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Chapter Nine
Playing Hooky
The day dawned bright and cold, and Pip shivered as the ringing of the alarm clock woke him up, pulling the covers tighter around him. It still wasn't enough, so Pip turned, blindly reaching out a hand to try to find Damien, to cuddle up with him and regain some heat. He was met with nothing but blank air. He shot up, his hair a veritable fluff ball of golden blonde. Looking around, he saw nothing but an empty room. He whimpered, pressing the snooze button on his clock. Had it been only a dream? Could it be possible? He got up, but gasped when a shooting line of fire smacked him in the stomach. He lifted up his shirt. The bruise Craig had given him was still there, large, dark and purple. He felt a glorious smile transform his face. It had happened! He suddenly blushed.
Damien had told him he loved him. Pip squealed, rolling around in the covers, and accidentally fell off the bed. Lying spread-eagled on the floor, he breathed out a happy sigh, his heart fit to burst. Then he sat up. Where was Damien, then?
He thought a minute. If he called him, would he come? Like before? He hesitated.
"...Damien?" He called out softly.
Nothing happened. But after a while, a slight tugging pulled at his mind. It was the weirdest sensation that Pip had ever felt, and he shook his head like a wet dog, trying to make it go away. It only got stronger.
"Mmmweehhhhhhh!!!" Pip rolled around on the floor, curling like a cat, pawing at his head for a good moment. He finally got tired, and lay on the floor, panting. When he stopped moving, the feeling abated, to be replaced with one strong urge:
Come here.
The park. Damien was waiting for him there. Pip bolted up, silent. He didn't know how he did it or what unholy powers he used, nor did he care, but he absolutely knew, without a doubt, that Damien was telling him where to go. He frowned. But today was a school day. Could he so blatantly ignore his responsibility and skip school to go see Damien?
Yes, yes he very well could. He dove for his dresser, pulling out some clothes. He bounded for the bathroom, grabbing a towel on the way from his closet. He wasn't going to go skip school and meet Damien without being presentable. That would just be rude.
Pip ran down the sidewalk, following the pulling sensation. A bright smile decorated his face, his hat cocked at a jaunty angle, and though he drew the attention of various passerby, he didn't care. He was on top of the world. The park slowly came into view, and Pip bounced inside, scanning the area. He didn't see Damien anywhere, but that was okay. The feeling in his mind kept pulling him onwards, and he walked deeper into the park, following the trail. The park was completely empty, seeing as it was the beginning of the business week, Monday, and all the adults were working, their younger counterparts in school. Pip reached the drooping willow that he had sat underneath yesterday with Damien, and his smile grew brighter. Damien sat on the bench, leaning back casually as if he owned the place. Which he probably could make happen.
The mind tugging faded as Pip got closer, and so did his giddiness, to be replaced by an overwhelming shyness. Giving Damien a meek smile, he sat gingerly on the edge of the bench, as if poised for flight. He hesitated. What now? Damien chuckled, reaching over to pull him to his side. Pip squeaked, reaching up to gently clutch at the arm now slung over his shoulder. He fidgeted, gazing up slowly at Damien. A question burned on his tongue, demanding to be asked. Damien, as if sensing it, turned his head toward him, glancing down. Pip's voice was anxious as the question won, crawling out of his mouth.
"Did...did you really mean what you said? Last night?"
Damien looked down at him silently for a moment, then leaned forward, taking Pip by surprise as their lips touched. This kiss was different than the first time, more tender, not nearly as rough. Damien took the lead again, being careful not to open up Pip's so recently split lip. Pip, after his initial shock, deepened the kiss, pressing his slender body closer to Damien. The raven-haired demon showed his approval by wrapping both arms around him, pulling Pip closer to him, enfolding him in heat. Damien flicked his tongue against Pip's lips, and Pip couldn't help but acquiesce, parting them to his silent request. With an open invitation, Damien slipped in his tongue, exploring inside. Pip moaned under his mouth, trembling in Damien's arms. The need for air had Pip pulling back after a while, and Damien let him, but never once enlarged the distance between them. He smirked.
"Does that answer your question?"
Pip nodded breathlessly, his face burning. He settled back against Damien, leaning his head on the other's shoulder. On the outside, he was meek and shy, but on the inside, he was leaping for joy. Damien really did love him! Pip glanced up at Damien.
"You seem very...relaxed about all of this." Pip commented demurely. Damien ruffled his hair.
"Because I already decided you're mine. This is practically just instant gratification."
Pip was shocked. "...when did this happen?"
"Yesterday."
"Oh. Okay, then." Pip fell silent again, unsure of what to do next. He'd never had a friend before, much less an intimate relationship between anyone. This was all very new to him. Thankfully, it was Damien's turn to ask a question.
"Why didn't you still run away when I tried to scare you, the first time we met again? Why do you...'love' me?"
Pip blushed furiously, unable to look up. How could he answer that? Damien poked him in the side after a moment, waiting for an answer. The blonde hesitated, trying to put it into words. His voice came out soft.
"You're a demon, the Antichrist, the person who's supposed to bring about the end of the world as we know it, but...you're nice to me. You talk to me. You've saved me from people who want to hurt me. You don't push me away...I don't care what you are." Pip looked up toward Damien, his blue eyes shining with trust. "To me, you're the only person who's ever shown me the smallest bit of kindness."
Damien was astounded. Pip's reasons were so...pure and innocent. He was a lost puppy, finally finding a master he could follow, that he could give his heart to. And Damien had unwittingly become that person. He himself didn't exactly know why he loved Pip, why he felt attracted to this fragile mortal that confused him with his white soul and bright smile. But Pip already had it all figured out for himself. It made Damien feel almost...inadequate. And that was something he had never felt before.
He rested his head on Pip's, murmuring,
"You do realize that that doesn't make much sense, right? There's absolutely no reason to why you should ever love a demon."
Pip made a dissenting sound. "Well, I have one. So it happens to make complete sense."
Damien laughed. "You're an adorable angel."
Pip was silent.
"Why do you call me that? That's the third time already you called me that."
"Because your soul is white. Like an angel's. But yours doesn't burn to look at."
Damien could feel the heat spread over Pip's face as he took that in.
"I-Is that one of the reasons that you like me so much? That you say you l-love me?" Pip asked hesitantly.
"Not really. It annoyed the fuck out of me the first time I met you again." Damien chuckled. "But I like it now, even though it's not the real reason I love you."
He gripped Pip tighter, closer, leaning down to whisper in Pip's ear,
"I love you because you never expect anything from me..."
His breath tickled Pip's neck now.
"Because you love me as I am..."
Damien's hands slipped under Pip's shirt to rest their warm heat on his sides. Pip mewled at the contact, his breath coming a little faster. Damien nibbled gently on his tender neck, murmuring,
"Because I love the sounds you make..."
His hands started a slow crawl down to Pip's waistline, plucking softly at the tops of Pip's pants. Pip moaned, squirming, panting slightly as he blushed red. Damien kissed the soft skin of Pip's neck, sending shivers through him.
"Because you're so cute..."
Damien's hands slipped silently under his waistband, fingering the edge of Pip's underwear. Pip gasped breathlessly, arching slightly under Damien's touch. Pip felt Damien's warm tongue swipe gently behind his ear, and Pip lost any ability he might have had left to speak, letting out a long moan as the heat spread throughout his body. He felt Damien's chuckle again, vibrating through his chest, and hot on his neck.
"Because I want you..."
Damien turned him around, pushing him down on the bench. Leaning over him, Damien kissed Pip again, his tongue entering his angel's mouth, leading him in a sensual dance of carnal lust. Pip whimpered as the heat spiraled faster, hotter, in his belly. Damien spread Pip's legs, crawling closer to him, his hands unbuttoning Pip's maroon blazer, undoing the bowtie he wore. Damien pulled away from Pip, his eyes molten pools of hot blood as he stared down at Pip, ignoring the mew of protest Pip made. Pip gazed up at him, his breath coming heavy, his own pupils darkened with unfamiliar lust.
"Damien..." Pip tried, his voice soft, as he reached for Damien's shirt.
"I want to fuck you so bad right now." Damien growled. Pip's eyes widened, a bit of fear appearing in the blue depths as he took in those bluntly spoken words. Damien dove down, again capturing those soft lips, leading Pip until the blonde was panting underneath him, his face flushed in that lovely scarlet blush. Damien pulled off the bowtie, tugging down the collar of his shirt, brushing his lips against Pip's now-exposed collarbone.
"I could do it..." He whispered, his husky voice reaching Pip's ears clearly. "I could do it, and you wouldn't stop me." He kissed the sensitive skin, feeling Pip quiver beneath him.
"I would make you want it."
Pip mewled as he lay there, his hands on Damien's shoulders, unable to decide if he wanted him to stop or keep going. Then Damien pulled away, staring down at Pip with a slightly triumphant expression.
"But I'm not. I want to enjoy you some more before I fuck you senseless." Pip squeaked at the blatantly lewd statement, flushing darker. Damien pulled Pip up, tilting his head up for another kiss.
"And I don't just say I love you. I know it." Damien murmured against his lips. "And you should too."
He pressed another kiss to Pip's half-open mouth.
"I love you." He whispered, breathing in Pip's rain-scent. "Tell me you love me too, angel."
Pip shivered at the command, his heart pounding. "...I love you too, Damien." He said softly, his mind still in a daze after the assault of kisses.
"Good." Damien stood up suddenly, leaving the bench. Pip looked at him, confused.
"Where are you going?" Pip asked, reaching out to him. Damien took his hand, pulling him off the bench too.
"You mean where are we going. If you're skipping school, I'm not about to waste the damn day sitting around on a fucking bench." Damien grinned wickedly.
"Where do you want to go first?"
They passed the day in a whirl, Damien taking him around the town, then to places Pip had never seen before. It turned out that when Damien had said no place was denied to him, he had actually meant it. Damien took Pip to a beach in sunny Florida, where the water was just barely cold and the breakers pushed you down when you sat too close to the shoreline. Pip jumped straight in after taking off his jacket and shoes, laughing as the small waves bobbed him up and down. He had never seen the ocean before. It was beautiful, the sun sparkling over a crystal clear sea, emerald green at the shore, sapphire blue near the horizon, and twenty different mixes of green and blue in between. Sure, there were a couple patches of mystery seaweed floating around, but rain and storms were commonplace in Florida, and everyone knew the sea got dirty after a storm. After Pip had dried off, Damien whisked him away to New York City, with it's neverending lights and busy streets. The air was rife with the chatter of people and the honking of horns, the buildings looming over you and blocking out half of the sky. They wandered the crowded streets around a busy square, Pip's eyes reflecting every shining light and window, so full of things to see: from books to clothes, to toys and a chocolate store that almost made you cry when you smelled the sugar and chocolate that wafted from the opened door, and even a pet store, the barks, mews, caws and squeaks filling the air around them. Pip went inside almost every one, entranced by every wonder to be seen. All in all, it was a hell of a first date.
Damien was silent, barely saying a word, but the triumphant smile on his face said it all. When the sun started to set, Damien took him home. They walked into the house, and were met with Pip's mother. She hugged Pip warmly.
"Phillip, I got a call from school that you skipped today." She accused, but her voice was light, her eyes smiling.
"Next time, tell me, so I can pack you and your friend a lunch. I don't want you boys to get hungry." She admonished lovingly, bustling back into the kitchen. Pip smiled. He loved his mother.
A week passed in a blur. Pip went to school, where he walked with a new bounce in his step. His old problem, the bullying from Craig, Clyde and Token was non-existent now. They didn't even glance his way anymore. Pip wondered just what Damien had done to them, but he thought it was better off not to ask. Afterward, he would meet with Damien, and they would walk around town, or sit in the park, or whatever else popped into Damien's mind. They never held hands, but that was only because Damien's arm was always wrapped so tightly around his waist that holding hands was redundant with the tiny distance between them. Kisses were frequent, and Pip would always be surprised when Damien would pull him into a secluded corner or empty alley to take advantage of his willing lips.
Damien was surprisingly good when it came to finding those secluded corners.
At night, Damien would sleep over. Mrs. Pirrup never minded. When the moon rose and the house was silent, Pip would crawl into bed with Damien, cuddling close to the demon he loved. Damien would hold him close, and Pip would fall asleep to the alluring heat that enveloped him, while the other fell asleep to the gentle beat of Pip's heart. And Pip never had a nightmare.
But for Damien, though he never dreamed, it was going to be one.
A/N: Ooooooh......the suspense! The cliffhangers!! The AWESOMENESS!!! XD. Anyway....I've counted, and there aren't enough chapters left to update everyday, but the last chapter will still be out on Valentine's Day. Remember that. I'm telling you this now for all those readers out there who're gonna be screaming later. But yeah, I totally love this!! It was nothing but mushy fluff and I love it!!! I've been waiting to put this up 3!!
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Me: Dude, where's my Dami-beast and sexto-I mean, Pip? They usually say something by now...hello? Damien? Pip? Where are you?
Craig: They left a loooong time ago.
Me: Oh my God, Craig!! Hey, I haven't seen you since last chapter! How're you doing?
Craig: ...you're a bitch, you know that? I still have nightmares.
Me: Awww, I'm sowwy. Why hasn't Tweekie made it better?
Craig: He's too busy running from gnomes.
Me: Ouchie. So, do you know where Damien and Pip are?
Craig: Pip's trailer. Damien said something about...Pip and 'finally getting his prize'.
Me: OH MY GOD, NO!
Craig: Yeah.
(Me runs off to stop Damien)
Craig: Hah, stupid. Damien's asleep and Pip's in the bathroom. Fucker. That what she gets.
(Craig flips her off and leaves)
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(far off in the distance...)
Me: Hey!!!