In Which Damien Has The Mentality Of A 5-Year-Old

A/N: Alternitively 'Childish'. That super long one was the original one xD

WELL I kept you too long by not updating, so let's hurry and get to the reading, ja?

Warnings: Damien's such an idiot xD

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. Mmhmm. Okay then.

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"Damien!"

Anyone who heard the tone in which the name was called would have immediately matched it to that of a mother scolding a child who has been naughty a few too many times and is close to getting in big trouble. Indeed, the teenage boy who had shouted stood in the typical mother pose; hands on hips, resting his weight over on one side, lips pouted and eyebrows slightly creased. Aforementioned people may have presumed him to be an older brother calling to a misbehaving toddler.

So they may have been slightly surprised when a second, lanky and tall, teenager came bounding over to the call, cocky grin on his face.

"Damien, must you insist on being such a child?" the first, smaller teenager sighed, flipping his choppy jaw-length blonde hair back, shifting his bangs out of his bright blue eyes and raising an eyebrow. He crossed his arms over the well-fitted casual t-shirt he wore, and tapped his blue converse boot on the pavement, making the chains attached to his jeans and belt jangle slightly.

"Aw, but Pip! It's fun scaring pigeons!" Damien whined playfully, still grinning, exposing sharp – sharper than average- canines, pitch-black fringe hanging over one blood red eye. His dark gothic clothing, black skinny jeans, black converses and 'Hellcreature 666' t-shirt made his already pale skin seem white with contrast. Pip tutted but relaxed his stance, a small smirk creeping onto his face. Damien let out a loud laugh and danced around him, looping his long arms around the smaller's shoulders.

"You're an immature git sometimes." Pip told him, though they both knew how endearing Damien's immature attitude was.

"You're a sexy Brit ALL the time!" Damien chuckled, placing a fleeting peck onto Pip's cheek before flying into motion again, spinning around to Pip's other side and resting his chin on the blonde's shoulder. "But sometimes you're a total bummer."

"Wanker." Pip playfully shoved Damien's head off him, making the older boy stumble slightly over himself. Once he'd righted himself, the noirette simply slung himself over the Brit again.

"You're meant to tell me what a sexy demon I am in return, dummy." He tutted.

"Y'know, I doubt many people would believe me if I told them you were the Antichrist. They'd be expecting you to be all big and scary and evil. You act more like a big five-year-old." Pip replied, rolling his eyes.

"I missed out on childhood!" Damien pouted. "Blame my Father!"

Pip and Damien weren't just your average American teenagers. In fact, neither of them was American. Pip, born Philip Pirrup, was born-and-bred English, through and through, right down to his slowly fading accent. Blood-wise, Damien was Hellion; Antichrist, demon, son of Satan, the whole package. He had spent his life between Hell, England, and America, and this showed through with his fluency in languages (he spoke at least five, and these included German and Arabic) and mixed accent.

Pip was an orphan who had lived with adoptive parents until recently, when he'd turned 18 and moved in with Damien. Damien had lived with human parents for a few years, before being relocated to Hell with his father, Satan. Both had met at South Park Elementary, in 3rd Grade; Damien was not-long-moved to Hell from England, and Pip was the British exchange student who still hadn't left. Damien was nine, Pip was eight. Damien was just discovering his demon powers, and pushed out from the 'cool' crowd for causing a few unusual phenomenons to happen to the group of boys, Pip had been a hated outcast for his past year of school. This had near forced them to hang around together, and though the relationship started out quite rocky, it improved a bit over its 3-day lifespan.

Then, Damien had set Pip on fire and been moved back to Hell. This set them back just a bit.

It wasn't until about 5 years later that they had met again; Pip was still very outcast, though now with the exception of his friend Tweek, and he had grown up quite a bit from the shy little eight-year-old he had once been; at 13 he was dressed in a lot of smart, possibly even 'posh', clothes, smart black trousers, white dress-shirts with fashionable waistcoats and smart black shoes. Damien too had changed; a mischievous glint ever present in his eyes, accompanying a dangerous smirk, but also with an almost pompous air of authority about him. After a brief disagreement, the two had made up, and become friends.

As they grew older, they grew closer, as happens with friends. Pip loosened up a lot, eventually losing near-all show of self-importance or high-and-mighty attitude, sticking to a casual and generally laid-back mind-set, with a flare of Brit-punk attitude. Damien simply became cockier and cockier, his true, child-like self shining through his tough outer shell, always ready and waiting to cause mischief and chaos. Both went through that tough teenage stage of questioning; what did they want, where were they going, and the rocky problem of sexual orientation. Both had their mix of girlfriends and boyfriends, though the ratio of girls to boys was uneven and very male-heavy, Pip eventually coming out as completely gay, Damien admitting to bisexuality.

After making their own mistakes, their own share of relationships that simply didn't work out quite right, the two found each other in a way much deeper than friendship. Relationships with best friends don't always work out, but after a slow start where they both had fears of losing the other as a friend completely if this messed up, the pair found they had an instant spark. If soul-mates didn't sound stupidly cliché, they may have said that they were each others. From there their relationship simply deepened and progressed as a normal relationship will; from holding hands to shy kisses, movie dates to the whole 'full mile'.

This brought them to the present; Damien was 19 and had been attending a university in England for a year now, while at 18 Pip had only just moved to his home-country to join him, though he went to a different university nearby. They shared an apartment, excited to finally be living together. Like any couple, they enjoyed using holidays, breaks, weekends, free-days, any time they could, to spend time together. So, today, they had gone shopping in Oxford, as a little treat, and now was time to start heading home.

Pip tapped Damien's nose, before grabbing his hand and pulling him though the crowded streets of Oxford. Damien smirked and reversed the position, so that he was running ahead, pulling the blonde behind him.

"Oi, Damien! Slow down a bit!" Pip called. In response to this, Damien stopped abruptly, and the Brit crashed into his back. Before he could even register what had happened, Pip had been pulled up into a piggy-back, gaining an extra foot of height on his boyfriend's back.

"Dami-en!" Pip cried, startled, as the boy he was currently riding (Guys, seriously, get your minds out of the gutter) set off at top speed, weaving through the crowds, jumping, swerving, and providing a generally bumpy ride. Damien laughed loudly, loving the feel of the wind blowing through his hair and Pip's arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders. Pip, recovering from his shock, started laughing too, until both were laughing so hard that the already odd looks they had been getting got even odder. If that was possible. Obviously it was.

"You have reached your destination." Damien said in a monotone, trying to imitate a SatNav. Pip giggled as he was dropped gently onto his feet, and his boyfriend grinned back. "Next stop, home!"

Pip took Damien's hand gently and held it, and the older boy responded by squeezing back and drawing the small blonde closer. They boarded the train that would take them back home, and stared out at the beautiful countryside passing their windows. Pip sighed and settled his head onto Damien's shoulder, nestling into the wonderful warmth of his boyfriend's strong body.

"I love you Pip." Damien murmured gently. Pip smiled, and kissed him gently.

"I love you too Damien." He replied quietly.

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A/N: OMG

It's way too short, but I REALLY needed to update this! Not enough Dip D:

So I hope that this wasn't too shit. I love Damien being childish and cheeky, he's so cute~

Please review~ so I can be inspired and write more!

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