Why is it that there's almost no Dip fanfics on here? I mean, Dip has four pages of fanfics in the romance section, while Cutters has at least nine!! I mean, half the people I talk to don't even like Cutters!! Well, not that I don't, I actually prefer it to Bunny because it makes so much more sense... but come on people!!! There is not enough Dip love! And while on the subject of Dip love, how come this is my most read story? I'm getting like, 56 hits a day on this thing, and "I'm Still Waiting" only gets 16. And that's my second most read story. I mean, this one is cool and all, but what about my multiple oneshots? They're short for a reason: to entertain and get reviews!! And I can't even put up most of my others, because they all come after my SP series, which I can't update because no one reads it!!! RAWR TO YOU ALL!!!
Anyway, the title says it all this chapter! Yay, finally at the fluff part!!
Disclaimer: Seriously? Again? Come on, you know I don't own this...
Let's see, dedications this time go to my favoritest reviewers, Fanficitonlover4allfiction and KATAANGFOREVERanEVER!!! Yah, they've been faithfully reading my story and are the driving force beneath my uber fast updates!! Thank them you gutless beasts who fave and don't review!! You know who you are!! Anyway, on with this show!!
Chapter Eight
Midnight Confessions
The morning found Pip still awake, clutching his pillow. He sat up as the early morning light filtered into his room, looking around his empty room. It was cold. He shivered, pulling the still smoke-scented covers around his shoulders. Wistfully, he recalled the previous morning; how he had woken up warm and comfortable, with Damien's body heat wrapped around him. It hadn't been cold then.
He sighed. He almost wished that last night had been a dream, but the sleepless night hours had convinced him otherwise. You couldn't dream if you never fell asleep. His lip gave a throb, and Pip gently touched it, feeling the small cut, already scabbed over, joining the one he had gotten when he was beat up. Somehow through their kiss, Damien had never once opened up the wound.
Pip blushed, remembering the action for the hundredth time in the last couple of hours. Heat flooded through him, and he hugged himself around his middle, trying to contain the unfamiliar feelings of lust that rushed through him. He knew that he shouldn't have done it, should never have gotten that stupid idea. But when he had woken up in the middle of the night, his body turned toward Damien's, the demon's arm still around his waist, he couldn't help but think of it. He had propped himself up on one arm, gazing down at the other. Damien's night black hair had fallen across his face so sweetly, and Pip had thought with a smile that he looked so ironically innocent in sleep. He had reached out, playing with his hair. It had been so wonderfully soft against his fingers.
Then, his eyes had been drawn to Damien's lips, and the idea had taken root in his heart. It spread, bloomed, flowered, sending its wicked fruit to every corner of Pip, until he burned with it. He had longed to feel Damien's lips against his, and he paused, his fingers still in Damien's hair. Could he do it? he had wondered. He had glanced at Damien. He was still asleep, and his breathing still came deep and even. He had floundered, hesitated, before the idea had taken hold of his mind, and he found himself drawing forward, his eyes closing.
Then everything had gone to bloody hell, and it had turned out that Damien had been awake. Pip shivered. He had been so terrified. Damien was a fickle person and he had thought that he never would have tolerated Pip's actions. But instead...
Pip blushed furiously, burying his head in the covers. It had taken him by surprise, that first contact. The kiss had been harsh, yes it was true, but Pip hadn't cared at that moment, too caught up in the feeling of Damien's lips on his. He fingered his lip, feeling again that small cut. It had hurt, but oh, by the love of God, it had felt wonderful! The feel of Damien's body on his, his tongue exploring his mouth, his hands upon his thighs, all while the scent of smoke and ash filled his nose. That lustful feeling in Pip's belly grew hotter.
He whimpered. He hadn't wanted Damien to go. He didn't care if Damien had just been screwing around with him, he wanted him back. It had been his first kiss, and the first sign that someone else besides his own mother loved him. Even his father had never showed any signs of loving him. Pip sighed. He didn't think it was very healthy, being attracted to Damien. But he couldn't really help it. He had been like a lost puppy wandering around, looking for a kind pair of hands to pick him up and take him home, but instead meeting only cruel insults and painful kicks. Pip touched his lip again, this time feeling the larger wound. Very painful kicks. Then Damien had walked in, a figure shrouded in shadows and mystery, with a penchant for violent sadism. But instead of killing him, as Pip had fully expected that first day in the park, hiding his fear beneath an adrenaline-induced giddiness, he had tolerated him. At first Pip had thought it was because Damien felt guilt over turning him into a firework, so long ago. Then he realized that Damien probably didn't even know the meaning of the word guilt. Or shame, or embarrassment. But, for no apparent reason, Damien saw fit to talk to him like he was a normal human being, unlike everyone else. It was ironic really, how a demon gave him what no other person did. Acceptance. And though they had only really known each other for five days, Pip had instantly become attracted to him, this scarlet-eyed demon with a darkly sadistic soul who seemed impervious to mortal fear and weakness. Pip believed that underneath that harsh exterior, there was a heart that beat warmly, for why else was Pip alive right now? By now, Pip didn't care if he was evil incarnate, he would have blindly followed Damien into the darkest pits of Hell if he had so wished.
He loved Damien, if only for the sole reason that he didn't push Pip away. But now Pip felt a flicker of uncertainty. What if Damien decided he had had his fun, and left him? He wouldn't do that, right? Pip wouldn't be able to take it. He had taken a bite of the better side of life, and he wouldn't be able to go back to those lonely days where everyone hated him. He didn't want to. Just then, his mother called him from below.
"Phillip, come down for breakfast!"
Pip sighed. Oh well. He started to get up, then let out a yelp, collapsing back on the covers. His wrists hurt. Rolling over onto his back, he pulled down his sleeves, examining the flesh underneath. Dark purple bruises wrapped around his slim wrists, in the exact shape of Damien's fingers. Pip couldn't help but smile. At least Damien had left him something else to remember this night. With a great reluctance, he got up more carefully, letting his sleeves cover the marks, leaving the smoke-scented sheets to pad out of his room.
The noon sun beat down on the city, as Pip walked out of his house. He had lain in his room for a couple of hours after his mother had left for work, doing nothing, before he had finally been seized with the urge to go and find Damien, wherever he might be. He looked around. Honestly, he had no idea where he was going. Where could he possibly begin to search for the demon? Pip bit on his fingernail thoughtfully for a moment. Maybe he could start at the park. They had been there a couple of times; if he was lucky, maybe he would find him again. He set off down the street, humming a small tune.
The trees quickly came into view, and Pip wandered into the grassy area, peering around. Although it was Sunday, there weren't many people in the park today. The place was practically empty. He walked forward, his eyes scanning the nearby benches. Nothing. He frowned, then caught sight of a tree slightly ahead, from where they had sat two days ago, when Damien had helped Pip with his homework. Putting on a small burst of speed, he entered the tree's shadow. Then his mood dropped. Damien wasn't here either. He sighed heavily, turning around to leave. Then something knocked into him, and he cried out, hitting the tree behind him, hard. Looking up, he saw Craig Tucker and his two buddies, Clyde and Token, looming over him. His heart fluttered in trepidation. He plastered a smile on his face.
"Hello there. How are you fellows doing today? Fine, I hope."
The three looked at each other, then burst out laughing.
"Did'ya hear that? Frenchie wants to know how we're doing!" Craig laughed.
"Fucking faggot." Clyde agreed, and Token nodded, grinning.
"Um, excuse me, but you're mistaken."
The laughter stopped suddenly, and the three snapped their heads around to look at Pip, like sharks homing in on fresh blood.
"What?" Craig's voice was low, dangerous. Pip looked him straight in the eye, his soft voice heard clearly.
"I'm not French. I'm British."
Pip was staring at Craig, so he was unprepared for the fist that came flying toward him from the left, connecting squarely with his face. Eyes widening, he tripped, stumbling to the ground.
"Nice one, Clyde."
Clyde grunted a response, and Pip felt a pair of hands lift him up, slamming him against the tree. Craig's face was suddenly close to his, his voice hissing.
"You don't fucking correct me, you fucking bitch." He snarled. "If I say you're a fucking Frenchie, then you better take it like the gay faggot you are and speak some fucking french, whether you know it or not! Got that?"
Pip tried to focus, hands weakly trying to push Craig's away. Craig ignored him, pulling back a fist, and ramming it into Pip's face. Pip's head snapped to the side, and he felt his lip open again, crying out in pain.
"Do you fucking hear me, bitch! I asked you if you got it! Answer me, faggot!"
Pip only spat out some blood, which unfortunately, happened to land on Craig's shirt. Roaring in anger, Craig punched him in the stomach, letting go of him. Pip collapsed, coughing horribly. Holding back tears with the practice of someone who's borne worse, he tried to get up. This time Token came forward, giving him a vicious kick. Choking, Pip went down again, his chest fluttering. He couldn't breathe. Craig pushed him up, holding him against the tree. Clyde and Token drew closer, sensing a beat down in the making.
"You get it now?!" Craig growled. Pip whimpered something, trying to call out.
"What was that?"
Pip tried again, this time managing to whisper,
"...Damien..."
Craig scowled. "Who's that, huh? Your gay boyfriend?"
Pip finally got a breath, and he breathed in deep, calling out to the one person who he thought cared.
"Damien!!"
A hand suddenly grabbed Craig's shoulder, pulling him back and throwing him to the side with a great strength. Pip fell to the ground, as his support was taken away. Clyde and Token whirled around, facing their new attacker. Damien stood there, fury written clearly on his handsome face. His scarlet eyes flashed in terrible wrath, and the two lackeys suddenly felt an irrational fear seize their minds. Damien drew closer, his eyes piercing them, freezing them to where they stood. His voice was low, dangerous, rumbling with power not meant for the mortal world.
"Drown in your fears."
Clyde and Token dropped, their eyes rolling up into their heads, and they lay unmoving on the ground. Turning toward Craig, he picked him up effortlessly, staring down at him. He repeated the words, and Craig fainted, limp when Damien dropped him. Damien looked down contemptfully at the fallen figure for a moment, before coming back to Pip's side. Pip still lay on the ground, panting, clutching his stomach. Damien knelt down, gently picking him up to stand on his feet, draping a supporting arm around the blonde's slender waist. Pip glanced at the figures on the ground.
"W-what did you do to them?"
"Nothing that you need to know about. Come on, let's go."
Damien walked forward, adopting a slow pace so that Pip could keep up. They walked deeper into the park, until they came to another empty bench, half hidden under a willow's dropping branches. Away from prying eyes, Damien led Pip to it, helping him sit down. Pip leaned on him, sweating a bit from the exertion used to walk through the throbbing pain. Damien wrapped an arm around him, drawing him closer. There was silence.
"Why did you come?"
Damien glanced at Pip, his eyes unreadable.
"Because you called me."
Pip chuckled weakly. "You do realize that doesn't make much sense for a reason, right?"
Damien only smiled slightly, saying nothing. For a moment, nothing else was said, and the only sound to be heard was the rustle of leaves moving as the wind blew gently through the trees. Then Pip's weight grew a bit heavier on Damien, and he looked down to see Pip asleep, soft sighs emanating from him. The sleepless night was catching up to him. Damien reached over, wiping away some of the blood still on the other's lip. He sighed, looking up into the weaving branches. He didn't know why he had come at all. He had been wandering the town, wreaking more havoc, when he had felt something, a twinge, a pull. His father had once told him he felt the same thing when people called on him, and Damien had focused, until he heard with clarity the second call, Pip's voice calling out plaintively to him. For a millisecond, he hesitated. Should he go? But then he had decided, and he had stepped into shadows, coming out to where Pip was. Anger was the first thing he felt. He saw those same three guys from before, one pinning Pip to the tree, and the blood on Pip's lip, the bruise on his face. Rage had roared up in him, and he had to restrain himself from killing them right then and there. He didn't think Pip would have particularly liked to see him tear out their hearts and feast on their blood.
Pip gave a small murmur, turning to grip lightly on Damien's shirt. Damien said nothing, surprised by the warm feelings that rushed forth. He tightened his grip on Pip's waist.
He wondered what these feelings were. All his life, he had been surrounded by hate, anger, and sadistic joy over the misery of other's pain. He was familiar with those. They were practically his brothers in life. But these, these new ones that had burned in his belly when Pip moaned in pleasure, the ones that had sparked a sense of sadness when he saw Pip on the ground, unable to get up, the ones that right now were content with Pip in his arms, these confused him. Damien had never felt love before, or thought himself capable of it, so this was very strange to him. My heart feels heavy, Damien mused. But light at the same time. He laughed inwardly. I didn't even know I had a heart! He looked down at Pip, feeling slightly possessive over the sylph in his arms. He was familiar with possessiveness.
If anything else I've asked for has become mine, why can't I have Pip? Damien grinned. Why couldn't he? And right then and there, it was settled. If he liked Pip, possibly loved him, and wanted him for his own, then he wouldn't let him go. He was going to be Damien's, and only Damien's, one way or another.
They sat there, Damien holding the sleeping Pip, until the sun started to sink downwards. Then Damien gently picked up his sleeping angel, holding him close. Pip didn't stir. Damien sank into the lengthening shadows, taking Pip home.
Pip sighed gently, holding his pillow tighter. He slowly rose to awareness, and though he tried to go back to sleep, it eluded him, slipping away from his grasp like smoke through his fingers. He moaned sleepily, rolling over onto his back. A warm hand touched his forehead, and Pip's eyes fluttered open. The room was dark, and even the moon hid behind clouds, so Pip couldn't see much. His eyes slowly grew accustomed to the dark though, and he saw Damien sitting on his bed next to him.
"Damien?" Pip tried to get up, stopped by the pain that flared in his stomach.
"Oww." Pip got up anyway, looking at Damien through sleep-tousled hair. "What are you doing here?" He looked around. "What am I doing here? The last thing I remember is being in the park."
"You fell asleep. I took you home."
"Oh, I'm sorry, I-" Pip blushed.
"What?"
"I, uh, I didn't get much sleep after last night." Pip admitted. Damien grinned, bending forward to pull Pip closer to him. Pip willingly went, his blush growing darker as Damien moved back, leaning against the wall and settling Pip in his lap, his legs on either side of him. He wrapped his arms around Pip, the blonde's head resting on his shoulder. Pip felt that warm heat that was Damien wrap around him, and he felt a burst of hopeful joy. Could this be his answer? That maybe Damien hadn't been just playing with him?
"Go to sleep, angel." Damien murmured softly, his voice sending shivers through Pip.
"I-I don't think I can anymore. I've already slept a good deal now."
Damien chuckled, his laugh going straight through Pip. "Let me help you with that."
His left hand traveled up to Pip's forehead, and Pip felt a wave of sleepiness wash over him. His head drooped forward, before Damien made it rest once again comfortably on his shoulder. In his suddenly sleepy state, Pip heard himself ask,
"Why are you being so nice to me? Everybody else here seems to hate me."
Damien was silent for a moment, and Pip didn't think he was going to answer. He was just about to fall asleep again, when he heard the whispered answer, rumbling gently in his ear.
"Because I love you."
Pip felt his heart stop, flutter, then beat again, but sleep took him away before he could say anything.
Damien breathed in the soft rain scent of the sleeping Pip, thinking. It had felt right. He hadn't known what to say when Pip had asked him why he was nice to him. But those words, spoken on just a whim, an urge, they had felt right. A little bit like a lie, because he still wasn't certain that he could actually truly love, but he accepted it. He loved Pip. And judging by the suddenly erratic heartbeats Pip had had before he had fallen asleep, he could probably be safe in guessing that he did do. The thought made him happy. He smiled. It used to be that the only thing that made him happy was the thought of torturing some souls down by the lake of fire back at home. Now he felt happy because he thought someone loved him. Oh, how far he had come!
He settled back further against the wall, hearing Pip give a sleepy moan. The small blonde squirmed, then rolled around in his arms, curling up on Damien's chest, hooking a leg around Damien's waist. Pip clutched onto his shirt, his sleepy breath blowing seductively onto Damien's neck. Damien suppressed a groan, feeling a tightening in his pants as Pip brushed against him, his soft thigh resting between Damien's legs. Motherfuck, if he wasn't listening to Pip's slowed heartbeat right now, he would have sworn on all things unholy that Pip was completely awake, and fully aware of what he was doing. If that had been the case, Damien would have fucked him senseless right then and there, but it wasn't, unfortunately, so he took a deep breath, contenting himself with running his hands through Pip's hair. It was soft, like silk. Breathing out, his breath ruffling Pip's hair, he closed his eyes, withdrawing easily into that familiar black of a dreamless sleep. The only kind of sleep he had.
A/N: Aaaaaaaand, there you go. The start of a beautiful relationship...not. Anyway, I'm pretty satisfied with how this chapter turned out. Sure, this was driving me insane by the time I was actually typing it up, but that was a loooooong while ago. Hey, I'm thinking of uploading everyday and have the very last chapter on Valentine's Day. What do you think?
Damien: I think it's an incredibly sappy idea that almost makes me want to puke.
Me: Oh, go stuff it up your pipe, pessimist.
Pip: I think it's a lovely idea. It's rather romantic, really.
Me: Awww, thank you Pip! I'm glad I made Damien profess his love for you.
Pip: (blush) Oh, well, yes, I-I suppose it was nice...
Damien: Nice, my ass. You practically jizzed your pants when I said it.
Pip: (bright red blush) Damien! How vulgar!
(Damien pulls Pip close, holds him tightly around his waist)
Damien: (evil grin) You know you liked when I said it.
Pip: (deep red blush) Oh my! Um, Damien...let me go?...please?
Damien: (pretends to think) Hmmm, nope. I don't think so.
(Me tiptoes out veeeery secretly...)
Me: Oh, don't worry, he won't rape Pip just yet. One, it isn't rape if it's consensual XDDD, and two, I have...other plans for that...I'll just wait until he's got Pip half naked before I interf--HOLY SHIT YOU FUCKING BASTARD!! NO! NO, NO, BAD DAMIEN! YOU WEREN'T SUPPOSED TO UNDRESS HIM THAT FAST!! PUT HIM DOWN, PUT HIM DOWN!!!