A.N- Hey, ha ha, slightly nervous. What can I say.
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Warning: I've never written anything over a kiss so writing this chapter was kinda embarrassing. Nothing M worthy, not even in the slightest but, you know, yeah.
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Chapter Nine: Sympathy for the Devil.
"Don't you dare take Stan's body as an advantage to do anything funny to Kyle."
Ever since that, it is like Kenny has become Kyle's silent bodyguard and my silent observer.
To be honest, I feel a little relieved. It means that Damien has become more cautious of his actions, and that meansthat he doesn't do anything more than necessary to Kyle. But that means that I have to endure Kenny's glare on me, his icy blue eyes piercing through me, all the time. It is a miracle that no one has noticed Kenny's glare, or am I just being paranoid?
Yet that leads me to another worry.
It hasn't been one month since school began and already one person knows my secret. (Pip doesn't count.) It's only a matter of time until another person finds out, especially with Kenny glaring at me like that all the time.
"Your paranoid thoughts aren't helping Stan." Damien says coldly, shutting my eyes in irritation.
I sigh, and shut my brain out, keeping my thoughts to myself.
"Stan, you okay?"
Damien opens my eyes and finds himself staring into Kyle's worried orbs, the redhead tilting his head slightly to search my face. Startled for a second, Damien stays frozen, gazing into the emeralds, then finally swallows down something that was stuck in my throat and coughs.
"Yeah." He says with my voice, swiftly. "Yeah, I'm fine."
Damien's answer leaves a smoky tone in Kyle's eyes, but he smiles nonetheless and rubs my shoulder comfortingly before he walks past. My eyes stay glued on his back as he walks away.
Damien draws a breath of white smoke, which makes the snow dance around rapidly in my vision. The snow is light, but is many, and it makes me believe that my vision of Kyle will blur out if I keep on standing there without catching up to him, staring at his back.
x
Damien said that I don't dream when I go into a sleep state. That was a lie. Because then what is this right now? I stare into the darkness with nothing to light my way. My way where? I don't know, but I just stare into the nothingness.
It is so empty, the black. And cold, even though I don't feel anything. And then I notice that it's not the darkness that is empty and cold, but it is me. I am nothing. As soon as I notice that, the blackness swirls like a wild hurricane, howls like a hungry beast. The blackness twirls and roars and then it attacks me, enters me forcefully through my skin and into the pit of my stomach. I can feel it inject into my veins, rushing through my body, the overwhelming darkness filling my empty body, but it's not comforting at all. No, it's horrible. I feel like I'm drowning in it.
A sudden shudder shoots through me and I look down, my heart giving a quick shot against my chest. The darkness clings to my feet like hands, slowly sinking me into the black goo. I let out a shout as I stump my feet to fling the hand-like blackness off of me, but all that comes out are rasped breaths. The goo flings off, but they quickly form into hands and shoot for me again, pulling me quicker into the darkness.
I look up in desperateness searching for something to cling onto, to scoop myself out of the black goo. And then, almost painful to my eyes in this pitch-black, I see a small bright light, like a star.
My knees break through the goo as I dig my way towards the light, my only hope. My hands fling through the blackness like oars desperate to reach out for the light. It slowly grows bigger, but as I get closer I become more and more desperate. The black goo continues to rise, and now it is up to my chest. My hand reaches out for the light, and now it is up to my neck. I open my mouth to shout and some splashes and enters my mouth, making me cough on the cold, dense liquid.
When I squint my eyes open, I see my pale hand reaching out; my nails painted perfect black, and my skin glows because the light is just there, shining on me. But the light is not painfully blinding anymore; it's comforting. I can see what it is. But the darkness is up to my lips now, entering my mouth with each time I cough. So I open my mouth, my one last struggle, and call at the top of my lungs.
x
I'm released from my nightmare when Damien flings my eyes open, rasped breaths escaping my blocked throat. What a coincidence we both came to conscious at the same time, I think as I sink into my own relief of being back in reality. But I continue to hear my rapid breaths, as if Damien's emotionally unstable.
My hands dig through my sheets desperately sliding through the smooth fabric.
"Did you just have a bad dream too?" I ask him, half-heartedly worried, if that makes sense.
"Shut up." He spits, then he comes to a sudden freeze, my hand stops searching and my breathing comes to a halt. I hear a gulp in my ears, and Damien carefully pulls the blanket up, staring at something that's clinging onto my side. "Kyle?" My voice says, confused.
And there he is. Hiding under the covers, his thin arms tugging onto my waist, his long, yet transparent eyelashes knotted together his eyes shut. His chest rises against me with every calm and even breath he takes, deep in sleep.
Damien stares at him blankly, and sits up so that he can take a better look at the small boy hiding under the covers.
"He does this sometimes. Sneaking into my room in the middle of night, I mean. " I explain, engaging in the sight. "I'm surprised it took him so long, in fact." But my stomach twirls strangely. He looks so vulnerable; clinging onto Damien so desperately, warm breath whispering through his pink lips. There are some things you don't want to share. This was my vision, only forgiven for me to see, and now Damien sees it, goggling at it like a stunned mullet. I wish I could close my eyes so that he wouldn't be looking at Kyle's vulnerable state any more.
My hand moves under the covers and moves towards Kyle's face, gently brushing his hair out of his eyelashes. A smooth breath escapes my mouth, relaxingly, as Damien continues to watch him. But then the redhead suddenly stirs, making the antichrist tense up.
"Nnh…" Something inaudible escapes Kyle's mouth and his eyes flatter open, revealing green. "Stan?" He mumbles, sliding his arms off my torso. He sits up, looking into the distance with dull eyes, batting his eyelashes as if he's seeing imaginationland cast before him.
"Kyle?" Damien asks, carefully. My voice seems to knock consciousness into Kyle's mind and the redhead swings his head my way.
"Sorry dude, I kinda sneaked in before." He says, shaking his head at himself. "I guess I should go, huh?" Kyle looks at the window with sleepy eyes, his brain clearly not functioning yet.
Damien continues to watch him blankly as he goes onto his knees and swings the curtains open, swirling in his spot dizzily. But just as his fingers move to the glass to open the window, Damien yanks at him, clinging onto his skinny waist.
"Stan?" Kyle glances back over his shoulder twisting his back to face me, light returning to his eyes with confusion and worry. Damien nuzzles my nose into Kyle's back, keeping him hostage against me. "You okay?"
The antichrist looks up, and I see Kyle's concern mixed with embarrassed pink lighting his face. Before I can protest, Damien draws Kyle down by the waist until our lips crash together. It is deep, not like any of those light kisses Damien has been brushing him with. It's as if he's desperate for Kyle's touch, for connection.
Kyle makes a noise in surprise, but slowly closes his eyes as his tensed body relaxes into Damien's hold, breathing deeply into my face. My tongue licks the edge of Kyle's lips and the redhead moans, opening his mouth to take a breath. Damien takes that chance to swing the redhead around to face him and deepens the kiss by sliding my tongue through into his mouth, tasting him.
I can't say anything to stop Damien. My mind has gone numb with shock, which gives Damien the freedom to push Kyle's fragile frame back down into the mattress.
"Stan-" Kyle gasps through the gaps created as Damien moves our mouths together. His voice is desperate, like he's drowning and pleading for help. Face glowing, eyes glazing, lips burning, he pleads for help. Drowning under the sudden burst of lust that has exploded inside Damien and is overcoming the redhead himself as well. But Damien hardly shares an ear. He aggressively travels my lips across Kyle's skin, from his lips, to his jaw and trails my saliva down his neck and onto his collarbone, where he sucks on the thin skin. It makes the thin teen shudder and tears a moan out of his clenched teeth. His desperate voice, to Damien, is like an invitation for more.
x
"Hey Stan. Have you ever had sex with Wendy?" He asked me, carefully like a whisper, his eyes moving back and forth before landing on mine firmly.
"No!" I burst out, nearly spraying my coffee all over Kyle. He eyed me suspiciously, arms crossed and a pout in place. It made my heart jolt, in a both bad and good way, but I tried to focus on the bad way since I didn't think it was the time.
"Okay, maybe once, or twice." I said defensively. He continued to eye me with dissatisfaction. "Okay, three times. But they all ended up badly!"
"Dude, I didn't ask you how many times." Kyle said, releasing his arms and snickering. My face burnt, and I dropped my coffee into the grass and lunged at him, pushing him down into the grass as he continued to laugh his ass off. My attack sent us tumbling down the hill, grass spraying into the air like rain as we rolled over them. His laughter finally died down by the time we came to a halt, just beside the pebbles that led to the water.
I was on top of him, my hands on the ground placed on each side of his face, my arms extending, securing me up above him. I stared at his giggling face and thanked god that there was no one around, which was not surprising for Stark's Pond.
"Three times huh?" Kyle whispered from under me, his lips in a smile but his eyes glazed over. I continued to stare into him. "And they all ended badly, huh?" His hand rose towards me and swayed my black hair out of my face, carefully. "Do you think it would end badly for us too?" Barely a whisper, but I heard it, because his gaze was so doubtful, worried, and desperate.
I pulled my hand up to his placed on my cheek, and closed my eyes to feel the warmness off his skin sink into mine. I opened my eyes and met green, framed by the jade of the grass, but not oppressed because his emeralds were much more bright and beautiful. I leaned in and kissed him, bringing our hands in between our chests as I pressed against him.
"No." I said when I pulled back. "No I don't."
x
My hand slides underneath his pyjama top as my lips continue to attack his, my hand scraping against the milky skin of his stomach. Kyle moans breathlessly under Damien, eyes sewed shut. The fabric travels up his torso, my hands not holding the patience to unbutton each button gently.
"Stan-" Kyle muffled as Damien released his lips to pull his top over his head. Kyle's arms rose as Damien moved the top upwards, the sleaves pulling his arms over his head, completely lost of freedom.
I wonder what he sees in my eyes right now, because what I see in his eyes makes me want to punch myself in the gut.
Damien slides my tongue up Kyle's inner upper arm, right to his elbow bent above his face. Then he moves back down again, my tongue moving along his stomach, trailing along each of his ribs until he reaches his chest, making Kyle jolt at the sudden suck on his perked skin.
"Stan…!" He calls, in between a gasp and a yell. I feel like I'm shaking inside of this body, powerless as I watch Kyle being tasted by the devil.
"Damien…" I finally find my voice, way too late for my liking. "Get away from him." My shaking reaches my voice, low and dark.
I hear a squeak and Kyle tugs his eyes shut, his teeth biting into his lips, shaking. My hand extends down, and down, until they feel fabric. Damien slides my fingers underneath and his pauses when he reaches elastic. Kyle's body tenses for that one second until my fingers slip through the elastic as well, touching sacred skin. Kyle moans into my mouth and shifts his legs uncomfortably as if to kick himself away from me, but all it does is move the sheets a few inches, and nothing else. His face is glowing pink, trying to contain everything inside him until he might explode.
"Stan! Stop-" He finally gasps, his voice returning to him, but Damien silences him by connecting our mouths again.
"Damien, fucking hell STOP!" I scream in the darkness. My arms and legs are cut off of me, my mouth and tongue won't listen to me, and the only thing left is my voice but not even that is reaching the antichrist.
Kyle gives a sudden shudder underneath me and his eyes shoot open, his breaths shake and he freezes in shock.
Oh no. Oh fuck no.
I couldn't feel it, but I knew it was happening. How could it not? Kyle's breathing deepens and quickens its pace and I can practically hear his heart beat from here. The pink of his cheeks dye deeper into a hot crimson, eyebrows furrowing and teeth gritting.
"Stan, I don't think this…" His eyes are beginning to shine as they dampen, staring at Damien grind my erection against him. "Stan…!" He calls a little louder, beginning to squirm under my body. "Stan!"
"Damien!" I yell desperately. "Damien STOP! Please!" I plead, my voice shaking, but not from anger, but something much more painful and grinding.
"Stan!" Kyle calls my name. "Stan! Stan!" He calls my name as if calling for me to come to him, as if I'm not here, but somewhere far away. "Stan!"
A sudden lightning of pain shoots through me like splattering my brains inside my skull. My voice growls in agony and my body slides off the slender boy's tensed frame. My head crashes into the mattress, Damien digging my forehead deeper and deeper until I hear springs creak against my head.
"Stan?" Kyle whispers, no more desperateness shading his voice, instead, there is pure worry and fear. But Damien hardly responds, keeping my forehead grinding into my bed, groaning into the mattress. "Hey…" the worry in his voice deepens and I sense him crawl towards me doubtingly. "Stan?" He says one more time and rests his hand on my white fist clenching the sheets.
"Don't touch me!" My voice growls and whips my hand out of Kyle's hold. The sudden action shocks all of us, all three of us. Kyle stares at me with hurt in his eyes, Damien stares wide-eyed at my fist clenched against the sheets, and I'm locked inside here, frozen.
The room is frozen silent, with only our breaths echoing against the cold walls and entering our ears.
"I'm sorry…" My voice finally says, breathlessly, but sincerely. "I didn't mean to take it so far. I couldn't contain myself. I'm so sorry…"
For a second, I don't sound like myself at all, because he is not acting. I can sense that much. I watch him as he hangs my head down helplessly, nails digging into the sheets. That is not me. That is Damien.
"Stan," Kyle leans in to comfort me, about to place his hand on my arm but Damien shrugs it off.
"You should go now." Damien says quietly, exhausted, without emotion. It makes Kyle's hand pause barely an inch away from contact, before pulling back. "I shouldn't have stopped you in the first place. I'm sorry."
Kyle's lips tense, then they part to say something, and then they purse back together. He flings the window open and slides through without another word.
The air left in the room now is cold; I can almost feel it. And I'm not talking about the air that Kyle let in through the window. It's like he took something very important with him and left us here empty.
But what am I kidding? The only thing he took was himself.
x
"What's up with Stan?" Kenny says as he leans against Kyle's locker, crossing his arms and staring at my direction, eyes gleaming with suspicion and warning. But Damien ignores Kenny's glare, as usual, and slams my locker shut to head out for my class.
"…I don't know" I hear Kyle mumble under his breath. His gaze wonder onto my back and watch me as I silently walk away.
I don't even have the spirit to tell Damien to just apologise, beg for Kyle's forgiveness and just get to our normal lives. I can't forgive him for what he had done yesterday, to be honest I want to rip him out of me and send him straight to the pits of hells fire, but I just… I don't even want to talk to him. I feel hatred, anger, disgust, yet somehow a strange deep sense of sympathy for the devil. But the second I feel that weird pity the anger and disgust overcome me and I drown into silence. I feel confused with conflicting feelings.
You'd think that it'd be hard to ignore someone who's taken over your body. But honestly, if you're as pissed as I am, it's not that hard.
And besides, Damien is doing the same too. To me, to Pip, to Kyle and Kenny, he's practically ignoring everyone around him, with my body. But still I say nothing.
A few days past with him keeping me away from everyone. Eating outside at lunch, walking home alone, keeping my mouth securely shut. Great. First he took away my colours and now he's isolating me from the 'conformists'. He's definitely on some kind of mission to turn me into some douchey Goth. But still I say nothing. Instead Kenny is the first one to break.
"What the fuck did you do to him?" He growls, glaring up into my face, teeth clenched together like a savage dog. Damien stays silent, watching him dully as if waiting patiently for the minutes to tick by. But that mocking silence only provokes Kenny's rage. His hand shoots for my jacket and his fingers wrap my collar tight around my neck, not caring for my discomfort at all. "I know you did something you motherfucker."
A sigh leaves my mouth as Damien parts my lips.
"What did Kyle say?" He asks boringly, not impressed with Kenny's rage. To this Kenny grits his teeth and ducks his blue eyes away from me.
"Nothing." He grinds out. His fist begins to shake. "He won't tell me"
A small smirk tints my lips but I don't sense my smile reach my eyes. "Then how do you know that I did something?"
"I know by the fucking way you two look at each other!" Kenny explodes, eyes wide with desperate frustration and anger. His breathing shakes his body and he waits for himself to calm down. "Or, the way he looks at you. And the way you ignore him." He says quietly. His fingers around my jacket unconsciously loosen themselves and Damien takes that chance with a frozen heart to flick his hand away and take a step past him.
The blunt neglect brings Kenny to conscious and a look of shock crosses his face, shock of hurt and rejection. It causes the rage to explode in him once more. His hand shoots back to my collar and turns me around aggressively, making Damien face the fire in his eyes. But neither the rage nor the fire seem to shake Damien's emotions. Inside him is cold and still, and Kenny is just a talking puppet in front of him.
"It has nothing to do with you."
The words slide out my mouth as emotionless as he is.
A spark ignites in Kenny's eyes. The rage shooting like a quick fuse across his body, reaching his free hand and it bursts to life. His fist rises into the air like a drawn arrow, his eyes glued on me as if not to miss his target. And then he releases his fist, letting it blast towards me.
"Kenny!"
A voice shoots through the frozen air, like a sudden light flash in the darkness. Kenny's hand pauses in mid-air, Damien flings open my eyes wide and I finally feel something that isn't hatred or disgust.
"Kyle?" Kenny says, staring dumbfounded as the smaller boy jumps in between Kenny and I. "What are you doing here?"
Kyle's green eyes burn like a bush fire, red eyebrows furrowing as he glares at the blond. "I would be asking you the same thing Ken! What the fuck were you going to punch Stan for!" His hands are up like a barrier before me, making sure Kenny doesn't lay a finger on me.
Kenny's fist completely slides down to his side along with the hand gripping onto my jacket. He bites his lips, thinking. Come to think of it, he didn't really have a legitimate excuse for a punch.
"Well he- he was being a dick!" He finally says, lost.
"Uh-huh? Well if that's your excuse for punching Stan then you're the dick!" Kyle yells, chest rising with rapid breaths. That knocks the words out of Kenny's mouth, making his lips purse tightly together.
Satisfied with Kenny's silence, Kyle gives him a firm nod before his glaring eyes melt into a reassuring smile. The burning in his eyes softening into a comforting warmth. But when the silence is broken by the sound of crunching snow, his small frame tenses. By the time he notices and turns back, it is too late, and I can't see his shocked and hurt expression looking at me desperately as Damien walks away.
"Stan!" He cries. But Damien ignores him and continues to make my way through the white landscape of fierce snow. The snow is strong, and heavy, and I know that soon he won't be able to see me. He calls my name one more time, but even that desperate cry dies under the tearing shriek of the wind.
"Stan!"
A.N- Oh no. I didn't just post that did I? I feel embarrassed now and I just want to go away and hide in the hole of shame.
Thanks for reading! Please review, I've got like, four SACs ahead of me and I will be craving for them to keep me going.
