Last chapter! It's not spectacular, I admit, but it's an end. Enjoy.

Chapter 8 – Eternity, My Love.

Their hands were twined as they sat facing each other on the couch. Damien squeezed Pip's hands gently, smiling softly at him.

"I'm sorry you had to go through all tha'." Pip said remorsefully, staring thoughtfully at their hands.

"It's okay." Damien looked up at him, "As long as I have you now, it was worth it."

Pip chuckled, "I'm glad you fink I'm worth so much."

"I know you are."

The words made Pip blush. He smiled brightly and giggled, unsure of what to say to that. Damien was quite the charmer, that was for sure.

The dark haired male scooted closer, tossing an arm over the blonde's shoulders. He pulled him close and kissed his temple, "I missed you so much, amatus meus. Te amo."

"Te amo." Pip replied softly. It felt so strange to say, yet, at the same time, comforting. Since the last dream, it was like he and Phoebus had become one. He recalled all his dreams like hazy memories and he couldn't help feeling an incredibly strong connection to Damien, even though they'd sort of just met.

Damien grinned at the reply and let go of Pip's hand to reach up and tip his chin. He captured his lips in a soft kiss, which he was quick to deepen. Phillip happily returned it.

They break after several seconds and rest their foreheads together.

"So, how about it?" Damien asks after a moment, "Spend eternity with me?"

"How?" Pip questions in return, "I'm human. I'll only live abou' 80 years."

"Not if you make a deal with me." Damien persisted, "Sell me your soul in exchange for immortality."

"I don't... I don't know." The blonde hesitated, "That seems like a serious step..." The selling of one's soul had always been portrayed as the ultimate sin and one that would be completely unrecoverable from. Would it change him?

"No demon will challenge me, so it's perfectly safe, I promise." He was becoming desperate. "As long as I have ownership of it, you'll be fine. You won't age and you won't die so long as I refuse to collect payment. You can live with me, forever. Wouldn't you like that?"

"Yes, I would, but tha' still seems like a really dangerous fing to do... Whut if it changes me?"

"It won't, I swear." He grabbed his hand and squeezed, "It's safe, I swear to you. I would never do anything that could hurt you. I love you more than anything."

"Well..." Pip bit his lip. He was still uncertain.

"Do you want to maybe just think about it a while?" He wanted an answer right then, before something else happened that would separate them, but he understood that this was a big decision for the other man. Selling a soul wasn't something to take lightly.

The blonde nodded, "Yeah, I need to sleep on it. It's a big decision."

"Alright, I understand. I hope you understand that I'll be asking you everyday until I get a yes." He lifted the younger man's hand and placed a delicate kiss on thin fingers.

Pip chuckled, smiling softly, "Yeah, I unduhstand." He had half a mind to just sell it now, seeing as he was sure he'd cave eventually, but he wanted to hang onto it a while longer. The thought of giving it up still seemed wrong, even if it meant spending eternity with this man.

Damien kept his end of the bargain. Everyday for the next four days he asked for rights to Pip's soul. Everyday Pip asked for more time to think. He was having a hard time deciding if he wanted to let it go, or if it would be worth it. Immortality sounded fun on the surface, but wouldn't it be awful to see everyone he cared about die? To live without being able to make friends because someone would notice him not aging and he'd have to live with the pain of them dying as well? Wouldn't life become painfully boring after awhile?

He didn't voice these concerns to Damien. He was afraid the man would mock him for it, say things like "Who needs friends?" and "Life isn't boring when you're causing trouble." He didn't like those answers.

It wasn't until the morning of the first day, after he'd side-stepped the question and headed off to work, that he realized the answer.

He was walking along the sidewalk, mind in the clouds, when someone grabbed him and dragged him backward several feet. Before he could ask what was happening, a car smashed into the building where he'd been walking and dragged several feet before coming to a halt.

Pip stood, stunned, and stared wide-eyed.

"Are you alright?" A woman, presumably the one who'd yanked him from harms way, asked him.

"Y-yeah." He nodded.

She ran ahead to check on the driver. Once he regained feeling in his legs, he followed.

The driver was drunk, but fine otherwise.

As they stood with him waiting on the police, he couldn't help but think over what had just transpired. He had nearly died. If that woman hadn't yanked him away, he would have been hit dead on and surely killed.

He would have left this world and Damien, for a second time.

After giving his statement to the police he continued to work. He needed a bit of normalcy to calm himself after the ordeal. That, and he didn't want to go home because Damien would ask why he hadn't gone to work and he certainly didn't want to tell him about this. He'd lose it for sure.

He arrived late but explained what happened to Wayne, who was visibly upset about it as well. He allowed him to leave work an hour early, which was probably for the best. Pip never did stop shaking and it was affecting his performance.

At home he wasn't too surprised to find Damien watching game shows with a frown. He was incredibly good at Jeopardy, but this was Wheel of Fortune, which he was utterly terrible at.

He looked over the couch when the blonde walked in. "Afternoon, love. You're home early."

"Yeah, not feeling well."

"Oh, dear." He frowned and stood, "Should you lie down?" He walked around the couch and grabbed his hand, looking at him worriedly.

"No, no." Pip shook his head, "I just want to sit wif you awhile."

"Alright." He led him around the couch and pulled him down onto his lap, "I missed you." He kissed his cheek.

"I missed you too." He made himself comfortable and hugged him tightly.

"You alright?" Damien wrapped his arms around Pip's thin form, "You're shaking."

"I just... had a rough day."

"Was someone rude to you? Did someone hurt you?!" Damien let out a soft growl.

Pip could sense the other man's rise in anger and it made him laugh, "No, nofin' like tha'." It was adorable how protective Damien was.

"Then what?"

"I'll tell you latuh." After he'd sold his soul so Damien couldn't get panicky about it, "I've been thinking about your question all day though."

"And?" He looked hopeful.

"And..." He hesitated a moment. Was this really okay?

Did it really matter?

"Yes. I want to sell my soul in exchange for immortality. I want to be wif you forever."

Damien brightened significantly. He grabbed Pip's face and held it close, "Really? You mean that?"

"Yes." He attempted to nod, "I love you so much. I don't want to die and leave you. I can't do tha' to you a second time."

"I love you too, carus meus, so much." He crushed their lips together, putting all his emotions behind it. It was such a huge relief.

Together with his love for eternity. No more loneliness, no more pain, no more sadness, no more hate. Just the two of them.

Pip broke the kiss and smiled, "I love you too. How does this work? Will it hurt? Do you have to take it out, or?"

Damien laughed, "No, nothing like that. It's already done."

"Really?!" He looked down at himself. He didn't feel any different.

"I don't actually take your soul, I just get rights to it. If I never collect it, you can't die."

"Nifty." The blonde chirped, smiling at him.

"Very." The demon laced their fingers together, "How long do you want to stick around here before you take me up on my other offer?"

"Othuh offuh?"

A smile tugged at Damien's lips. The accent was certainly a nice addition. "Traveling."

"Oh! Well, I have to at least put in my two weeks at the dinner, but... Maybe a month more here, at most?" Traveling sounded amazing. The sooner, the better. He knew he had eternity now, but he still felt so pressed for time. Maybe that feeling would never leave.

"Sounds good to me. We should sell as much of your stuff as we can, keep what you can't live without, and throw away everything else."

"Okay." He nodded. He'd need to set up a yard sale soon then. It would be tough to part with some things, but what did material items really matter anyway?

Damien sighed and hugged him tightly, "I'm so happy you've chosen me. I couldn't take losing you again. I love you so much."

"Same. I love you too." Pip hugged him tightly in return. "I just hope you don't get tired of me."

"Not for an eternity, my love."

I want to thank everyone who's stuck around over the last year or so, waiting for me to quit being so lazy. Thank you so much! Even though it took awhile, the steady flow of reviews asking me to continue actually did motivate me. It just took a long time to write the previous chapter. It was practically a story in itself.

Anyway, this won't be the last you hear from me. Though I write a lot of original stuff now, Damien/Pip is my otp and I have several stories in the works. I just need to get motivated to come closer to finishing them before I post.

See you lot around! Thanks again for the support, critique, encouragement, and just awesomeness in general. Love you!