"Can I ask you something Damien.."
The black clad boy raised a glance at the blonde boy, his eyes burying with an intensity only he could pull off. Kenny lightly frowned, sitting down on the large hot rock that grew out by their home. Sweat pressed down against his olive toned skin making him sigh out. How was Damien still so pale down here?
He could hear the screams of suffering around them causing his ears to ring. His breath came out deeply through his nose. "When I come back do I ever change?" He suddenly asked.
Damien raised an eyebrow.
Kenny gave him a vulnerable look. It was gnawing on his brain like an ankle-biter with a chew toy. He knew Damien knew everything there was to know about his immortality. He also knew Damien was very restricted in what he told Kenny. The sandy blonde just wasn't sure if it was out of amusement or limitation..
His eyes flickered over the heated gaze of the demon in front of him and he winced. He took that back, it was definitely out of amusement. He couldn't imagine anyone telling someone like Damien what to do. As soon as puberty hit and his voice lowered not even his father could control him; but he made a valuable ally.
An almost twisted smiled spread across the demons rosy lips, his eyes swallowing waves of heat. "What would make you think you didn't?" He stated. His voice was deep, husky, and bland.
This made Kenny sigh, his breath heavy. He felt a weight press against his shoulders and his chest. It a mixture of grief and knowing he had to leave soon. "How do I change?" He suddenly asked, his blonde eyebrows furrowed. He knew that was going to be the most straightforward answer he got, but the question was looming over his cerebral cortex like a blanket against a heater.
"How about I make you a deal?" Damien suddenly asked. The taller demon turned to him, his scruffy hair brushing in the hot wind of Hell. Kenny looked up at the black clad man, his eyes dull but curious. He adjusted his black denim vest. "You want my soul, Damien?" He winked playfully.
Damien just glared at him, eyes narrowed to a thick angry slit. "Don't be ridiculous. I could have your soul right now." He stated, a smile tugging on his lips. "This isn't a politically correct place, Kenny. I don't need your fucking consent down below.."
Kenny just laughed at that, his eyes lighting up in mirth from the awful joke. The tone between the two seemed to lighten up. He suddenly stood up, brushing himself off before shoving his hands into his pockets. "Then what?" He asked curiously.
Damien just raised a thick curved brow, black hair dusting over his shoulders. "I have a soul I want to collect. Help me with that and I'll help you figure out your immortality." He stated, his eyes dark and bold.
Kenny smirked in amusement. "I'm guessing this soul belongs to a certain Pip Pirrup?" He coos. Damien just looked away looking tense. It was amazing Kenny knew the one topic that wore this demon down. He stepped forward, blonde hair blowing as a deep white light sudden surrounded him. Damien cast him a glance, his clothes rippling in the intensity of the sudden burst of color.
"Throw in some cash and you got a deal Thorne. I'll see you on the surface.." he stated. He thought back to his sister Karen, his heart sinking in his chest as he sudden vanished from his surroundings.
He'd need the money to get her back...
Gray eyes popped open with such force his face suddenly hurt. He sat up in bed and gasped out heavily, his whole body heaving.
Apparently the force was enough to startle the figure asleep next to him. Kenny watched rubbing his own eyes panting as Kyle shuffled and slid out of bed like a fire alarm just went off. "Jesus- Dude- wh-what.."
Kenny smiled a bit catching his breath and pulled Kyle back into the bed by his waist. The red head attempted to peel out of his grasp and lecture him but Kenny saw his shoulders slump in tired defeat. His eyes trailed over the tired form of his boyfriend.
Kyle was a pale freckled boy with pale skin, thick crimson curls and dark lashes that brushed over his spotted cheeks. The boy looked back at Kenny, sighing out shakily. "Kenny are you.. okay?" He suddenly asked trying to blink the sleep out of his emerald orbs. Kenny just smiled. "Yeah I just have a question.." he stated.
Kyle nodded tiredly and moved to lay back down in bed. His waist pressed against Kenny's hips and his breath came out shallow and low. "I guess.." the red head mumbled slumping against the bed. Kenny looked over him before sliding the covers back over his thin sleepy frame. "Do you know where Pip Pirrup is?" He suddenly asked.
This caught Kyle's attention. His green eyes opened and narrowed accusingly. Why the hell would Kenny ask him that? He pressed more against the blondes warm chest trying not to let the question bother him.
"Somewhere in England studying abroad.. or.. I don't know is it still studying abroad if you're from the place?" He asked tiredly. Kenny just chuckled at the question running his fingers through the others thick red curls. "I don't know, actually. But I do know.." he paused thinking of his words carefully.
"We're going on a trip to England."
Now that woke Kyle up.