HEY GAISSS. MEMBER ME! Yup…this is me…bein all…alive an whatnot. Wellllllll. LET'S GET THIS SHOW BACK ON THE ROAD!
Awhile back I had a poll asking if I should make a fic about Squee visiting Pepito's family and them being engaged and whatnot. Well, I want to hear comments/suggestions in words, so if you'd like to place your input, it will be greatly appreciated. C:
Squee tensed slightly, afraid to look up. "Please don't eat me, oh scary demon peoples," he whimpered, burying his head deep into his arms. The other smirked slightly.
"Oh? And what are you gonna do for me? What can a little boy do to persuade a scary ol' monster like me into not eating you, hm?" The man smirked pleasantly, leaning against a wall. He really didn't like making Squee so frightened, but he couldn't help himself at times.
"I'll do anything!" Squee cried, finally breaking down after keeping his strong façade up for so long. The other's eyes widened slightly and he crouched down, pressing a kiss to the top of Squee's head.
Squee blinked before looking up, wiping tears from his eyes. "P-Pepito?" he sniffed.
"At your service," Pepito bowed, pulling Squee up with ease. "Come on, boy. You don't belong out here. It's…dirty…" He picked the child up and kissed his lips lightly. "You can sleep until we get to my house."
Squee was sleeping comfortably as Pepito laid him in his plush bed. He gently tucked him under a velvet, blood red blanket.
"Pepito?" Squee yawned, reaching out to grab Pepito's sickly pale hand. Pepito looked at him questioningly.
"What do you need, Squee?" Pepito asked softly, sitting on the edge of the bed. He pulled Squee into his arms, stroking his ebony hair with a careful tenderness.
"Uhm…I really wanna go home," Squee whispered, leaning back against Pepito's broad chest. The statement earned a frown and a pinch of the cheeks. "Oww!" Squee squeed.
"Why don't you wanna stay here with me?" Pepito asked softly. "You know…my real house, this house, is different from my other house. It's bigger. It's the kingdom…please Squee. I have to stay here and learn my duties. Stay with me. Please?" The Antichrist held Squee so close Squee felt his breath begin to squeeze out of his throat. Pepito seemed to sense the distress, because he loosened his grip.
Squee could feel Pepito's claws grazing against his skinny arm, causing him to shiver gently. He wasn't exactly sure if that was how Demons showed love, or if Pepito was subtly threatening him. He figured it wasn't the latter.
Pepito smiled sadly at Squee, laying the boy back. "Maybe you should sleep for awhile? You're probably overwhelmed from…dying, and all. We can discuss this later."
Squee nodded, "Thank you, Pito."
Pepito grinned and kissed Squee's cheek. "I love you," he whispered as the boy drifted off into dreamland. He stood and went in search of his father.
"What's the meaning of this Pepito, I told you not to bother me when I'm trying to make a move on your mother," Satan groaned, watching his Christian wife whom was busy cleaning under the couch. (As suggested by her oh so loving husband.)
"I'm sorry father, but I was just wondering if I can have some-" Pepito inhaled deeply through his nose, before exhaling his last word. "Advice…"
"What is troubling you, son?" Satan asked, turning to Pepito with inhuman speed. He kept an eye on his wife as she cleaned deeper under the couch, wiggling her bottom enticingly.
"Father. Squee…Todd is-"
"He's finally decided to join my soulless army!" Satan asked excitedly, a wide, sardonic smile spreading across his bony face.
"No…no, father! Will you please leave that subject alone for…ever? Just listen to me. I'm afraid that Todd has fallen for the homicidal man. Fallen for him…romantically," Pepito murmured, the slightest bit of bitterness seeping its way into his voice.
"I fail to see a problem, my son." Satan's eyes slid to his wife once more, watching her like an eagle watching it's prey.
"Father Todd is my boyfriend! I wish to marry him and have several baby demon feet scattering along the floor as we watch the many souls burning in Hell!" Pepito whined.
Satan flicked him in the nose, "You are the Prince of Darkness, do not whine. And I'm afraid I can't help you there, son. You are getting to the age where you must start figuring these things out on your own."
Pepito nodded solemnly. "I understand father." Dejected, the Antichrist trudged off. He already knew what he had to do, but he had hoped that his father would tell him otherwise.
Squee sat up in bed, sweating bullets. He threw the large down comforter off of his body, trembling as the sudden gust that was created washed over his skin, only to be replaced with immense heat. He laid back down. "Pito?" There was no reply. "Pito? Pepito?" he called. After a few futile minutes passed by, Squee stood and started to strip his clothes.
He walked to the middle of Pepito's room, standing awkwardly in his underpants. That day he hadn't worn boxer shorts because it was nearly impossible with his tight skinny jeans constricting his creamy legs. He trotted over to Pepito's closet and grabbed a rather large jersey, throwing it over his head. It was blood red with some blacks designs. The logo was a devil promoting a team for a sport Squee was not familiar with. He rubbed his forehead; sweat immediately assaulted his hand.
He didn't know how anyone could stand to be in that horrible, horrible heat, but somehow they managed. Squee wondered if he should put pants or shorts on, but decided against either, deeming it too hot.
The raven-haired boy slowly felt himself leaving Pepito's room, looking down either side hallway. They stretched on for MILES! He clutched the doorjamb and trembled with fear. What if someone caught him and mistook him for a burglar? What is he got eaten by a monster!
Squee laughed at himself. He stopped believing in monsters long ago. But then again…he was in Hell. He began to tiptoe to the left, feeling beads of sweat travel down his neck and back.
"Heyyy." Squee heard, two long and drawn out voices speaking simultaneously. He blinked and looked to the left as Pepito stepped up beside him, bent over with his hands behind his back. His movements were fluid and gave Squee a horrible sense of vertigo.
"How are you today?" Squee looked to his right, jumping as he saw Pepito slide up in the very same motion on the opposite side from before. Suddenly, Left Pepito and Right Pepito were standing beside each other, smirking down at the ravenette. One distinct difference was their swishing tails, flickering and intertwining with one another. They were long, thin, and black and had a small arrow shaped tip.
Squee had a strong sense of nausea. The type of nausea you get when you realize you're in a dream. "Pepito…?" he murmured.
The two Pepitos looked at each other and their sly smirks widened. "Yesss, we want to play with you…" They looked at one another again, as if they could speak telepathically. Finally coming to a conclusion, on whatever was on their minds, they looked back at Squee. "We'd love to play with you…Squee."
They both seemed a bit hesitant, but their charm smoothed it over. They closed in on Squee, sandwiching them between their bodies. "Ahh…Pepito, you're too hot. Stop it," Squee whined uncharacteristically.
The two once again looked at each other. "Really?" Pepito One asked. "Do you feel like you're going to melt Squee?"
Pepito Two groped Squee's thighs, making him jump in surprise. "I-I said stop doing perverted things in public!" he squeaked.
The two Pepitos looked at each other again, smirks nearly curling with how wide they were.
"Chertoff! Demonio! Stop it!"
Squee's jaw hung open when he saw Pepito striding down the hall.
"Fuh. You're no fun." Pepito one said, backing away from Squee with his hands up.
"Yeah, Pepito. Borinnngg. You need to learn how to share," Pepito two said, doing the same as his brother.
"Yeahhh…you're….ing…bleghh…"
Squee tilted his head, wondering why his head was spinning and their voices were so broken up and distorted. He continued to watch, feeling as if he were in a dream.
"Pepito…share…but…kid…"
Before Squee could realize he was slowly tipping over, his head hit the marble floor and he was out like a light.
"-Quee…Squee…Todd."
The tender feel of his lover's rough hands gently trying to shake him awake slowly roused Squee into consciousness.
"Are you alright, baby?" Pepito asked softly.
Squee nodded, holding his head as it panged with a dull pain. Pepito immediately felt Squee's distress, and placed an icepack on his injured head.
"What happened?" Squee groaned.
Pepito sighed. "My cousins must have shocked you. You passed out," he explained, stroking the boy's cheek before slowly pulling his face forward and placing a gentle kiss on Squee's lips.
Squee smiled weakly, pulling away after a second. "Cousins?"
"Yeah," Pepito murmured boredly. "People mistook us for triplets when we were younger, but if you get to know them more, you'll start to see the differences. They're identical twins, so they're not much different, but their eyes are a little closer together. Chertoff's ears are a quarter of an inch higher than mine, and Demonio's ears are a quarter of an inch lower than mine. There's a bunch of other differences too, but…" the Antichrist paused. "Hey…are you listening to me, Squee?"
Squee was looking out the window, his mind suddenly shifting to Johnny. He must have been so crushed and upset. Or maybe he wasn't? That man was honestly a puzzle. All Squee knew was that he missed him, and wanted to go back, but how could he do so and spare Pepito's feelings at the same time? Squee groaned and put his face in his hands, thinking proving to be too hard on his head injury.
"Squee," Pepito said again.
Squee remained silent still, too deep in thought to listen to Pepito.
"Todd!" Pepito snapped.
Squee jumped to attention, staring at Pepito with wide, doe eyes. His body went rigid, and his breath could be heard through the silence.
Pepito flinched slightly at his own sudden anger. "…Sorry Squee. I'm just afraid you might have a concussion. Who's the current president of the United States?" he asked.
"Mr. President Man," Squee answered.
"Hm…now a hard one. Who's my worst enemy and rival?" Pepito inquired.
"Uhh…" Squee was silent for a moment, his thought process suddenly halting before it started up again seconds later. "Johnny…I think."
Pepito watched him, unsure. "I…I don't know what to think of that. You paused for a long time. Uh…in Star Wars, who is Luke Skywalker's real father?" he asked, grinning slightly.
"That's easy. Darth Vader," Squee laughed softly.
Pepito's smile faded a bit. "You're still thinking about him," he pouted, crossing his arms.
Squee tilted his head. "Thinking about…who? Johnny?" he asked.
"I can read your mind, remember?" Pepito asked, tapping his temple. He sighed and leaned forward. "Why do you love him, Squee? He hurt…I mean…he KILLED you! That's as low as they can get. Squee, please! I can give you everything…I can give you anything you want! Money! Love! Power! I want you to be happy, but I can't see you being happy with that man! Squee…please…" the Antichrist whispered, pain and desperation obvious in his voice.
Squee felt bad. He'd never heard Pepito's voice crack from holding back a flood of tears. He'd never seen his eyes water up. He'd never felt the shaking of Pepito's hands or smelt the fear radiating off of him. Squee looked down, closing his eyes in shame. "P-Pito…I'm sorry. You know I want you to be happy too. And you know that I love you, but…" the ravenette couldn't bring himself to continue.
"Squee." Pepito looked up, pulling Squee into another sweet kiss. He got on his knees, staring at Squee for a moment. "Squee…" he said again.
Squee watched him curiously, wondering why Pepito was acting so awkward.
"Marry me, Squee."
WHAT'S THIS! MARRIAGE! WHAT! WHAT! Okay, so as I said in the past, I was planning on ending it in this chapter, but that was a few months ago, and now I've changed my mind! I'm going to continue with this story, and just merge the whole Pepito and Squee getting married idea with this story. Don't worry! Johnny will resurface eventually.