Chapter XIX

"Woaw, where are you off to?" Damien arched an eyebrow, quickly catching up to Pip. Pip blushed, hand still poised on the doorknob, ready to swing it open and explore as soon as possible.

"Well, the new house, Damien!"

"You're hurrying. You have to calm down Pip, you could really hurt yourself. I don't want that, and besides, Dad'll kill me if I don't take good care of you. It was hard enough to convince him to let you come back..."

Pip frowned, arching an eyebrow. "Yes, you still haven't told me of that. Will you ever?"

"Not now," Damien shook his head, "For now, the house, but let me help you about."

With Damien's arm now snaked around his waist, Pip was finally given the chance to swing the door open as he had been so thrilled to do. The little Brit stared out of the doorway: The hall outside was long, with the ceiling so high and walls painted a gorgeous blue. Various decorations were about, all reminding him of his homeland of Britain. There was two sets of stairs in the hallway, both leading down to the main floor. Walking out into the hallway, to the left Pip could stand by the stairs and see over the main floor. There was a kitchen to the right that Pip could just barely see, and directly below was a vast living area.

Pip was ready to squeal with delight, though the expression on his face was enough to satisfy Damien. The young blond was obviously overwhelmed and, best of all, extremely happy. The new home was far different from what he had grown up in - Hell, Pip hadn't even had an upper level to his house in the home that burned down. This new place seemed rich, costly and, best of all, someone obviously had taken much time and care into making sure it was something Pip would enjoy. Pip was more than certain it wasn't just coincidence that Damien found him a home that was so quaint and English.

"Damien... It's..."

"Shut up," Damien grinned, "You've barely seen the place. Shower me in thank-yous after you've seen every inch."

Pip blushed and nodded. "Where to first?"

"Bathroom?" Damien shrugged, pointing a head of them to the door directly across from the bedroom. Pip nodded, and the two slowly walked to the bathroom, Pip still busy taking in every inch of the house with admiration.

Upon entering the bathroom, Pip was amazed. It was much larger than any bathroom he'd ever seen, and every bit was gorgeous. The bathtub, which doubled as a shower, was large enough for at least three people Pip's size, and the perfect size for a boy of Pip's size to share with the son of Satan's larger frame. Pip was certain that was exactly what Damien had intended to happen.

The one thing Pip noted that seemed out of place was the complete lack of a bathroom mirror or razors. Pip needed a shave - he could feel the stubble on his face and had had just about enough of that. Pip could, of course, understand exactly why Damien wouldn't trust him with a razor. But the lack of mirror, that still puzzled him.

"Damien... Why isn't there a mirror here? Most bathrooms have..."

"Because I know you, Pip," Damien said with a frown, "I can't risk you cutting. With ANYTHING."

"But, Damien, I've stopped, I swear -

"I guess I'm partially to blame," Damien sighed, completely ignoring Pip's comments, "I shouldn't have brought cutting into the bedroom, I shouldn't have let you gotten any pleasure from pain since you're only human. But I did, and I can't risk you trying the same again."

"I really wont-

"Shh," Damien frowned, "I'm not giving you a mirror until I'm sure you won't. I'll beat your ass if I catch you cutting again, understand?"

Pip blushed, finally silenced as he nodded his head in agreement.

"Come on," Damien smiled, warming up and kissing his boyfriend's blond head. "Let's go downstairs. It's even nicer than this bathroom. You really get worked up over bathrooms."

Damien soon gave his boyfriend the grand tour of the entire home, which turned out to be some home indeed. Each room seemed to be larger than the last, but one thing was for sure: every room was at least double the size of the last room of its' kind Pip had in his old home.

"Oh God..." Pip muttered, taking a seat in the kitchen, the final stop. "This place is... It's so enormous! I could never have imagined something like this, Damien! It's so bloody perfect!"

Damien grinned. "Glad you like it."

"Did you do all this for me?"

"No, Cartman did," Damien rolled his eyes.

"Sorry," Pip blushed. "I'm just taken a back! I grew up, you know, being taught that Hell and Satan were so bad, and that I'd best stay away from evil, and yet, here you are, and you've made my life, well, first you made it just awful, but you've done all THIS!"

Damien grinned. "I did do a lot."

Pip chuckled softly before attempting to get up. Damien studied the blond carefully. He decided not to interfere, not this time, but rather wait and if Pip were to suddenly lose balance, jump in. Damien knew he was babying his boyfriend, and wanted Pip to feel like he did have some freedom and capability.

Once Pip made it to his feet, his first action was to throw his arms around the demon boy, much to Damien's shock. Pip smiled up at the taller young man.

"Hey you," Damien smirked, taking Pip's newsboy hat off with one hand. Pip grinned, standing up on his toes to place a kiss on Damien's lips. Unfortunately, one peck was never enough for the son of Satan, so as soon as Pip fell back down, flat on his feet, Damien took that chance to dominate, forcing his lips back down on Pip's more than willing mouth. As Damien's split, snake-like tongue snuck its' way into his lover's mouth, the demon boy's hands wandered down a slim back, finding their place on Pip's slim bottom.

With tongue firmly placed in the British boy's mouth, Damien pressed Pip against him, making sure to rub Pip's crotch against his own. Feeling the boy's knees about ready to give out, Damien forced himself to stop, slowly letting the smaller boy loose and leaving Pip's mouth, somewhat sad to have to go.

Pip's eyes were wide, lips still parted, and clearly aroused. The blond looked about ready to jump Damien then and there. His shocked expression soon turned into one much more loving as he sat back down, knees weak.

"That was, well, lovely to say the very least..." Pip began to blush, looking up to Damien who could only grin proudly at his own doings.

"At the least, yes," Damien grinned, "See? I can please you without any blood."

"I know you can," Pip smiled, but his expression soon turned sour, "But, Damien, you... Will you still cut?"

"No," Damien stated flatly, "I can't."

"What do you mean 'you can't'?"

"I, uh," Damien frowned, "Alright, fine Pip, you deserve to know. But don't go and worry or anything, got it?"

"Got it," Pip agreed, though a look of worry was already on his face.

"Father refused to just let you live at no cost," Damien explained, "He couldn't just do it, and let it be another silly fling of mine... He needed to know I was serious."

"I see..."

"So, in exchange for your life," Damien sighed, "I'm not... I'm not immortal, Pip."

Pip's eyes widened, confusion spread across his face. "What? Why? How? Your father wouldn't do that to his own son, would he?"

Damien laughed softly. "It's really not as bad as it sounds. I'm just as I've always been. It's just, if I die on Earth, Dad won't let me come back. That was the deal. I'd still be physically able to, yeah, but, Dad's forbidden me from returning, and you really don't mess with Father."

"Oh..." Pip said, still trying to act as if he followed.

"Forget about it," Damien smiled, "I'll be careful, and we'll be together. This can be our place, we'll make a cheesy, cute gay couple, no?"

"Of course," Pip smirked, eager to change the subject, "How about we forget about that with a nice morning romp on my new kitchen table?"

"Romp?" Damien arched on of those Satanic eyebrows. Pip's only response was to start unbuttoning his dress shirt, standing up slowly as he did so, and sitting back down on the edge of the table, smirk on his face.

To Be Continued.

So sorry for the late update!