palm before setting it back down.
He gripped himself tightly and began pumping slowly, letting his eyes slide shut and his mind wander.
He imagined Pip, looking so willing and needy beneath him, begging to be entered. He obliged, slipping inside that perfect, tight body.
He moaned as he imagined Pip making amazing noises and writhing in pleasure as he thrust in and out.
It wasn't too long before he was spilling his seed in his hand. He grabbed some toilet paper and cleaned up the mess.
Damien sighed as he slipped his boxers back on and went to the sink. He washed his hands and thought over how much he wished he really could do such things to Pip.
Why couldn't he?
He still didn't know.
He walked out of the bathroom as silently as possible and slipped back into bed carefully, watching Pip the entire time.
At some point, the blonde had rolled over in his sleep and he was now facing Damien.
Damien laid down, eyes still on his friend. He watched him for several minutes, listening to him breathe and finding the almost-snoring noise he made somewhat cute. Eventually he let his eyes slip shut and his mind fall into unconsciousness.
I like the way this chapter ended. You also may have noticed that I worked a little more with Pip's accent. I'm currently halfwayish through the next chapter, so I hope to have that one up for you soon. I don't like to post new chapters until I've worked on the next one.
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