This chapter is a few hundred words shorter than the others. Sorry. I couldn't come up with anything for this, since this chapter wasn't even supposed to exist originally. Pip and Damien were supposed to get together at the end of the last chapter, but I ended up liking that ending better so this chapter had to be added.
I don't own South Park.
Falling Snow
Damien jerked awake when his alarm clock forced him out of another awful dream involving Pip. He growled and grabbed the blaring device, throwing it violently against the wall, where it shattered and fell silent.
The dreams were getting worse, it seemed. Pip was no longer being burned by Damien, but by actual fire. The figure was becoming clearer each time and greatly resembled a mummified corpse, its eye sockets hollow and its mouth hanging open in a scream.
He stumbled out of bed, angry, and went into the bathroom. After taking care of everything he need in there he walked out and threw some clothes on, heading downstairs.
Carol greeted him, but he ignored her and left the house, not even bothering with breakfast.
He didn't bother teleporting. He needed time to calm down before going to school. Normally this was accomplished by walking and talking with Pip, but he could no longer do that. Not with the fight they'd had the previous night. He knew he needed to find a way to make up with him soon. It would be far too awkward at school for either of them to stand.
He growled when the school came into sight. Some students wondered around outside while others were entering the building hurriedly. Damien quickly jogged up the stairs, hoping to find Pip before class started.
He hated the thought of having to apologize for something he felt he was in the right over, but he hated the thought of Pip hating him even more.
The hallway was filled with students. Many were chatting with friends or digging through lockers and some were heading to class early.
Damien walked quickly, weaving in and out of crowds of student while heading towards Pip's locker.
He was suddenly stopped by Red stepping in front of him. "Hey." She said, giving him a small smile.
He glared, "Move."
"Did you and Pip have a fight? He walked to school by himself today." She asked, concern making its way onto her face.
"That's none of your fucking business." Damien spat.
"Oh, okay… Well if you need someone to talk to, you can come talk to me." She smiled again.
Damien's glare hardened and for a brief second he considered punching her. The only thing holding him back was the fact that he knew it would end up upsetting Pip.
"You know," He said, slightly calmer but still very annoyed, "A little over a month ago I would have just fucking hit you. I'm busy with something far more important than you right now though, so fuck off before I do decide to hurt you." With that he stepped around her, not bothering with her response, and continued down the hallway.
He saw Pip standing with his locker door open, just staring into it. He looked sad and tired, as though he'd spent most of the night awake, probably crying.
As Damien neared him, he saw Cartman come out of nowhere and slam Pip's locker. The small blonde quickly whirled around, terror on his face as the much larger boy loomed over him.
"Hey! Fuck off!" Damien snapped as he stopped a few feet away. Both boys looked at him.
"Damien?" Pip whimpered.
"I thought you and Pip weren't friends anymore." Cartman said with a sneer. Clyde and Token appeared behind him.
"That's none of your fucking business." Damien growled, "Besides, I told you I'd kill you if you messed with him. I'll keep my promise."
"Oh, I get it." Cartman mocked, smirking, "You want in fairy boy's pants, but he won't let you."
"That has nothing to do with the matter at hand." Damien said, voice low.
"Aw, did you hear that you little fudge packer?" Cartman teased, looking at Pip, "Someone actually likes you!"
Damien stiffened, "Don't you call him that! You take back what you said or else!"
"Or else what?" He mocked.
A strange calmness spread over Damien, his anger seemingly vanishing and being replaced with numbness. He'd only felt this one other time in his life, but he knew what it was.
The calm before the storm.
He walked toward Cartman, stopping incredibly close to him, "Take it. Back." His voice was light and even.
Cartman leaned closer, "Make me."
In an instant, Damien felt his temper flare and he saw red. His fist connected with Cartman's face, knocking the fat boy backwards and into his two "friends" causing all three to fall to the floor and slide a few feet. Several people gasped and backed out of the way.
Damien stood there, fists clinched and teeth gritted, fully intent on killing his target.
"You're so fucking dead!" He yelled. He took a step, planning on finishing this here and now, but someone grabbed his arm.
"Damien!" Pip begged.
His temper still raging, Damien spun around and slammed his fist into the locker, just inches from Pip's head. The blonde gasped and whimpered, releasing his grip. Damien huffed a few times, mind slowly wrapping around what had just occurred. He calmed significantly upon laying his eyes on Pip's stunned face. He relaxed his fists, letting the one against the lockers slide down and gently rest on Pip's head.
"Sorry, Pipsqueak…" Damien mumbled, gently ruffling blonde hair.
"Damien… Hurting then isn't going to fix what they've done to me…"
"But it makes me feel better." His hand slid off and he turned back around, temper rising as soon as he laid his eyes back on Cartman. He stormed over to him, glaring.
"The boy you've tortured for over seven years has asked that I spare you. He is far more merciful than I." Damien growled, leaning over the brown haired boy, "You're getting off easy this time, but the very next time I see you lay a hand on Pip, I will murder you in the most heinous and brutal way possible and force feed your corpse to your own parents." His voice became low and dangerous, face dead serious, eyes burning with hatred. He straightened up and gave Cartman one good kick in the ribs. He smirked at the obvious pain on the boy's face.
He turned away, face falling, and stormed out of the building.
He needed to think.
There was a slight breeze, bringing with it a minor chill. It didn't bother Damien, however. He was too lost in his own head to notice such things.
Starks Pond was completely frozen over, as it usually was, and the snow on the ground was at least a foot deep. Damien had to knock some off of a bench before he took a seat, leaning back with his hands behind his head. He stared up at the sky, at the gray clouds that blotted out the sun and at the light snow fall.
He didn't hear the footsteps crunching through the snow coming his way. It wasn't until someone sat next to him and gently called his name that he snapped out of his daze, looking toward the voice.
Their eyes locked and Pip gave him a worried look. He was seated several inches away.
"Hey." Damien said, unsure of what else he could say.
Pip gave a small but worried smile, "'Ey."
"You should get back to school. You're missing class." Damien said matter-of-factly, looking back up at the sky.
"It's uhlright. I can stand to miss one day."
Damien hummed in response. He felt Pip scoot closer, their legs barely touching now, "It was foughtful of you not to 'urt Cartman."
Damien shrugged, "You didn't want me to. He's not going to get off that lucky again though."
Pip made a thoughtful noise, then shuddered. Damien noticed and lowered his arms, putting some effort into shrugging off his coat.
"Oh, no, tha's uhlright, really!" Pip said, shaking his head.
Damien put the coat over his shoulders anyway, "It's fine. I don't need it."
"Fank you…" Pip said, grasping at the edges of the black coat and pulling them close. Damien let his right arm rest on the bench behind Pip.
They sat in silence.
An odd noise drew Damien's attention. He looked over at Pip, who was biting his lip and looking down, bangs concealing his eyes.
"Pip?"
The blonde sniffled and his shoulder gave a slight shake. Damien leaned over, putting his arm across the slender shoulders and a hand on the closest shoulder, "Pipsqueak?"
Pip broke down, small sobs escaping his throat and his shoulders shaking.
"Pip! Hey, don't cry! I don't know how to handle that!"
"I'm sorry!" Pip sobbed, "I jus' dunno whut to do!"
"What do you mean?"
Pip turned and buried his face in Damien's neck, surprising the Anti-Christ. He relaxed, however, and wrapped his arms around the Brit, burying one hand in soft blonde hair.
"I fought tha' maybe if I ignored it, it would go away, but then you came along and now I dunno whut to do!"
"What're you talking about?"
Pip sniffled and pulled slightly away, staring at Damien's chest, "I'm… gay…"
"And there's nothing wrong with that." Damien finished.
Pip shook his head, eyes closed tightly, "But there is! I could burn in Hell for it! I figured tha' as long as I tried to ignore it and not like anyone, then maybe I'd be okay… But then you came along and you were so nice to me and you uhlways want to 'ang out and you like me too…"
"Do you want me to leave?" Damien suggested, though he really hoped it wasn't what Pip wanted.
"No!" Pip sobbed, burying his face in Damien's neck again, "Jus'…! Jus' tell me whut to do…" He reached up and gripped Damien's shirt, pressing himself close.
Damien gently ran a hand up and down the Brit's back, "I'm a selfish prick, Pip. Of course I want you to be with me, but it's not right for me to decide that for you. All I can say is that it seems pointless to go through life denying who you really are simply because someone told you to. How can you be happy?"
Pip sniffed, shifting in Damien's grasp, his sobs stopping, "Tha' makes sense… You'd make an excellent boyfriend, Damien."
"My offer is still open. It will always be open for you."
Pip moved back slightly, choosing to rest his head on Damien's shoulder instead. He shut his eyes, "Fank you, tha' makes me 'appy."
"Do you want me to walk you home?" Damien offered.
Pip shook his head, "It's far too lonely there."
"I could take you somewhere else? Like a diner or something? Or the theater? I'll take you wherever you wanna go."
"I can't decide."
"Why don't we go to a café? We can just sit and talk while you think over what you wanna do."
Pip opened his eyes, looking out over the white landscape. He waited several seconds before looking up at Damien, "I don't need to fink abou' it."
Before Damien could ask for an explanation, Pip lifted his head, gently cupping Damien's face with one hand and pulling him closer, pressing their lips together in a sweet kiss.
Damien saw fireworks, an electric sensation running up his spine. He shut his eyes and tangled his hand in blonde hair, pulling Pip closer and deepening the kiss.
When they parted Pip's face was pink and both were out of breath. They locked eyes and Pip gave a sweet smile, "I'd really like to be your boyfriend."
"You're a little behind. I decided you were my boyfriend when you kissed me." Damien said with a lopsided grin.
Pip giggled, "Tha' makes me 'appy… I really like you."
"I really like you too."
"I'd 'appily take you up on tha' café offuh…"
"Okay." Damien replied, standing and pulling Pip up with him. Pip shivered and put his arms through the coat's arms, pulling it tight. Damien took pity on the tiny frame and gently took Pip's hands in his own, "I have one more trick up my sleeve."
Pip tilted his head, "More magic?"
Damien nodded, "Do you trust me?"
"Well, yesterday you caught the air on fire, added your name to a list, and took tickets from a booth all wif your mind. Today, we became an item. I fink I trust you." Pip said with humor.
Damien smiled, pulling him into an embrace, "Alright then. Close your eyes."
He felt Pip nuzzle into his chest and squeeze him tightly. He shut his own eyes and in a flash of fire they were behind a Harbucks. "Okay," Damien coaxed, "You can open your eyes now."
Pip pulled away and turned his head, looking around, confusion on his face, "Where are we?"
"Harbucks."
"Well, tha's nifty." Pip said, smiling, "You can teleport anywhere you want?"
Damien nodded, leading Pip out of the ally and toward the entrance, "Yup. I can cross whole continents in a second."
They entered the café and took a seat at a booth in a corner.
"Let me buy you something." Damien offered. Pip smiled, "Puh'aps a 'ot cocoa?"
"Do you want cream and whatever on it?"
"Tha's fine."
Damien slid out of the booth and went to the counter, ordering two hot chocolates. Once he acquired them he carefully carried them back to the seats, setting on down in front of his boyfriend.
"Fank you very much, love." Pip said, blowing on the hot drink.
Damien hummed in response, blowing on his own drink, even though heat never affected him, "Are you going back to school after this?"
"Are you?"
"No."
"Then no." Pip replied with a smile.
Damien gave a small laugh, then reached into his pocket, "I made you something last night."
"Whut?"
"Here." He handed it to Pip.
The blonde held the necklace up and smiled as he looked it over.
It was a very ornate golden cross on a golden chain. The cross itself was inverted and had red jewels in each of the four ends and a blue jewel in the center.
"It's beautiful, Damien! You made it?"
"Yeah, with magic. I know inverted crosses are more of a Catholic thing, but I couldn't pass it up."
"Fank you so much…" Pip said, slipping it on his neck. He looked down at it and his smile broadened.
Damien watched him with a small smile, gently touching his own necklace.
"Are you going to tell your parents?" Pip asked.
"Not just yet. They'll ask too many questions. I hate that." Damien responded before taking a sip of his drink.
Pip looked up at him "Are you worried they'll be mad?"
"No." Damien said, "I just don't feel like explaining myself right now. Maybe in like a few days or a week or whatever."
"You 'ave to tell them eventually." Pip said as he lifted his drink and took a cautious sip.
"Yeah, yeah, I know."
Yay for unnecessary dialog! :D I told you, short chapter. Next one should be longer... a lot longer... Also there will a lemon.
Review?