Ante Up

The screen flickered off as the two boys entered the classroom. Now that the seed of doubt had been planted in Damien's mind they didn't have much else to do. One of them flicked their eyes to the other screen that was watching the two blonde. The one in the orange parka would have to be watched. He seemed too keen to get the Anti-Christ and the British blonde together. Did he know anything?

He started to dismiss it, but stopped. Nothing could be certain at this point, not even that the human didn't know anything. Especially this human, the only one able to travel across the plains at will. Well…not quite will, but he didn't have to die permanently to get to Heaven or Hell. This one would definitely have to be watched very carefully.

He hit a few keys and typed up a message, adjusting it to the blonde boy's brain waves and hitting send. That should help drive the two apart.

Can you really trust him? He's already hurt you once. And besides, he's the Anti-Christ.

Pip snapped up in his seat as if he'd been hit. Who had said that? He looked around the room, but no one but Damien was close enough to had said it. Everyone was grouped up to do some sort of research project. He frowned and looked at Damien.

The voice was right. It was hard to admit it to himself, but how did he know he could trust Damien? He wanted to just tell the voice to bugger off and that if you didn't take chances you'd never have any of the good things in life, either. It was something he tried to live by, it was the reason he'd come to America after the fiasco with Estella.

This is going to be a thousand times worse than Estella. And more people you love could die. Who knows what Damien's capable of.

Pip squeezed his eyes shut to block out the thoughts, which he was almost certain weren't coming from his own head. The felt wrong, electric and sickening. They weren't supposed to be there, plain and simple.

Damien touched him on his arm, the overly high body heat seeping through his shirt and warming his arm pleasantly. Damien was giving him a concerned look and a smile came unbidden to Pip's face. Damien was so sweet to worry about him like that.

"I'm fine, Damien. Just a headache is all." And it wasn't a lie, those thoughts had given him a headache behind his eyes that made him sick to his stomach. Damien pulled him into his lap wordlessly and cradled him there, running a soothing hand through his hair. Pip smiled sleepily and rested his head on the taller boy's shoulder, breath ghosting across his collarbone as he slipped into a light slumber.

Damien smiled and kissed the sleeping blonde's temple. He was just so cute and he looked even more angelic when he slept. He ignored his own discomfort, Pip wasn't heavy but the breath on his neck was doing things to him, and continued on with the project alone. Pip could help when he was feeling better.

How do you know it's not your fault? It's happened before. The innocents just can't stand being around you. It's your fault Pip isn't feeling well.

Damien frowned and shook his head. Why was he thinking like that? He was just being pessimistic and thoughts like those could ruin what he had with Pip. He was being an idiot, that's all.

But the voice was right, things like this had happened before. His neighbor had asked him to watch her kid and the kid had gone home throwing up and coughing because Damien's presence was like poison to those few humans without sin (usually young children who hadn't had time to go bad yet). Was Pip one of those people? He focused his eyes on Pip and looked hard.

Damien could see people's souls if he tried hard enough. It was one of the powers he rarely used. It was like an invasion of privacy and besides that, he sometimes saw things he would rather not know. He had made the mistake of looking at Kenny's soul once and he hadn't done it to anyone else since then.

Damien frowned again as Pip's soul came into focus. It wasn't overly white, but it wasn't too marred either. It was just the kind of soul you expected to see on a kid like Pip. He only barely glanced at the sins, not wanting to look at anything specific. He had learned that lesson the hard way with Kenny. Some envy, a lot of unrestrained anger, and…was that lust? He smirked and licked his lips. That was good to know.

He took a harder look at that one. If he was lucky he could see some of Pip's fantasies. At the very list he could see every person he had ever lusted after. The first fourteen years of his life were empty, as was to be expected, but after that it seemed Pip had started lusting after one person and one person only.

Damien pushed past images of himself and Pip making out and groping and went right into one of the less innocent ones.

Pip moaned and threw his head back, the combined force of his head hitting the wall behind him and Damien's cock striking his prostate making him see stars. He scrabbled for purchase on the wall, his nails meeting only a smooth coating of paint.

"Damien please!" He gasped, pleading breathlessly. "H-harder!" He moaned and bucked down onto the Anti-Christ. The other boy just smirked and slammed into him, pushing him farther up the wall.

"You want it harder, baby? You're gonna have to scream for me." He purred in his ear, his voice smoky and sultry. It sent shivers down Pip's spine as he let a raw scream of pleasure tear out of his throat.

Damien pulled back, panting and grinning to himself. Damn, Pip had an imagination on him! He pressed his fingers to the bridge of his nose and tried to will away the boner he'd gotten watching Pip beg for him. He shifted Pip off of his lap and onto one of his legs so if he woke up he wouldn't feel the third one pressing insistently against his ass.

After a few moments he deemed it safe to relax again, shifting Pip back into his lap and cuddling him close. He looked around to make sure he hadn't missed the bell while panting after the fantasy like a bitch in heat.

The bell hadn't rung, but one glance at the clock told him it was about to. He gathered up his and Pip's things and placed them in their respective bags, slinging both over his shoulder and gathering Pip up into his arms.

The kid seemed really deep asleep now, he didn't even wake up as the bell rang. Damien just shrugged and carried him to their next class. The teacher gave him a look as he entered but he just put a finger to his lips to shush her and took his seat with the blonde still in his arms. He could take notes for him and if there was classwork Damien could always copy Pip's handwriting and do it for him.

Luckily today was a slow day and all they were doing was discussing catapults. Pip slept soundly throughout in Damien's strong, warm arms, oblivious to the world and completely and utterly happy.

Pip didn't wake up until Damien was already carrying him home. At the halfway mark between Pip's apartment and the school his eyes fluttered open and he looked up to see the sky was moving.

No, the sky wasn't moving, Damien was carrying him. He started to wiggle and Damien let him down. He smiled up at him and pecked him on the cheek. "Thank you, Damien. You're sweet." He said, taking his bag off of Damien's shoulder. "Would like to come over for a bit?" He asked, looking back at Damien, who had stopped walking.

He blushed, getting the distinct feeling that he had stopped to look at his arse while he walked. "Damien, could you please stop?" He asked, a bit uncomfortable. It's not like he didn't like the attention, since it was from Damien, but he just wasn't used to it.

Damien shook his head to clear it and then nodded. "Yeah, sure thing." He said, catching up to Pip and walking beside him towards his apartment. Pip unlocked the door and they slipped inside.

He growled and slammed his fist on the keyboard. First the blonde one turned out to be one of the few beings who could tell when thoughts were being projected into their minds, even though he didn't know it, then they had both ignored the thoughts and were alone in the house.

It would be the perfect time for the two to consummate their union. And he could not let that happen.

You see, there was something very special about Pip and Damien. Not only was Damien the Anti-Christ, but there was another prophecy about him as well.

When the angel is lost on earth, the son of Satan will find him. A child will be born onto them to whom the universe will one day bow.

No one had been sure for a long time who the angel in the prophecy referred to. A lot of angels had fallen from heaven, both intentionally and as punishment for some crime against god, but none of these were lost. But they knew now who exactly it was.

And that is why the Anti-Christ could not be allowed to seduce the blonde boy. He would stop at nothing to see that it didn't happen. There was just too much at stake for him to let them be. But how to stop them?

A movement on one of the other screens caught his eye as the parka clad boy was shot in the head by an incompetent assassin who had gotten the wrong target.

Perfect.

Wow, now that I know exactly where the story's going and what's going in each chapter this is going to go so much faster! I may actually update somewhat regularly!

Next chapter will be some backgrounding, basically explaining the whole lost angel thing. I'd like to think that it's a little different that most Angel!Pip stuff, but probably not. This fic will, however, be VERY different. Trust me. It gets weird.

Thanks to everyone who's reviewed, alerted, favorited, or even just read this story!

Oh, and thanks go out to the Late Gustav Holst. Without the lovely movents of your Planets piece I would never have found the patience or composition to write this.