Notes: Uh, I'm sorry it takes me so long to put out these chapters.. Well.. Not that long, but still… I just have a life of sorrow and procrastination, I su sorreh~
I loved the reviews, laik su macho, I didn't think I'd get any at all.. So when I read them I'm like ; u ;
And yes, Bendy are getting powers, I've already drawn the group pic with it all going down in funky town (Just needs to be lined, coloured and uploaded to DA).. I'm InUrEndOh :}
And.. SEXY TIMES, OMAI?
But no actual sex yet.. Whatta tease.. ; n ;
~•º*Coon and Friends REBORN*º•~
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Kyle stood there with the door handle burning his fingers with it's iciness, Cartman was standing below him.. But there was something not right..
He was as tubby as ever and still had the same self satisfied smirk he had continued to wear since Kyle could ever remember him knowing the other, yet..
"Cartman, are you wearing.. Cat ears? WHAT THE-!"
The brunette lunged at him, clamping his hands over the jew's mouth before he could shout anymore and wake up everyone in the street. "Shut the fuck up..!" He hissed, pulling him out into the cold.
Kyle's bare feet stung from the snow, but he nodded, his eyes wide and completely shocked at what he was seeing on the top of Cartman's head, nearly fainting when he saw them twitch with the boy's irritance. "What.. Are they.. Real?" He whispered, reaching out to touch them and then hesitating when his fingers brushed them and they flicked with the brunette wincing.
Cartman slapped his hands away irritably. "Get off.." He grumbled. "Fucking menace jew.."
He then reached to touch them himself, feeling the little furry stubs tremble and twitch beneath his fingers. "Uh, you know what? I think they are.." He said slowly.
"Holy shit, dude..!" He whispered, backing up into the house and rubbing his feet on his legs with little hops. "What the hell did you do.. Wait.. Is that a tail..?" He looked like he was about to faint but snapped himself out of it and shook his head. "You know what? I don't care, I'm not even gonna ask what you did this time.."
"I didn't do anything!"
The redhead rolled his eyes, running his fingers through the untameable mess of his curls. "You never do, do you?"
"No, really-!" He was about to continue, but his tailed curled around him from the cold, he tried to prise it off him but it didn't seem to want to listen.
Just as stubborn as the owner, Kyle thought, but didn't say so, just stared at it, his eyes burning and watering as he did.
"Are you fucking crying?" Cartman half laughed, catching Kyle's watering eyes. "Holy shit, you are aren't you? You little jewbitch..!" He tried to hold in his laughter for the noise, but still managed to do it silently much to the annoyance of Kyle as he glared at him.
"I'm not crying." He pouted stubbornly. "It's just cold."
"Oh, right, 'cause Colorado isn't cold all the time?" He scoffed.
"Shutthefuckupandgetinside." He scowled, pulling him in by the hood of his jacket and rubbing his eyes furiously.
•••••••••••••••
Token coughed violently in his sleep, rolling over onto his side and then wincing painfully. "God.. Shit..!" He rolled back over, licking his lips as his eyes focused in on where he was.
As he tried to see what was in front of him he realised he could only see steam, a sort of condensation on a window of some sort. He reached to wipe it with his hand, ignoring the splintering pain that shot through his arm as he did, but was jarred when he felt that the glass was covering his head.
Annoying still, was the fact that he couldn't get to the condensation to wipe it, as it was in the inside of the glass and not the outside..
"He's up." A familiar voice, Bebe's, whispered.
"Shhh..!" Someone hushed her irritably.
He groaned and tried to sit up, but couldn't, a pain too intense to let him radiating through his whole body every time he tried.
"Hey, hey.. Don't force yourself."
He blinked, trying to make out faces through the thick condensation. But it was pointless, only blurred colours would show themselves through it, and just as he saw a vaguely purple and black feminine blur he was glad that his friends had some sort of a power ranger-like way of dressing so that he could tell who was who and that it was Wendy.
She sounded choked, as though she had been screaming all night at a rock concert and lost her voice.
"What's going on?" He made to scratch his head, but the glass around it blocked him. His head wouldn't stop throbbing, and every time he tried to remember something it would only go into overdrive.
"You were in an accident. We all were." Clyde that time, he could just make out the brown topped red blur next to the yellowish mess of what he guessed to be Bebe.
"What happened? What about the party?"
There was a silence, too uncomfortable and long, it seemed they were each looking to the other to tell it but they all were reluctant to.
"U-um.. Token.." Wendy tried to begin.
Bebe cut her off, taking the lead. "You crashed the car, you've been in surgery for a few hours and we waited for you.. You.." She broke off, her voice cracking, and it was obvious that she didn't want to go on.
He could hear someone suddenly start crying and he jerked to sit up, to tell them to stop, but the jerk was too sudden for his healing body and he curled over in pain.
"T-Tokes!" Clyde had jumped over to him, his hand on his back. "What did you do?"
"I don't know! Just.. Stop crying, Wendy! Fuck it, I can't see anything, what's going on?" He felt around the base of the glass, but it didn't end at all, only joined to his skin where it was cello-taped down.
Clyde's hands stopped him from going any further. "Dude, you need that, don't touch anything..!" The hands pulled away then suddenly, and then he started to scratch.
"C-Clyde, the doctor said to use the cream, not scratch it!"
"I know, I know!"
Token reached out for Clyde's hand. "What's going on?"
It was unmistakable that he flinched under his grip. "Token.. In surgery, there was a lot the doctors did for you, but there was a lot they couldn't do.. It was really serious."
The condensation was finally beginning to fade a little, but that was only for the shallowness of his breaths in comparison to how hard they had been in his sleep. "What.. What do you mean?"
"Toke.." Wendy's voice was shaking, he hadn't heard her so hysterical before, it was really worrying him.
"What? What is it?" He wanted so badly to throw off the strange breathing helmet from his head, but he wouldn't.
A knock came on the door, a gentle sound, hesitant almost. "I've come to adjust the tubes."
A nurse came in, blushing at the awkwardness of the atmosphere and softy stepping to his side. She then nodded to him and began to fiddle with some tubes that he realised were sticking out of the glass at the back of his head.
It was embarrassing, having someone do things for him, it made him feel ridiculous. But whatever she was doing seemed to work, and he was thankful when he could finally see a little through the glass, just enough to see the hovering figures of his friend and the nurse who nodded again and left just the same as she had come in.
He waited for someone to say something, to continue, but they didn't.
"Well?" He prompted, but his eyes had drifted from them, down.
He felt as though he were the static in a tv, shaking and completely dizzy from trying to comprehend the individual moving pixels.
"I.. I..!"
"Token, just calm down, it's alright!"
"HOW THE FUCK IS THIS ALRIGHT? WHAT'S HAPPENED TO ME?" The echo of his voice even seemed to carry outside of the hospital, provoking some nesting crows to fly from the hospital roof out into the night sky in fright.
••••••••••••••••
So, after what seemed like a thousand years sitting at the table and avoiding the other's eye contact, both Cartman and Kyle sighed simultaneously.
"Right," Kyle began, rubbing his eyes and trying to gain some sort of understanding over the situation. "So, you mean to tell me, that you've turned into a raccoon..?"
"Yeah."
Kyle stared at him levelly, trying to see how anyone could be so calm in the situation he was in. But then, even his own reaction was surprising him, how he had managed to just simply sit down and try to summarise it all as though it were a work meeting. "A.. Raccoon?"
Yet, it was't simple at all.
"Not just a raccoon. I told you, The Coon." He was stubborn, crossing his arms over his stomach and leaning back, already comfortable with it all.
"Who the fuck cares, fatass!" He snapped. "You should be more worried about the fact that you've grown ears than what you hear them call yourself!"
Cartman glared back at him. "Oh, and I suppose you want me to just sit here like some faggy jew and complain trying to understand it all?"
"Well you could at least show some interest!" They were barely hushing themselves at that point, both forgetting and unconcerned over whether Kyle's parents could hear anymore.
"Yeah? Well, you're a dick." The retort wasn't well thought out, but it was all he could think of, the brunette's head whirring furiously. He hadn't wanted to show how worried he was to the ginger, that would mean he'd have one up on him, so he dismissed it.
But inside, his mind was pounding with what he was seeing, hearing..
He was worried about what had happened to him.. What was happening to him.
"At least I have one."
But even as he tried to concentrate on that, other things were invading his thoughts. The sound of Kyle's fat bitchy mom upstairs, snoring with elephantine power, his annoying canadian brother with his heavy metal music blasting through his head.. Hell, he could even hear the Harry Potter audiobook Ike was secretly listening to through his ipod's earphones.
He closed his eyes, trying to block it all out, his ears lowering in an attempt to shield themselves from the sound against his hair.
"Cartman?"
He looked up, the jew was right above him, leaning over the table to check on him. So close to him, so close that he could see the individual sparkles of reflection in his green eyes, the hot flush that had gathered in his cheeks from their arguing.
He coughed. "Yeah? What up?"
"Are you even listening?" He didn't draw back.
How could he not? He could hear everything even the uneven fluttering heartbeats coming from the redhead's chest. "Uhh, yeah."
Too close.
He could see every eyelash, every line in the plump, pink lips as they were bitten in anxiousness.
"So, why didn't you say anything? You admit that you don't have a dick?" The lips quivered slightly, then smirked.
Any closer and..
He swallowed, his tail twitching.
His only way to counter something like that in the past, the bubbling inside of him, had simply been to punch him, hard. That, or some form of attack that would have the jew on the floor, or three meters away from him at least.
"So you don't?" Kyle's chair scraped the floor as he knelt on the table.
The noise startled Cartman though, being loud enough to him as fingernails on a chalkboard.
He stood up suddenly, jerking out of his erotic mindset and pulled back, looking at the jew with a mix of surprise and embarrassment. "Y-yeah! I have a dick, a big one. Bigger than your scrawny kike ass could fit!" He choked himself on the last words, and his eyes grew wide.
He wondered why the hell he had said it. He cursed himself for ever saying it.
But he had slipped up, his dick had outweighed his brain and he had said what he had really been thinking. It felt as though he were standing on a teetering ice block in an pitch black arctic night. Although the imagery didn't make sense, it felt fitting to him as he slowly stepped back from Kyle's hurt glare. He backed into the fridge, one of the magnets clattering to the floor and making him remember where he was.
"That's only because the only dick you have, is your whole body. You are the dick."
He sighed in unmistakable relief when Kyle answered that way, for one horrible moment he thought he had seen acknowledgment in his eyes, that he had read what he had been thinking. But a jew's eyes were crafty, sly, he should have known better than to trust them.
Yes, that was it, drown out everything with that excuse, good going, jackass.
"A bigger dick than you still."
"No, a fatter dick, it still doesn't mean anything when your penis looks like a third ball." He sighed dramatically, raking his hands through the red ringlets of his hair. "Look, we're getting off point."
"Yeah, weren't we trying to find the philosophical reasoning to how I became The Coon all of a sudden?" He coughed again, it was like he was breaking out in something, like a person allergic to cats in a cat shelter.. Just being there with the jew was making him feel ill, shivery almost..
Kyle glowered, the red in his eyes form all the rubbing giving him a darker, more dangerous look as he did. "Why do you think it's specifically The Coon? It could just be a regular racoon.. I mean, why would any god want to give you superhero powers?"
"Because I'm the obvious choice for a hero." The way that he said it was so sure, so confident, his whole aura seemed to sparkle with it and his tail wagged happily like a dog's.
Kyle snorted, bursting into fits of laughter right there and then. Uncontrollable fits that had him rolling off of the table and down the other side.
The slap of him hitting the floor never came though.
"You! A hero!" He was still laughing.
"Oh, shut up.." He growled, looking over to see if Kyle had actually broken anything or hurt himself enough for him to laugh at. He could really do with seeing the ginger's pained face..
Except, Kyle wasn't even touching the floor at all, he was.. Floating..
"What the?"
Kyle was still laughing, but he looked up at Cartman curiously, then saw what he was doing. He then gasped, choked, and fell to the floor all in a manner of seconds. "Ow!"
He stayed there on the floor of the elevator for a few seconds in shock, but then as Cartman's laughter began he angrily began to get up.
"Are you alright?" Cartman asked him, trying to stifle his suppressed laughter and actually offering a hand to help.
Kyle rejected it.
Wisely.
He had fell for it too many times, the fatass would only help him halfway, the let go of his hand and send him falling back hard to the floor.
A grunt, seemed he had guessed right.
Trying to look dignified he smoothed out his clothes and tried to keep himself from blushing, sure that his ginger genes had already turned him bright crimson.
"Were you just..?" Cartman began.
"Yeah."
"Okay, so I'm not the only one, good."
"Is that all you can say? I was just fucking flying!"
He sighed, then leant against the kitchen counter, his tail tucking around his legs to avoid the press of the cabinets. "To be honest, Kahl, I sort've expected it."
"Expected it?" Kyle's mouth hung open, he was used to the stupidness of Cartman and the random way that his head worked, but he hadn't banked on that. And Jews were supposed to be good bankers.
"I knew you'd try to jew me out of something great, just like you always do-!"
"Oh, grow up.."
"This is so like you, Kahl. You couldn't just sit back and let me do something great with my new powers. You had to try and stop me."
"Shut up, fatass, I didn't ask for this!" He stared down at his legs, worried he was going to rise up and start floating at all minute. He was beginning to feel strange, the same feeling he would get whenever he was on a trampoline; weightless, light, and ready to just kick off from the floor and do a hugeass jump.
He didn't want to though, and it even scared him to think of.. Especially when the ceiling was so close..
Cartman watched him carefully, trying to see what he was getting at.
Kyle was thinking though, thinking of the phone calls before Cartman had come over, everyone's panicking.. What Kenny had said..
Usually, he would just put Kenny's anxiousness down as paint thinner, but he was starting to see something else in it and it worried him.
"Y-you know, Jew, even if you do that face I-I'm not gonna let you pass." The brunette stuttered slightly, avoiding Kyle's green gaze.
Kyle then realised he had been staring at Cartman intensely, with what intensity he didn't know, nor did he want to know what it had looked like to the fat bastard. Especially after he had saw that reaction. He was more concerned over.. "I don't think we're the only ones."
"Wh-what?"
"We're not the only ones, r-tard. Don't you remember you even called me and asked about Coon and friends?" He pressed his feet into the floor, a little bounce to test the gravity's effect against him as opposed to what it had before. There was no question. He was definitely lighter. "What if.. What if we're not the only ones?"
Cartman rolled his brown eyes, exasperation mixed with disgust. "Oh great, not those buttholes."
"Cartman! Token's in hospital, you asshole!"
There was only the slightest hint of some kind of remorse within the features of him, but they were mere flashes that disappeared soon after.
"If this is really happening, I have to go and see them, they're all at the hospital, I have to know if what's happening to me and you is happening to everyone else too."
"Why?" The rounded boy was serious as he said it, tail flicking indignantly. "How would you even get there? You said it yourself, Clyde said for you not to go because of the roads, and it's too far for you to walk."
"Who said anything about walking?" The ginger smirked, walking towards the door. "I'm going to see Token, I need to know what's going on."
"No, Kahl, you can't!" He reached out, barring his way and stopping him halfway.
Kyle's eyes sharpened. "Don't do that. I'm going."
"That's really not a good idea." His tone was so serious, that it couldn't help but pique the red haired boy's interest.
An auburn eyebrow was raised. "And why not?"
"Really, Kahl? You don't know why?" He was sarcastic, annoyed even. "Do you know what it'll be like out there? They might not react the same way as us, you saw what I was like earlier today after school! It fucking hurts! Do you really think everyone else will be taking it as calmly if it is happening to them? It's dangerous. I don't even know what could happen with a load of people having crazy super powers."
"Like you care."
Brown eyes widened but for a split second. "Kahl do.." He stopped himself short, then added, though it was obvious it was edited. "Don't be an faggot, I need you in one piece to help me figure this shit out."
Kyle crossed his arms, sure that whatever plan Cartman had would soon be revealed. "Like you couldn't do it with someone else."
He grimaced. "Look, it doesn't matter, does it? You're here now."
"Dude, I'm still going to see Token." He ducked under the arm barrier and went for his shoes.
"No. You're not."
"Shut the fuck up, fatass, like you could do anything to stop me."
Cartman slammed his hand on the wall, right by the jew's head, so close that his curls even moved with the rushed air of it. "Don't tempt me."
Kyle turned and glared back at him, bottle green eyes sharper than the glass they resembled. "You don't scare me, you're only empty threats."
"You want to test that?" The brunette stared right back into those eyes and tried to pull the most murderous, dangerous glare he could on him. But it was impossible, he could only smirk with suppressed laughter. When it came to the jew all the horrible thoughts, all of the things that plagued him when he closed his eyes.. Those things that he could use against any other person in the world to intimidate them just fell short in front of him, and there he was, feeling slightly stupid.
Again.
The way it always was.
Kyle shoved him in the stomach, hard, and then as he watched the bigger male gather his breath stepped out of arm's reach. "Do I really need to?" He laughed, grabbing his shoes from the doormat.
"Kahl, I'm not letting you go." He stood in front of the door, as though he were some great barrier separating Kyle from the real world and there was no such thing as the front door. Rubbing his stomach in pain, he tried to stare the redhead down.
"I'm not playing around, Cartman, I'm going to see Token, get out of the way."
"You barely floated for five seconds. You wont be able to fly there."
"I'll wing it." He then laughed under his breath at his unintentional joke.
"Kahl, just.. Just, don't, okay?" He had genuine concern in his eyes, even his ears had tilted, a tell tale sign anatomically for animals that they were in earnest. But Kyle was still wary to trust any raw emotion that ever dimly glowed through the evil caverns of Cartman's mind.
"What are you playing at, Cartman? What's the deal?" He crossed his arms over his chest, pouting in annoyance. "What's the aim of the game this time?"
The genuineness of Cartman's attitude was beginning to worry Kyle as he saw that he was once again genuine when he showed surprise. "Dude, if this was a game, I think I would have chose something a little more tasteful than fucking coon ears!" He grabbed them in his irritance, pulling down on them as if in an effort to rip them off, his real feelings blazing through the calm facade. "Look," He breathed out in a sigh, a sigh of attempted calm, yet it wobbled unevenly with his worry. "If you go out there and fly, you're gonna fall, hard. It's gonna hurt bad, and I'm probably going to be blamed for it somehow." Truth be told, he would have blamed himself more than anyone else would, and it was doubtful anyone would have blamed him regardless.
"You're not-!"
"I would!" He tried to lean against the door, but his tail had gotten into an awkward bend and he had to pull back and adjust it away from him before he leant on it again. "It's not worth it. Even if you do manage to get there, he'll probably be asleep anyway.."
He had a point there.
"Yeah? So what?" Kyle bluffed.
"You know as well as I do that one thing jews hate is a wasted journey. All that way there and back when you could have been counting out your jew gold and money stacks? Think about it, Kahl.." There was a wicked smirk on Eric's face. He knew he had got him there.
Only, Kyle hadn't been thinking about counting out whatever gold and money stacks Cartman believed he had, he was thinking about the effect it would have on Token if he showed up demanding answers and worrying when he was trying to sleep or healing from whatever he had had done. Besides, he could always wait till morning. Nothing was stopping him apart from his own impatience. "Okay, fine, whatever. But I'm going first thing in the morning."
"Sure." His smirk widened when the jew conceded, perfect.
Both neglected to say anything on how it was already first thing in the morning in those exact seconds, but they didn't need to, they both knew what they had meant.
The agreement seemed to hang in the air for a long while
"Oh, you're not sleeping over here." Kyle said, rubbing his eyes, they had begun to itch again and it was starting to bug him all over again, the conversation had side tracked him from it, but in it's ceasing only brought it back twice as much.
"Like I'd sleep in jew territory." He growled back, pissed off for some reason. "I already slept anyway."
"So.."
"So, I planned to just watch you sleep, it's a pastime of mine." He meant it sarcastically, but the truth of past nights when he had actually done it crept into the words somehow and made them more real than he had intended.
"You're a dick."
"Pssh, you're a slut bitch."
The jew's mouth twisted, fighting a secret smile. There was a part of him, weighed down underneath all of the recent events, but still there. A part of him that was glad Cartman had answered that way, it made things seem more real, more substantial.
••••••••••••
Kenny sat on the window ledge and stared listlessly out to the main road of his street, the dull melancholy grey of the morning sky hanging over the closely spaced houses in front of his house. Everything seemed to be dead out, not even a cat or rat slinking about the piled garbage outside of his house as it would usually.
Maybe they too sensed what he was feeling; the sure anticipation of something big, even dangerous, heading his way.
He pulled his hood a little more over his head, shadowing his face as best as he could. The only recognition of a face within it being from the small wisps of gold peeking out, and the glint of blue eyes reflecting off of the glass panes.
Something had changed.
The feeling within him gave a twinge as he caught his reflection, only just visible through the grubbiness of his bedroom's windowpanes, patchy with the sticky remnants of old stickers and bubblegum.
And he acknowledged, that he too, had changed.
What was wrong with him?
Just yesterday he had been happily trailing after Stan with a dopey, ecstatic look on his face. Now? Now he was just staring out of the window with a glare so intense that it was a wonder that the glass in front of him hadn't melted.
He looked away from his reflection, he couldn't dwell on it forever.
What if Kyle was right? What if he was just overreacting?
Besides.. What was so bad about not dying for once? It had felt nice, not being sent to hell, to just get up straight after with not even a scratch on him.
But he also knew that Damien would be suspicious, a whole two weeks going by without his death.. He would be contacted soon, no doubt about it.
"A fucking pain in the ass.." He grumbled, sliding off the window's ledge to the floor with barely a sound as the wind suddenly kicked up a fuss and rattled his windows, whistling through his house.
He didn't stop to look at the clock as he went out, he didn't need to. He knew it was time enough for him to be getting the hell out of there before his parents woke up and started another one of their slanging matches again.
Where would he go?
His thoughts only brushed upon that as he quietly clicked the front door shut, balling his hands into fists and shoving them deep into his parka's pockets.
One of the secret places he always went, to the bank's rooftop, the tallest place in town, and oddly enough one of the only ones that had the least security getting to it.
He smiled when he thought of all of the times he had thrown himself off from there just for kicks.
Good times..
••••••••••
Damien paced in front of the fireplace, a direct link to the main furnace of hell, needless to say, it was a big fireplace to pace but he managed it.
"U-um.." It was nothing more than a shaky breath, barely discernible over the roaring crackle of the fire, but Damien heard it. And it hadn't bent the fifth time he had either.
"Hell's fucking bells, Pip, what?" He growled, eyes flaring red as he rounded on the shivery blonde who was sitting uncomfortably on the arm one of the many designer leather couches in the room.
Pip swallowed, his breath coming out in little gasps. "Maybe.. Maybe he's starving to death instead? i heard that that would take an awfully long time~!" His blue eyes sparkled enthusiastically, despite how he was shaking and not looking the other boy directly. "He might have fell into a hole somewhere..!"
Damien's expression turned to dark amusement at the blonde's courage. "Oh really?" He said, twisting the chain of the upside down cross pendant around his neck. "And I take it that you think it takes two weeks for someone as already undernourished as that brat?" He asked.
Pip visibly recoiled as Damien turned his pacing to instead go over to him instead.
His lip curled into a smirk at the boy's reaction. "I'm not an idiot, Pip, I know when something's up."
"Wh-What?" The blonde looked up in surprise at the idea and looked the darker boy in the eye, something he hadn't done in over a week since.. Well.. "What could it be? You would have jolly well heard of it by now."
The sudden eye contact seemed to surprise Damien too and his eyes widened, but for a brief second, the red fading out of them and returning to their previous coal black. He became serious as he sat next to Pip, sighing to relieve some of the tension that had built up between them. "Not really," He said, his voice for the first time gentle and without some sort of an offence. "Shit happens all of the time without hell knowing about it.. You'd think with all of the lawyers and bankers that the paperwork would get done but.." He cursed, in some demonic language that Pip didn't understand.
Pip froze up again but he shrugged it off when he saw how relaxed the taller boy was leaning back in the couch, kicking his feet up next to Pip with no qualms. "What are you going to do?" He looked sidelong at him, much more curious than scared.
"Argh," He scratched his black hair irritably, the movement lifting a few of his bangs to show the full effect of his face without them shading it. "I don't know, I'm a fighter, not a thinker."
Pip saw his chance to finally prove his worth, pulling the feet onto his lap and massaging them, something he did practically automatically. "Y-You know," He started, looking warily at the dark haired boy to watch his reaction. "You could always just go up there if you wanted, you're of age now.."
"Of age, pfft." Damien mocked, laughing. "I do what I want."
"So why don't you?" Pip was getting excited, the thought of seeing south park again was so close. The thought of seeing the snow and white finally after all of the fire and black was too much of a thrill.
In feeling the massage grow harder and more animated Damien could tell already how much it would mean to him to do that journey and take him with him. Yet, at the same time, the thought of seeing the angelic boy's face fall in depression over being unable to go was just as tempting. He couldn't decide, but either way seemed only favourable with him actually going upland, and with him needing to go anyway it seemed the votes were already in and the winner called. "Fine, sure, I will." He shrugged, making it look like it was no big deal.
Pip's thumbs dug deep into the center of his feet in his elation and Damien nearly summoned a fire rain right then and there. He instead, pretended nothing had happened as the blonde continued, something he really questioned himself for doing.
Inside he was thinking about other problems, the fact that he hadn't been on land for two years since the last time he had had to go fetch his Dad's dry cleaning, the fact that he really would have to hide it from his Dad if he was going out to earth without clearing it with him first or without a permit to use his demon powers upland.
He sighed and Pip tutted both at the same time, then both looked at each other to see why.
Neither revealed anything though, just both looked at each other, blinking.
Pip had been thinking about what to wear to go up to the surface, what shop in hell to go to just in case he needed new jeans, and that he needed to buy himself a few coats for the cold. But when he saw Damien's face, so serious and brooding, he smiled, beaming at him.
Damien's frown just deepened, determined not to smile back and let himself be won over by the stupid angelic face.
It didn't make sense anyway, that Pip was down there with him instead of far up in the heavens with God, he was such a perfect little bitch, he would fit in with all of the other little masochist sluts up there.. Heh.. He could see that, the blonde tied up and begging for it..
The smile wavered. "Are you alright, mate?" He was trying hard not to remember what had happened the week before, but the same look had clouded through those black eyes as it had that last week.
Damien suddenly reached over and pulled Pip over to him, onto his lap. "Just shut up for a minute, okay?" He rested his forehead against the small of the smaller boy's back.
Pip felt himself begin to shake again, he was so scared, so scared of what Damien might do to him..
He felt the boy's distress and smirked. "You look almost pretty like that, your face all twisted up in fear.. It's very flattering." He looked highly amused with him, as though Pip were a funny plaything, some new toy.
The blonde opened his mouth to speak, to say how he didn't want to hear that kind of thing as he was a boy, but his voice failed him and he could feel himself turn scarlet as Damien's breaths came hotly on his back.
The raven haired boy smiled deviously and brought his lips closer to his back, breathing out slowly. "So? You want to come with me? Don't you?" His hands moved and played with the blonde hair idly as Pip froze, the intensity of the situation rooting him to the spot.
"You..You.." He swallowed, then tried to stand up, and was somehow successful as Damien released him.
Then he looked back, tears gathering in his eyes, but saw that Damien was laying back, arms behind his back in restraint.
He hadn't let him go, someone had forced him to, a someone that became apparent with the words.
"SON, YOU'RE GROUNDED."
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Su…
I herd u laik my dear little Butterball?
Just you wait..
/rubs hands together
Just you wait..