Love The Way You Lie

A/N: I listened to 'Love The Way You Lie' too many times, and then I was all 'DING! *light bulb*'

So I sat up till about 1am (which isn't unusual) writing this (by hand – now that's unusual) It took up 4 pages, but my handwriting is seriously scrappy so it's probably not quite that long. HOWEVER! I thought of this as a one-shot, but I got a great inspiration (which was then lost at bloody school, so I'm pissed off) and I'm hoping it'll come back. I believe it involved this kind of relation for Dip, but also some weird supremacy fight with Gregstophe... then Greg and Pip... and being sad... and... uh... I do believe I was considering some Gregory/Pip (what'cha call that? Grip? Lol. Pegory? Just as lol. XD) and then my fucking school-work distracted me and I was all 'nooooeeeeezzzz D='

So yus. Enjoy (and I do sometimes consider Pip as... masochistic? Is that the word? Heck, whatever. I dunno, maybe the adrenalin from the fear... Pip's an adrenalin junkie? Oh heck yeah lol)

Warnings: Yaoi-ish thing, abuse, uhhh... I think that's it. The worst language gets is 'bloody' I think. Dip is the mildest language couple ever XD

-XxX-

"I don't love you. I don't need you." Damien growled.

Pip stood behind him, silent tears leaking down his cheeks. He bowed his head and bowed his head.

"I know you don't." He whispered, before turning away and walking calmly to the bedroom.

Damien had moods. Pip knew that. Times when he worried about image, the future, various unique problems Pip could never hope to comprehend. And he said things he didn't mean. But the turns were getting to Pip. He really doubted he could take it much longer. It was simply too much to bear, and Pip wasn't sure he could still tell the difference between the truth and the lies. It was all starting to blur together.

The blonde thought long and hard. He came to a decision. He was going to leave, if not permanently, then at least until Damien had sorted himself out. He needed time and space to think about their relationship and how it could continue, if there was a possible way for it to continue. He was starting to doubt that.

Pip packed a few bags with vital things and a few precious items, and walked towards the door with them. Damien, who was sat on the sofa, looked up and glared when he saw the bags clutched in Pip's hands.

"What are you doing?" he hissed lowly.

"I'm leaving you." Pip said, quietly but firmly.

"Oh no you ain't!" Damien snapped, jumping up from his seated position.

"I can't take it Damien! All your moods, all your crap! I'm bloody sick of it! If you don't love me, if you don't need me, I'm not staying! I do not want to be treated like this!" Pip cried, his voice rising in pitch and volume with anger.

Damien had come to be stood in front of Pip, eyes glowing a dangerous red. Pip had barely finished his rant, when the Antichrist's hand struck him hard around the face. The Brit's head snapped to the side and he staggered slightly with the impact. His bags were dropped, and he slowly raised his own hand to his cheek.

Blinking hurt tears out of his eyes, he stared straight back up into the infuriated scarlet orbs. Damien wanted him to stay. And though Pip would take him back in an instant if there was sincerity and an apology, and though his heart skipped with the thought that Damien wanted him if nothing else, he didn't know if he could do it without those things. He searched his boyfriend's face, and then dropped his gaze.

"I'm sorry Damien." He whispered, and tried to step around his lover. He was blocked.

As he opened his mouth to speak and ask for passage, Pip was shoved brutally into the wall. A small whimper of pain escaped the blonde's lips, and he flinched violently when he felt Damien's hand grip the front of his white dress shirt. Reluctantly, he opened his tear-filled blue eyes.

"No-one disobeys me." Damien growled, sounding almost animalistic and hardly human, and punched Pip in the stomach.

The blonde simply let himself crumple and gave in to the bigger, more powerful noirette. He fully embraced the pain, the fear, the sheer rush of it all. Damien was closer to him than he had been for weeks, and feeling his body heat made Pip's heart jump and flutter. It was a strange feeling, and though Pip felt slightly guilty about it, he took the pain and made it, not exactly pleasurable, but tolerable at the least.

His mind wandered, and Pip found himself recollecting a song he had heard recently that had reminded him strongly of his and Damien's rather rough relationship quite well.

Just gonna stand there and watch me burn?

A blow to the side, a scorching to his hand and arm. He could feel his shirt arm smouldering. He had no doubt that the burns would be severe, as would the bruising.

Well that's alright because I love the way it hurts.

Pip smiled to himself despite the pain. Another blow to the face. Another hand squeezing his hand too tight, more pulling at his hair to force him back. But he didn't mind. He was used to this. People had beat him all the time, in school. Back then Pip had taken it as a compliment – he was obviously worth the effort of beating, and it meant people payed him some sort of attention. He'd never gotten much positive attention in his life. He'd learnt to live with it.

Damien's hands were everywhere; pulling at his hair, forcing his head back, clawing at his back and side, causing the blonde to arch away from the touch and into the demon's body, bruising his arms as he was pinned against the wall, lashing out at every part of Pip he could reach. It hurt, but it was Damien's hands touching him.

Just gonna stand there and hear me cry?

Damien had ceased the punching, and was now stood still, breathing heavily. Pip crawled into the corner, and curled up to the wall, trying to recover. He wiped the blood from his mouth, ran a hand through his hair and straightened his cap, pulled at his tattered, scorched and ruined clothes. His shirt was missing some buttons; one of his sleeves had been burnt off at the elbow; he had gashes in his shorts and shirt that exposed deep scratches and bloody skin. It was only a matter of time before Damien's sheer want would override his anger.

1...

2...

3...

"I'm sorry." Damien whispered huskily.

But that's alright because I love the way you lie...

"I know." Pip managed to mumble.

The Brit was pushed up against the wall, and Damien's lips pressed themselves roughly against Pip's. Yearning desperately for some form of loving affection, Pip returned the kiss enthusiastically, threading his hands through the soft black hair of his lover and pressing himself closer. They both kissed and caressed each other hungrily, and Pip smiled inwardly as he was carried back into the dark bedroom.

-XxX-

Pip woke up the next morning, curled snugly against Damien's warm chest, but feeling sore and stiff. His arms had alarming bruises on them, his left eye felt swollen, and his ribs were aching and purple. He felt scratches all up his body, and small red marks and his neck and chest. He sighed deeply and pressed closer to Damien. He was too much in love with the demonic boy to give him up, even for a short amount of time. Pip was being selfish by staying.

'Maybe he deserves another chance.' His subconscious whispered.

I love the way you lie.

-XxX-

A/N: Woooaaaah. I edited this as I went, rewriting some bits and rewording and adding and subtracting... no multiplying though XD

Pip did get mad, and he was going to leave, but he ended up giving in and forgiving Damien, because he loved him. So is love – you forgive them though they hurt you, and they can hurt you all they want, you will still love and forgive them. That was really deep but meh. True, in my opinion.

I'm worried about this – I dunno, I often wonder if this is simply too mature for me to be writing about. I'll write it anyway, but... eeeeeehhh. Pressuuuuuuuuure *twitch*

This is in my Dip one-shots for now, but I'm considering putting it up on its own, because my other one-shots are a bit more fluffy. This is... I dunno. Could be seriously disturbing.

Tell me if u think I can improve, and also if it should be a separate story (and also, do you think this is T? :S)

Thanks for reading, reviews appreciated!

Jem