Chapter 6: Shift in Innocence Level

"Please wake up," Pip muttered to the still form on the bed in front of where he was sitting on a worn dark green footstool he'd accidentally found while looking for bandages for Damien's bleeding hand.

He had gotten lucky that the Jetta had been left unlocked with the keys in the ignition otherwise he would've had a harder time of getting the anti-Christ into the car and back to his apartment. Pip had put Damien in the passenger's seat and, though he hadn't had much time driving, got back to the apartment fairly quickly and without incident. And though Damien had been slightly heavy, Pip managed to carry him from his parking space, through the door of the apartment, and into the bedroom to drop him onto the bed. It had taken a few more minutes to find bandages, but when he did, he cleaned and bandaged Damien's burned hand then tucked him into the bed.

With the exception of the few times he'd gotten up for the necessities - the toilet, food, drink - Pip hadn't left Damien's side in the six hours he'd been unconscious. He was getting worried, the noirette's breathing was shallow, his chest barely rising with each breath and he was paler than before. There had been a few times he worried that Damien wasn't going to wake up and those thoughts had brought tears to his eyes. Damien couldn't die; he couldn't leave Pip all alone…not after he had finally come back for him after so many years of being separated.

As he watched Damien's chest just barely rise and fall, the thought that that shallow breath might slow even further and eventually just stop crossed Pip's mind once again. Tears flooded his eyes and this time he grabbed onto Damien's pale uninjured hand. "Please wake up Damien," he cried as the tears finally fell down his face, "please. I'm sorry you went through this pain, but please don't die. Please wake up!" He looked up at Damien's face, remaining unchanged in pallor and position, his mouth hanging just slightly open and his eyes softly closed. "Damien…please…"

There was more silence as Pip sat there waiting for a response of any kind. Even just a little groan to signal Damien was beginning to stir from his unconscious state would've made the blonde happy, but it didn't happen, the silence remained. Needing to refill the glass he'd set beside him that'd had some tap water in it, Pip kissed the corner of Damien's mouth and stood with the glass in hand to refill it.

Something grabbed onto Pip's hand, startling him and causing him to drop the plastic glass to the floor. He turned around and saw Damien looking at him through half-open eyelids, his face had gotten its slight color back and his breathing had become normal. The Brit smiled and dove forward to wrap his arms around Damien's neck as relieved tears fell from his face. He was awake, he was alive!

"Ow," Damien groaned, "I still kinda hurt Pip…"

Pip sat up slightly, his hands bracing against the pillow on either side of the anti-Christ's head. His slight stayed in place and tears kept falling from his eyes. "Sorry, I…I'm just so happy you woke up."

Damien smiled softly. "It's not that easy to get rid of me."

"That's good to know." He let the heels of his hands slip so that he fell down to his elbows, lowering himself closer to the noirette's face, and smiled too. "I don't want to lose you."

"You won't," Damien leaned up and captured the Brit's lips in a quick chaste kiss, "I promise."

Pip's smile returned. "Thank you…Damien…"

Unexpectedly, Damien grabbed onto Pip's shoulders and spun them so that he was top of the blonde with his legs straddling his waist. He smirked when he saw a deep blush form the Brit's face. His smirk vanished from his face, replaced by a serious look. "Don't thank me. You could've been killed…I would've never been able to forgive myself had that happened."

"Damien?" His eyes widened slightly as Damien brought their lips together and snaked his tongue into his mouth. Unlike the night before, the kiss wasn't rushed and sloppy, it was slow and passionate, deepening slowly with each passing second.

Pip's eyes finally slipped closed as his arms enclosed Damien's neck to be sure that the contact couldn't be broken. One of Damien's hands moved to travel under the sleeveless turtleneck Pip was still wearing, his fingers were splayed across the blonde's lean chest and tracing random patterns softly all over his torso. When the Brit moaned, he pushed up the shirt and moved down to plant a kiss and the center of the pale, flat chest. He slid further down and put another kiss on Pip's equally lean stomach. Smoothly Damien unfastened the belt and shorts from Pip's waist and pulled them down and off with his boxers at once to show Pip's hard dick.

The blonde turned redder. "Damien, what are you doing?"

"Pip," he kissed the tip of Pip's dick where pre-come was beginning to leak, "you're so beautiful."

"N-No," Pip muttered so softly Damien could barely hear it, "not there…"

"Yes," he lapped up some of the pre-come and removed his shirt as he moved to be hovering over Pip's face, "there." He caressed Pip's cheek. "Your face," his hands moved back to his chest, "your chest," his hands snaked around Pip's backside and gently grabbed onto his ass as he slid out of his shorts and boxers, "your ass. Everywhere Pip…you're beautiful everywhere."

Pip smiled just slightly. "Damien…I love you," he mumbled the last three words with his blush still in place.

Damien smiled and gave the blonde another kiss. "I love you too, my Pip." He moved his hips down and forward so that his tip was beginning to probe Pip's asshole.

The Brit froze and grabbed onto Damien's shoulders. "D-Damien…wait…"

"Don't worry," he grabbed Pip's hands and entwined their fingers together before gently pinning them down on either side of the blonde's head, "I'll be gentle."

Biting his bottom lip, Pip nodded and gripped onto Damien's hands as the noirette slowly entered him. Damien waited as Pip tensed and squeezed his eyes shut for a few moments before finally relaxing around him. When his eyes opened they were coated in both lust and love and though he was shaking, he smiled at the teen hovering over him and said that it was okay for him to move.

Damien nodded, and, true to his word, gently moved inside of Pip. His movements couldn't even be considered thrusting really, just slow, deliberate glide; he pushed himself deeper inside with each forward movement. Pip's back arched just slightly as he moaned through ground teeth. Heat was filling him up from head to toe, combining with the nervous sweat on his forehead to make him feel as if he'd just stepped out of the shower. He gulped in a breath of air and immediately released it as Damien finally hit his prostate.

"Damien," he groaned, "that felt good. Right there, again."

Damien raised an eyebrow at the sudden shift in "innocence level" but complied and hit Pip's prostate again. The Brit moaned loudly and begged Damien to go harder and faster, which the anti-Christ did happily. The two carried on like that for a bit longer, enjoying the connection and friction that came with their movement, Pip crying out Damien's name and gripping onto his hands with each thrust that hit his prostate.

Pip wrapped his legs around Damien's waist as the noirette moaned, "I'm gonna come…"

"I am too," Pip groaned.

With one final hard thrust, Damien buried himself deep inside of the blonde and came as Pip shot his on load onto the noirette's stomach. Damien collapsed on top of Pip, who had finally relaxed entirely against the mattress and had stopped gripping Damien's hands. Both were panting, Damien from not expecting to do more than just slowly move, and Pip because he hadn't expected to have sex at all today - plus he hadn't had sex but one other time and that had been over a year ago. The act had taken a lot out of them, more than they would admit to each other.

"Pip." Damien looked over at his blonde where his head had landed beside Pip's head on the mattress between strands of his own black hair.

Pip turned his head so he could look into Damien's eyes and smiled. "Yes?"

"…I know I should've asked this before," the anti-Christ muttered solemnly, "but it's just in my nature to jump at an opportunity at the first possible moment…because those moments are rare."

The smiled dropped from Pip's face. "What are you talking about?"

Weakly Damien pushed himself up just slightly with his fingers still linked in Pip's so that he was hovering just inches above the Brit's face. "A bit ago you said that you loved me, and I just wanted to know if you knew what you were saying. I've been told these things before and then found out that I really hurt someone by believing them, and in turn, it hurt me…so I just want to know–" He was cut off by Pip's lips touching his own ever so softly.

When their lips parted, Pip smiled warmly at the teen over him. "Of course I knew what I was saying, and of course I meant it. I would never lie to you, or anybody, about how I felt. Even if it were to kill me, I would gladly announce it to the world. Damien, I really do love you."

After a moment to allow the blonde's words to sink in, Damien chuckled. "I thought I was supposed to be the one saying cheesy lines." He leaned down for another quick kiss and then turned them so they were lying on their sides cuddling. "I love you, my Pip."

If this chapter seems weird in any way, it is because I am running a mild fever and therefore am sick.