Who: Damien and Damien When: June 17th, early afternoon Where: Thorn Manor What: Meeting of both versions Rating: Very high, considering who's there Warnings: Profanity, pride, flirting, and some self-love (a bit slashy). Yes, of course he's that twisted. ^_^ Status: Complete
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Damien had noticed that Scorpius was in a hurry to leave after their game earlier. Something about how the other man needed to get something at the other residence. The antichrist figured it was important. He wasn't sure what to do next, so he thought about it. Faith wasn't around anymore. Bart was either resting in one of the rooms or hanging out at the hotel. Scorpius had not returned yet. So, perhaps he should take a shower and clean up. Possibly check out his work or go to a club.. though that was his sinful side talking. He should really be doing something to help people out there.
So, he had taken full advantage of the vast bathroom. An hour later, and the shampoo and body wash used up, the antichrist walked back to his room with only a towel around his waist, his form still wet from the shower. He sat on the bed then, using a spare cloth in his hair, ruffling it in an attempt to dry it off. It was when he looked up that he nearly yelled out, seeing his mirror image looking down at him with a smirk. And.. wait, there was no mirror in front of him. And the other likeness was fully clothed in jeans and a shirt. "Holy shit, how long have you.. umm.."
The other form just nodded, looking at his nicer self. "Just about a minute. I'm as shocked as you are, I was just sitting in the park in Chicago for the past hour." He smiled. "Damn.. I look good." Especially in just a towel, with drops of water on the skin.
"Of course I do," the other one said with a smirk. "Or.. we do, I mean. Can't be what we are, and not be attractive to the masses." He paused. "Please tell me you didn't mess anything up. How's Mark?"
"Mark is...." He had a faraway look on his face then, with a light smile. ".. alive. He's very much alive. Unharmed. Breathing. Innocent. Perfect." He sighed. "I just wish I was still there."
The wet one paused, confused. Why would the Damien here be speaking that way? It was as if Mark didn't exist here, like the Damien of this place had not seen him for years. Unless.. "Oh, shit. You.. you killed him, didn't you. When we were in the woods. Couldn't control it? And he fell in the snow."
The dry one sighed, clenching his hands. "Please... don't remind me of that day. I just spent the past two weeks under the illusion that he was alive. For me, at least." Because honestly, what he saw was the life he could have had. It was pretty much the same as now, except his cousin wasn't around in this timeline.
Damien nodded. God, he couldn't imagine life without Mark around. Though it gave him a bit of a hint of what it was like, seeing how people reacted to him here. Well, some of them, mostly from his work. It must have been very difficult. "It's okay, I understand."
The original one said, "At least I got pictures. So, what did you do here? I hope it's nothing that needs changing back."
The other beast said, pulling the cloth from his hair, "Nothing major. I transferred some of the homeless drives around, gave a few raises at work. Offered to help the Hyperion with cases, or to assist some of the good guys. Don't worry, Logan is still attached to you. Though I think it'd be better if you released them. It's much better when they join you on their own."
"Please stop that right now. Come on, I don't tell you how to do your job," he said with annoyance. Then his eyes widened. "What? Seriously... you offered to help AI here? Helping the helpless? And doing good stuff without expecting anything in return. You help save kittens too?"
"Had to do something to help around here," he replied to himself. "I saved Bart from a grisly demise from Superman on crack. Helped him heal a bit. Also kept letting Faith feed from me and the other boy. Scorpius and I still had our hot fun. Was he your boyfriend or something? I woke up to see him sleeping next to me."
"Ohh.. that." He laughed. "No, just friends. It was just fun, that's all it was. Glad you kept helping Faith while she was here. That was the arrangement. To let the other sinful or evil arrivals stay here. Sort of like a sanctuary. Well.. but really, you were going to help Team White Hat? You, the antichrist. Actually doing good, with no ulterior motive. What about Father and what he-"
"-Lucifer isn't here now," the other one cut off. "And besides, just because he brought me to this world doesn't make him my god. I make my own destiny, my own fate. Not the Devil and not that Bible. I make it. It's my choice." He seemed a bit serious about that. "Don't misunderstand, I still have followers. And there's still some sin going on. But it's all free will. Just no.. killings or massacres."
Damien seemed surprised to hear that. So in a world where Mark lived, he was better? It seemed that he had even rejected his father's plans, something he could never imagine doing in his life. But the idea of being his own man, doing things because he wanted to, not because it was written in a book? That was something to consider. "Okay.. so.." He set a hand on the other's shoulder, curious.
"I wrote a few notes down. You should find a file in your computer.. it should explain just about anything else I did here." He shrugged, though his eyes went to that hand. He then looked up towards his eyes. It was as if his other self was trying to concentrate. "Umm.. what are you doing?"
"Me?" He paused, moving his hand on the damp skin. It would seem that their powers didn't work on each other, just basically canceling each other out. That sort of made sense. They were essentially the same person, after all, when you got right down to it. Oh well, it was fine when natural, anyway. "Oh, come on.. surely you must have thought about it. If you could meet yourself. What you would do." He certainly did.
"Well.. err.." He laughed nervously, though the hand sure was nice. He was planning to go out. He should be doing something to help. But maybe.. in a bit. Something about this idea intrigued him. And he was always curious about it.
Damien sighed, withdrawing his hand. He turned to walk away. "But okay.. not interested, fine. Guess I will go plot world domination instead.."
Instinctively, the towel-clad version gripped his wrist, holding him still, so as to not let him go. There was a firm look in his eyes. "No."
He just smirked, moving to sit down beside him again. He kicked off his shoes and socks. "Alright, then. Let us enjoy ourselves while no one is here at present. And perhaps later, we could invite a third party. But for now.. fun first." He pressed his lips to his other self's, capturing them, as he moved a firm hand through his damp hair before giving it a tug. Oh. Ohh, now that was nice. Interesting.
The nicer self responded back. He was surprised at first. And also a bit shy about this, and it showed. It was definitely not something he'd expect in reality. But then he got into it more, as he begun to enjoy it. Their kisses were less shy, and more firm, more desire and need in their manner as time went on. He fiddled with the buttons of the other's shirt, before frantically just ripping it open and tossing the garment aside.
It was much better than his fantasy. Skin on skin, though his counterpart's was more damp. That was nice. He smirked when his shirt was practically ripped off him. There, now that's more like it, he thought to himself, I knew he wasn't completely innocent now. They continued, each of their hands roaming over the other. The towel and trousers were eventually gone as well. Within an hour, they would be very exhilarated and pleased at what was going on, though a bit awkward as well, but for now they would just enjoy it. Besides, it was what they had both wanted, and nothing stops an antichrist when he wants something. Especially if there's two of them.