Warning- I don't own South Park, I could never be that clever to think of
it.
Another Warning- This is a Slash! This means guy on guy. Don't like it? Go away! I know plenty of people who do!
Yet Another Warning- Ok I had to raise the rating for a reason, and that reason is because that there is a lemon scene in here. wimpers don't hurt me! It just seemed to add to the intensity to the story!
CHAPTER 5
I haven't talked to Damien in a week and I think I've recut open my Damien scar 20 times this week. I can't help it. I hate it that were not talking, but fuck! He pissed the shit out of me on vacation. I guess we deserve it. We both fucked up. But last night I woke up and I heard Damien crying at my door. I know I'm not the only one suffering. It has to be like this. I know it. Darkness told me to move on, but it's becoming harder and harder everyday.
I went for a walk to Stark's Pond. I hadn't left the house all week and I needed to exercise. I saw so many kids swimming in the lake. I love summer sometimes. It can be so much fun. I miss being a kid sometimes. Swimming in Stark's Pond with Damien and Douggie. Those where the good ole days. A 14 year old came running up to me. He was shorter than me and had huge thick glasses.
"Pip! Where were you all week!?!" He yells at me.
"I'm sorry, Douggie. Damien and I went on a vacation." I say.
"You missed exams!" Douggie yells.
"Eh I still got next year, and it's not like I didn't pass with honors." I say.
"So, did Damien confess his love to you yet?" He asks.
My eyes sadden. "Let's not talk about him." I say.
"Ew. You guys got in a fight. What happened?" Douggie asks.
"Stuff. Lots and lots of stuff." I tell the teen.
"Must be bad." He says.
"It is." I say, looking around for anyone who looked familiar. I saw Eric Cartman stomping toward me. I yank Douggie to run with me to the other side of the lake. When I didn't see Eric following us, I stopped.
"You should talk to him." Douggie says.
"No. I know I'll make it worse. I always do. And the last thing I need is to be thrown out of the apartment when I have no where to go." I say.
"Well, if he does, you can always come and live with me. My parents shouldn't care. They like you." Douggie offers.
"Thanks but I'm not gonna talk to him." I say.
"Have you cut?" He asks, catching me off-guard.
"What?!" I ask, nervously.
"Don't act like a dumb blond. Just cause you are one, doesn't mean you can act like one. Now again, have you cut over the situation?" Douggie asks.
I admire Douggie. For being so young, he is so smart. That's mainly why I hang out with him. I sigh and lower my head. My blond hair falls in my face. "Yes, massively." I confess, softly.
"Then this situation CAN'T get any worse." Douggie says. Maybe he's right. I can't be anymore miserable. The next thing is suside and I don't want to die. I guess I could talk to him.
(LEMON SCENE COMING UP!)
That night, I sat in Damien's room waiting for him to come home. I heard him slamming the front door and stomping to his room. My stomach clenched. What if this turns out to be realy bad and he hits me or sends some evil demons from hell on me? He swings his door open and his angry eyes soften.
"Pipper?" He asks.
"C-Can w-we talk?" I ask, nervously and shaking. Ok I can do this. Nothing bad is gonna happen.
He walks over to his bed and sits next to me. "Of course we can." He says.
"Um I'm just gonna ask you bluntly. Did you try to use me on vacation?" I ask.
He sighs and lowers his head. "Yes and no. At first, my whole plan was to suck you in and get you to fuck me. But then when I kissed you in the motel room, I don't know, everything changed. I didn't want to fuck. I wanted to make love. I know I sound like a loser, but it's true. Then when you confronted me at the club, I thought back to what I was doing. Even if I didn't mean to trick you for a fuck, it was how I was acting. I unintentaly aimed to get laid. But I don't want that. Not from you, Pip. I-I love you." Damien explains.
Tears rimmed my eyes. "I love you, Damien. When you kissed me, I had hope. I had hope for the first time in a long time. When you didn't fight back and prove me wrong, I wanted to die. I wanted a quick and painful death. I don't want to feel like that ever again. Then when I saw you cutting yourself in the motel like that, it killed me. I wanted to take your knife and stab myself. Don't do that to me again, Damien." I say, tears flowing down my face.
Damien kissed me. I threw my arms around him and allowed him to dominate the kiss. He bit on my lower lip and I opened my mouth for him to enter it. He broke away after a few minutes and stared into my eyes. "I love you, Pip. I'm sorry I did that to you." He says, without a stutter this time. I pressed my swollen lips against his. Please be sincere to your words, Damien, Please be sincere! He gently laid me down on his bed. "A-Are you sure you wanna go on? If not-"Damien starts but I pressed a finger to his lips.
"I w-want to do this. But I..." I start. I've never done this before. So I'm a bit nervous.
"It's ok. I know. I'll go slow." Damien says and kisses at my neck. I feel him leaving little bite marks there. I feel his hands go up under my shirt and he takes it off. I hear him gasp. "P-Pip." He chokes.
My cuts. My smile fades. "I know there bad." I reply.
I hear him quietly sobbing. "Oh god. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." He says and I feel the tears falling onto my chest. He ran a finger across my 'Damien' cut. "God, I don't ever want to cause you any pain ever again." He says before kissing the cut of his name.
Him crying caused me to cry. I took off his shirt and cried on his chest. "Please be sincere to your words." I cry.
He lifts my chin to look him in the eyes. His face was a wet as mine. "I am." He says and kisses me. He unbuttons my pants while he gently kisses my chest, avoiding the cuts. He pulls them off and I return the favor. He kisses around my cock and then takes me in his mouth. I moan instantly.
"Damien...You gonna stop!" I cry out.
He stops. "What's wrong." He asks, worriedly.
"I-I just wanna hold off as long a I can." I say, blushing.
He nods and looks around. "Hold on." He says and hops off the bed. He runs over to his dresser and pulls out a thing of lubricant. He coats himself and kisses me at the same time. Ok now I'm getting nervous. It's now or never. He lifts my legs and gets in position. "Ok are you 100% positive that you want to do this."
I nod. "Yeah. I want you to do this." I assure him. Why can't I relax?
He eases into me slowly. I whimper. Even if he is going slow. It still hurts. "It's ok." He says, repeadilty. He finally gets all the way in and I sigh in relief. He starts to get a pase going. After awhile, pain became pleasure and cries became moans. I couldn't help but get sucked into Damien's eyes. They assured me that he loves me. I clung to his chest and kissed at it. I was the first to come. A few seconds after, Damien came. He collapsed onto of me. "You are beautiful, Pip." He said, kissing at my chest.
"I have to disagree with you on that, Damien. You are beautiful. Everything about you is perfect. Everything about this was...perfect. I mean...wow." I say.
"Your one of those talkers after sex, aren't you?" He jokes.
"Leave me alone." I say, blushing.
"Don't feel bad, I am too." He says and kisses me. I go to stand up when Damien pushes me back down onto the bed. "Stay here." He says.
"I gotta get cleaned up. I have come all over me!" I say.
Damien goes down and licks me clean. I feel me getting hard again. "Someone's getting frisky again" He says, flicking my semi-erect cock.
I sigh and shake my head. "No more tonight. I don't think I can handle it." I say.
"Ok, ok." He says. I crawl under his covers and Damien gets in next to me. He kisses the back of my head. "'Night love." He says and I fall asleep.
I wake up. I smile. We did it. We actually did it. I squeal and close my eyes. Everything about it was perfect. It was extra special cause it was with someone I actually love.
"Hey Damien..." I say and turn around to talk to him. He wasn't there. My smile fades. "Damien?" I call out though the apartment. I got no response. I sat up and looked around. Nothing. Not even a note. I groan and fall back onto my pillows.
It was a quick fuck. That asshole. I throw a pillow at the wall. "FUCK YOU DAMIEN!" I scream. I feel the tears fill my eyes. I'm not gonna cry over him. He's not fucking worth it. I think back to last night. God; he is worth it, but, fuck, he's not. I have never been this torn in two. I hate him.
Authors Note: There you have it folks. The Pip and Damien love-making scene. See? Didn't it bring a tear to your eye? I was in tears when I was typing it up and reading it over. I think I did a pretty good job. This was my first lemon scene with two guys. But I've read soooooooo many stories that I guess I did a good job. Well I hope you all find it in the 'R' rating. (the downfall to a good lemon scene) The next two chapters are very depressing, so get ready for that. It's the start of the downward spiral. 8 I'm gonna go, Later.
Another Warning- This is a Slash! This means guy on guy. Don't like it? Go away! I know plenty of people who do!
Yet Another Warning- Ok I had to raise the rating for a reason, and that reason is because that there is a lemon scene in here. wimpers don't hurt me! It just seemed to add to the intensity to the story!
CHAPTER 5
I haven't talked to Damien in a week and I think I've recut open my Damien scar 20 times this week. I can't help it. I hate it that were not talking, but fuck! He pissed the shit out of me on vacation. I guess we deserve it. We both fucked up. But last night I woke up and I heard Damien crying at my door. I know I'm not the only one suffering. It has to be like this. I know it. Darkness told me to move on, but it's becoming harder and harder everyday.
I went for a walk to Stark's Pond. I hadn't left the house all week and I needed to exercise. I saw so many kids swimming in the lake. I love summer sometimes. It can be so much fun. I miss being a kid sometimes. Swimming in Stark's Pond with Damien and Douggie. Those where the good ole days. A 14 year old came running up to me. He was shorter than me and had huge thick glasses.
"Pip! Where were you all week!?!" He yells at me.
"I'm sorry, Douggie. Damien and I went on a vacation." I say.
"You missed exams!" Douggie yells.
"Eh I still got next year, and it's not like I didn't pass with honors." I say.
"So, did Damien confess his love to you yet?" He asks.
My eyes sadden. "Let's not talk about him." I say.
"Ew. You guys got in a fight. What happened?" Douggie asks.
"Stuff. Lots and lots of stuff." I tell the teen.
"Must be bad." He says.
"It is." I say, looking around for anyone who looked familiar. I saw Eric Cartman stomping toward me. I yank Douggie to run with me to the other side of the lake. When I didn't see Eric following us, I stopped.
"You should talk to him." Douggie says.
"No. I know I'll make it worse. I always do. And the last thing I need is to be thrown out of the apartment when I have no where to go." I say.
"Well, if he does, you can always come and live with me. My parents shouldn't care. They like you." Douggie offers.
"Thanks but I'm not gonna talk to him." I say.
"Have you cut?" He asks, catching me off-guard.
"What?!" I ask, nervously.
"Don't act like a dumb blond. Just cause you are one, doesn't mean you can act like one. Now again, have you cut over the situation?" Douggie asks.
I admire Douggie. For being so young, he is so smart. That's mainly why I hang out with him. I sigh and lower my head. My blond hair falls in my face. "Yes, massively." I confess, softly.
"Then this situation CAN'T get any worse." Douggie says. Maybe he's right. I can't be anymore miserable. The next thing is suside and I don't want to die. I guess I could talk to him.
(LEMON SCENE COMING UP!)
That night, I sat in Damien's room waiting for him to come home. I heard him slamming the front door and stomping to his room. My stomach clenched. What if this turns out to be realy bad and he hits me or sends some evil demons from hell on me? He swings his door open and his angry eyes soften.
"Pipper?" He asks.
"C-Can w-we talk?" I ask, nervously and shaking. Ok I can do this. Nothing bad is gonna happen.
He walks over to his bed and sits next to me. "Of course we can." He says.
"Um I'm just gonna ask you bluntly. Did you try to use me on vacation?" I ask.
He sighs and lowers his head. "Yes and no. At first, my whole plan was to suck you in and get you to fuck me. But then when I kissed you in the motel room, I don't know, everything changed. I didn't want to fuck. I wanted to make love. I know I sound like a loser, but it's true. Then when you confronted me at the club, I thought back to what I was doing. Even if I didn't mean to trick you for a fuck, it was how I was acting. I unintentaly aimed to get laid. But I don't want that. Not from you, Pip. I-I love you." Damien explains.
Tears rimmed my eyes. "I love you, Damien. When you kissed me, I had hope. I had hope for the first time in a long time. When you didn't fight back and prove me wrong, I wanted to die. I wanted a quick and painful death. I don't want to feel like that ever again. Then when I saw you cutting yourself in the motel like that, it killed me. I wanted to take your knife and stab myself. Don't do that to me again, Damien." I say, tears flowing down my face.
Damien kissed me. I threw my arms around him and allowed him to dominate the kiss. He bit on my lower lip and I opened my mouth for him to enter it. He broke away after a few minutes and stared into my eyes. "I love you, Pip. I'm sorry I did that to you." He says, without a stutter this time. I pressed my swollen lips against his. Please be sincere to your words, Damien, Please be sincere! He gently laid me down on his bed. "A-Are you sure you wanna go on? If not-"Damien starts but I pressed a finger to his lips.
"I w-want to do this. But I..." I start. I've never done this before. So I'm a bit nervous.
"It's ok. I know. I'll go slow." Damien says and kisses at my neck. I feel him leaving little bite marks there. I feel his hands go up under my shirt and he takes it off. I hear him gasp. "P-Pip." He chokes.
My cuts. My smile fades. "I know there bad." I reply.
I hear him quietly sobbing. "Oh god. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." He says and I feel the tears falling onto my chest. He ran a finger across my 'Damien' cut. "God, I don't ever want to cause you any pain ever again." He says before kissing the cut of his name.
Him crying caused me to cry. I took off his shirt and cried on his chest. "Please be sincere to your words." I cry.
He lifts my chin to look him in the eyes. His face was a wet as mine. "I am." He says and kisses me. He unbuttons my pants while he gently kisses my chest, avoiding the cuts. He pulls them off and I return the favor. He kisses around my cock and then takes me in his mouth. I moan instantly.
"Damien...You gonna stop!" I cry out.
He stops. "What's wrong." He asks, worriedly.
"I-I just wanna hold off as long a I can." I say, blushing.
He nods and looks around. "Hold on." He says and hops off the bed. He runs over to his dresser and pulls out a thing of lubricant. He coats himself and kisses me at the same time. Ok now I'm getting nervous. It's now or never. He lifts my legs and gets in position. "Ok are you 100% positive that you want to do this."
I nod. "Yeah. I want you to do this." I assure him. Why can't I relax?
He eases into me slowly. I whimper. Even if he is going slow. It still hurts. "It's ok." He says, repeadilty. He finally gets all the way in and I sigh in relief. He starts to get a pase going. After awhile, pain became pleasure and cries became moans. I couldn't help but get sucked into Damien's eyes. They assured me that he loves me. I clung to his chest and kissed at it. I was the first to come. A few seconds after, Damien came. He collapsed onto of me. "You are beautiful, Pip." He said, kissing at my chest.
"I have to disagree with you on that, Damien. You are beautiful. Everything about you is perfect. Everything about this was...perfect. I mean...wow." I say.
"Your one of those talkers after sex, aren't you?" He jokes.
"Leave me alone." I say, blushing.
"Don't feel bad, I am too." He says and kisses me. I go to stand up when Damien pushes me back down onto the bed. "Stay here." He says.
"I gotta get cleaned up. I have come all over me!" I say.
Damien goes down and licks me clean. I feel me getting hard again. "Someone's getting frisky again" He says, flicking my semi-erect cock.
I sigh and shake my head. "No more tonight. I don't think I can handle it." I say.
"Ok, ok." He says. I crawl under his covers and Damien gets in next to me. He kisses the back of my head. "'Night love." He says and I fall asleep.
I wake up. I smile. We did it. We actually did it. I squeal and close my eyes. Everything about it was perfect. It was extra special cause it was with someone I actually love.
"Hey Damien..." I say and turn around to talk to him. He wasn't there. My smile fades. "Damien?" I call out though the apartment. I got no response. I sat up and looked around. Nothing. Not even a note. I groan and fall back onto my pillows.
It was a quick fuck. That asshole. I throw a pillow at the wall. "FUCK YOU DAMIEN!" I scream. I feel the tears fill my eyes. I'm not gonna cry over him. He's not fucking worth it. I think back to last night. God; he is worth it, but, fuck, he's not. I have never been this torn in two. I hate him.
Authors Note: There you have it folks. The Pip and Damien love-making scene. See? Didn't it bring a tear to your eye? I was in tears when I was typing it up and reading it over. I think I did a pretty good job. This was my first lemon scene with two guys. But I've read soooooooo many stories that I guess I did a good job. Well I hope you all find it in the 'R' rating. (the downfall to a good lemon scene) The next two chapters are very depressing, so get ready for that. It's the start of the downward spiral. 8 I'm gonna go, Later.