"I think I should go talk to him." Pip stated as he walked over to the closet to grab his coat. He felt guilty for what just happened. Damien could be a real jerk at times but he was the only one to stay by his side all these years. Even though people out-casted Pip, Damien still stayed with him. The only doubt in their friendship was that one incident when they were children when Damien set him on fire to impress the other boys.

The blond smiled a bit when he remembered when Damien apologized to him. It was a short, almost insincere apology but it meant the world to Pip. No one has ever apologized for their actions against him. Damien was the only one to truly care enough about him to realize that he's hurt him. That's what made him such a good friend. Thinking about all this made Pip realize that he couldn't possibly let him go.

He was about to walk out the door when he felt Christophe's strong grip on his arm, stopping him dead in his tracks. His large, callous hands gripped Pip's thin arm tightly, his rough nails digging into his skin through the fabric of his red jumper.

"You can't!" He urged."If you chase after him now then he'll think he can walk all over you. If you lighten up now then he'll never change!" Pip hated to admit it but what Chris was saying was true. If he went after Damien and apologized then that would mean that he won. He would once again get the best of Pip and be in his control. Pip didn't want his life to be run by Damien, but he also didn't want to lose him.

Pip glanced back at the door longingly. He wanted so much to just run out, find Damien, hug him and apologize. But something was holding him back. And that something was Christophe. Not only is he holding him back physically, but emotionally as well. Pip knew if he walked out that door he would probably lose Christophe forever. He would be so upset that he disobeyed his advice and would leave.

But who was more important to him, Chris or Damien? The question whirled around in his head, making his throat dry and eyes wet. It felt like somebody had a strong grip on his heart and refused to let go. Just when Pip had just about made up his mind, Chris spoke again; "He will only hurt you again. With me, you don't have to worry about me neglecting your feelings. I care deeply for you, Philip."

Those kind words touched Pip's heart, making him choke on the lump forming in his throat. Tears now flowed freely down his face. He almost couldn't believe he was about to run after Damien when he had such a kind, understanding person with him right here. Pip turned around and smiled up at the Frenchmen. He smiled warmly back. Chris looked so handsome right now, Pip couldn't help what he was about to do.

With one hand, he cupped Christophe's tan cheek. Then, standing up on his toes, He brought his lips to meet the others. Almost without hesitation, Christophe kissed back full force in a electrifying kiss.

A small lamp was thrown across the room, shattering into a million pieces once it hit the wall. Damien snarled with rage as he continued to destroy his room, tearing up posters and wall paper, ripping apart the bedspread, throwing things around the room. Once he was done, his room was left in shambles. Finding nothing else he could destroy, the demon teen screamed with anger.

Panting, he looked at himself in the shattered mirror that was hung up on his closet door. He glared at his reflection. "That stupid Brit!" He yelled to himself. "Let that sleazy Frenchmen have his way with him! See if I care!" But he did care, and he knew it. When Pip stared at him like that, fear showing in his eyes, it broke Damien's heart. To Pip, Damien was just his mean best friend. But To Damien, Pip was so much more.

He's become so accustomed to Pip that he felt as though a part of him was missing whenever he wasn't around. The blonds shrill, accented voice that once annoyed the hell out of Damien was now music to his ears. That happy sparkle in Pip's misty blue eyes put a smile on Damien's grim face. Pip's small, fragile frame gave Damien a feel of confidence, like he was needed to protect his small boy from any dangers.

And so many dangers were attracted to such an innocent boy. With golden blond hair that framed his thin face and slim build, he looked like a petite female. This made him open for the torment of the bullies at school. He was an easy target for their abuse. It was obvious Damien had his hands full for protecting Pip from them, not to mention people like Christophe who just want him for his body.

Damien was a bit surprised this hasn't happened before. Pip was very cute and South Park High was filled with horny students that would fuck anything that walks. It's strange that Pip isn't one of the most sought after people in school. Perhaps that was because of his low popularity.

But still, Damien couldn't believe Pip would fall for such a player like Chris. He also couldn't believe he let him fall. What kind of friend was he? No wonder Pip left him. He shook his head at the thought. He shouldn't be thinking like this, he's the Antichrist! He's not some weakling that will cry just cause he was shot down. No, Damien was a fighter.

He was going to march back there and get his Pip back!

The two were now standing by the couch, lips locked in a heavy kiss. Pip's face was bright red, so much blood rushed to his face he felt dizzy. His legs felt like jelly, they felt like they were going to give out at any moment. He needed to sit down. Breaking the kiss, Pip took a seat on the couch. He offered Chris the spot next to him. With a nod, the Frenchmen sat down next to Pip. He draped an arm around his shoulder.

Panting, Pip smiled and looked up to see Chris's handsome face. What he saw was not expected. He expected to see Chris's warm face smiling back at him. What he saw was a stern, hungry look on the others face. This expression scared Pip. The warm kindness in Christophe's brown eyes was gone, replaced with lust and hunger. He looked like a predator that had just spotted his pray.

Pip tried to back away from him but Chris kept his strong arm wrapped around his shoulder."What is wrong, Mon Cher." He cooed seductively. That tone in Christophe's voice worried Pip, making him feel uncomfortable."Isn't this what you wanted?" He asked. Pip wasn't sure what he was talking about. But when he felt Chris's hand traveled down to his hip the answer became painfully clear to him.

Pip jumped back."No!" He shrieked. He held out his arms to push the other away. This seemed to anger Christophe. Pushing the blonds arms out of the way, he tackled Pip down into the couch. Pip felt two heavy hands grab his shoulders, forcing him to stay down. He struggled to pull away, but the grip on him was to strong. Twisting and struggling with all his might, Pip screamed on the top of his lungs.

"No," He panted."No!"

His screams must have echoed all throughout the house, but Pip knew nobody could hear him. No one could help him. Christophe kept shouting at him to shut up, even going as far as to slap him across the face to quiet him. Pip was shocked to say the least. He simply couldn't believe the kind boy he met a few days ago turned out to be like this. If he saw this coming then he would have never have spoken to him in the frist place. And he would have never chosen him over Damien.

"Let me go!" He cried, still struggling frantically. But is captor held on, impossibly strong. Pip squirmed and struggled, bruising himself against his grip. Through his struggling and loud sobs, Pip heard Chris fiddling with his pants buckle. He couldn't believe this was happening! He was about to be raped by this man. The man that had pretended to befriend him. The man that drove away his only true friend in the world.

Pip couldn't stop himself from calling Damien's name. All he wanted right now was for Damien to come save him.

As if he answered his prayers, the door burst open. Damien stood in the door way, panting. He ran all the way over here just to win Pip back. Though, once he saw Chris on top of Pip, his heart sank. He thought he was too late.

"Damien!" Pip cried just as Damien was about to leave. "Please, help me!" And just like that Damien was over there, pushing the Frenchmen off his Pip and throwing him to the ground. Pip watched as they both struggled on the floor. They hit the coffee table, knocking it over and breaking the glass. Though Christophe was built larger then him, Damien still had his demonic, superhuman strength. One hard punch to the face was enough to disorient the Frenchmen.

While he was disoriented, Damien used this advantage to get on top of him, straddling his torso between his legs. He lifted one arm up, lighting his fist aflame. He was ready to strike the French boy for touching his Pip. As he would with anybody that dared to mess with his property. He was about to make this point very clear on Chris's face. But before he could bring his arm down, two tiny hands grabbed him by his forearm.

"Damien, no!" Pip cried, buring his face in the others shoulder. Damien glanced away from Chris's scared face to Pip nuzzling his neck. A bright blush took up his face. His attitude changed immediately. This fight was over the second Pip interfered. Damien's jaw dropped when he saw tears leaking from the blonds eyes. He couldn't believe he was shedding tears for the man that almost raped him.

Christophe took advantage of the distraction to grab something heavy that fell off the table when they knocked it over. He used it to smash over Damien's head, knocking the dark boy out. After his final blow, the Frenchmen got up from the floor and ran out the front door, leaving Pip to cry hysterically over Damien's unconscious body. His head was resting in Pip's lap. Blood gushed from the gash on his forehead, staining the fabric of Pip's shorts.

Dark eyes flutter open, only to shut again from the harsh lighting in the room. Damien moaned as a sharp pain shot through his head. Raising a cold hand to his face, he felt the bandage rapped around his head. He winced when he pressed down on a large bump on his forehead. He guessed that's where Chris hit him when he wasn't looking.

'That bastard!' He thought. 'I'll get him. Not only for hurting me, but for hurting Pip too.' His eyes shot open at the thought of Pip. He jolted up in the hospital bed, startling the person who was sitting by his side. Damien was panicking. All he could think about was what happened to Pip? Did Christophe get him? A knot tied in his stomach at the thought. He was so busy worrying, he didn't notice that Pip was sitting next to him by the bed.

Damien jumped when he felt a cool hand rest on his bare shoulder. Whipping around, he saw Pip sitting there staring at him worriedly. "Damien," He said softly, glancing down. "You shouldn't move to much, the doctors said you needed rest." He told him. Damien couldn't help but smile at the blond. He was so relieved that he was alright. Overjoyed, Damien threw his arms around the surprised blond, crashing him into his chest.

"I'm so glad your OK!" He exclaimed, pulling Pip closer to him. Pip blinked in surprise, then smiled. He wrapped his arms around Damien's back and hugged him.

"I'm glad your okay too." He replied, smiling. He closed his eyes to saver the moment. They stayed like this until Damien suddenly pulled away. He looked down at Pip questioningly. "What happened? Where's the stupid frog!" He snarled at the mention of the Frenchmen, making his distaste for him very clear by the hatred in his eyes. Pip just smiled and said. "The police got him. He'll be going away for quite some time."

Looking up at Damien, Pip smiled sadly. His eyes held an apologetic look. "...To think I gave you up for him."

Knowing this made Damien relax a bit, though he knew that sick bastard deserved so much more. But he was happy that that creep was behind bars and away from his Pip. Just then Damien's thoughts lingered on the words 'His Pip.' He wondered if he would ever dare call him that to his face. His thoughts were interrupted by a light sob. Pip once again buried his face into Damien's neck.

Worried, Damien tried to comfort him by awkwardly rubbing his back and talking to him gently. He never had to deal with somebody crying before. "...Hey, why are you crying?" He asked, trying to smile warmly to the Brit. Pip sobbed. His trembling lips formed a smile. His face was red from the crying or maybe something more."I...When I realized you were alright I..." He couldn't finish his sentence because he was so choked up. Covering his face with his hands and he broke down again.

"I'm just so happy your okay!" The blond wailed. His thin shoulders bucked with each sob. Damien just stared at him, then he smiled. Baring his face in Pip's hair, he laughed softly. He took a whiff of Pip's blond locks, recognizing the smell. He remembered that Pip liked coconut shampoo so he always smelled like coconuts. It was a sweet smell. Damien loved it.

"I love you..." Pip murmured. Damien's eyes shot open in shock. He pulled himself away from Pip a bit, just enough to see him face to face. Pip covered his mouth with his trembling hand. His glassy blue eyes refused to look up at Damien. If possible, the blonds face was even redder then before. Sniffling, Pip continued his babbling rant."Y-you saved me...I was so mean to you and yet you still saved me." Looking up at Damien and smiled as best he could. "And I love you."

"...Your kidding." Damien stated, awestruck. He thought if either of them were to confess first it would be him. Raising a hand to his lips, Damien bit his fingernails. This worried Pip. He now regretted saying all this. He looked away from the other boy in embarrassment. "I'm sorry," He said. His voice trembled. Pip squeezed his eyes tight and clapped his hand over his mouth so he wouldn't cry again."I'm so sorry,...I should have known you didn't like me back-"

"No!" Damien interrupted him. Grabbing Pip by the shoulders, Damien thrusted forward and pressed his lips to Pip's in a heated kiss. Shocked, Pip didn't move. He just sat there with his eyes wide open and let himself be kissed. When Damien pulled away he saw Pip's flushed face and he blushed. With a crooked smile, the dark boy laughed nervously. He glanced around the room trying to think of what to say next.

Finally, he decided that his best shot of not sounding too cheesy or stupid was to just come clean. Taking a deep breath and letting it out, he summed up his feelings in just four little words. "I love you, Pip." Damien waited for Pip to snap out of his shock and waited to see his reaction.

Seeming to be satisfied with his words, Pip smiled brightly. The tears disappeared from his eyes and his face lit up with joy. He wrapped his arms around Damien's neck and kissed him hard on the lips. He pulled away soon after and said; "I love you too, Damien."

Super rushed and cliche ending, I know. I kind of rushed alot of this and I hope it didn't turn out to crappy. I know all you chip fans old there a disapointed, sorry guys, I'm a little bit contry and I'm alittle bit rock n' roll but I'm all DIP baby!

I wanna thank all of you for reading though, and I really want to thank all my kind reviewers (Especially you Risashootingstar. Sorry again for being such a bitch to ya ;P) You all rock and I love you all thank you!

Extra note: The whole idea of this story came from this huge fight I had with my own friend who treated me the same way Damien treated Pip. But my friend is an asshole and I'll never forgive him for what he's done to me. :T Anyway, at least this story ended happily...except for Chris. XD