Hey guys. I'm back. Hope you don't think it's just another stupid overkill of a sequel. I know you all can't get enough of Pip, right?

Go to my profile to read the first story. If you want to, I mean. You don't really have to. You probably should, since you won't have any idea of the things I will probably reference to if you don't, but you can live in confusion if you'd like. Confusion is always fun. Pip knows this.

Thanks to Akatsuki Feathers‏, for encouraging me to write the sequel. :)

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Chapter 1 – Unresolved Sexual Torment

Damien was the son of Satan, and as the son of Satan, he often bragged of knowing all of the ropes to torturing lowly humans into insanity.

First of Hell's commonly implemented techniques was piercing the body and drawing blood in some way. A demon would simply take an ordinary household item, such as a butter knife, and do some extraordinary things to the victim that just weren't meant to be done with a butter knife. Other devices include, but aren't limited to: razors, bayonets, glass, scrap metal, and rods. The main purpose for this torture is to make the prey scream for mercy. It really helped that in Hell, one was already dead, so the torture any person received could be taken to the most extreme measures possible, as death was not a possible outcome.

Another form of torture was the widely recognized use of water droplets dripping onto the forehead in rapid succession for sustained periods of time in order to induce hysteria. This method is known to most as the Chinese Water Torture. It is a fitting name despite the fact that there is no actual proof of the Chinese using this tactic. Demons liked to use this after inflicting pain, in order to get even more entertainment as they watched someone who was already insane from pain go even crazier.

One of Hell's favorite tortures was burning the tortured victim. It was quite possibly the easiest way to torment someone in Hell, as the fire was already everywhere and there was no difficulty in tying someone up and sticking an important body part into any one of the raging fires that were common on street corners. This method was commonplace among married couples who wanted to settle arguments.

Damien, however, had seemingly developed a new and improved form of torment, that wasn't so much physical scarring as it was emotionally troubling. It was worse than any beating, any stab wound, or any amount of water. It was worse than being cooked in the most sizzling fires of Hell's depths, or being forced to scream for mercy. Damien, who bragged about all the types of torture he was familiar with, had secretly come up with one of his own, and he tested it out on Pip every chance he got.

At least, Pip thought it was torture. What else could it have been?

"So, Pip. How's life coming for ya down here?" Damien asked, a sly smirk adorning his features. It wouldn't have been so bad of a comment, if Damien had not come up from behind him, wrapped his arms around Pip's skinny waist and put his hand close to Pip's crotch when he said, 'down here.'

Pip's entire face flamed. Damien always made Pip feel like such a flamer with the way Pip's head filled with blood every time Damien was near.

"I-It's going good," Pip replied shakily, trying his best to get out of Damien's embrace. He didn't like getting so close to Damien. Damien made his whole body heat up in a way that wasn't supposed to happen, and Pip didn't like it.

"Really now?" Damien was now twirling a bit of Pip's hair in between his index and middle finger. "You like it?"

Pip KNEW that Damien was asking if Pip liked it in Hell. He KNEW that Damien only said things that sounded sexual like this to get him riled up. Pip KNEW he was just taking it the wrong way, and that Damien didn't mean it any more than he meant the rest of comments – they were a way to get Pip distracted, and when Pip was distracted, he was most likely entertainment for his dark friend.

"Er, Damien, could you please…" Pip couldn't finish his comment, because Damien had put his mouth close to Pip's ear right then, and said, "What would please you, my friend?"

It would please me if you would just stop playing mind games with me! Pip thought to himself.

Living in Hell was like paradise for the Brit. It was like, Cartman on ecstasy while eating Cheesy Poofs. It was the first place Pip had ever really been able to call home. He was able to do what he wanted, whenever he wanted, wherever he wanted, and not worry about getting beat up. It was like being on The Whimsical, only knowing that the feeling was going to last forever. He didn't even have to worry about the demons' torture, because he had been made 'off-limits' to any person in Hell who wanted to harm him. Pip was free as a bird, and free of the fear of being alive. (Not that he was really alive, but that wasn't the point.)

However, there was one factor that got in the way of it being absolutely flawless. And that was the fact that the relationship between Damien and Pip wasn't quite cut and dry like a normal couple's relationship would be. Damien and Pip didn't kiss tenderly or go on dates. They didn't whisper sweet nothings into each other's ears. They didn't buy anniversary gifts, because they didn't really have an anniversary. In fact, Pip had the sneaking suspicion that he and Damien weren't even a couple at all.

It was obvious, not only to Damien, but to everyone around them, that Pip had an all-consuming attraction to his hellish friend. And, if you were to watch them, you would think Damien was equally as attracted to the poor British boy.

Pip didn't think it was possible, however. All the flirting, all the innuendoes, all the hair twirling… it was all to make Pip nervous. It was all to keep Pip under Damien's thumb. Damien touched Pip, and Pip melted into a little pool of hopeless sexual attraction, while Damien just laughed. Pip didn't understand how Damien could even want to touch him at all, so it was hard to comprehend something as irrevocable as Damien ever wanting to have sex with him.

Pip had actually talked to Sarah about it before. Pip didn't quite trust her, but the way that she put his and Damien's relationship into perspective was too clear to just set aside:

"Look, Pip. You're confused. You can't understand why he wants to touch you. Well, listen here. He doesn't want to touch you. He's doing it to make you edgy so that you won't tell anyone his secrets. It's a simple strategy – he makes you nervous, which leads to you fearing him, which leads to you not talking to anyone about his most deep and secretive feelings because you're afraid of him. So, you should probably get those secrets out into the open before he makes you too afraid to tell anyone… c'mon. I won't tell anyone else. It will just be for safe-keeping." Pip had then told Sarah that Damien sometimes fantasized about having sex with an octopus, so Sarah had sent Damien a demonic squid for his birthday.

Pip didn't tell her any more 'secrets' after that.

Still, though. Besides Sarah's obvious ploy to get Pip to reveal undisclosed information about his friend, the whole theory made sense. Damien probably just wanted Pip to be scared by him. It might not have had anything to do with secrets, but Pip was pretty sure that Damien could get nothing out of Pip besides a fearful servant or something. Damien wouldn't want Pip as a boyfriend. I know he CAN'T really want me… no one could REALLY want me… jeez. I really need to stop being so presumptuous. I will stop thinking people want me from now on!

He got a message from God the next day. Dear Pip. I appreciate you having low self-confidence, but stop letting Sarah tell you lies. You're smarter than that. Love, God.

Pip didn't know what to think of anything anymore. When he went to sleep that night, he woke up with Damien spooning him in an uncomfortably hot way. Pip could have dealt with it (Damien was warm and comfy, after all.) But there's a difference between warm and blistering hot. Warm was Pip waking up in a bed with his best friend holding him in a way that was comforting. Blistering hot was Pip waking up in a bed with his best friend holding him in a way that was comforting. Naked.

Ever since then, he just didn't know how to deal with the Damien situation. He opted for just letting his friend have his way with him, because it was easier than putting up a fuss. It wasn't like Pip didn't really want it. He just wished Damien wanted it the same amount as Pip did.

This was life in Hell for Pip. Being sexually tormented and confused by his best friend, Satan's son, and sleeping comfortably and peacefully with no worries about if he'd wake up in a puddle. Sometimes he woke up with Damien naked next to him, but he just tried to brush those times off. Damien must get hot in Hell too, so there was no reason to wonder if he'd taken off his clothes for a different reason.

I've got a plot sort of mapped out in my head. So I at least kind of know where I'm going.

BAHAHAHAH. My favorite line in the entire short little chapter was this: "Damien always made Pip feel like such a flamer with the way Pip's head filled with blood every time Damien was near." HAHAHAH that can be taken in so many wrong ways.

Er. Review, I guess. I have no idea when I'll next update, or what the next chapters will have. Maybe people will like it though. Whoo.