Reunited
He released a shaky breath that turn into visible mist in the cold air around him. 'What was going on?' He couldn't believe his eyes! He never expected to see him again, though he never thought he would be in the small hell hole of a town that was called South Park. Dark red eyes, looked at him in a blank manner. A crooked smile appeared on the ever so ghostly white face. Peering down at the blond Brit, he spoke with a normal deeper voice than his past younger voice "Well, well, What do I see? I see an old childhood British companion of mine."
The black haired teenager, stuck out his hand down to the petite boy on the sidewalk. "Looks like you haven't changed a bit." The British boy questioned to himself whether to trust the hand placed in front of his face, but seeing the ever growing inpatients from the taller teenager in front of him, he took it despite his suspicions. He swiftly was pulled up onto his feet, with such speed it shocked him.
After shaking off his initial shock he let go of the helping hand, he politely smiled a 'thank you' before actually speaking to this long and forgotten friend. "You don't seem like you've changed much either besides of your voice of course."
Damien smirked "Well, of course it changed! I'm the son of Satan! I can't strike fear into others with that voice!"
Pip chuckled "Well, if I remember correctly, I think you did a pretty decent job when we were in elementary."
"Same old Pip, still getting treated like a piece of rotting shit?" He asked putting a friendly arm around Pip's shoulder and turned him around walking beside of him down the sidewalk.
"Uh... Well, at least nobody spits on me anymore...." Pip nervously smiled, trying to stay positive.
Damien sighed and softly grin "Yep same old Pip."
Pip smiled back, then his expression changed to confusion as a sly smirk grew on the Anti-Christ's pale lips revealing his pointed teeth. Pip yelped in surprise with his face tinted red as he felt the hand that was hanging loosely over his right shoulder had fell down and now had a firm grab on his bottom. Before Pip could recollect what was going on he was pushed against a dead tree, looking into the mischievous eyes in complete and utter shock.
As quickly as he figured out what he was pressed against and who pressed him against it, he felt a soft cold touch on his cheek and chapped lips pressed to his own. Pip felt Damien's tongue slither between his lips, burning every soft flesh in his mouth. No matter how much it hurt, Pip couldn't help but play battle of the tongues with the Son of Satan. He shivered with both pain and pleasure as Damien explored deeper, pressing him closer to the dead tree.
Damien pulled, saliva dripping from both of their lips. He devilishly grinned widely, he answered Pip's expression and on going questions "And I wouldn't have you any other way."
Been a while huh? Sorry... *nervously laughing*