A/N: Hehe… So I wrote this up after finishing all of South Park and watching all the Omen movies. A few warnings: There will be sex in this and also referenced mpreg. Lol. It's funny to me, okay? Also Pip's sister and brother-in-law is now his Aunt and Uncle. And Damien is living with his Aunt, uncle and cousin at the moment.

Their ages are:

Damien: 18

Pip:17.

So the timeline isn't the same as the movies nor the show.

Damien kissed Pip on the neck roughly, not giving Pip anytime to talk.

"Dami-" He tried, but he was stopped by Damien pressing his mouth against his. Damien fought for entrance and Pip allowed him in as their tongues pressed against each other, such as their bodies.

Damien kissed the edge of Pip's mouth before letting go to take a deep breath. "I've been waiting for this since I was a child." Pip panted completely taken aback by the sudden makeout session. At one moment they were studying in Damiens human uncle and aunt's home and the next they were on his bed going at it.

Damien was glad his cousin Mark was ignoring him. Ever since his family gained wind of him being the antichrist and such, they've been so weary of him. Don't they know they would be welcomed into his fathers kingdom? At Least now there wouldn't be as much of a chance of them walking in on them. Not that they could punish him.

Damien went to unbutton Pip's vest, but Pip stopped him. "I- I don't know…"

"Why?" Damien wanted to whine, but he fought against it. He didn't want to show any weakness, especially not for something as silly as this.

"It's just at school, they're always telling us about how things like this are bad, that two guys doing it is a sin…" Pip, as an anglican protestant, didn't want to go to hell. He was told by his aunt to always follow God's ways.

"Oh to hell with that!" Damien kissed Pip again and tried to unbutton his vest. Only succeeding in getting 4 out of the 5 before Pip pushed him away again.

"And what exactly do you mean by that?" Damien couldn't even hide his groan. He knew that Pip was a very strict protestant due to his abusive aunt literally beating it into him, but he also knew they were meant to be.

Pip mentioned to him on multiple occasions that everytime he was about to be baptized, something horrible happened. Incidents no-one can explain causing Pip to never be baptized. He felt deep inside that his father the devil stopped it. That his father had a plan for Pip.

"I think it's quite obvious that I'm not a saint." Damien wrapped his arm around Pip, as the blonde rested his head on the onyx's shoulder. Pip chuckles. He thought back to how those crazy stalkers of Damiens came up to him and tried to convince him he was the anti-christ.

"You can say that again." Damien felt his stomach drop.

"What do you mean by that?!" He immediately jumped up from the bed and stared at Pip defensively.

Pip nervously laughed. "I was only joking! No need to be all defensive." He grasped for Damiens hand, pulling him towards him. He went in for a kiss, but was surprised when he was pushed away. "What-"

"How can I believe that? After everyone around me is trying to kill me!" Pip grew worried. Kill Damien? He knew he had stalkers and yes, his dad did try to kill him. But there were more?

"Kill you? What? Damien, I would never!"

"And why wouldn't you?"

"Because I love you!" It was silent. No side knowing what to do next.

"How can I believe that? Just a few seconds ago you were pushing me away." Getting flustered, the Brit looked away, blush covering his face.

He pushed his index fingers against each other, shyly. "I don't really know what to do." Damien blankly stared at him and laughed. He pushed Pip flat on the bed and climbed on top of him.

"It's okay," He winked "I'll teach ya everything you need to know." The british boy went totally pink under him as they kissed once more.

His arms wrapped around the demon and fully welcomed the kiss as he rubbed his knee between Damiens legs earning a groan of pleasure.

They took a quick gasp of air and Damien practically drooled at how angelic Pip looked. He chuckled to himself. Turned on by the thought of his love being an angel.

But then there was a knock at the door, earning a groan from the two boys. Getting off of each other, Damien opened the door ajar.

"Mark?" Surprised by his cousin, he failed to notice two other kids standing by the door.

Mark didn't meet his eye contact, practically staring at the floor. "Pips friends are here to pick him up." He suddenly took note of the two british kids dressed as though they still lived in the victorian era.

"Can't you see we are busy?" They barely got to do anything together! They were actually about to do it.

Mark flinched from his rising anger, oh how it hurt Damien to see Mark so fearful of him. He only wished Mark didn't find out about him. "I- I know, but if he doesn't get home soon his aunt is going to be very angry at him…" That was true, Pip's aunt was always getting angry at him for the stupidest things.

"Ah- it really is best for me to start going." Pip chirped in, already fully dressed and no longer looking disheveled. "My uncle is probably wondering where I am." Pips Uncle, the only person in Pips godforsaken family with any sense.

The blonde girl, who was wearing a corset (in this decade?), stepped foot inside the room. Pushing Damien out of the way, who held in the want to kill her right then and there, she grabbed Pips bag and slung it over her shoulder. "Come along now, stupid, you wouldn't want to keep me waiting."

"Right-o, Estella." Pip followed her out and the other british kid followed suit, taking only a brief look back.

Damien closed his fist in annoyance as he watched Pip follow into the wenches old fashioned carriage. A carriage! In this time of age? They weren't even amish.

Mark placed his hand on Damiens shoulder, in an act of affection that Damien hasn't felt in months. "Do you like him, Damien?" He looked back, an offended look on his face. Though, it was true, this was the 70s. In London, anywhere really, people were getting murdered on the street for even looking gay. He didn't know Marks stance on homosexuality, but if he was homophobic then it would probably strain their relationship more and be the final straw that would convince him of being evil.

So he lied. "No. I don't like anyone in this wretched world." And he left, leaving Mark blankly staring at his retrieving figure.

A/N: The next chapter is going to be years after this event. This isn't a full fledged story. It's more of just little drabbles of their lives together throughout the years.

Anyways, kisses ;)