Gah! I'm so sorry about how late this is… it's been months since the last update, hasn't it? I'm going to try to prevent this sort of problem in the future, by planning my plots out a bit better before I start writing… sorry. I hope this ending is worth the wait… and yes, this is the ending… there's no more. D: How sad.

Final Installment
"Forever"

He lay on his back, ignoring the itch of Stan's carpet poking the bare skin of his torso, and stared at the ceiling, thinking about all that had happened.

"So… what now?"

The brunette stared at his partner's chest and bit his lip before answering. "Well… our shirts are already off…"

Kyle laughed. "All this talk about killing is getting you so hot, right?"

Stan blushed, just a little. "No… I didn't mean…"

The redhead sat up and brushed his lover's crotch, still laughing. The cloth of his pants felt smooth and comforting, as if it were erasing all the cinnamon and fear and thoughts of Damien. "No, it's okay. Your parents aren't coming home for awhile, right?"

Stan's answer was to dive on top of the other boy, pin his arms down, and grin wildly.

"Jews are really ticklish, right?"

They stood outside of Stan's house, staring at the single lit window on the top right where two shadowed figures tackled each other playfully.

"…Those two are aware that the curtain is open, aren't they?"

The antichrist sighed. "No, probably not."

"Well, how do you plan to get in there, Damien?"

"Oh, you're coming with me, Pip. We're going to blow that door down. It's very simple."

The blonde held his chin in thought. "I do believe it would be more efficient to simply pick the lock. That way we'll make less of a racket and thus have more success in sneaking up on them."

"…Right. I knew that."

"But I still say this is a terrible idea..."

He paused in the middle of tickling the redhead's chest. The other reached up to take advantage of the pause, but Stan stopped him. "Shh! Wait! Do you hear that?"

Kyle froze and listened. The sound was muffled through his ear flaps, but he could still distinctly hear the steady clunk of footsteps through the house. "…Yeah, I do. Who is that?"

"I think there are two of them." He climbed off of his partner, and carefully made his way to the door. Kyle followed his lead and stood up, stepping a few awkward steps forward.

"Shit! They're getting closer." His hand stopped at the door. "Do you think it's my parents?"

Kyle shook his head. "If your parents had come home, we would have heard the car pull up for sure."

Just as the brunette was about to open his mouth again, the doorknob turned, slowly but surely. He stepped back in surprise, his heart pounding and his breath constricted, as the door flung open and slammed into the opposite wall.

Kyle felt like he was going to have a heart attack when he saw Damien, followed closely by a nervous Pip, standing in the doorway.

"Hello, my love," the antichrist said with a grin. Then, nodding to the British boy, "Grab the… jock." The blonde reluctantly obeyed and wrapped his arms tightly around the brunette, trying to hold him back. The two struggled with each other as Kyle and Damien continued to talk.

The antichrist took a few steps forward. "You're coming to Hell with me, Kyle." The redhead and his lover both gasped. Pip just glanced at Damien worriedly.

"Jews don't… believe in Hell…!" Kyle managed to gasp out, his fists clenched. Before he could blink, the son of Satan was behind him, his claws raised to the Jew's neck, stroking the flesh playfully. He snickered, and time seemed to slow down as he whispered in his love's ear.

"We're going to be together forever."

Time snapped back into place as Stan broke free from the frail boy's grasp and tackled his lover's assailant, sending them both to the floor. Kyle's body jerked to the right, but he didn't have much say in the matter, as his system was shutting down. Damien had dug his nails into the redhead's neck before Stan tackled him, and as he fell, his long nails slit his love's throat.

He grinned up at the mortal boy pinning him, whose eyes were glowing with rage. Stan wrapped his hands tightly around the antichrist's throat and began violently strangling him, his brown eyes filling with tears that he made no effort to stop. "You… motherfucking assfuck! You fucking killed Kyle, you fucking cocksucker!"

Damien kicked the other boy off of him, sending him flying across the room where he landed on his rear. The antichrist stood up and brushed himself off. He stared down at the other boy to see his body quaking, his eyes pulsating with hatred, his muscles tense, every inch of his skin crawling with rage. Damien leaned down closer to the mortal and breathed in the delicious suffering he caused to the target of his jealousy and hissed just two words through his smirk.

"I win."

His victory was interrupted by a swift punch to his jaw. Stan stood again, shaking with anger, hot tears spilling onto his carpet. He gripped Damien's jaw violently, and angrily spat in his eye. "You think this is fucking funny! You fucking killed my god damn boyfriend, you ass-spelunking, pig-fucking, cowshit-eating, son of a whore! You suck – you suck your father's big red balls, dude!"

"Why so put off, Stanley?" the demon child whispered harshly, blinking out the spit in his eye, "We're all murderers here…"

"Shut the fuck up!" Stan screamed. "I'm not a murderer! I'm not, I'm not, I'm not! I regret doing that, and I always have!"

"That doesn't change the fact that it happened."

"…" Stan's eye twitched, and then he broke out in another fit of hysterics. "You're grinning about killing him! We're different! Different!"

"But we both want the same thing."

The mortal boy gave another twitch and furiously punched his enemy again. "Don't you dare compare my love for Kyle with your… your evil!"

Damien's eyes twinkled. "We both killed, and we both killed for the same reason..."

"I didn't kill someone I claimed to be in love with!" Stan spat. "If you really cared about Kyle at all you wouldn't have done this to him!"

Pip stared at Damien worriedly, biting his lip.

The antichrist's eyes flashed dangerously. "I do care about Kyle!" he growled defiantly. "He's the only person I've ever cared about…"

The British boy's expression fell, his eyes watering a bit. He sniffed sadly, which caught the attention of Damien's sensitive ears.

"Huh?" He turned to see the blonde wiping at his eye. "…What's with Pip?"

Stan turned to see as well, but brushed it off, feeling his anger was more important. "Oh, he's crying. It's probably nothing. Pip's a pussy."

"…Yeah," the antichrist agreed. The two were about to go back to glaring and yelling at each other, when Pip spoke up.

"Y-You lied."

"Huh?" Stan asked, but Damien's eyes widened.

"You s-said you cared about me," Pip continued, a few tears trickling down his cheek.

"Oh, uh, yeah," the antichrist muttered.

"He doesn't care about anyone, Pip," Stan growled. "Nobody but himself. He's the son of the fucking Devil."

"But… I care about him," Pip sniffed. "…More than anything else in the world."

The other two just stared at him for a few seconds, and then, he ran over to the demon boy and threw his arms around him.

"I… l-love him…." he sobbed.

"Maybe you should have told him that before he killed Kyle!" Stan screamed.

"Maybe I should have," Pip agreed. He was starting to calm down a bit. "I'm sorry I was too shy to stop him before… I'm really, truly sorry… Oh dear, this is all my fault…" He let out another huge sob.

"Pip, I…" Damien stuttered. "Get off of me."

The Brit reluctantly climbed off of the antichrist and turned to face Stan. "I thoroughly apologize… if there's anything I can do to make it up to you, I…"

"NO!" Stan roared. "There's nothing! Kyle's in Hell. Nothing can make up for that."

Pip nodded to Damien. "…Can I go in place in of Kyle?" he asked quietly. Stan's jaw dropped. "…I've wanted to live with you for a very long time. And I have nothing else to live for, do I? Everyone on Earth hates me…"

The antichrist glared at him for a few seconds, then sighed. "God damn it. I don't want to, but I have to honor such requests. Fucking rules…"

Both Pip's and Stan's eyes lit up.

"Oh my God… thank you, Pip! I never imagined you would be brave enough to do something like this."

"No no, it's my pleasure," the Brit replied, smiling at Damien.

"Come on," the antichrist muttered, grabbing a delighted Pip's arm and disappearing to Hell in a burst of flames, his voice echoed around the room. "We've got a lot of paperwork to get done."

The one boy left in the room stared harshly down at the scorch mark left on his carpet and folded his arms.

"I still don't forgive you," he huffed.

End