Your Guardian Devil:Chapter 16

“I love you.”

Pip looked back into the shining eyes before him. He didn’t move, but instead watched the strangely face. Pip felt as though he was putting on a show, but all he got in return was a look of helpless confusion, much like what he was feeling now.

Pip composed himself and tried again.

“I… love you.”

The expected silence threw Pip off course and lost for words, even though he didn’t even think ahead of where to go after that.

“No? I love you,” Pip echoed again with new choice of emphasis and tone, almost questionable in his certain statement.

He let out a long sigh and turned his back on his bedroom mirror, sliding down onto the ground.

“It’s hopeless!” he whined.

He stopped in his self pity for a moment, enduring the silence around him and curling up into a defenceless ball.

‘Maybe this is just how Pocket feels…’

From downstairs, Pip could hear heavy footsteps trudging into the kitchen, followed by the light switch clicking on and cupboards being opened and closed hastily. Someone was on the prowl for alcohol; Pip knew it all too well. But the disrupting sounds didn’t bother him in the slightest because he had grown so used to it and so he continued his track of thought.

‘Because… Damien would never love me. He cares about me; I’m more than lucky for that. I’m just… just being selfish.’

Pip’s eyes began to water and he hid his face in his folded arms.

“I won’t cry…” he whimpered quietly, “Damien hates it when I cry.”

But his tears spilled over and slid down his cheeks. He sniffed away at his now runny nose and rubbed his wet cheeks dry with the sleeve of his old jumper so roughly that they had grown slightly red with the friction.

“He doesn’t…”

More disturbing noises came from downstairs. All Pip could hear was the muffled yells of a gruff sounding man and the loud screeching of a woman’s retaliation. Although he couldn’t quite make out what they were saying, he could easily pick out various common profanities along with the usual insults, arguments and slurred verbal abuse that was swaying back and forth aimlessly.

Pip was about to break down into tears when he heard a light tap at his window. His eyes locked onto the window, he stood up from the ground and stepped over to it cautiously. He stopped as he got within reach of the window and waited for a few moments. Nothing happened and it was completely silent.

Suddenly a much louder knock rattled through the window. Pip jumped, startled at the sudden sound. After taking a deep breath to tame his racing heart, he pulled back the curtains quickly and almost squealed.

“Damien!”

The pale boy outside placed a finger before his lips, indicating for Pip to be quiet. When he saw that Pip had obeyed him, he then tapped at the bottom of the outside frame of the window.

“Oh! I’m sorry,” Pip whispered as he realised what Damien wanted him to do.

He unlatched the window immediately and pushed it upwards in order to open it. A gust of freezing air flew threw and caught Pip off guard as he shivered violently. He waited for Damien to climb on in out of the cold so that Pip could close the window already, but instead Damien grabbed his hand.

“Come on.”

“Huh?”

“Come on,” Damien urged impatiently as he tugged lightly on Pip’s soft hand, “Now.”

“B-but Damien I can’t leave out the window! I could just as easily get out the front door if you would just-”

“No!”

Pip blinked at Damien’s strange behaviour. Damien sighed.

“Look just come here,” Damien pulled Pip towards the window, “I’ve got you. All you have to do is come out here, keep still and I’ll carry you to the bottom.”

Pip looked down at the ground outside, then to he and Damien’s intertwined fingers and then to Damien’s eyes.

“I… I don’t know…”

“It’s ok,” Damien smiled reassuringly, “You can trust me.”

Pip smiled back, feeling slightly more relaxed now.

“But we have to hurry,” Damien reminded him, “Now come on.”

Pip sat down on the window ledge and gradually eased his legs out into the open, his hand still grasped within Damien’s. He slid down against Damien’s body, who then took his hand from Pip’s and placed his arm underneath Pip, giving his bottom some support so that he wouldn’t fall from his arms.

Pip clung on to Damien for dear life, wrapping his arms tight around his neck. He gripped desperately onto Damien’s t-shirt with his clenched hands and wrapped his legs around Damien’s waist.

Pip squeaked as he felt Damien begin to climb down the outside of the house. He shut his eyes and buried his face deep into Damien’s warm neck. He felt his entire body tense up with fear.

Soon, the motion had stopped and he felt two hands being placed comfortingly on either shoulder. He looked up to see Damien smiling affectionately down at him. They were on the ground.

Pip cringed as he realised that his legs were still wrapped firmly around Damien. He moved them out of place, stepping down onto the ground. He looked away from Damien, completely mortified.

Damien placed a soft kiss onto the blushing blonde’s forehead.

“Come on,” he whispered, taking Pip’s hand as he began to make his way out of Pip’s back yard.

As he helped Pip over the white picket fence, pushing him up by his arse, he looked back at the house. A strange, inhumane-looking figure lurked through one of the rooms as Damien could see through a glowing window.

He smirked to himself, ‘Feed, my pretties. Feed.’


Damien’s living room was quiet and dark. The only sound echoing through the cosy room was the sparking of the embers that rose energetically from the fire, dancing and twirling in order to revive them from the frosty cold they had just escaped from. The fire produced the only light in the whole room that glowed across their pale faces and illuminated them with its warmth.

Pip and Damien sat but an inch apart with Damien sprawled out on one end of the sofa and Pip tucked up restlessly on the other.

Pip looked up into the uncaring boy’s expressionless and tamed red eyes.

“Am I staying tonight, then?”

“Yeah.”

“Are you still grounded?”

Damien laughed, “Yeah but don’t worry about that. It’s all being taken care of.”

“W-what do you mean?” Pip asked hesitantly.

Damien stretched his arm out towards Pip in order to stroke his hair. He looked down at the boy with compassion.

“Don’t you worry about that.”

Pip looked nervously at him, “You know every time you say that I always end up worrying. And within good reason.”

Damien shifted closer to Pip and hung his arm around his shoulder, “Calm down ok? I’m just making life a whole lot easier for you.”

Pip paused, almost horrified with realisation, “What are you going to do to them?”

Damien sighed, “Pip…”

“No!” Pip pulled himself away from Damien and stood before him, “No Damien. You’re not killing because of me again.”

Damien stood up with him, trying to calm him down, “I’m not killing because of you, Pip. I’m killing for you.”

“What difference does it make? It will always be on my conscience!”

Damien stepped closer to the flustered boy and embraced him with a comforting hug. He ran his long fingers through the soft blonde hair in a lulling fashion and hushed for him to relax.

“What… what am I supposed to do, Damien?” Pip finally breathed.

“What do you mean?” Damien mumbled back in his ear.

“I can’t live on my own,” Pip buried his face into the nape of Damien’s neck, “I’ll get sent back to the orphanage.”

“Don’t be stupid,” Damien pulled away slightly from Pip so that he could look into his eyes with his hands placed on his hips, “You’ll be staying with me. Forever.”

Pip smiled and a faint pink glow rose to his cheeks. He shook it off however in a state of doubt.

“Damien your father will just think you’re trying to kidnap me again.”

“He’ll know whether they’re dead or not and whatever he believes the reason for that may be, he won’t be able to say no. He’s fond of you.”

“I don’t want to be a bother… besides you don’t even have a spare bedroom. Where would I sleep?”

“You haven’t got a problem with sleeping with me, have you?” Damien pouted sadly at Pip.

Pip blushed, “N-no but that’s just for sleepovers.”

“And now it’ll be for all the time,” Damien smiled, “I’d like that very much, wouldn’t you?”

“I would,” Pip admitted.

Damien watched Pip for a moment, “Why?” he tested.

“I-I…” Pip’s cheeks grew red almost instantly.

Damien smiled at how jittery Pip had gotten. It was somewhat amusing that he could do things like this to the boy without even touching him.

“Pip.”

“Y-yes?” Pip looked up awkwardly, regretting what question Damien may ask him next.

But before any question could be asked Damien leaned in towards Pip and took the smooth pair of pink lips in his own. Pip melted immediately at the touch of the heat and placed his hands upon Damien’s chest as he caught him in his arms.

Pip, to his own surprise, deepened the kiss by sliding his tongue between Damien’s lips and licking around in search for his companion’s own tongue. Damien licked back and soon they were both completely lost in the warm and wet embrace.

Damien lowered his hands onto Pip’s butt cheeks and grabbed at them playfully, causing Pip to lose his balance and stumble backwards slightly. In an attempt to help his darling regain his footwork, Damien turned Pip around and swapped places with him, still indulged in their passionate kiss.

The back of Pip’s knee bumped against the edge of the sofa and he fell down onto it, bringing Damien down with him. Now, the two were on top of each other and all over each other.

Damien’s hands travelled casually up Pip’s body from beneath his usual white shirt. Pip lost his fingers within Damien’s thick black hair as his body began to ring with ecstasy.

Pip heard Pocket’s words of warning fighting in his head, but he didn’t allow them to take over. He was doing what lovers do with the man that he loved; how much closer could he expect to get? And so he coddled himself in the moment, completely forgetting about the notion that Damien didn’t love him back.


The next morning, Damien and Pip found themselves inhabiting the sofa once again. Clad in a well put together, gothic display of Damien’s wardrobe from two or three years ago, Pip was becoming more and more used to the clothes that Damien liked him to wear, despite the fact that this time he was choker and tight fitting clothes free, apart from the top that hugged his torso flatteringly and showed off a small part of his stomach. He was quite pleased with this particular outfit, although baggy things certainly were never really Pip’s thing. The long blue and black striped sleeves of his t-shirt hung over his small hands like wings and helped to insulate the heat in his body, making him feel warm and cosy.

He didn’t mind wearing so much black even though his own wardrobe consisted of nothing of the sort. He had always thought that black would make him look too pale or too blonde, but Damien seemed to like it and so that was good enough for Pip.

The two had been silent for some time now, staring in utter horror at the television as it played an episode of the Super Mario Bros.

“But… they’re Italian!” Pip exclaimed completely bewildered.

“I know…” Damien answered equally as disturbed, “I don’t think that the voice actors do, though.”

“Pip there’s someone at the door for you,” Satan called from the front hall pleasantly, “Damien,” he suddenly growled, “get out here now!”

The couple looked at each other in confusion and shrugged their shoulders, getting up from the couch as they made their way out of the living room.

Damien stopped dead behind Pip as he saw Officer Barbrady standing in the doorway once again. He grabbed Pip’s hand, remembering the last time he had his angel taken away from him. He knew it wasn’t going to happen this time, however. It would never happen again, for decades at least.

“Damien you promised me you would stop kidnapping your friends!” Satan scolded.

Barbrady stopped him, “Oh no no this isn’t about that, Mr Satan. I’m afraid I have some bad news for Pip.”

Pip looked to the plump, still man, knowing all too well what was coming.

“I’m afraid there was an accident at your home last night. Your foster parents are dead.”

Pip said nothing. Everyone’s eyes fell upon him now.

“Oh my goodness, that’s horrible! I’ll go make some hot chocolate right away.” Satan cried as he hurried off to the kitchen.

“It looks like a serious case of manslaughter,” Barbrady continued, “We’ll put a lot more effort into the investigation once we finally get Al Gore to shut up about his theory of this incident having some link to the man-bear-pig conspiracy. It’s putting us off our track of thought that your foster parents’ deaths may have something to do with the legendary man-bear-pig.”

Pip nodded expressionless. Damien watched him carefully.

“Until then we’ll have to close off your house, so you’re gonna need to find somewhere to-”

“He can stay here,” Damien interrupted, “You can discuss the details with my father. We’ll take good care of him.”

Officer Barbrady nodded, glancing over at Pip to check his reaction to all of this.

“Well that just leaves the matter of your personal belongings; in the case of your clothes, school books, uniform, etc.” he dragged on like an old school text book, the only flicker of any sense of knowledge within the man’s body, “you are permitted to be escorted in by one of our police officers. But I warn you… it’s really gross in there.”

Pip thought about what state his foster parents may have been left in after whatever brutal dismissal they were rewarded with. He shuddered, a notable look of disgust on his face.

Damien looked at him sympathetically, “I’ll get the stuff for him.”

“Alright, well I’m going to go talk to your father about Pip staying here and see if he’s got any cheesecake. You should go on to Pip’s house now; just tell one of the officers there that you’re picking up Pip Pirrup’s schooling items.”

Officer Barbrady plunged on into the house and walked into the living room, closing the living room door behind him. When Pip and Damien were finally alone Damien turned to the speechless boy.

“Are you ok?” he whispered, squeezing Pip’s hand lightly.

Pip nodded, avoiding eye contact.

“I’m just going to run to your house to get your things, ok?” Damien placed a light kiss onto Pip’s forehead, “Stay here with my dad. I’ll be right back.”

He finished with a kiss on Pip’s lips, gazing at him sincerely.

“Won’t be long,” he assured him.

He left for the door. Pip watched the heavy front door as it closed itself over and slammed shut. He stood almost completely breathless.

“This is all my fault…”