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**DIP**

Warning y'all now, there's sex ahead.

Merry Christmas.

"I'm sorry, Pip."

Yeah fucking right, you're sorry. Just where the hell have you been for the past few weeks, huh? What the hell were you thinking, leaving me here by myself with nothing to do while you go gallivanting off through time and space doing whatever the fuck you feel like. Do you know how that feels?

"I understand, Damien, it's ok. You're back now."

Silence.

You're not saying yes.

WHY AREN'T YOU SAYING YES?

"You are back now, right?"

Right? RIGHT?

"I'm sorry, Pip."

Damien sighs, and my world comes crashing down around my ears. He's leaving me, leaving for some wench on some distant rock in a different dimension. He's leaving Earth forever, and leaving me behind with it.

"Dad wants me to another one of those crappy peace things, I'll be gone for another day or two. But then I'm coming right back, I promise. I miss you."

You miss me? Yeah, right.

How could Damien, King of the Underworld, Son of Satan possibly miss a flimsy human like me? You're perfect, and I'm awkward. You could have any man on this planet or anyone else's drooling at your feet, so why the hell would you settle for me?

"I miss you, too."

Damien pulls me into his chest, tucking me under his chin and wrapping his warm arms around me, holding me close. I close my eyes and relish in the warmth of another being, a touch that is not my own. I've been alone too long, I need conversation, I need contact.

I need Damien.

Now, preferably.

I sigh, pulling Damien closer and breathing in his slightly burnt scent. I press my lips to his neck, and sigh again. Damien chuckles and picks me up - I must've lost more weight than I thought - and he carries me up to bed. Our bed.

Our bed for the first time in a month.

He throws me onto the sheets and falls on top of me, kissing and licking and making me gasp and squirm. I pull his lips to mine and open my mouth wide for his invading tongue, moaning when I can feel him exploring my teeth and gums and tongue.

Oh, I've missed this.

Missed him.

Damien pulls away and sits up, smirking at me when I whine and fidget. It's not fair, I haven't seen him for weeks and chooses now to tease me?

My mouth goes dry when I see Damien pull his shirt off, and then quickly scramble to remove mine as well. As his hands brush lightly along my side, I moan at the first skin-on-skin contact I've had in longer than I can remember.

I have decided that teasing is perfectly acceptable at this stage, so long as Damien keeps touching me.

Oooooohhhhh, yes exactly like tha - OH FUCK!

Damien chuckles when my back arches off the bed, and he rolls his eyes before returning his lips to their previous occupation. I gasp and moan and shout to the heavens as Damien skillfully slides his tongue up and down, up and down, up and down my throbbing erection, taking it into his mouth and - ooooh fuckfuckfuck don't stop don't stop don't stop - sucking hard.

My head falls back, neck stretched and hair sweaty as Damien - beautiful, beloved, sinfully-good-with-his-tongue Damien - gives me one last hard suck before pulling away and blowing gently on my aching cock.

I'm panting and my eyes are closed but I can tell that Damien is smirking by the agonizingly slow pace he insists upon moving. I tell him to hurry the fuck up for I'm lost for words again.

He laughs and thrusts two fingers in, scissoring and stretching and making me scream. It's been so long, it's been too long…

It fucking hurts.

I can feel tears pouring down my face as I struggle to adjust to the probing, invading fingers as a third slides alongside the others. I bite my lip to refrain from swearing and grip the sheets hard enough to hear a ripping noise.

Great. Those were my favourite sheets.

Suddenly the fingers are gone and something much larger is pushing past my clenching muscles, taking their place. I can't hold it back this time, and a hoarse scream tears itself from my throat.

OW!

OW!

"Pip? You ok?"

Not I'm not ok you selfish prick, I'm in fucking pain and could you do me a favour and just fucking go-

"Yeah, just give me a minute."

I take a big deep breath. And then another one. In, out, in, out, in, out…

You know, the mantra really isn't helping.

I sigh and nod my assent to Damien, waiting for the sharp thrusting and intense fucking that we've always done.

But it doesn't come.

Instead Damien takes him time, kissing away my tears and slowly inching his way in, letting me adjust and shift until I'm comfortable. When he pulls out, it's just as gentle as before and soon we're moving together, as equals as opposed to Damien's usual gung-ho style.

The tears are still dripping down my face, but I fear they aren't all from the pain anymore.

I can't believe it - we're making love.

Not fucking, no anger or violence or wild, mindless lust this time. This is gentle, loving, different, nice wonderful, so fucking wonderful…

My back arches and I scream my release, barely registering when Damien does the same. We collapse together on the bed and share a few mindlessly sweet kisses before my brain reconnects with my body.

What the hell just happened?

"Damien?"

Said demon sighs and hauls himself up and out of the bed, kissing my forehead and leaving me lying in the big bed alone - again - as he fished for his pants.

"They're on the fan," I tell him. "But, Dam-"

"Shhh, Pip, relax, just sleep, I promise I'll be back in a few days, tops."

Damien plants another soft kiss on my forehead and moves for the door. I watch helplessly as Damien once again moves to leave my life with no idea whether he'll return, despite his promises…

"Take me with you," I blurt out, pink staining my cheeks when Damien gives me an odd look. I look at him defiantly, refusing to back down. I want to go with you, can't you see that?

Damien finally shakes his head sadly and moves for the door. I fall backwards, resigned, depressed, angry… but mostly depressed.

"I'm sorry, Pip. I can't," He whispers, before closing the door behind him and leaving again. My eyes close in despair, because I know he'll be gone for ages, and I don't know what the hell I'm supposed to do.

"But, I love you," I whisper, surprised to hear it coming out of my mouth.

I'm even more surprised when I realise it's true.

AN~

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Merry Christmas you guys!

Happy Hanukkah and any other festivals you celebrate!

Here is your holiday present - a slightly smutty, completely angst chapter of UA.

I'm sorry it took so long, but I can safely say I'm nearing the end of this little tale.

But fear not, there's still a few chapters left in her!

Teehee my AN

Looks like a

Christmas Tree.

Like a Boss.

And so, from me to you, until next week,

Merry Christmas to you all,

and I bid thee good night!

Zanchev.