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Kenny is happily sitting at the McDonalds with the ๐ฉ๐ฌ๐ณ๐ข ๐ฌ๐ฃ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฃ๐ข on the lord's day. He didn't order anything for himself, maybe just a drink he won't sip at but he wanted to watch Damien eat for him.
By now it's been years since he had a caramel sundae without the taste of rot.
"Did I show you that meme? Where a couple goes to McDonalds after a Mcfuckin'? I think it's actually something like 'us after pound town'." He knows it's going to get a reaction from Damien.
"๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐! Before you say anythin' I have to tell you somethin'. ๐ ๐๐ฎ๐๐ค๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ. I'm not messing around, I mean it and I love you. You don't have to say anythin', I'm just tired of havin' to catch myself."
Damien snorts and grabs another dainty handful of fries. After Kenny sent that vid, Damien checked out all the other recreations of the meme and liked them all. It fit the current situation, seeing as below the table his legs were still quaking like a newborn.
He paused midchew to hear Kenny out; his ear growing hot and his heart beat quickened. Damien was happy- so fucking happy to finally hear it but..
"You tell me this NOW?" he hissed, mortified.
"I'm in sweatpants," and he smells like sex and dried sweat- stuffing his mouth with subpar trash food and about to go back to campus for the week. This was NOT how he wanted it done. "I love you too. Obviously." He says back, hiding his face behind his hand.
"I did... I thought you would be ashamed of me. I uh... I liked the idea of being a weakness. Even saying that out loud is so fucking embarrassing but it's true!" Michael sighs and pinched the bridge of his nose.
He should leave.
Does he want to have something stronger? It sounds like a trap. It could be ages before Kenny returns and Michael could end up drunk, then do something stupid.
"Okay." Michael was such a bitch. He knows how dangerous this could be, but it's Damien.
The closet door swings open and Kenny finally arrives. His earlier YSL eyebags are replaced with a youthful glow. He looks ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐? His clothes are covered by his large black house coat Damien bought him for his last birthday.
On his way to the kitchen, Kenny smiles at the pair. Michael looks scared. Which Kenny doesn't seem to understand anymore. Yeah, he was a ๐๐๐๐๐๐ hungry and a ๐๐๐๐๐๐ moody. It happens to everyone. Washing his hands at the sink.
"What did I miss?" Kenny assumes being included. Michaels appears to have mistaken the question for a confrontation.
He watched Michael shift awkwardly and looking at Damien for any sort of help. Kenny might see why Damien is fucking Michael on the side. Michael's cute... in that boyfriend stealing slut kinda way.
He waits at Damien's side to take lead of the situation. This was Damien's side bitch. Kenny'll come to his affairs when they get there.
"You are." Damien confirms simply. "A weakness, that is. I won't deny that I hold a lot of affection for you but that- you are nothing to be ashamed of. It's why I'm so desperate to make you one of mine."
They were alike in that way. Damien approached with the intention of stealing Michael from 'Team Cthulhu' and make him 'Team Satan'. Somewhere along the way, things went a little sideways. Though, Damien can't say he didn't regret any of it. Watching Michael come into his own was invigorating. Michael was cultivating his own brand of strength; a slow but steadily building of strength or immunity to Kenny and even his own influence. Power was power, and Damien was helplessly drawn to it.
To both Kenny and Michael.
Damien's breath hitches when the closet door opens for the second time that day and he has to stop himself from pouting. He was hoping to have Michael a few glasses in before Kenny returned. Poor, handsome thing needed some liquid courage.
Still, he welcomes Kenny with a smile and his eyes wander over Kenny's refreshed form. Damien can't help but feel a little smug, seeing Kenny wearing something he bought him.
Showoff, he though affectionately.
Damien squeezed Michael's hand reassuringly. "I was just about to take Michael to the den for some drinks while we waited for you." Give him a little aftercare. Possibly more, if everyone was game.
"But now that you're here, there's no need to wait. Come on, both of you. I don't want my weekend to be wasted."
It's a little bit of a gut punch to see how well Damien falls into Kenny perfectly. Kenny is incredibly different from Michael. First, Kenny is like sunlight and has a smile that lights up rooms. When he wants something, he has the ability to get it. Michael is awkward and has a shitty attitude that scares everyone away.
He only agreed to start fucking Damien because he liked the thought of having the ability to take someone's boyfriend. Show that not all love can be 'perfect'.
Instead it feels like Kenny is rubbing his status in the hierarchy of Damien's affections. He doesn't want the ache in his chest but it's there. It's not enough for Michael to ignore future sexting or hook ups.
"Wow. He knew the whole time." He feels so fucking stupid. Of course Kenny would know the whole time. Michael wonders if they have an open relationship with conditions.
He finished the rest of his coffee.
"No... I'll pass." He puts the cup back on the counter. "All of this is a lot to take in." He has a heavy need for reassurance suddenly, but he's not going to act on it while Kenny is so close. "Are you going to have any free time soon?"
"It was only fair," Damien shrugged. Michael knew about Kenny, Kenny knew about Michael.
He tilted his head. "Did you think I would keep you a secret?" he asked, honestly curious. Damien wasn't the type to be ashamed of anyone he chose to keep by his side. There were many people that would give everything to take Michael's place. It was a little offensive that Michael didn't see it for the honour it was.
See? South Park was a humbling place for Damien and he fucking hated it.
Damien glances over Michael's shoulder, towards the side of the house were the infamous closet resided.
Kenny wouldn't be gone long and would probably be back soon, and if he had the wherewithal to eat the bitch then he would be in a great mood when he returned. This would make for a good opportunity to bring his two lovers together.
"It is a lot." He agreed and took Michael's hand. "Lets move to the den and I'll give you something stronger than coffee." Damien smiled. "You look like you need it."
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Michael looks down at the coffee. He slowly takes it with a fearful expression. He dabbles with the dark side of religion, along side with his friends, but it's never to the extent of seeing anything first hand. Michael wasn't a pussy, this is just too much, too fast.
"Coffee." He nods slowly. He's still trying to make sense of what he walked into.
Before he came into the house, Kenny was scolding Michael who said he didn't know if he could go through with Kenny's request. Which resulted in Kenny 'taking care of it'. He's never seen Kenny be so hands on with anything.
Now he's third wheeling like a total side bitch. Michael is so fucking embarrassed and jealous? Of course he was jealous, he's in Damien's house with Kenny; the boyfriend. An unbothered boyfriend who seems to understand the sutiationship between Michael and Damien.
His stomach twists painfully. Kenny knows.
"I'll get used of it? That's bullshit. It's like living in a horror movie with those loud, shitty jump scares."
Finally taking a sip from his coffee. Michael thinks it over. His day started off well. Then he got that call from Kenny.
"It could be better. You? I bet this weird shit is just another day for you. Does he know about us? I'm not trying to piss off whatever the fuck he is. What's in that closet? More then your fucking running shoes."
He stops and glares. "Is this why we've only been hooking up at my place?"
Damien smirk widens into a full grin. He couldn't help it. Not with Michael trying and failing so hard not to freak out. Usually, the man was so composed, apathetic and broody.
"Anyone else in your shoes would be a crying mess, you know. Keep up your witchcraft, or whatever branch of science it is. It's doing you wonders." Damien complimented, honestly impressed. Whatever Michael was dabbling with, it seemed to be protecting him.
"You're full of questions today. But in short, yes. I didn't want you catching whatever happened to our neighbor," he admitted casually and finished his tea. "But if Kenny called you over, he must've known you had the mental fortitude to be here." Of which, Damien was so damn relieved.
"And yes. I'm under the assumption he could smell it on me." There was no way to keep Michael a secret. The knowledge must make Michael nervous.
"I thought, since you are a follower of Cthulhu, you would have a better guess as to what is happening in our closet." He teased. "You want to see? If we ask nicely, maybe Kenny would let us have a peak."
Oh, holy shit, that was so fucking ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. He smiles and feels his face heating up in response to Damien. He knows Damien will hate having it pointed out.
"Oh my god, you know how incredibly ๐๐๐๐๐ that was, right? Would you have saved me over and over?" Then he's reminded of his true nature. Kenny bubbles over with laughter at the thought of being turned into a ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ (platypus).
"Teasin' is normal between kids, but you wouldn't know since you only had Pip followin' after you---" He shuts his mouth because he heard something he liked.
All weekend? That's two days together. More than enough time for Kenny to watch Zombieland with Damien. Kenny loves the down time in-between their causes. He gets to see a side of Damien that's softer and looks at Kenny with an ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ he's never been shown before.
He loves Damien so fucking much, but it's never been a good time to bring it up.
"All weekend, huh? Let's go--"
The knock comes outta nowhere. It's replicates what Kenny remembers a cop knock being like. Loud and demanding attention. Naturally on the other side of the door has to be Michael.
Of course he would break a moment like this.
"We ain't done talkin', alright?" Kenny says with a weight to his words. He walks forward to kiss the Prince's cheek and walks to the door to deal with Michael.
Fifteen minutes pass and Michael arrives to the kitchen without Kenny. His eyes don't seem to meet Damien. He looks guilty to be in the same location as the happy couple. "Hey..." It doesn't diminish his feelings for Damien, he just knows his place when it comes to Kenny.
"Kenny told me to come inside and he was just gonna deal with it. Whatever the fuck that means."
The front door opens with what sounds like a struggle. Kenny is going to the closet and brings all his mess with him. Eventually everything falls silent like Kenny wasn't even there. Michael is frozen in his spot. Finally his eyes move to Damien to just fucking gage what Damien was feeling. Michael feels like he just walked into a horror movie and no one cares.
Damien felt his ears grow hot and he turned away, hiding behind an eyeroll and his tea mug. Not that he did much saving when he did start coming around. The Book was too vague and full of bullshit, only guiding him into an escalation of horror and confusion. Nothing about it offered the control he craved in the beginning.
His eyes fell back onto Kenny, waiting to hear what he mind for the weekend when there was a knock at the door. Damien ran a hand through his hair, putting his tea down on the counter and reached for Michael's coffee cup.
"I'm not going anywhere," he promised, tilting his head to accept the sweet kiss and used his power to reheat the coffee.
Minutes pass and when Michael finally comes inside, Damien's ready to offer him a drink. "Hey," he offers back with an amused smirk on his face. "Coffee?"
There's a shift in the air when those closet doors open, causing a shiver to go down Damien's spine and his hair to stand. He feels it acutely, more so than Michael; whose instincts have him freeze in place. Damien's power rises in response; the room goes colder and the shadows seem to shiver and dance.
Damien's eyes are wild at the edges; unable to hold back the feeling of excitement every time he feels Kenny's influence.
"You'll get used to it, soon enough," he promised. "How was your day?"
"Death by an uncrustable ain't so bad. One times I was eatin' too fast after my parents ditched us for a bender and I fuckin' died choking because no one knew how to help me." He's laughing as if that was something normal.
Kenny's pretending too. Pretending not to noticed how Micheal's cup has a little more attention than the other cups of tea. (Or so he thinks.) Pretending he doesn't fucking ๐๐๐๐ Damien's heart rate pick up. It's a strange wave of emotions.
He's ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, but not seriously jealous?
"Joke's on you bitch, I don't mind a matcha."
What the fuck ๐๐ matcha???
"Uh, before Micheal comes over, are you workin' tonight?" It must be the third night in a row Kenny's asking. He feels like the clingy boyfriend, but he genuinely enjoys Damien. Kenny ๐๐๐๐๐ the prickly personality and dark wit. Damien's beauty also adds to the allure.
It was easy to imagine the scene; the three McCormick siblings in blind panic, tears, screams and helplessness. Young Kenny's face going blue, starting with his lips and eventually the whites of his eyes streaked with red. The memory was lost to them, but the trauma remained after Kenny's rise from death. It gave him the idea to push little Karen towards a career in nursing. Surely that would help with some of her mental scars.
Ah, that bit of traumatic lore distracted him AGAIN. "Sometimes, I wish that I was by your side even back then.." he admitted with a wistful sigh. "But you were a prick and I wanted nothing to do with a lot of you back then. Father insisted I stay in South Park so I can have a normal childhood." Whatever the fuck that meant.
Out there, beyond the weirdness of South Park, Damien was a big fish. Here within South Park, he wasn't so big and that was humbling and made him resentful. Still, it came with some perks and he was able to take advantage of the weird time loop Kenny's deaths created.
Damien blinked twice. "No, I'm available all weekend before I'm needed back at Yale," he answered honestly. If Kenny was still tired, he was planning on having Michael around, but if Kenny was feeling better..
"Did you have something in mind?" he asked, trying not to sound too happy.
Still looking at his phone and made some faces while he looked at his phone. He's rushing one of the Goth kids to come over and pick up the car. "๐๐ผ๐ถ๐ป๐ธ๐ด๐ฟ is comin' over." Kenny looks at Damien with a knowing smile.
He knows about Damien's crush. It's just like Kenny's crush on Trent. Both are unrealistic relationships because Kenny and Damien make more sense for survival.
"Yeah, I'll have some." He leans against the counter waiting for his tea. "I feel like I should be packing Mrs Witherson some ๐๐๐๐๐๐ for her trip to the fuckin' hospital. I shouldn't have to feel so guilty! She was the one lookin' through our windows when I was doin' ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ shit."
He'll never admit it, but Kenny feels isolated. Humans are too weak minded to consider friendships. Driving them into insanity and the person becoming a shell of their former selves. The fragility is makes him resentful.
๐ ๐๐๐ โ๐๐
Moving from the counter Kenny moves closer to Damien. Taking his cup of tea. Not that Kenny enjoyed tea much. Tea was fucking weird.
"Why don't you warm it in the ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐?"
At the mention of Michael, Damien's ear visibly twitches but otherwise he pretends he didn't hear it.
"That would be waste. Who knows if she can even swallow at this stage and then we would be dealing with a body. Cause of death? An Uncrustable," he snickered. Two lumps of sugar for himself and a sickeningly sweet handful for his dearest.
Damien's face was one of outrage and disgust. Tea from the MICROWAVE? He very nearly set the damn thing aflame right then and there.
"Blasphemy. For even suggesting that, you're getting matcha. Earl Grey is for good and proper individuals." Waiting for his own tea to finish steeping, he makes Kenny a sweet matcha concoction with a milk frother.
After some thought, he pulls out a third cup for Michael... just in case, and makes him a cup with instant coffee.
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Hyper focused, Kenny watches Damien and squints. "It's ๐๐๐ a ghost?" Kenny was so sure it was a fucking ghost. She was so frightening and following him, talking about the old ones and the end of the world is close. He follows after Damien and loomed over The Prince's shoulder to look for himself. His eyes widen in shock. "Aw shit. That's embarrassing. Pardon me."
Silently, Kenny walks out the door. In full cartoon fashion, he takes his latest victim to his car and simply puts her in the backseat for now... She'll either have to come out of it sooner or later--- or Kenny will have one of his followers drop her off at the hospital.
Kenny must have looked like a ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. He's on the phone with someone before he runs back to the house with a bashful expression. "That was ๐๐, my bad. Still gettin' used of all this shit."
Damien snorts after him, watching Kenny leave to take care it. Despite the whole disturbing aspect, the whole scene was adorable. It had left Damien smiling and laughing a little as he retreated into the kitchen for something hot to drink.
Kenny's influence was getting stronger and there was nothing helpful in any of the Books. Just a vague impression that it will settle on its own time or they must commit to the option of feeding it with abandon.
Which was a hard no.
He put the kettle on and pulled out two cups, making tea for the both of them. Damien peers over shoulder when Kenny returns and smirks. "Thank you, my dear princess. Tea?"
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"So... ๏ธตโฟเญจโก ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ โกเญงโฟ๏ธต is gonna happen soon. Tis the season to get flowers, gifts and go out. I kinda like that shit. You ain't gonna be weird like Christmas though?"
"Excited?" He asked with a smile playing on his lips and waved his hand dismissively. "I'll be fine. It's a day for romance and accidental pregnancies, nothing involving that filth."
"It is a bit tricky, to find anything that suits your taste," he admitted, walking around the couch slowly and runs his hand across Kenny's shoulder and neck. "Do you appreciate the efforts I make for you?"
The hell prince was so cute with his manners. Damien's food looked like it was enjoyed. His plate isn't pulled apart and examined to filth like Kenny's plate. All of it was ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. Kenny can smell all the chemicals pumped into the animal. Even the blood spilling from the rare meat gave Kenny deja vu of the animal's memories.
It was giving him a ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. A rare accomplishment these days.
"I think I made a mistake cuttin' my fast." He grabs his water and washed down any ruminants of food in his mouth.
Damien gazed down at Kenny's plate and sighed quietly, bringing his wine glass up to his lips. Poor thing was going through shit Damien could only imagine. Maybe a night in would've been better for date night... but Damien wanted Kenny in nice formal wear.
"If it's too much, we can get it go." Damien offered.
The restaurant didn't do take out, pretending to be of a higher class than it actually was- the idea of walking out of here with a full plate; cutlery and all was hilarious.
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@lilexpired / Damien cuts his steak into fine little pieces. It was date night and he hoped Kenny's aversion to human food would be over. It was funny, but...
"You could at least pretend to eat. The waitress is staring."
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