Sweet Jesus on a stick!! Have I got a surprise for you faithful readers out there!!! Heh heh heh....yes, the time has come....or has it? I'm not making any sense...but I don't care! Just read, and enjoy! Oh shit. Wait. I keep on forgetting to mention this, but I have no idea if Pip is adopted or not, so....in here he's not. Thus the name. So, whatever. Anyway, read and enjoy, my faithful pets!!

Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN THIS!! Just the amazing plotline. Ha, modest, much?

I wanna dedicate this to all my readers, especially RainbowMunchies, yaoilover1013, and the amazing Fanficitonlover4allfiction!! You all are awesome!!

Chapter Seven
My Angel

The sun set on the horizon, staining the sky a multitude of colors, from dying orange to velvet purple. It was nightfall, and the city was settling down into the sluggish patterns of a weary hive's nighttime rituals before everyone went to sleep.

Pip was up in his room, lying on his bed and reading a book, when the doorbell rang downstairs. He looked up curiously, but he could hear the patter of his mother's feet as she went downstairs to answer it. He wondered if it was his father, come home early. Then he shook his head. His father would never leave early. He cared more about his work than his family. He returned to his book, rolling over on his belly, then onto his back, his feet resting up on the wall. Pip quickly forgot about the doorbell as he became engrossed in the book, and he was in the middle of a good part when a shadow fell over him, blocking the light. Moving the book from his line of vision, he saw Damien lean over him.

"Is it any good?"

Pip gave a loud squeak, surprise choking any louder sound he could have made. He shot up, and Damien drew back calmly at the same moment, just barely missing being smacked in the head. Pip put his back to the wall, trying to calm his suddenly pounding heart, gripping his book tightly.

"Oh my, that was frightening! My word, Damien, I fear you almost gave me a heart attack!"

Damien chuckled.

"Did my mum let you in?"

"Yeah."

Pip relaxed his hold on the book, letting out a loud exhalation.

"What are you doing here?"

Damien put a hurt look on his face.

"I'm shocked, good chap. Throwing away British decorum like that. How rude." He said, imitating Pip's voice. The resemblance was uncanny, and Pip was a bit creeped out to hear his voice come from Damien's mouth.

"That's...just a little weird, Damien."

"Thank you." He said in a normal voice. Damien sat down next to him on the bed, laying down with his hands beneath his head.

"So, what are you actually doing here?"

Damien closed his eyes calmly, as if he was going to take a nap.

"I'm staying the night here, obviously. What's it look like?"

Pip was stunned. "Huh?"

"You're not deaf, so don't act like it. I'm spending the night."

"But..." Pip fumbled for words. "You didn't want to stay the night the other times I offered, and yesterday was almost a fluke! What made you change your mind so suddenly?"

Opening his eyes, Damien fixed Pip with a sly smile.

"My curiosity."

Pip's cheeks turned a rosy pink, and he didn't even know why. He sat blushing silent next to Damien.

"Does my mum know you're staying over?"

"Yeah. Already asked her. Told her you had invited me after breakfast."

Pip frowned. "But I didn't."

Damien grinned.

"She doesn't know that."

"Damien, it's not very polite to lie to my mum."

"What else did you want me to do? Show up in the middle of the night in your room like a real demon?"

Pip blushed. "No."

"Exactly. I'm inviting myself in a better way than I normally would. So shut up and take it."

Pip sighed.

"All right. Do you plan to eat dinner with us again?"

"Yeah. What's your mom making today?"

"Spaghetti."

"Good." Damien's eyes closed again, and he made himself comfortable on Pip's bed. "Wake me up when it's time for dinner. Don't even think about complaining."

Then he was asleep. Pip looked at him, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips, before returning to his book.

"Damien."

He heard Pip's voice, and Damien's eyes immediately snapped open. Pip's hand was on his shoulder, giving him a gentle shake.

"My mum's got dinner ready downstairs."

Nodding, Damien got up, following Pip downstairs. The dinner tonight, spaghetti with a side of mashed potatoes and raisin studded bread with milk for dessert, wasn't nearly as eventfully interesting as last night's, though the food still amazingly delicious. They sat back in their chairs afterward, as Mrs. Pirrup collected their dishes to wash.

"What would you like to do next?" Pip asked. Damien shrugged.

"Ooh, my mum just got a new movie, you know, the one about that book, Angels and Demons? How about we watch it?"

"Sure."

They trooped to the living room, once again settling on the couch. Damien noticed with a surprised pleasure that tonight, Pip sat just a bit closer to him. The previews ran by, and the movie began.

"I think it's the priest guy." Damien said after a while. Pip looked at him, a bit peeved.

"No, it's not. Wait, really?"

"I don't fucking know. I've never watched this before."

Pip looked away. "Oh. Well, I think it's the Swiss guard captain. He looks suspicious to me. Either that, or that old guy in the Conclave."

"Nah." Damien glanced at him. "Wanna bet money on it?"

"Ha, no thank you. I'm not a gambling man, really. And I'm definitely not going to start now."

"Whatever." Damien leaned back, enjoying the movie. When it finally ended, Damien grinned.

"You would have lost that bet. I knew it was him."

Pip was astounded. "But, why would he kill his own father? That's horrible! After all he did for him!"

"What did I tell you yesterday? Your religion is based on lies and hate, and he's a perfect example of how not even your holy city is safe from its internal rot."

Pip pouted. "Drat. I really did think it was the Swiss guard guy."

Damien chuckled. "You suck."

Pip's pout grew more prominent, and Damien sneaked a peek at him. He felt a bit disappointed that Pip hadn't fallen asleep on him tonight. But somehow throughout the movie, Pip had gotten closer to him on the couch, until he was pressed against the demon's side. That made up for his disappointment.

It had gotten late, and Pip's mother had long gone upstairs to go to sleep. Pip yawned.

"So, you really are going to stay over?"

"No, I'm going to go to your church and hang from it's belfry like a bat." Damien's voice dripped sarcasm. Pip giggled.

"I think that'd be funny to see."

"Shut up."

Pip got up, stretching, and Damien felt another twinge of disappointment as the lithe body left his side. But he quelled it as he, too, got up, trailing after Pip to his room upstairs. He collapsed on Pip's bed once they got there, kicking off his shoes, watching as Pip rummaged in his drawer for pajamas.

"I'll be right back." He bounded out, leaving Damien alone.

Thoughts were running across Damien's mind, mainly about Pip. These strange feelings, these twinges of emotion, were very strange. Nothing of this had ever happened to Damien before, so he was slightly confused, but mainly intrigued. He wondered if he would sleep with Pip again tonight.

As if called, Pip bounced back in, this time wearing soft white cotton pajamas, with tiny silver snowflakes sewn on the fabric.

"You look like a giant fuzzball."

Pip stuck out his tongue at Damien. "These are my favorite, so I don't care."

Damien looked around. The sleeping bag wasn't anywhere to be seen. His unspoken question was then answered by Pip turning off the lights, then jumping onto the bed, snuggling deep under the covers. Damien was surprised, then he let out a burst of laughter. He could see the dark crimson blush on Pip's cheeks as he asked,

"What?"

Damien shook his head. "Nothing." He didn't even have to force him into bed this time. This was amazingly fun! He reached out, pulling Pip closer and ignoring the other's sudden squeak. He breathed in deep. Pip smelled like the earth after a rainstorm. Giving another deep chuckle, he tightened his hold, listening to Pip's rapid heartbeats until they slowed, and he fell asleep.

He was being watched. Damien awoke quickly, his awareness expanding rapidly. His breathing did not change, and his eyes remained closed, but he knew someone was watching him. He opened his eyes the merest slit, scanning the room secretly.

Pip was watching him, his head propped up by his hand. His blond hair shone silver in the moonlight, and his sky blue eyes were alive with curiosity, his pupils large and darkened, taking him in. They were separated by inches, thanks to Damien's hand still draped over the other's waist. Damien kept still. What was Pip doing? They watched each other for a bit, then Pip reached out, gently taking hold of a lock of Damien's hair. A sweet smile crept onto the blond's face as he played with the strands, turning them softly in his fingers. Damien was like a statue. He didn't really mind.

Then Pip's fingers stopped. After a pause, he sighed delicately, his cheeks turning a rosy pink. Pip bent forward, his eyes fluttering closed, as his lips drew closer to Damien's. Damien's heart nearly stopped in wicked delight. He waited until Pip's hair tickled his cheek, before exploding outwards, grabbing Pip around the waist with both hands and slamming him down on the bed. His legs on either side of him, Damien leaned forward, holding Pip's wrists. That, and the weight of Damien on top of him, made sure that Pip was kept down. The blond struggled at first, but quickly calmed down, his pounding heartbeats making their way clearly to Damien's ears. Blue eyes looked up fearfully at him, terrified of retribution, and Damien grinned.

"Well, well, well, what have we here?"

Pip said nothing, that lovely blush back full force on him.

"Just what were you trying to do, little Pip? Hmm?"

"Nothing!" Pip whimpered. Damien dug in his fingernails into the tender flesh of Pip's wrists, eliciting a small squeak from him.

"Don't lie to me, Pirrup. I saw you lean forward and your eyes close." Damien cocked his head curiously, his scarlet eyes piercing blue ones.

"Why?"

Pip looked away, his slender chest quivering. "...I-I don't know..." He admitted shamefacedly. "I just...I just wanted to."

"Trying to kiss a demon, you dirty little boy." Damien chuckled darkly. "And you call yourself Christian. How shameful is your sin."

Pip turned back to Damien, his eyes pleading with him not to be killed. Damien grinned wickedly at him. It was time to have a little fun.

"Well, if a kiss from me is what you want, then let me give you back your lustful sin."

Before Pip could do anything, Damien dove down, capturing Pip's soft lips. Pip gasped in shock, and Damien took the chance, darting in with his tongue, exploring his wet cave. This was no gentle kiss; it was forceful, rough, Damien snatching dominance and not letting go. Damien took control, showing Pip how to respond on pure sensually lewd instinct. Fire burned deep in Damien's belly, and he ground his hips on Pip's, feeling him moan under his mouth. His tongue flicked against Pip's, demanding a better response, and Pip felt himself moving his mouth in time to Damien's. The demon growled his approval at the response, reveling in Pip's virgin hesitancy, his innocence. Then Damien's canines accidentally pierced Pip's bottom lip, and the blond mewled in sudden stinging pain. Damien hissed softly at the warm scent of the liquid. He licked at the blood, sucking and nipping at Pip's lip, while still grinding into him. Pip gasped and whimpered, only feeling a rush of pleasure, and Damien continued ravaging him with his mouth and tongue, until he was satisfied. He drew back a little, leaving Pip breathing heavily beneath him, his tender lips swollen from the force of the kiss. Damien licked leftover blood from his mouth, his blood red eyes staring hungrily into Pip's.

"Your blood is delicious, little Pip."

Pip only panted, his hand finding its way to Damien's shirt, as if to pull him back. Damien gently tugged it away, sitting up. His hands went down to rub Pip's thighs, long, languid strokes through the fabric that caused Pip to moan, the sound so sensually seductive that Damien literally felt shivers run down his spine. The demon smiled, stopping his movements, and Pip whimpered a protest.

"You're oh, so very innocent, Pip..." Damien chuckled, his eyes lazily traversing Pip's body. So many things he could do, so many curiosities waiting to be explored, but...

"I'm done with you tonight, but don't worry, I'll be back soon." He leaned down, his breath hot on Pip's panting mouth.

"Sweet dreams, angel."

Pip's eyes widened at the goodbye and he gave a mewled protest, but Damien pressed another kiss on Pip, this time just a feathering, the lightest of touches. Then he pulled back, and black shadows gathered around him, and he vanished. Pip lay breathless, sweaty, made helpless by the dark sensual gaze of Damien's scarlet demon eyes, left alone to spend the night in restless insomnia.

A/N: Yes!!! Finally! Some action!! Muahahahaah!!!!!! Oh, shit I had to revise this so many times over, it was so not funny! But I'm happy with the end result.

Pip: I...I don't know how I feel about this...

Me: What? Damien's amazingly hot mouth on yours? The way he pretty much almost gave you a hand job?

Pip: Yes, that! And stop being so vulgar!

Damien: (evil smile) I happened to like it very much. You kind of left me blue-balling there, though...

Pip: Dear Lord!

Me: Hahaha! Sorry, Pip, you're outnumbered here.

(Damien snatches Pip)

Damien: Feel like continuing where we left off last night?

Pip: Oh my God!!!!!

Me: Come on, let him go my pet. I have other things in store for you.

Damien: Oh, rly?

(Pip squirms out of Damien's grasp, scampers off)

Damien: See, now look what you did. He's escaped.

Me: (evil grin) Oh, don't worry. He won't be escaping for long.

Damien: I like the way you think.