Tweek sighed softly, a tiny tremble-turned-twitch jerking him forward just slightly in his seat. No one ever paid any attention to his grunts or spasms any more, which he supposed was a good thing. That meant not having to deal with the pressure of all eyes on him, paranoid of their whispers and laughs and taunts. Oh, he still was teased, what gay tweaked-out teen wouldn't be? It was mostly bullying. Not physical, at least, not anymore since he had made friends with the Anti-Christ, Damien Thorne and his boyfriend, Phillip 'Pip' Pirrup. And Tweek supposed that they, along with Leopold "Butters" Stotch and his long-term boyfriend Kenneth "Kenny" McCormick, would be the only ones he ever had. They were all outcasts, and stuck together. Well, Damien wasn't an outcast, but he hung with them, preferring them to the more popular scene.
Another shudder and a grunt, and Tweek felt a finger tap his back. "Jesus Christ!" He turned his head, coming face-to-face with Damien. Those crimson eyes were trying to read him, and the spastic blonde gave his shoulders a shove to get more personal space. "Ack- Damien! D-Don't do that, man, you freak me the fuck- ngh- out!" Damien simply laughed, but his smile faded as quickly as it appeared.
"What's been going on with you, man? You've been out of it all day." Pip glanced over from beside Damien, looking guilty. Of course he'd set Damien up to this. He leaned forward as well over the desk, arms folded atop the desk, his cheek resting against them as he watched the nervous teen twitch under Damien's unwavering gaze. "We're all pretty worried about you, y'know? So what's up?"
Tweek shook his head, offering the couple a smile and a twitch. "I'm- ngh- I'm fine! Don't worry about me, man, seriously." With that, he turned back to his notebook, not lifting his gaze. Damien sat back a little annoyed, Pip touching his arm lightly.
"I think it's about Craig," whispered the Brit, too low for Tweek to hear. He wouldn't have anyway, too absorbed in doodling in the margins of his paper. "They haven't been speaking much as of late, it seems." Damien folded his arms over his chest, legs kicked up on to his desk, watching Tweek with a frown pulling at his lips.
"Yeah, you're probably right. Tweek hasn't spoken about him at all, did they fight?"
"H-hey fellas. I couldn't help but overhear, but I- I heard that Craig called Tweek a- a douche yesterday." Butters had leaned forward from his place behind Damien and Pip, Kenny asleep with his head down on the desk beside him, hood down, messy blonde hair obscuring his face. "A-And Tweek didn't take to kindly to that, I bet." Damien gave a snort, not really amused. It was more sarcastic.
"I'm the Anti-Christ and Pip's a fucking angel, and we don't fight nearly as much as they do."
" 'S cause Pip'll kick yer ass if ya disagree with him." Kenny had one eye peeked open, looking bored.
"Gee, Kenny, that wasn't very nice-"
"Oh, pish-posh," Pip had his brows furrowed, sweeping blonde bangs from his eyes, looking cross. "I would never hurt Damien--"
"Uh, yeah you would-" interjected the dark-haired male.
"-physically, or mentally, or-"
"-hey Frenchie-"
"I'm. Not. French!" Pip turned, fist raised. It connected with Damien's jaw, who fell out of his seat, causing a shriek from Tweek who he had knocked in to. But Damien was laughing on the ground, Kenny joining in, doubled-over as Pip covered his face with both hands, peeking at Damien from between his fingers. "Oh, Damien, you know I didn't mean to-"
"I know, I know." The Dark One got to his feet and brushed himself off, a slight bruise forming on his cheek. "But yeah, you would hurt me."
"Only if you deserved it!" cried the Brit indignantly. Damien rolled his eyes and turned.
"Sorry, man." It had been directed toward Tweek, who was currently rubbing his shoulder where Damien had elbowed. He was waved off with a reassuring smile. "Anyway, as I was saying..."
The bell suddenly rang, and Tweek yelped, head slamming against the desk from the force of a twitch. Damien sighed and rolled his eyes, hauling him out of the seat from beneath his arms, pressing the notebook into his chest while picking up the blonde's bag.
"Th-thanks."
"No big deal," came the reply as Damien slung two bags over his shoulders. Pip got up from his seat, accompanied by Butters and Kenny, who were holding hands. Tweek trotted behind the group, watching his neon green converse as he walked, walked, then crashed into something. Or rather, someone.
"Gah! Christ, I- I'm so sorry, I wasn't paying attention, a-and I--"
"Tweek?" Oh, shit. Tweek knew that nasally voice anywhere. A gulp, and he looked up with wide mocha eyes, instantly meeting frosted blue. "Where the hell have you been, man? I've been looking all over the school for you." Tweek looked down again, feet shuffling nervously, his entire body giving a shake with each rapid twitch. It was almost like a slow seizure.
"W-well, I d-didn't go to lunch, because of an- ngh!- a paper, a-and then I went to s-study hall with the g-guys. Jesus, I'm s-sorry I didn't find you!" Craig scoffed, reaching for Tweek's hand. Tweek jerked away a moment, before giving a nervous giggle, twining his fingers with those of his boyfriend. Craig went in to kiss him, but a twitch turned his head, and soft lips met a flushed cheek. The blonde whimpered and bit his lower lip, before leaning up to compensate for the denied kiss, pecking Craig. "S-sorry, I h-haven't had any coffee, I think- ergh- I think the gnomes s-stole my thermos!" Such a lie.
Craig rolled his eyes and gave Tweek's hand a tug, the blonde following him with eyes down-cast. They passed by Damien, Pip, Butters and Kenny, and the taller blonde frowned, tugging up the hood of his orange hoodie. "Dude, what the fuck is wrong with Tweek? He's fuckin' shitting his pants whenever Craig comes around." Damien's head was tilted as his eyes narrowed, staring at the couple a few feet down the hall. He was reading their souls, for some sort of damage. Tweek's was damaged badly, but not for any reasons in his control. Tweek had a bad history. Craig's was a little marred, by his own past and by his defiance. It wasn't anything serious. But, Damien did realized a new tear in Tweek's soul, right up near his heart. But Craig didn't have the same. It wasn't a fight in their relationship, at least.
He was interrupted by Pip, who tugged his arm. "Damien, please. Its rude to do that, its none of our business. Though... I am worried..." He turned to watch as Craig spoke, laughing about something at his locker as Tweek was attentive, giggling softly. Pip sighed with a soft shake of his head, thumb caressing Damien's arm through his shirt material. "Its best that we don't interfere. I'm sure that they'll work it out in due time."
"Gee, I hope you're right, Pip." Butters rubbed his knuckles together nervously, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth as Kenny leaned down, kissed his forehead, and took off toward Stan, Kyle and Cartman, who had waved him over.
"I hope I am too, old chap..." It was barely audible as Pip gave a soft sigh, leaning into Damien, who kissed the top of his head. Tweek and Craig were on their own, for now. He watched as Craig hugged Tweek (it wasn't returned), and stalked off in his own direction. Tweek stood floored, before turning on his heel, twitching, and leaning against the locker.
Maybe he'd been wrong. Pip slowly approached Tweek as if to not frighten him, hand reaching out to touch a trembling shoulder. As soon as he heard a sniffle, he tensed, bending a little to meet his eyes. Tweek was pale, tears tracking down his cheeks. "Tweek? Goodness, what's the matter?" The shorter blonde just shook his head and lunged forward, causing Pip to stumble. But soon his arms wrapped around a trembling body, holding Tweek to his chest, face buried into his hair as he cooed soothingly. "Shh, its alright..." When Damien and Butters approached, Pip halted them with a shake of his head.
'What's his deal?' Damien mouthed. Pip shook his head again, looking crest-fallen. Tweek was sobbing, clutching his shirt. Without a word, Damien took Tweek from Pip, holding him against his larger body. He was naturally warm due to his inhuman body heat, and knew it would comfort the blonde more. At this point, Tweek wasn't worried whose arms he was in. It didn't matter. They weren't Craig's arms.
"Oh hamburgers. T-Tweek? What's wrong little fella?" Butters leaned down a little, and Tweek turned his head to look at him, cheek against Damien's chest.
"C-Craig..."
"What the fuck did he do?" That was Damien.
"Gah! H-he-- I- oh, Jesus, its too much pressure!" Tweek's words were thick with tears. Damien pet his head, as Pip gave Tweek's back a soft caress.
"Its okay, Tweek. What did Craig do? Did he say something to you that hurt your feelings?" When Tweek shook his head 'no', all three were confused.
"C-Craig. H-he loves me." And with that, Tweek burst into violent sobs again, face hidden in Damien's chest. The three exchanged confused glances before looking back down at Tweek, who was rubbing at his eyes with the heels of his hands. "I- I d-don't think I'm okay."
It took Pip's cooing, soft words whispered from Damien in Latin, and comforting hugs from Butters to calm Tweek down enough to stop him crying, and a little more encouragement to get him to agree to going over Butters' house. "Well, m-my parents won't be home for another two days, and this is 'an emergency', I g-guess. So we can all go to my house. C'mon, Tweekers." Tweek nodded, leaning into Damien who had his arm around him. Pip was on the other side of the shaky blonde, holding his hand tightly. Together, the four walked across town to the Stotch residence.
It was warm inside. Damien removed his two jackets (he refused to wear anything less that three layers outside), Butters and Pip removing their own. They had to coax Tweek out of his, who hadn't spoken a word the entire time. No twitching, no grunting or outbursts of paranoia. Nothing. Pip pulled Damien aside while Butters tried to keep the blonde subdued with a mug of coffee.
"Damien, you have to do something."
"Me? Why do I have to do it-" Pip cut him of, hissing his whisper close to Damien's ear, holding him in place by jerking him down to his level by the front of his black turtleneck.
"Tweek likes you. A lot. Not love, like Craig, but he'd still listen to you. Just show him a little affection, show him that you'll be there." Damien nodded with a sigh, opened his mouth to speak, but the Brit cut him off. "In ANY way you can be." The Anti-Christ looked a mildly surprised. But count on Pip to not mind sharing him with friends. Apparently, he didn't have a say in the matter. Pip kissed him briefly, before releasing him. "I love you, Damien."
"I know." Damien pulled him close in a quick moment of affection, tilting the blonde's chin up and meeting his lips a second time, holding it a little longer than before. Pip slowly drew away, and Damien whispered softly against his hair. "I love you too, Pip. More than life itself." The two exited the kitchen, Damien leading Pip into the livingroom. Tweek was on the couch, staring down into his cup of coffee, which was already half gone.
"Golly, I dunno what to do, fellas. Tweek is just starin' off." Pip sighed and looked to Damien with nod, who turned to Tweek and gently touched his arm. Butters look confused, but Pip silenced him with a look and a promise that he'd explain later. Tweek rose from the couch and began to follow Damien who led him up the stairs, their footsteps moving across the floor, the door to Butters' room closing behind them.
"What's goin' on up there? I hope they aren't gonna do what people usually do when they go into bedrooms, 'specially not mine." Pip shook his head, removing his hat and setting it in his lap as he sat down on the couch. Butters took a seat beside him, hand resting over Pip's.
"I told Damien to do whatever he saw fit to help Tweek through this, whatever it is he's going through." He was biting his lip, looking about ready to cry. Butters hugged him close. "E-even if it means that... that he must..." His words were lost as he covered his mouth with his hand, eyes closed and brows furrowed. The younger blonde kissed his cheek, before pulling back.
"Well, lets watch some television. There's a few good m-movies on, I suppose."
Upstairs, Tweek sat on the bed, gazing up at Damien, who was watching him through steady crimson eyes. "Wh-what?" Tweek seemed a little edgy. Slowly, Damien pressed his knee on the bed by Tweek's hip, leaning over him until the blonde's back hit the mattress. One hand cupped his jaw. "Damien?"
Damien's breath caught. Tweek was adoable. Not pretty, like Pip, but he was cute as Hell. But, he had a job to do. Being the Son of the Devil, Damien was the Prince of Temptation. He leaned down, knees on either side of Tweek's hips, hands planted on the mattress on either side of his head. He leaned in, eyes hooded slightly. "You're trembling." His voice was like velvet, hot and moist against Tweek's ear. He couldn't stop the moan that escaped him, his hands automatically lifting to Damien's shoulders.
They locked eyes a moment, before Damien leaned in, sealing their lips together. Tweek just needed to forget. It didn't meant anything- both males were aware of it. Damien was helping Tweek feel better. Tweek wanted release. Tongues clashed, lips kneading, breaths catching as Damien rolled over, pulling the blonde on top of him, roughly grinding up.
"Damien--" Tweek gasped and moaned into his ear, cheeks flushed. This wasn't right, Damien wasn't Craig, and he loved Craig, and you were only supposed to have sex with people you loved. But wasn't love the thing that got him into this mess? Tweek gave a shiver and rocked forward into Damien, head tossing back. "O-oh, sweet Jesus..." Damien grunted in pleasure, arching into each thrust, hands gripping slim hips. Tweek was so needy, so desperate. Rolling them again, Damien urged Tweek to wrap a leg around him as the thrust forward, Tweek's head thrown back into the pillows.
Paper-white hands slide under Tweek's shirt, pushing it up as his kisses dropped to the column of his neck, over his frantic pulse. Damien could smell his arousal now, and... blood? Tweek gave a whimper, bucking. The jeans between them only served for rougher friction. "I- its so hot... you're w-warm..."
"Shit, Tweek..." Damien was losing himself, gyrating now, gazing into hazy mocha eyes, before kissing his lips. The usually spastic blonde kissed him back heatedly, nerves still. He wasn't afraid. Not of Damien. He trusted him.
As Damien descended down his neck and chest, Tweek arched and threaded his fingers into ebony locks of silk. "Ohh..." His eyes closed, and his cheeks darkened in color as he moaned with pleasure, shivering. Damien's lips and tongue were hot, burning, and felt so good to him. Damien was gentle and slow, too slow, and Tweek thought he as going to die.
Once Damien reached his stomach, he halted, eyes wide. He was face-to-face with ugly slices and almost black bruises. "What the fuck, Tweek?" It wasn't a shout, just a breathy moan. Damien knew this had to stop, and sat up a little alarmed. Tweek was covered in bruises an cuts and scars. They ran down his stomach, over his hips... Damien unzipped the boys pants, Tweek was too far gone to notice, and gave them a tug. Beneath the denim and boxers, sure enough, continued the marks. He forced both garments down to the blonde's knees, feeling sick. "Tweek, what the fuck happened?"
Tweek's eyes didn't open. His face was buried into his hands, though he didn't shudder or shake like he was crying. When he spread his thighs wide enough for Damien to see his torn, abused entrance, he did start crying. It wasn't loud, just heavy sobs, his entire body shaking. "H-he wouldn't stop, I- I begged him to, I-"
The Prince of Darkness couldn't believe his eyes, or ears, for that matter. Not bothering with Tweek's pants, Damien was instantly holding the blonde to his chest. He felt a sting behind his eyes, but it quickly turned to anger. His body temperature flared, and it frightened Tweek, so he forced himself calm for the blonde's sake. He knew right now, that he couldn't breathe a word to anyone. Tweek wouldn't be able to take the pressure, he'd break and do something stupid. His first idea, was to go to Craig. But what if Craig didn't know? Damien knew he had to do something.
Protect.
That's what he felt, and that's what he would do. "Lets get you dressed, c'mon." He helped Tweek back into his clothes, laying him out on the bed. Tweek was whimpering softly.
"Pl-please, man, you can't tell- ngh!" Damien was about to argue, but something in those mocha eyes told him that this was more than it appeared, and he nodded solemnly. "I- I wanna go downstairs with Pip and Butters."
When Tweek bolted for the door, Damien sat on the bed, head in his hands. That was a lot to take in. He could see clearly each slice and bruise, and clenched his fists against his temples. When had this happened? Craig walked Tweek to work from school every day, then home from his job at Harbucks four days a week. Damien walked him home all of the other times, so when...?
Damien's mind hopped around to every possible scenario, each of them uglier than the first, making him tremble with rage. He had to tell someone. Grabbing his phone, he punched in a number, and brought it to his ear, counting backwards with a deep breath to calm himself.
"Hello? This better be good, dude. I was in the middle of somethin' important."
"Kenny, I think we have a huge fucking problem. Stuff your dick back in your pants and pay fucking attention."
"What the hell crawled up yer ass and died?"
"I think Tweek's been sexually abused."
"Tweek's been what? Can't hear, dude."
"I think Tweek's been raped."