Chapter 10

…Two Months Later…

Out of breath from the rigorous training he's having to endure, Tweek bent over with his hands resting on his knees, panting. He glanced up at where Damien was glaring down at him from between a part in his now shoulder length shaggy blonde hair. His husband was pushing him to his absolute limit again, no matter how dangerous he knew it was. This was starting to get to be more than poor Tweek could handle.

After learning of Craig's, well, "betrayal" to the promise of their eternal love, Tweek had insisted that Damien teach him how to use fire to his benefit. And thanks to the amount of demon blood he received from their wedding, the training was easy…well, easier than it would've been if he were still completely of human blood.

Damien was more than willing to help, but he had a problem with allowing Tweek a break to catch his breath. The blonde had even passed out on the grounds just outside of the manor more than once.

But there was only one problem with the continued training…

Tweek's rage towards Craig was subsiding quickly, and he wasn't sure if he really wanted to keep the training up. After all, he knew that it was going towards was his eventual violent confrontation with Craig, and he couldn't hold it in for another nine months.

"Come on Tweek," Damien practically yelled at him, "get up! We're continuing!"

"D-Damien," Tweek stopped to gulp down a breath, "I need to rest." He brought the back of his hand across his forehead. He was sweating like a pig in the middle of the summer.

The anti-Christ crossed his arms over his chest and knit his eyebrows together. He was not going to allow Tweek to just slack off! "You can't rest Tweek," he stepped forward as his form and voice shifted to the noirette that kick-started the training; he gently grabbed onto Tweek's chin to lift his head up, "or you will never be able to get revenge for my lie."

Tweek ground his teeth together; a single tear slipped down his face, and, in his sudden found fury, a small fireball formed in his right hand. "Damn you!" He lashed out with the fireball, trying to connect his palm with the false-Craig's face.

Quickly Damien jumped back and transformed back into himself. "Good!" But slower…he's getting lazy…

The fireball fizzled into nothing from Tweek's hand as the blonde hit his knees and black spots began to dance in front of his eyes. He fell forward onto shaking arms from his exhaustion. He couldn't go on anymore. If he did anymore, he was going to pass out.

"D-Damien," Tweek panted, "I can't d-do anymore…"

"Yes you can," Damien said rather loudly. "Get up."

"I can't…"

"Yes you can. Do it! Get up!"

Tweek gulped down a few more breaths of air and forced himself to stand on shaking legs. "O…Okay…" His entire body began to shake, barely able to support him. "I'm," he gulped down more air, "I'm ready."

Damien nodded once sharply. "Right." He bounded forward with one fist raised to strike at Tweek, but as he swung at the blonde collapsed to the black rock ground. The anti-Christ stopped and sighed. Damn that his husband was human, it made things so much harder on him! He knit his eyebrows together and glared down at Tweek. "Get up!"

"I…c-can't move…" Tweek muttered weakly; he was on the verge of passing out.

"Yes you can, you have my blood in you! Now get up!"

Not wanting to anger Damien further, Tweek tried to push himself back up his feet, but only managed to move a little before his exhausted body fell to the ground and the black took over his vision.

Damien sighed deeply when this happened. Why was it that every time they went to train, it always ended with Tweek passing out? He knelt down next to the blonde and shook his head. "You can be a real pain in the ass, you know…?" He slipped his arms underneath Tweek and picked him up bridal style.

Slowly Damien rose to his feet to make his way for him and Tweek's mini-apartment. He glanced down at the face of the man that was hugged to his chest with a slight sigh. He had to admit that Tweek's sleeping face, even when it was from unconsciousness, was cute. He almost smiled at the soft face, his red eyes finally drinking in the feminine curvatures and dips of Tweek's face, and the blue-black rings underneath the blonde's closed golden eyes.

The moment Damien realized his heart was picking up its pace he turned his eyes away to look in front of them as he walked down the hall. Even after three months together, he refused to believe that there was a part of him that cared for Tweek more than he was letting on. After all, he loved watching the blonde suffer and breakdown when he's reminded that Craig may no longer love him, and he got off nearly every time he screamed in pain over something Damien did to him. That wasn't love for Tweek, that was love for seeing Tweek suffer. But he was a demon after all; the line between the two was obscured for him.

Damien shouldered open the door to the mini-apartment and walked over to the bed to rest his husband gently down on the bed. As he was pulling the sheet and comforter over Tweek, Satan poked his head into the room.

"He passed out again?" The king of Hell asked concernedly.

Damien nodded. "He did."

"You're pushing him too hard Damien," Satan chastised, "he's going to do more than just pass out one of these days if you keep this up."

"He needs to get better though," Damien said defensively. "I can't be here to defend him at all times, so he needs to learn how to defend himself."

"But if you keep this up, then he'll lost his humanity…Tweek will become a demon. His eyes are already tinted red."

Damien smirked and leaned down to plant a kiss on the blonde's forehead, just to hide the smirk. "Then it's a risk we'll have to take."

Satan's eyes narrowed at his son's words. "Damien," he grabbed onto Damien's shoulder and yanked him out the door, "we need to talk." The door slammed behind the two.

…

He wasn't sure how long it was after he passed out that he finally woke up, but when Tweek woke up next, he felt a little, well, loopy. His head was pounding in his ears and it felt like the room was spinning.

Slowly Tweek stood to stumble over to the bathroom for a couple of Tylenol to make everything feel right in his head again. Or, as right in his head as he could get.

While walking towards the bathroom, Tweek tripped over a t-shirt that had been thrown onto the floor. He grabbed onto the bed post with a short scream and then straightened himself back to a stand.

"Tweek," a familiar voice said in the blonde's mind.

Tweek's eyes widened as he looked behind him. Standing there in a blue t-shirt and black pants, and surrounded by a light purple glow, was a smiling Craig. "C-Craig?"

Soft music began to play around him as he reached out for the blonde. "Please, dance with me."

Entirely entranced by what was happening, Tweek walked over towards the glowing Craig and grabbed onto his hand. Immediately, Craig swung him into a smooth, fluid dance.

"The soft white sand beneath the cold blue waves. I bid thee farewell today. Today, I follow you into the grave. Flung headfirst into the sunset I create. The carriage ride, black as night. I'm bleeding, I'm broken, I'm barely alive."

Craig spun Tweek around and then faded away. For the moment his eyes couldn't see Craig, Tweek felt a twinge of panic that disappeared when Craig reappeared behind him. The noirette gently grabbed onto Tweek's waist and hand, and held him close.

"The carriage ride. Time to turn out the lights. I won't focus on the pain. I'll just, focus on your eyes."

Craig leaned his head down close to Tweek's ear. "I still love you Tweekers."

"I alone have control of, my own destiny. No fate but what I create."

Tweek's eyes watered. "I l-love you too Craig…" He smiled happily as Craig twirled him around elegantly.

"And I chose. To be with the one I love, who loves me. Eden gave that right to me. The carriage ride, black as night. I'm bleeding, I'm broken, I'm barely alive. The carriage ride. Time to turn out the lights."

Craig grabbed onto Tweek again and danced with him over to the kitchen area. He returned the smile Tweek gave him, both of them happy with the moment.

"I won't focus on the pain. I'll just, focus on your eyes."

The noirette stopped them and reached back for a kitchen knife. Tweek's eyes widened in fear. "W-What are you doing?"

"Tweek," Craig handed the blonde the knife and stepped back, "don't you want to be free of him?"

"To die, to sleep. In the arms of the one. I've been aching."

"…Yes…b-but Craig I don't w-want to–"

Craig placed one finger over Tweek's lips to shush him. "Don't worry babe," he smiled, "just look at me when the blade cuts deep."

Shaking, Tweek nodded and pressed the blade of the knife to the underside of his wrist, his eyes fixed with Craig's. "O-Okay…"

"I know it's time, to turn out the lights. Won't focus on the pain. I'll just, focus on your eyes. Focus on your eyes."

A short scream escaped Tweek as the blade penetrated his skin, and the tears spilled over. He muttered that he couldn't do it and pulled the blade away. Craig grabbed Tweek's hand and his wrist and joined the blade to his flesh again.

"You can Tweekers. You can be free of him. Just look at me and don't think of what you're doing."

"Focus on your eyes."

As the blade continued along his flesh, the door to the mini-apartment opened to Damien. "Tweek, I'm ba–WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" He dashed over to the blonde and yanked the knife away from him. He threw it into the sink then grabbed onto Tweek's wrist to look at the bleeding cut. "Shit! What were you thinking?"

Tweek looked over Damien's shoulder at where Craig had been standing a moment ago.

"Focus on your eyes."

"I wanted to be with Craig again," he muttered sadly.

"You idiot! Craig's not dead! Fuck!" Damien pulled Tweek over to the bathroom for bandages to wrap around his wrist.

"But," Tweek glanced out into the main room, "he was just here…"