Innocence's Obsession

“What’s your hurry?” Damien said, his tall dark figure escaping the dark shadows of the class, his deep blood red eyes looking at Pip devilishly, his voice smooth and calm, his hands in his pockets, slightly leaning against a desk lazily.

“I would just like to go home, Damien.” Pip said, while trying to franticly open the locked door. Still wearing his school girl’s outfit, sadly to his displeasure the door would not open.

Damien's footsteps are heard getting closer and closer to Pip, then his hand is seen pressed against the door, Pip quickly turns around to face Damien. Only a few inches away from each other, face to face. Pip’s heart pounding in his chest, mouth slightly a gape in horror, eyes staring into the eyes of Satan’s only son.

“Damien, please let me leave.” Pip said weakly, feeling small and frail.

“No.” Damien growled, a small smile forming on his pale face.

“But,” Pip squeaked “I didn’t do anything to you” Pip said in a panic.

Damien starts chuckling, showing off his sharp teeth happily, his red eyes shimmering a little as he looked into Pip's innocent blue eyes, those eyes filling up with tears of terror. Damien slowly starts to grind himself against the blonde British boy. Pip starts to feel perplexed about the whole sensation overflowing in his body and on his skin, not knowing what to do he starts to talk nervously.

“P-please let me go” Pip said softly.

And in an instant, Damien pressed his lips against Pip's, hard and roughly, letting his snake like tongue slip into the frightened boy’s tongue playfully. Pip suddenly felt paralyzed all over, both in panic and in uncertainty of what Damien was doing. Damien broke away from the wet kiss, still smiling his sharp smile. Moving into Pip’s neck, he whispered into his ear.

“But I don’t want you to leave yet.” Damien said hotly, his breathe against the boy’s skin, Pip felt like he had goose bumps all over. Damien once again pressed himself against Pip gently, Pip shuddered under him.

“ Damien…please …don’t” Pip said with a soft moan, questioning why his body suddenly felt so odd, his face feeling so hot, and his mind escaping him.

Damien pressed his hips against Pip's, but more rougher, letting his hand explore the Pip’s thigh, his hands reaching up his skirt and pulling gently at his underwear. Pip letting out a small yell of protest, but oddly enough came out as a moan. Damien nuzzling his cheek against Pip's, his lips whispering into his ear softly, his one hand on Pip’s shoulder and one up his skirt. Both hands gripping firmly and affectionately.

“For each time you breath any word that is against my will, I will take away your breathe and replace with mine” Damien whispered.

Pip pauses in fear, biting his lower lip. Damien's body was so close, still pressing against his. The feeling of Damien's hand on his shoulder did hurt but also gave him slight arousal. Pip nodded to show he understood, but tears still fell in fear at Damien's presence.

“W-what do you w-want from me? Pip stuttered.

“Nothing from you really” Damien replied. “Just you in general” Damien said breathing hotly on Pips neck.

Pip whined a little at his comment, causing a small chuckle to escape the anti-Christ’s lips. Damien moved away a little, looking directly at Pip, the frail boy in the skirt looked back at him, his eyes gleaming with tears and fears of what is going through Damien's head, his face red and blushing from stress and from arousal. It was true, Pip was a homosexual, but never tried to explore such feelings. Partially in fear of not finding acceptance if anyone really knew. In fact, Pip himself was uncertain about his feelings.

“You do look beautiful” Damien said, breaking Pip’s trail of thought. “In your lovely little skirt.”

Damien's hand traveled down to Pip's leg, and Pip out of rush and reaction tried to move his hand away.

“Someone took my clothes!” He said suddenly, almost trying to make a subject change.

“I was showering earlier and this is what was left--“

“Oh?” Damien said, he backed away, finally giving Pip personal space. Strangely enough in that moment he pulled away, Pip felt his body weaken slightly, feeling like he suddenly lost an urging need from his body when Damien moved away. His body felt so tense, weak, and defenseless. He slipped to the floor, his knees up and laying against the door weakly, sitting on the floor.

“Someone took away your clothes? How cruel...” Damien said jokingly.

Damien walked over to his desk, opening it up and taking out a bundle of perfectly folded clothes, they were Pip's.

“These wouldn't happen to be them, would they?” Damien said with a grin, finding much humor in his malice.

“Th-Those are mine!” Pip said in a shock.

Pip sat up a little more, and began to stand up. Walking over to his desk and tried to grab them. Damien pulled them away, snickering a little, holding them up high above his head so Pip couldn't reach. As Damien pulled away Pip bumped into his desk and turned around nervously looking at Damien.

“No no no my darling...” Damien said, laughing a little.

“You aren't getting these back….You'll have to work for them.” Damien said playfully.

Pip's face dropped to sudden sadness, paleness in his face from Damien's words.

“But...those are mine” Pip said, getting rather frustrated.

“And what if I don't work for them?” Pip said with a huff, trying to sound more tougher.

“Then you are free to go.” Damien said, sounding calm and cool.

After Damien said that, the doors opened to the bare hallway, Pip suddenly felt ecstatic, and began to walk his way to the door.

“But of course since you have to walk all the way home,” Damien called over to Pip as he walked away. “You might bump into some strange unfriendly fellows, who want to take that skirt of yours, and tear it off that sweet supple body of yours, and take advantage of your defenseless nude form.” Damien said, his voice very cheery and upbeat as he spoke.

Pip froze, only two steps away from the door. He paused, and looked over at Damien.

“But...aren't you an unfriendly fellow who wants to take advantage of me also?” Pip said.

“Yes, but I'm not a stranger.” Damien said, as if he was trying to win an argument.

“They could kill you,” he began again, his red eyes staring at Pip. “And do the process all over again with your lifeless body.” Damien said with a laugh.

“Does that mean you intend on killing me?!” Pip said with a fright

“Oh give me some credit,” Damien hissed a little, looking away a little insulted. “I'm not an idiot, everyone knows if you destroy a toy, that means you can't play with it anymore.”

Pip suddenly felt very little safer with those words, not finding it very flattering being called a toy.

“Besides,” Damien spoke again. “I'm not going to give away what I want to do to you just yet.”

“Oh dear…” Pip froze, and looked at the open door. Thinking about his options. He sighed and stepped away from the door.

“What do you want me to do?” Pip said.

TBC

Next chapter is coming up and it going be hot