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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.

Thoughts are in Italics

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**DIP**

I'm almost asleep when suddenly another morsel of Damien's earlier speech pops into my head.

"What do you mean, you didn't leave me alone?"

Damien snorts, rolling his eyes at my apparent stupidity.

"You were taken from me, lost and I couldn't find you. For a week I searched, hunted you down, trying to make sure you were safe. I wasn't about to leave you alone and vulnerable in the house when I'd just gotten you back, now was I?"

"So you stayed here in the house the whole time?" I ask; confused at the blatant 'are-you-really-that-stupid' look I'm getting from the demon on the bed. Demon in bed. Both.

Veering off topic here.

The leer didn't go away, and I slowly put two and two together.

"Wait, you didn't leave me at all? You stayed in this room-" another look "-this bed the whole fucking time?" I push away from him in shock. Why the hell would he do that?

"Of course, idiot. I told you, I'm not risking losing you again." Damien rolls his eyes and moves closer to resume our cuddling. I hold him back.

"But what about food? Water? You would've needed sustenance of some kind." I argue, eyeing him for signs similar to mine – hollowed stomach, thin face. Damien seemed to possess none of these. In fact, he looked healthier than I'd seen him in ages.

"Son of the Devil, remember? I don't technically need food and drink – not anymore. When I hit adulthood – which is sixteen for demons – I no longer needed it, I was no longer weakened by such petty human trivialities. Sure, they're nice, but I don't need them to survive."

The bastard fell silent for me to process this. Trying to wrap your head around the fact that the only person in the world who cares about you doesn't eat or drink is no mean feat. Finally, after much deliberation, I decide I won't kill him for not telling me this.

"You could've told me sooner," I grumble, allowing him to pull me closer and encircle his arms around me again. A vague chuckle and a kiss to the forehead are my only answer. I huff, but allow him to coddle me some more.

This newest revelation is basically a slap in the face for my mortality. Knowing that my boyfriend, the man I've become addicted to, has no need of physical, human bodily functions like eating and – more than likely – sleeping has me on edge.

Why would a man who has nothing tying him to this bleak plane of existence want to stay here? When one has the vastness of this world, the next world, and all worlds in between like Damien has, what could possibly keep them – him – in one place?

What is there to stop Damien from leaving me?

He has been called away on business by his father increasingly often since he turned sixteen – since he, as I now know, became a full-fledged demon. He controls the demons and ghosts and things that go bump in the night, he can almost literally do anything he likes.

So why would he waste his time on a puny, insignificant mortal like me?

I'm pulled from my thoughts when Damien makes a small noise and pulls me closer, nuzzling into my neck and sighing happily. I smile when he closes his eyes and makes himself comfortable. I'm so lucky to have him here with me…

That's another thing. Why did he come after me? When I was gone, he could've left me there, taken anyone – anything he wanted, so why waste all those resources coming after me?

What do I have to give?

Well, aside from my arse, which Damien takes great pleasure in praising at every opportunity.

Come to think of it; I really do have nothing to offer. Nothing I have to give could possibly tempt or entice a being as powerful as Damien to stay with me. It's only a matter of time before he gets bored with my company – my body – and then he'll leave me for some other piece of arse in some other dimension.

And where does that leave me? With absolutely nothing, craving his touch, his kiss, like some common druggie.

Because really; that's all I am. A pathetic, useless druggie, addicted to everything that is Damien. His scent, his touch, the glint in his red eyes…

Addicted to the devil, the only being on this or any other planet with no need for anything I can give.

Perfect.

Damien mutters something I can't make out, and clutches my closer. My chest tightens and I feel an aching in my lungs, my stomach, my head… I feel dizzy and on top of the world at the same time. Everything is blurred and spinning, and yet strangely in focus. Blood goes rushing, pulsing through my system, spreading the heady feeling, sending it tingling through every vein, every pore of my body.

Just this simple touch is like the biggest, best buzz in the world. A half-asleep Damien holding me like a stuffed animal is the best high I could possibly ask for. I mentally kick myself for feeling this way, especially knowing how short-lived this… arrangement will be.

But what can I do?

What else can little mortal me do, apart from enjoy every fix I can get my hands on, before my drug goes elsewhere?

And so, like the pathetic addict I am, I ignore my mind and curl further into my addiction, letting Damien snuggle closer and hope to hell it doesn't hurt too badly when he's no longer there.

AN ~

Hello my faithful readers!

I am so, so sorry for my abysmal failure at getting this chapter up sooner, but sadly real life got in the way once again. I've had way too much to do recently, and haven't had the chance to finish this as quickly as I'd like.

Sadly, writer's block didn't exactly help me any.

But now I am back and ready to spend my sleepless nights doing something vaguely productive! So hopefully the next one isn't nearly so distant.

And in response to Scarlet Wolf, that friend from last time committed suicide in one of the worst ways, one I'd really much rather not talk about so publically. If you really want to know, give me a way to tell you in private, if that's not too much trouble.

Anyhoo,

Until next time!

Zanchev.