Well here ya go! Hope this is worth the long wait! I wanted to make it worth it, but doing that just made the wait longer *sweat drops*
Damien smirked at Kenny as the blonde whined. It wasn't his fault Pip had gotten mad and dragged Butters off before Kenny could take him into a closet and have his wicked way with him.
"Do something, Damien!" The parka-clad boy begged.
"Dude, are you crying?" Damien asked, shocked to find that he really did have tears in his eyes.
"They're for dramatic effect." Kenny deadpanned. He wiped them away and grinned.
"You're an idiot. And besides, what can I do?" Damien scoffed.
"You can always, you know…distract Pip." He said, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.
"Oh yeah, cause Pip's gonna calm down if I try to molest him. Like that isn't what he's mad about in the first place." Damien rolled his eyes at the blonde. Although, what he'd said wasn't a half-bad idea. Not that it would work at the moment with the rage Pip was in.
"But I want Butters!" Kenny pouted, latching onto Damien's arm.
"Dude! You're such a chick!" Damien shouted, waving his arm frantically in an attempt to dislodge Kenny.
"Waaah! Oh, Damien! My boyfriend isn't paying attention to meee!" Kenny cried in a comically high-pitched voice.
"Get the fuck offa me!" He said, pushing the other boy to the floor.
"You tryin ta kill me!?" Kenny said, rubbing his sore bottom.
"What if I am?" Damien said, highly annoyed.
"Well…then you're not a very good friend." Kenny pouted, sticking out his tongue.
"I change my mind, you're not a chick. You're a child." Damien scowled.
"I want ice cream! Get me ice cream! Daddy, I want a pony!" Kenny cried, voice even more squeaky than when he had impersonated a chick. He put his arms around Damien's neck and jumped on his back.
"Dude! What the fuck! How much sugar did you have this morning!?" Damien said, trying to dislodge the boy who was scrambling up his back.
"Ummmm….I dunno." He giggled.
"You need a nap…" Damien said, stifling laughter.
"No, I need to get laid!" Kenny said, pouting in the direction Pip had dragged Butters.
"I highly doubt sex will help with your sugar rush." He said skeptically.
"Of course it will! Gives me a way to burn it all off!" Kenny exclaimed, hitting the top of Damien's head with his fist.
Christophe walked up and decided that his friends were complete idiots. Kenny was currently latched onto Damien's back, hitting him, and Damien was just laughing.
"Do I even want to know?" He asked.
"Kenny's mad because Pip got pissed and dragged Butters off." Damien explained.
"Zat steel does not tell me why 'ee ees on your back."
"Because he's an idiot who had too much sugar for his tiny brain to handle." Damien snickered. Kenny hit him again and got off his back.
"See if I ever help you with your math homework again." He muttered darkly, sitting on the floor and pulling his knees to his chest.
"Oh! Woe is meee! I'll never be able to find another tutor! But wait! Isn't Gregory fairly good at mathematics?" Damien grinned.
"Zat 'e ees." Christophe agreed, grinning as well.
"Well…see if I ever agree to be cannon fodder on another of your stupid missions!" Kenny told the Frenchman, sticking his tongue out.
"Hmm you 'ave a good point. I would really 'ate to 'ave to replace ze 'uman bait every time. But I guess eef a larger loss of life is necessary…" He trailed off, shrugging. He knew Kenny wouldn't let that happen.
Kenny's eyes went wide as he thought about all the people who would have to die permanently if he quit his 'job' with Christophe as a meat shield. "Fine, I won't quit. But you guys are douches." He pouted.
The other two boys just laughed hysterically at the blonde. "You are such a child!" Damien gasped out between fits of 'manly' giggles. Christophe nodded in agreement, but stopped immediately as the bell rang. "Class, now." He said, taking the sulking blonde by the back of his shirt and hauling him up so he could drag him to class.
"But I dun wannaaaa!" Kenny whined, following after Christophe backwards since he didn't want to be strangled by his own shirt.
"Oh, but you are." Damien teased. "Besides, we have Calculus next. You like math, don't cha?" Kenny brightened somewhat.
"Well…I do like math." He said with a grin. Kenny more than liked math, he loved it. And he was good at it, too. He was a regular Einstein when it came to all that number bullshit.
"Zen geet to class and learn some!" Christophe growled, letting him go and pushing him through the classroom door.
"Like this douche of a teacher can teach me anything I don't already know. The only reason I'm even in this stupid class is because they don't have anything more challenging!" Kenny scoffed. And it was true. Kenny's family didn't have the money for him to commute to the higher ed in Denver or he could be concurrently enrolled in college math by now, but he was stuck here with them in Regular Calculus because South Park sucked and he was poor white trash.
Kenny's mood immediately fell. He was poor white trash. Who was he to think that he deserved Butters Stotch? He was perfect in every single god dammed way and Kenny was just some poor kid from the ghetto who'd end up dragging Butters down with him in the end. He didn't deserve an angel like him.
The angel can't soar to heaven when the demon's keeping him in hell.
Kenny wasn't sure where the whispering was coming from or why Damien and Christophe didn't seem to hear it, but he had a sinking feeling it was right.
Damien stared at the back of Pip's head the entire time they were in class. I'm serious, the entire time, no joke. He didn't know why the back of his head was so interesting, but it was. His hair like…you know? I don't know…like…It was just so…Blonde? No, that wasn't the right word, though it was quite blonde. It was…golden…radiant. It was…It was like the sun sparking off of threads of pure gold that were as thin and soft as spider silk and fell perfectly into place as if under a spell…Damn…When did he get so poetic?
Damien was wrenched from his thoughts as the bell rang and that lovely head of golden silk spun from the spinnerets of a thousand bejeweled spiders got lost in the sea of highschoolers running frantically for the door.
He followed in a trance-like state, feeling some sort of pull towards the angelic Brit he was going to call his own as soon as the damn boy got his knickers unknotted! But Damien was ok with the anger. He licked his lips and smirked. Oh he was more than ok with the anger.
You see, when higher ranking hell-spawn (the unofficial name the demon's kids gave themselves in academy) came of age they picked one, maybe two if they were really powerful, of the seven deadly sins to feed off of. Damien had picked Wrath and Lust. The fact that Pip was angry and lusting after someone combined with the fact that both sins were directed at Damien himself and that he was "courting" him was giving Damien a serious boner.
Literally.
Damien was hard as fuck and he needed to find Pip, and fast. He searched the entire school high and low without success. He ran into Christophe and Gregory half naked in a closet, Butters and Kenny fully naked and about to fuck in an empty classroom, and Stan and Kyle full-blown fucking under the stairs but still had no luck.
When he finally did find Pip, all he could see was green. It occurred to him momentarily that maybe he should have picked Envy, but the thought was completely blown away when the gravity of the situation hit him.
Pip was kissing someone else. He was fucking kissing some whore slut bitch cunt! Who did she think she was, kissing his Pip? No one! That's who she was, she was no one! She was a fucking bitch ass pussy cunt whore who would pay and pay dearly for her mistake of trying to take what was his! Some blonde bimbo had his fucking future mate in a passionate lover's embrace and was kissing him like there was no tomorrow. Pip had just fucking asked him out and now he was kissing some girl!? What the fuck, man?
A thought stopped him…He should have seen this coming. Damien was the Anti-Christ. He wasn't just evil, he was literally the son of Satan. How in the world did he even begin to think he could have and keep an angel like Pip happy. He would never be good enough. And not in the sense that he wasn't attractive or good in bed. He literally wasn't good enough. And with every encounter a little bit of his sin would rub off on Pip. And everyone knew you were more susceptible to temptation if you didn't know it was there. What if Pip fell into temptation with someone else?
The demon can't trust the angel, even when it breaks its wings and falls to the earth.
Damien tried to ignore the whispering in his head, but it was hard when it was pretty much making the same point he was.
Pip froze up as he spotted his worst nightmare. What the bloody hell was Estella doing here? Surely his childhood "girlfriend" thought South Park was beneath her. She certainly thought Pip was beneath her.
He amended that last thought as he was pulled into a crushing embrace by the girl. He didn't begrudge her a hug, they had been something along the lines of friends and they hadn't seen each other in years. But when she kissed him he froze up and his mind went blank for a split second.
The only thought running through his mind was "What the bloody hell?", but when she tried to slip in some tongue, that's when he started to fight back. Being the scrawny guy he was, it wasn't difficult for Estella to keep him in place, but it was obvious to certain onlookers that he was definitely not as into it as she was.
"Hey, leave my boyfriend the fuck alone, bitch!" A voice Pip couldn't quite place due to the lack of oxygen getting to his brain and the panic settling in. He knew it was masculine and deep…and angry.
Finally Estella pulled away, winking at the terrified boy in her arms and turning to his savior. Pip's eyes widened as his gaze fell on a very pissed looking Anti-Christ. Did Damien actually care or was he just marking his territory?
"Your boyfriend, I beg you pardon but Phillip was my boyfriend first." She said haughtily, nose up in the air.
"I don't know who you think you are, but I am-" He was abruptly cut off by Estella.
"I frankly don't care who you are, you dumb pair of donkey testicles. I am taking Phillip back to England with me where we will be married." She said, smiling that charming, evil smile of hers.
"But Estella I don't wan't-" Pip began meekly, cut off by a rough blow to the back of his head.
"This isn't about what you want, you idiotic monkey dick. We are to be married whether you like it or not." She told him blankly. Pip could only nod timidly and look with pleading eyes to Damien and mouth 'Save me'.
Damien growled, smoke beginning to curl from his fingertips. Either Estella didn't notice or she wasn't fazed, because she remained just as haughty and selfish as before.
Damien's hands burst into flames, the fire traveling up his arms and over the rest of his body until he was completely engulfed. Obviously Estella hadn't seen the smoke because this certainly broke through her cool demeanor.
Pip wasn't sure whether the shriek came from him or Estella, but he was terrified. Not of Damien, never of Damien. He was terrified for Damien. It hadn't yet crossed his mind that the Anti-Christ wasn't being hurt by the flames or that he had done it on purpose and he just wanted to douse it. As Estella high-tailed it out of there, leaving Pip in the dust to fend for himself, Pip went the opposite direction. He ran towards Damien in a well-meant but useless attempt to save him.
"Damien! It's ok, I'll put ok the fire!" He cried, panic obvious in his voice as he tried to locate something to put it out with. Just as he had spotted the hose he heard a chuckle come from behind him. He turned to look at who might be laughing and why, but all he saw was Damien.
Miraculously not on fire.
"But...you…and fire…and…" He spluttered, trying to get out the words but failing miserably.
"Pip, dude…I'm the Anti-Christ. I grew up swimming in the lake of fire." He explained with a fond and amused smile. "I lit myself on fire to scare that bitch away."
Pip blushed, both at his own stupidity and at the fact that Damien had been trying to protect him. Damien grinned and took his cap, ruffling his hair and placing it back on his head.
"What's got you so hot under the collar, Pip?" He asked, tilting his head to the side.
"It's just…you protected me a-and…and you called me your boyfriend." He explained, finishing at almost a whisper. His blush intensified a thousand fold at the confession that such trivial things would make him blush.
"Well they go hand in hand, don't they? You're my boyfriend so it's my responsibility to protect you." Damien shrugged, slinging an arm around Pip's shoulders.
"Yes but…I wasn't aware we were…I mean I know we have a date but…" He tried to get out the words, but the scent of soot, smoke and cinnamon was washing over him. Damien's smell was intoxicating and he just wanted to burrow further into the lax but protective grip Damien had on him and cuddle up to that broad, muscled chest.
"Well I guess it wouldn't hurt to ask you formally, then." Damien reasoned. "How 'bout it, Pip? You wanna be my boyfriend?" He asked, pulling Pip just a little bit closer.
Pip blushed and nodded, hiding his red face in Damien's chest. "I'd like that." Came the muffled reply that sent Pip's heart into furious palpitations.
Damien grinned, hugging Pip close to him and kissing the side of his head. "C'mon, Pip. We gotta get to class." He said, steering Pip towards his locker to pick up his books before stopping off at Damien's locker to repeat the action.
Pip couldn't get the blush off of his face. Not only was Damien holding him with one strong arm around his shoulders, making him feel safe and loved, but he had kissed him…sort of. He looked up at Damien's face, eye landing on his lips and wondering what it would be like to kiss him. Would his lips warm? Would they be soft or chapped? Would it be like all the movies and book said, where fireworks would explode in the background and he would melt completely?
Damien seemed to read his thoughts, because just as they reached the door of the classroom he turned the Brit's face towards his and brought him up into a warm, soft kiss that was everything Pip had ever wanted and more. It was gentle and loving but there was an underlying passion that Pip's virginal mind could barely grasp.
When they parted pip was disappointed to say the least. He wanted more. More kissing, more contact, more love. Damien just winks and grinned, tapping his ass to shepherd him into the classroom.
At long last! It's done! Really it's been at a point where I could have left off and just post it for months, but it didn't feel right. Plus it was a big cliff hanger and I HATE doing those. I always screw them up somehow. And actually, by the time I post this it'll have been finished for at least a few days but atm I don't have internet. Hfjdsahfjkh AHHHH.