South Park
Dip
Ungodly Addiction
Characters: Phillip 'Pip' Pirrup, Damien the Antichrist.
Rating: M for strong language, adult themes, nudity, violence, sexual… stuff… and a really crappy storyline.
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**DIP**
"What did you do?"
I look down from my absent-minded examination of the ceiling to find red eyes glowing with mirth in the doorway. I smirk back before returning my gaze to the patterns of cobwebs gracing the far corners of the room's roof. I stretch languidly on the silk sheets and link my finger behind my head, still smiling smugly.
"Whatever do you mean?" I ask; a tad too innocently. Red eyes gleam brighter than before and Damien's smirk widens to a full-blown grin.
"Well, I finished my business in the Underworld and thought it'd be nice to pick you up from school, so I come back via Stark's Pond and walk past the school… Only there isn't a school there anymore. And by Garrison's pathetic, whining rant about 'the bloody Brit', I'm assuming you have something to do with it." He says softly, arms crossed lightly across his chest.
I can't help it, a chuckle escapes my lips. Next thing I know, Damien has me pinned to the bed, arms held above my head by one hand as his free fingers tickle my abdomen underneath my shirt. Those smirking lips dance across my skin, placing distracting kisses everywhere but on my own yearning mouth. I gasp lowly, arching my back into his body, aching for more of his devilishly addictive touch.
"Nope," Damien grins, sitting back on my hips, his hand still pinning my wrists against the head board of his – our – bed. "No more until you tell me what happened, you 'bloody Brit'…" Damien grins at my pouting face, leaning down to lightly brush his lips against my forehead, causing me to shiver lightly. Damn him.
"Fine," I groan, pouting at him in the hopes that he'd feel bad and give me what I want. The glimmer of amusement in his red eyes tells me I'm not getting anywhere, so I give up and sigh.
"Fine," I repeat. "I was staring out of the window, as always, when Garrison chewed me out for not asking a question. I snapped back, he yelled at me some more. I walked out. That's it." I say in a rush, before shifting my hips, trying to touch Damien again. The bastard refuses to give in, and pulls back further.
"There's got to be more to it than that. Why is the school nothing more than smoking piles of rubble right now?" He asks; foiling my seduction plans again. I roll my eyes and mutter some obscenities under my breath – knowing that the man on top of me can very well hear what I'm saying about what he can shove where. I sigh again before acquiescing and spilling out the rest in a rush.
"After we argued about the question, I began to play with my lighter – you know, my favourite red one – and he told me he'd shove into a blender if I didn't stop. I got pissed off, walked to the front of the room, flipped off the world in general, dropped my lighter – which, incidentally, was alight – and walked out. By the time I got to the gate, my classroom was on fire and Garrison was screaming like a girl."
A pause for breath allows me to glance at Damien's face. His eyes are sparkling with amusement and his lips are wide in a grin that displays his glistening fangs. I cock my head, intrigued by this new – and surprisingly pleasant – expression. Hopefully I lift my hips again, and this time Damien moves down to place pressure on my body with his own. I sigh again, this time with contentment as I feel his lips brush my cheek and his teeth graze my earlobe.
A whine sounds in my throat and Damien chuckles before pressing his lips to my Adam's apple, slowly moving up and finally pressing his lips against my own. Relief floods my system and I moan happily, kissing back. His tongue flicks against my lower lip and I open my mouth quickly, eager to feel his silken tongue glide against my own. Instead, Damien sucks my bottom lips into his mouth and bites gently, his tongue caressing the wound he leaves behind. I hiss in surprise before melting into his chest at the feel of his tongue in my mouth.
Far too quickly, Damien pulls back and places an errant peck on my nose. His red, molten eyes are all I can see and I feel as if my mind is slowly but surely falling apart, being steadily sucked into the void of those swirling irises. He chuckles again and pulls back completely, laughing loudly at my most likely ruffled and flushed appearance.
He leans in again and brushed my cheek with his long fingers before gripping my chin and pulling my head up so he can bury his head into the crook of my neck, nibbling on the sensitive skin at my collar bone. I suck in a shocked breath before a strange mewling noise is thrown into the air. I flush with embarrassment when I realise it came from me. Damien laughs again and pulls away for good this time, sitting up once again.
"You know," he says slowly, as if pondering a difficult question. "You know, I think I'm beginning to rub off on you. You're becoming quite the devil."
He laughs again before releasing my wrists and using both hands to hoist me into his lap and another searing kiss. My hands unconsciously move to tangle in his hair and my eyes close to heighten the other senses. While we kiss, I can't help but consider his words.
Devil? Me? I think back to the feeling I experienced when I was in the classroom, the thrill I got upon seeing Garrison and the other quake in fear. I shudder at the memory of power and freedom I witnessed, if only for a brief moment.
As Damien's tongue slides effortlessly into my mouth and runs gently over my teeth and tongue, I can't help but agree with my red-eyed obsession. My pride and pleasure at other's fear and hatred scares me a little, and I'm not sure if this new side to my nature should be explored or buried.
Should I let these thoughts thrive, let my demonic nature flourish and grow? If I do that, surely I will lose control of myself, my actions. I won't be me anymore, just another bloodthirsty maniac running the streets. There're enough of those as it is.
On the other hand, do I really want to be a quiet little nobody for the rest of my life? Is obscurity and lack of control something I can live with, now that I've tasted the power and infamy? I'm not sure I could stand being taken control of again, I like the freedom far too much.
Torn and confused and under utter sensory overload, I tell my brain to shut up and focus solely on the feel of Damien's lips against mine, the scent of his cologne, the texture of his soft hair, the taste of his tongue and the sound of our heavy breathing. I give up on thought and give in to desire, thrusting my tongue into his mouth with renewed energy and forgetting about my worries.
**DIP**
AN ~
Sorry this took so long, I'm in exams at the moment and haven't had a spare hour or so to type and publish… D:
Anyway, here is the next chapter, almost pure filler and dedicated in part to Scarlet Wolf, whose mother is in hospital after an accident at work. All of my thoughts and prayers are with you and you mother, Scarlet. When I first read your review, I must admit I was shocked to silence for a few hours. I hope she regains her strength and that you both are alright.
The next chapter shall be another mostly filler chapter, but then the plot shall thicken, so keep an eye out!
See you all later,
Zanchev
Oh, and by the by, I shall be putting a poll on my profile really soon regarding the ending of this fic, so please keep an eye out and vote for your favourite ending!