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Title: Vicious Cycle
Author: Kate (valetine4ever)
Pairing: Damion/Piers Keaton
Fandom: Fly Fly Away (My Own Novel)
Theme: 84. 72 hours
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do own this moley crew.
Warnings - Serial infidelity, plenty of swearing, implied sex and boys loving.
It had been 72 hours since Piers had split up with Lily.
He kissed her and said goodbye, and she slapped him, a red mark across his face. Her heels clicked down the pavement faster and faster until it had turned into a run and a sprint from him.
He watched her leave, watching the long blonde hair with a slight sense of lost, but with no urge to go after her.
It had been 42 hours since he had told Dom that he hadn't felt like sleeping *with* him that night.
He looked like he was about to cry, but smiled and said no worries, and that if it meant he could be with whoever it was he loved, he'd be fine, and they were back to being best friends without the benefits.
He had almost cried himself, and wanted to say he was wrong, that he wanted him back. But he couldn't.
It had been 24 hours since he had been kicked out of his home *again*.
Molly had told Piers to go, telling him she didn't want him cluttering up the tiny flat when her new fucktoy came over. When he reminded her of her maternal duties, she had screamed, and thrown him out, leaving him the parting words "I never wanted you! I wish you had never been born!"
She didn't know that if Fate hadn't chosen, he would have never existed. Sometimes he wished that he didn't have a fate.
It had been 22 hours since he had arrived at Guy's flat and been let in.
Neither Guy or her father asked any questions about why he had been kicked out, Guy had provided a comfortable shoulder to cry on for a bit, a best friend who he had never wanted benefits with.
He wondered if she still cried in her sleep about him, just sometimes after the hard days, like Zack said she used to.
It had been 12 hours since Guy had gone to Sam's, and Guy's dad had left for an breaking news story at the office and left him alone.
Sam had called her and she left, probably to do dirty, bad things in his room, on that filthy bed where he had done it with Damion once before, at his house party. She probably wouldn't come back till tomorrow.
It had been 6 hours since Damion had appeared, climbing up to the window this time, crying that he was sorry and Theophila had gone back to the afterlife, and he would *try* to be a bit more faithful this time.
For once, he didn't push him back out of the window, and let him have to get his wings out and fly away.
It had been 5 hours and 50 minutes since he had said the same.
He didn't really believe it though.
He wondered if Damion did too.
It had been 5 hours and 30 minutes since Damion had kissed him, first on the nose like a little child.
He had almost pushed him back out of the window, whetever he had his wings ready or not.
He had made Damion promised not to do it again. He had listened, and kissed him in his oddly gentle way, not anything like the way he was or the way he lived.
It had been 3 hours since they fucked in the first time in nearly 2 months.
He was shocked that he had missed him, what with all the other sex he'd been getting. Being 16 was hard sometimes.
It was now 1 hour since the two of them had gotten into bed all tired out.
As Damion slept, Piers could only think it would be 72 more hours for the promises to be broken again and the vicious cycle to continue on.
Title: So stub me out
Author: Kate (valetine4ever)
Pairing: Damion/Piers Keaton
Fandom: Fly Fly Away (My Own Novel)
Theme: 10. Eyes
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Mines.
Warnings: Boys loving and kissing.
It was the eyes that got me. Demons never have eyes like that. The eyes of a demon in human forms are never beautiful, never.
I can remember when I met him for the first time, I was running, I was leaving and trying to find that prophet, that Theophila, the girl who promised she'd only love me when I was a demon again.
We weren't looking, and we slammed straight into each other. I was going to say sorry, but as I looked up and saw those eyes, real eyes, not the eyes of the dead, or an angel or demon, but real still alive eyes, those dark brown eyes that have stolen so many hearts before and will again...
I forgot about her. All I could think was of this gorgeous *alive* boy who had just run into me. He muttered sorry, and tried to move, but I pinned back his arms, and muttered into his ear that he wasn't going anywhere. He shrugged against me, the movements feeling very nice under me, but I kept holding on.
"What do you want?!"
"Guess." I silkily replied, my voice as seductive as it gets, and his eyes went wide as saucers, suddenly understanding what I meant, and he tried to break free, crying out that he wasn't gay, that he loved a girl back home and that I should let him go. I called him a liar, pointing out that he was just as excited as I was, and he said about natural reactions, and that's when I lent down and muttered
"I know, natural reactions, they're nice aren't they? You're only pretending this isn't nice and that you don't like it, because it's all new. Why not enjoy it?" He looked away, and then looked back at me.
There was pure lust in his eyes. Probably one of the most beautiful looks I've ever seen. I lent down, and kissed him, those rose coloured lips, and it was warm, and sweet in that mouth, not like the angel I'd kissed while nobody was looking, not like one of the many other demons that had come and gone, all cold and dead.
He broke the kiss, suddenly pushing me off. I yelped as I fell backwards into the dust, my silver hair covered in the dark brown dust that haunts the shadowlands.
"What did you do that for?" I shouted out, annoyed that I'd lose the contact.
"I didn't come here to be ravaged by a complete stranger. I have to go."
"Well, you could at least tell me who you are and where you're from first."
"I'm Piers Keaton. From Earth."
"Well, I'm Damion, a demon from the deepest north of the shadowlands."
"A demon?" I could hear the disgust on his voice, and put my puppy dog face. He wasn't even looking at me, so it made no difference.
"Just because I'm a demon doesn't make me evil." He started to walk off, not even replying. I stood up indigent, thinking of the fact I was now in the middle of nowhere, horny as hell and couldn't do anything about it. "Go ahead and leave! This won't be the last time you'll see me! I'll find you, and then I'll finsh off what I started!" I shouted after his disappearing shape in the distance. I smirked, and licked the taste of him off my lips. "I swear today in front of any of the deities who happen to be watching me right now, I'm going to find that boy and finsh what I've started today!" I smirked again as a thought popped into my mind, wasn't Piers that boy Guy had said she had fancied? Didn't he live near her?
Why was I bothering, you ask?
Because as long as my name is Damion, I live for challenges, and they don't come much more challenging than Piers.
Title: That's green tea for ya
Author: Kate (valetine4ever)
Pairing: Damion/Piers Keaton
Fandom: Fly Fly Away (My Own Novel)
Theme: 6. Green tea
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Mines.
Warnings: Excess teenage style swearing, unusual turn-ons, boys loving and kissing.
"Are you trying to avoid him at the moment?"
"Who?"
"The pope, of course."
"Why would I be avoiding the pope?" Guy threw the empty can of green tea at Piers' head, and he ducked, still drinking his can.
"I mean Damion, dumbass."
"I am, as a matter of fact. Why?"
"He finds the smell of green tea a...turn on, if you will." Green tea spluttered from Piers' mouth, and covered the new sofa which his mother had brought only last weekend.
"You're fucking kidding me?!" He shouted after recovering.
"Oh, I'm not. He would use to steal Minami's tea just to smell it. It annoyed her too, which was why he also did it." He could sense the pure evil coming off his best friend, and sighed, wondering if she had only become his friend so she could get revenge for over a year of being unnoticed by him.
That was why he was staring at the last can of green tea sitting innocently on the coffee table in front of him at one in the morning. Guy had long since gone home, and Molly had come back, spilt beer on the new sofa, and had got off into her bedroom with some new man she had met in a club and started making all the pictures in the frames on the wall shake. She had managed to do this without even saying hello to him. An new record.
His love of green tea won out in the end, and he picked up the can, and opened it carefully, slowly teasing out the build up pressure in the can. It opened, and he slowly drunk it, swirling the can arounds after every sip, an pointless yet enjoyable habit.
Suddenly, somebody covered his eyes from behind him.
"Guess who!" The excited voice squealed loudly, and he almost screamed out loud until the figure covered his mouth. "Oh Piers, your mother won't like it if you scream." The figure let go of him, and he spun around, shooting an evil look at the boy behind him.
"Damion! Why did you..." He was cut off as Damion let down to kiss him, and the odd scent of him, that smell which was nothing like anything on earth hit him. It was pretty much impossible to describe.
"Heh!" The other boy proclaimed as he let go of the other boy "Your mouth tastes like green tea again." Piers groaned.
"Please don't tell me that Guy is telling the truth and you're now horny."
"Baby, you know I'm always ready for it." Damion grabbed the other boy's arm, dragged him off the stained sofa, and started pulling him towards Piers' bedroom. "Don't put down the can Piers, bring it with you" he muttered as Piers tried to put the can down.
"Why?" He muttered, slightly afraid.
"Oh, you'll see, you'll see..." He sniggered, and Piers put on his most scared face as the other boy dragged him into his room.