Their project was a simple one—use PowerPoint to make a presentation about the effect that foreigners in the U.S. were having on the economy. Perhaps their teacher had thought that it would be funny or productive to pair up the only two foreign kids in the class. It made a bit of sense if one really stopped to think about it.

Christophe didn't think that it was funny though, and he definitely didn't think that it was productive.

Pip wouldn't do a damn thing that he suggested—Christophe wouldn't listen to the British boy's ideas either; though Pip was usually timid, he seemed as stubborn as Christophe was when it came to certain things—and though the boy's love for technology was obvious, so was his ignorance of it; Christophe didn't know much about computer programs either—he had better things to do than sit on his ass all day at a computer; besides, he was usually grounded from anything that his mother thought might he might consider fun, but since the stupid bitch didn't know what his idea of fun was, she just grounded him from everything that she could think of—but at least he didn't make as many mistakes as the blond boy did.

Besides, Pip was distracting him from doing his work, and the kid didn't even realize it. The blonde's smell was surrounding him—Pip had to sit close to him so they could both see their computer; the school was lacking sufficient funds, so the boy's had to share one—and it was making it hard for him to focus. He hated, absolutely hated, the scent that was coming off of Pirrup.

Even if he smelt of lemons, which was a smell that Christophe was particularly fond of.

The smell seemed fitting for the boy in a way; they were both yellow—well, Pip's hair was yellow, anyway—and fruity.

"Will you move over alreazy? Jesus Christ."

But Pip didn't move over; to Christophe's horror, the kid moved closer. The boy never did seem like he would know very much about personal space—Damien aside, Christophe had noticed that Pip would pat people on the shoulder or lean in close to them if he got the chance to do so; Christophe had also noticed that Damien never seemed to appreciate such actions—but as much as the boy detested him—and Pip didn't try to hide the fact that he wasn't a fan of the French—he still sat close enough to Christophe for the smell of him to begin to drive the boy crazy.

With want.

Christophe DeLorn wanted Pip Pirrup.

He wanted to push the boy back onto a bed—not shove, just push; there wouldn't be very much strength behind it, which would probably be something new and very welcomed for the blond boy; Christophe couldn't help but picture Damien roughly shoving Pip up against a wall and fucking the boy until he bleed—and show him why the French were lovers, not fighters.

Pip was British though, so Christophe couldn't show him his side as a lover—just as a fighter. Christophe didn't mind either; Pip Pirrup had never been on his radar of potential lovers before, and Christophe wasn't going to try anything with a British kid anyway. Besides, Damien would kill him for it, and Christophe wasn't quite ready to go back to Hell just yet.

But if Pip didn't stop surrounding him in that smell within the next twenty seconds, Christophe was going to show him what it was like having a mercenary pissed off at you.

Or he was just going to offer to let the kid suck his cock.

Or he could suck Pip's cock.

All of the options seemed like they would be equally good, and it was irritating Christophe to no end; he didn't want to suck off a British boy. He didn't want to swallow the boy's load whole to see if it would taste just as bitter as Pip's attitude towards him was.

But he did. Christophe had never seen the use in lying to himself—God hated him? So what. His mother tried to kill him? Big deal—and he didn't want to start doing it just because he wanted to press his lips against the boy sitting so close, he could feel his breath.

And those lips would be smooth, he was sure. They would fit perfectly against his. It wouldn't take effort to win dominance, either, and Christophe liked dominance—usually. He would occassionally—it only happened when the person that he was with was worthy of such an opportunity, and few were—take the submissive role, though it was extremely rare to happen.

He wouldn't mind it with Pip, though it wouldn't be because he was worthy; it would be because it would allow him to teach a British boy a fact of life—the French do it better. He would do anything—everything—to the kid, and it would blow Pirrup's mind.

His mind went back to Damien—was he bigger than the boy? Would he be better? Would Pirrup allow him to do things that the Prince of Hell wasn't allowed to try? Would he be softer, more patient, more loving with a kid that he didn't even like than the hell-spawn was?

He wouldn't doubt the last one—Damien really did seem like he would be the type to enjoy BDSM—but he had seen the way that the Prince looked at Pirrup sometimes when the kid wasn't paying attention...

But that train of thought led Christophe to picturing Pip chained up in a way that made the boy stand straight up, stark naked, a flush covering his face along with his more private body parts.

"I wish that you wouldn't boss me around so. It's partly my project too, Christophe."

Christophe found irony in the fact that Pip had asked him not to 'boss him around so' while he was picturing him in a submissive state, but he didn't laugh; instead he rolled his eyes, choosing not to say anything.

Pip Pirrup was not the kind of person that he wanted to interact with. Pip Pirrup was nothing like him. Pip Pirrup could never understand him or his view points. Pip Pirrup was not the type of person that Christophe wanted to be friends with, he was not the type of person that Christophe wanted to be attracted to or to find interesting, and he was not the type of person that Christophe wanted to have wiggle into his heart; Pip Pirrup was not the type of person that Christophe wanted to love.

But, as The Rolling Stones have said, you can't always get what you want, which was something that Christophe had realized more than once in his life.

He would realize the same thing over time in regards to Pip Pirrup.