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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.

I have a universal Disclaimer in my Profile, so all angry mobs bearing pitchforks and torches are unnecessary.

**DIP**

**Warning: This is looking like it's going to turn into a sex scene – A VERY 'R'RATED SEX SCENE - that has no relevance to the plot, bar making Pip's ass sore, which is important in the next chapter. :D As such, all those who don't want to know how sore Pip will be in the morning had better stop reading about now, lest they lose what's left of their innocence. I'm not kidding, this is heavy stuff**

I moan loudly when one of Damien's hands slides down to firmly grasp my ass. Panting; I pull away from his lips in favour of kissing very part of him I can find. I kiss down his neck and torso, unbuttoning his shirt as I go. Damien hums appreciatively and a hand weaves into my hair whilst the other tightens on my tailbone. I groan again and allow Damien to push me back to the pillows, my breath quickening involuntarily when Damien takes my belt from my waist and uses it the tie my wrists to the bed.

I arch my back, moaning again when my clothed chest bumps into Damien's bare one. Damien chuckled and rips the cloth away, tossing the tattered shirt into a far corner of the room before lazily flicking his wicked tongue over my left nipple. An electric tingle wriggles its way from the glistening nub through to my brain like a hit of nicotine and I sigh, falling limp against the silken sheets once more.

All I can do is moan and gasp for breath as Damien's devilish tongue slides tantalisingly over one nipple, across my heaving chest only to pull the other nub into his warm mouth. Skilful hands brush up and down my bare sides before slowly undoing the button on my jeans.

Licking a trail down my chest and stomach, Damien grins at me slyly before taking my zipper between his teeth and slowly dragging it downwards, opening my constricting pants. The friction of the metal against my still covered erection is blissful and I moan loudly.

"D-Damieeeeeenn…" I sigh, head pressing into the pillows as he slowly peels the denim from my hips and dragging it slowly down my thighs. My pants soon join the tattered shirt on the floor and Damien slithers down to places feathery kisses on the insides of my thighs. I shudder violently at the touch, every kiss and touch satisfying my addiction and fuelling my need for more.

One hand slides up the inside of my boxers and I feel coarse, callused fingers brushing against my hip and around to my rear and Damien's other hand slides up my front to tweak at my already hardened nipples. I gasp lowly, before throwing my head back and moaning loudly when Damien's tongue – God bless that tongue – flicks between his kiss-swollen lips to teasingly taste the skin between my legs.

"Get on with it," I manage to snarl, before incoherency once again takes hold as Damien's hand slides from my ass to my entrance.

"As you wish," Damien says teasingly before retracting both his hands and sitting up entirely; removing every sliver of contact between us. I can hear the smirk on his face as he chuckles lowly at my wordless whine when his weight is gone. I am about to yell as him when suddenly I am naked, my boxers stripped from my body faster than my desire-addled brain can comprehend.

Once the offending clothing is gone – I'm assuming I'll find them later on the table or something – Damien lies on top of me again, calming my jangled nerves. I truly am an addict to his touch, at least if my sighing and moaning is proof of anything.

Damien's lips are at my throat, biting and licking. His hands are moving rapidly, tweaking my nipples, rubbing my ass, massaging my inner thigh, running up and down my chest and sides… The constant movement and ever-present stimulation is quickly going to my head – and my crotch.

Struck by a sudden thought, I huff loudly and start pulling at my belt, trying to free my trapped arms. Damien notices this and pauses, all action ceasing. I frown at him, silently telling him to continue.

"What do you think you're doing?" He asks quietly, smiling slightly as his eyes are fixed on my jerking wrists. I growl and tug on them again, before giving up and falling back against the bed.

"It's not fair. You should be naked too," I say, trying to keep my train of though on track as Damien's eyes move away from my wrists, down my arms and body before grinding to a halt at my painfully erect member. His eyes flick up to mine, before returning to their prize and that heaven-sent tongue flick out to lick his lips predatorily. I gulp.

"You're right," He says suddenly, sitting upright and pulling his already open shirt off his arms. He then moves to the edge of the bed and kicks off his shoes and pants, returning to hover over me in nothing but underwear.

"Better?" He leers, grinning when I nod mutely. His eyes wander back to their previous interest and I squirm uncomfortably under his gaze. A pale hand cups my cheek comfortingly and his lips brush against my forehead before running down my face and body, coming to rest at my inner thigh. I sigh once more, the addicting feelings of pleasure rushing back to fog my mind yet again as the hand not resting on my face slides around to once again squeeze my ass, causing me to arch my back. Damien's other hand slides down my body to press against my hips before his tongue pokes out from between those pale lips and traces a line up my thigh and down the top of my shaft to rest at the tip. I moan louder than before.

Damien glances up at my compromising position before his red eyes glide down my bare body to focus on his new task. He licks at the slit, gathering the pre-cum before sliding lithely down to the base and back up. His tongue slows to rest just beneath the tip, putting light pressure in a place that just makes me go crazy.

My moaning raises in volume and I nearly scream when Damien deep throats me suddenly, hollowing his cheeks and sucking harshly. My eyelids flicker spastically and my breathing comes harsh and shallow as Damien begins to bob back and forth, that bloody tongue sending shiver after shiver of addictive pleasure through my body until I swear I can't hold it any longer.

"Dam- Damiieeen… hah… I-I can't… I'm gonna…" I try to tell him, but the words are just not coming out between the moans and the panting. Somehow he gets the picture and deep throats me again, swallowing once before gripping the base tightly with the hand at my hip – preventing my release - and removing his lips altogether.

I sigh again as Damien licks his lips and smirks at me. I moan softly at the loss of heat, but Damien more than makes up for it when he removes his hand from my ass and gropes around on the bedside table, producing lube from nowhere.

He reaches up and undoes the belt, freeing my hands. I rub my wrists absently before Damien hands me the lubricant. I obediently open the lid and take some onto my palm. I spread it on Damien's free hand, before He says something unexpected.

"Put some in your mouth, Pip." He grunts, slowly letting go of my throbbing erection to grasp my hips once again. I oblige, wrinkling my nose and the unfamiliar taste. He gives me a look, and I finally understand.

Wasting no time, I immediately dive, taking him into my mouth and using my tongue to slather his shaft in the funny-smelling lube. He lets out a guttural groan as I hollow my own cheeks, imitating his earlier actions. I pull back to examine my work, before bobbing back, taking in as much as I can and swallowing. I gag slightly at the taste, but do not pull away again until Damien's non-slick hand pulls me up by the hair.

I feel left over lube and spit dribble from my mouth as I'm yanked roughly backwards and pushed into the mattress. I lift up my legs and hook them over Damien's shoulders, ready and willing for the coming attraction. Damien smiles again, tenderly this time, and gently presses a slick knuckle against my entrance.

I hear a sharp intake of breath, and realise it came from me. Damien chuckles and slides in, up until the first knuckle. I squirm, a little uncomfortable, until his other hand grabs me, stopping me from moving.

The finger slides in, all the way, and is soon joined by two more. The pain recedes slowly, and I wince every few thrusts. Damien kisses me harshly, distracting me effectively enough that I don't notice his hands until they aren't touching me anymore.

I pull back from the kiss, curious. Damien gives me a quick, almost apologetic look, before thrusting his hips. I scream, pain tearing through me like a knife. My head falls back, my body limp. I can't focus, the pain consuming all thought. I hear Damien swear, and suddenly his lips are kissing away the tears in my eyes, moving to my forehead and cheeks and lips. Tenderly wrapping his tongue around mine, Damien pulls out, thrusting back in again, gently this time.

The pain recedes, but only a little. I let out a pitiful whimper, which is soon muffled by Damien's lips. He pauses this time, letting me grow accustomed to the intrusion. I squirm a little more, before mumbling into Damien's mouth.

"Move, damn it."

I feel Damien grin, before he's thrusting madly. I yelp at the rapid pace, shouting out in pain at times, in pleasure at others. I'm slowly growing used to it, the pain slowly leaving me, when the pace quickens even more. I moan in surprise.

Without warning, everything goes white. I'm seeing stars. My legs are jelly, my arms splayed and my head thrown back into the pillows, neck extended as I scream in undiluted ecstasy. Pleasure ripples through my body in waves, consuming every nerve, every feeling, every thought, everything.

"Holy FUCK do that again!" I holler at the top of my lungs, head writhing and body twitching as that feeling of bliss returns each time Damien hits my prostate – which he's doing more often with deadly accuracy. I'm quickly reduced to a quivering, moaning wreck, able to do naught but moan my encouragement.

"Shit… Jesus Christ… Ooh, that's good… yes, yes; YES… hhhnnnnnngggnah... hah… FUCK… Shi-fu-gguhh… DAMIEN!"

I scream loudly once more, back arching and mouth agape as I climax, my body thrown into the grasp of a violent orgasm, my seed splattering the sheets and Damien's chest. I can feel myself clenching around him, and he lets out another moan, before shuddering.

"Pip," He hisses hoarsely – he must've been moaning and shouting like me, but I honestly can't recall hearing him - and I feel myself being filled. He falls to my side, pulling out and kissing me harshly. I moan happily into the kiss, spent and aching, but immensely happy.

Damien falls asleep quickly, and I settle down next to him, waiting for slumber to pull me into its warm embrace.

**DIP**

AN ~

OH SON OF A - Took me fifty tries and two format alterations to get this up…

So, yeah, for all who stuck through that, I congratulate you. I don't even have the guts to reread it, so I've been as fastidious as possible with spelling and such along the way.

For all those who've read that and would still believe me if I told you I'm a virgin, I love you and you can have internet cookies and a story of your own (I rock at this bribery thing) :D

Anyway, that had little to nothing to do with the plot, but it was the ending of the last chapter, but it got too long so I made it separate, so that the innocent (or intelligent) among us were warned and could stay away.

Oh, and Scarlet Wolf? I'm so glad your mom's ok :D

Anyway, ONWARD to the next chapter!

See y'all later!

Zanchev

Don't forget that I still have that poll going. I'm going to keep it running until exams are over, so It shall end on Monday the 6th of June :D Please vote for your fave ending!

Ja matta ne!