A/N: I had to do a Christmas fic with my favorite crack pairing.

Damien was in a bad mood. There didn't seem, to the passing eye, to be any reason for it. His father had recently decided to retire, passing on his title (and powers) to Damien. A whole slew of souls had showed up in Hell that morning, courtesy of Christmas and the loneliness that came with the holiday. He had given a very frightening speech to the newly assembled lot.

However, his long-time (how long had it been? three years, maybe four? long enough.) boyfriend was nowhere to be found.

He growled, and snapped the stem of his wineglass in half. The pieces fell to the floor. The stain didn't show on the thick black rug.

Damien stood, and with the heel of his boot he ground the pieces into the carpet. Maybe someone would step on it and scream in pain. It would serve him right, anyway.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. He would just go to bed. Why should he expect a Christmas present from the boy? It was, after all, a celebration of his enemy's birth. He wandered out of the throne room, noting with some disdain that a lesser demon had appeared to clean up the glass shards. He was having a bad time of it, picking them out with his fingers.

It didn't cheer him up even a little.

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Damien unlocked the door to his and his lover's chambers with a spark of magic. The antechamber was dark, but a little light leaked out from the door leading to their bedroom. He opened said door to find a painfully erotic sight.

Kyle stood in the middle of the room, wearing red satin panties trimmed with white fur and a matching hat. Red ribbon ran up his slender calves, laced in an intricate pattern which, he saw upon looking closer, formed a pattern of "D"s.

And the boy was dancing. He ground his hips slowly to some soundless rhythm, and as he danced, he sang.

"Come and trim my Christmas tree, with some decorations bought at Tiffany's..." He spun a little, and Damien was thankful that the boy's green eyes were closed, so he didn't notice the older teen standing with the door cracked open. "I really do believe in you...let's see if you believe in me." He slid down the panties by a fraction. "Satan, baby, forgot to mention one little thing: a ring, I don't mean on the phone." His hands slipped down the front of the panties. "Satan baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight...Hurry down the chimney to--" He turned around, finally, and saw Damien standing there, jaw nearly to the floor.

"Damien! I--uh--you might be wondering why you haven't seen me all day, well, er--" He flushed ruby red. "Whatever this looks like, that's not what it is--"

"Really? What if I want it to be what it looks like?" He moved forward, faster than Kyle's eyes could see, a jungle cat, and suddenly the redhead's waist was entrapped by strong arms, and thick fingers were tangled in the curling mass of his hair. "You don't want me to hurry down your chimney?"

Kyle let out a noise that was somewhere between a shriek and a giggle. "M-maybe..."

Damien growled playfully, licking his lips. "Well, I think I'll come down your chimney, then..."

"O-oh," sighed Kyle. "H...hurry."

A/N: Damien hurries down that chimney. I'm laughing too hard to write more. XD This was written in an hour? I hope you weren't expecting anything good! Hope you enjoyed reading...? I still don't know how these two got together.