Boyue's Note: Okay, this chapter jumps right into the future where Damien and Pip are together. I was going to go through the episodes to fill them in but I decided that process warranted its own story! In the future, I'm going to basically tell South Park episodes from Damien and Pip's point of view – it's going to be so exciting… unless someone has done it already.. then bleh. Anyways, enjoy the Damien and Pip love. Thanks for reading, reviewing, and fav-ing. =)
Damien's Point of View. xDD
MATERNAL HEART
"Ready, Set, Go"
"Damien, Damien," Pip coos, hopping over to the couch where Damien resides.
The anti-Christ keeps his eyes glued to the small PSP screen. He is working on level 59 of Heaven vs. Hell 5 and will literally kill anyone who tries to pry him away from his obsession. But since the distraction comes from his lover, however annoying the British mate can be at times, Damien resists the urge to make firecrackers out of him. It does not mean that he is happy at how Pip loops his arms around his waist and puts his head on his shoulder. He most certainly doesn't appreciate Pip nuzzling against his neck. It is ticklish and being tickled diverts his attention from the game.
"Didn't you play this game before?" Pip asks, peeping at the screen. He puts his chin on Damien's shoulder and breathes on his neck.
"No, that was HvH 4. This is 5. It's different, Pip," Damien growls. He leans away from the blonde, turning his body sideway. He explains, "There is plasma gun in this one and I am in it."
"Are you now?"
"It's not me-me… but they got this anti-Christ character and he is pretty sick. He has claws and a whip."
"Oh, jolly! That sounds awfully like you alright," Pip teases. He playfully pokes Damien's cheek with a boyish smile.
"Fuck off," Damien growls, jerking his head to the side. He threatens, "If I die, I'm shoving a fucking umbrella up your ass."
"Oh my!" Pip gasps, throwing a hand over his pouty mouth. Though he is aware of the consequences, he puts his chin back on Damien's board shoulder and yawns. "I am sleepy…"
Damien jerks violently to the right, which causes Pip to slip and lands on his thigh. He grits his teeth and shouts angrily, "Ah, shit! Shit!"
"Oh no, are you losing?" Pip asks as he leans over to see the game.
Damien clutches the gaming device tight. His eyes start to glow in red as he desperately tries to slaughter the hordes of demons coming his way. It is probably treacherous to play on Heaven's side but the angels have better-looking armors and the more powerful plasma guns. Why do angels need guns to fight against demon? Damien doesn't have a clue. He shakes the PSP violently when his angel is tackled down and buttraped by a gang of demons. He shouts loudly, "No! Shit! Shit! Fuck, I died! I was so fucking close! Fuck!"
Pip dodges out of the way to avoid getting by the PSP flying across the living room of the one-bedroom apartment. The PSP slams into the wall, leaving a small scratch, before it lands on the carpet with a muffled thud. Damien huffs like a mad man. He rubs his hand over his face and glares at Pip, silently blaming the blonde for ruining his game. Pip responds by smiling sweetly and giving Damien a tight squeeze around the waist.
"What is it? What do you want?" Damien growls impatiently.
"You know, Damien, tomorrow is our fifth anniversary! I thought we should do something special to celebrate."
Has it been five years only? Damien feels like he has spent a century with Pip constantly bugging him. Pip has worse abandonment issue than his father – and Satan is infamous for his fear of abandonment (it's the damned reason he is still with Saddam)! Pip's problem, Damien knows, stemmed from being orphaned at a young age, but dammit, does he have to be so clingy? Sometimes when Pip puts his arms around him, Damien feels like he is being leashed. Still, he loves the lanky blonde more than anyone or anything in the world. Every couple has its problems; Damien and Pip manage to coexist quite happily... even if Damien wants to choke the life out of Pip every once in a while.
"What you have in mind?" Damien asks, putting his arm around Pip's small frame.
"I was planning to cook your favorite food for you." Chicken liver and beans with rice. "And after dinner, we can share a nice, warm bath together and afterward…" Pip giggles, stroking Damien's chin coyly, "we can be intimate later into the evening."
"Sure… That sounds good…" Even if it's a little boring and typical of Pip.
"And since it is our anniversary and our fifth one at that, I have a special present to give you," Pip says with a mischievous grin. Damien grins back; he likes it a lot when Pip gets naughty. "And perhaps, you have a special present for me as well?"
Well… No. Damien is more of a taker than a giver. For the past four years, Pip is the one who prepared thoughtful gifts while Damien threw together whatever he could find last minute. Last year, Pip gave him a necklace with a charm that says, "D & P". Damien gave him in return a DVD documentary about the mating habits of dragonflies. Pip pretended to like it but Damien knew he screwed up bad; the DVD is probably sitting somewhere in a dark corner. It's not his fault he can't remember dates. Speaking of dates… when is Pip's birthday again? Damien is pretty sure it's somewhere in July or December; it has to be one of those months. Or maybe it's February…
"What are you getting me?" Damien asks, trying to feel out what he should get in return.
"Oh, no, no," Pip giggles, "if I tell you, it won't be a surprise, silly goose!"
"Okay," Damien sighs. He scratches the back of his neck and sighs again. He should just come out with it. "What do you want me to get you?"
"If I tell you, it won't be a surprise to me!" Pip frowns, pouting his soft lips. He returns to a normal expression and says quietly, "Though there is one thing I dearly want…"
"No, Pip. Not that again," the anti-Christ grumbles under his breath.
"But Damien, that is what I want the most," Pip whines, tugging at Damien's sleeve. "I have wanted to have your child since I was eight!"
"And I keep telling you 'no'. We are not having a baby, and that's it."
"I don't understand why not. We will be such good parents. Oh, I just know it, Damien."
Damien rolls his eyes. He pulls his arm away from Pip's shoulder and presses his elbows into his knees. Pip pouts like a spoiled brat, crossing his arms over his chest and huffing in faux anger. Damien pinches the bridge of his nose and shakes his head in frustration. What can he say to get Pip to understand? They have been through it plenty of times but Pip is still obsessed with getting pregnant.
"Dammit, Pip… We've gone over this," Damien says through gritted teeth, "we can't have a baby. You are a dude!"
"I know there is something you can do about that. Some sort of demonic ritual that you can perform to impregnate me. I read about them in the books."
Damien suppresses the urge to ask 'what books?'. He scoots over to Pip and puts both hands on the Brit's shoulders. As softly as he can, he says, "If you really want a baby that bad, we can pick one up from China. They got tons of babies. If no one adopts them, the Chinese people cook and eat their brains." That's actually not true, but it helps with the empathy score.
"You just don't understand, Damien! I want our baby. I want a baby made from my and your seeds," Pip grouches, deepening his pout. "I don't care for some Chinese babies."
"God really fucked up on you, didn't he?" Damien mumbles. He sighs and pulls Pip into his arms. He runs his long fingers through Pip's silky hair and says, "Let's be logical for a moment here. A baby is a lot of work. We are both in school. Only I have a job. We have rents and bills to pay. We just can't afford to raise a baby. Besides, we aren't married. I don't want my kid to be a bastard."
Damien regrets what he said as soon as the words came out of his mouth. Pip's eyes lights up and a happy smile knocks his pout away. Damien smiles back weakly, mentally screaming at himself for giving Pip false hope.
"You… want to get married some day?" Pip asks hopefully. He smiles excitedly. "Oh, Damien! Oh! That makes me so happy!"
"H-hang on a second. We can't get married," Damien says, "they got laws against that."
"We can in Massachusetts and Canada! Alaska passed the law recently as well. They had to find a way to get people to go there, you know, ever since what Sarah Palin did to those poor, poor wolves."
Damien snickers knowing that she is in a much colder place than Alaska right now. He puts back on a serious face and looks down at Pip. Great, now Pip thinks they are getting married and having a baby.
"I'm sorry, Pip. I can't have a baby with you." There is still a hint of hope in Pip's eyes and Damien knows he has to crush it. He adds, "Ever."
Pip makes a face that Damien can't tell if he is angry or sad. The blonde bolts up from the couch and stomps his way to the bedroom. The door slams hard, shaking the walls of the apartment. The walls aren't that thick and Damien can hear Pip's sobbing. He wonders if he can ask God to switch Pip's gender but God will probably just give him a grand lecture about how things are the way they are for a reason and that he shouldn't question them but learns to accept them instead. Ugh, what an annoying hippo-thingy God is!
Damien gets off the couch. He should go comfort his lover but he is so horrible at comforting people. He walks over to the PSP on the floor and checks to see if it's broken. The screen is cracked but it still works. He pockets the system into the back pocket of his dark jeans. There is only one place he Damien likes to go when he is upset about something. He grabs his keys from the kitchen counter and leaves the apartment with a leather jacket. He tucks his hands into the pockets and walks his way to the other side of the train track, which isn't very far from the apartments.
South Park is still a frozen landscape. Damien stares at the dark snow and makes sure not to step in any dog poo or yellow stains. He has been coming and leaving the town for the past nine years at irregular intervals. Whenever his father doesn't need him in Hell, he spends his days on Earth, trying to have a normal childhood. He has become quite accustomed to living as a human. After all, it's the sole reason why he bothers to take the keys and a jacket with him; it's not like he needs them to function properly.
Damien walks around Kenny McCormick's house and heads into the backyard. Kenny has moved out of his parents' house when he was fifteen and moved into the trailer in the yard. It's still on the same property but his parents can care less if he lives or die in the trailer. Since Kenny actually lives in a trailer, Cartman has been relentlessly in calling him 'trailer trash'. Damien likes to think otherwise. Besides Pip, Kenny is probably the only person in South Park that he can remotely tolerate. Kenny is a lot wiser than his appearance leads to believe.
"Kenny, it's me," Damien calls as he knocks on the trailer door.
He hears ruffling inside the metal vehicle. Kenny opens the door with his hood down and his hair a mess as usual. Asides from his parka, Kenny is only wearing his boxers with a hole on the left trunk. "Hey, dude," Kenny greets cheerfully. "Nice of you to visit. Wanna come in?"
Kenny moves out of the way and lets Damien into the trailer. Contrary to popular belief, Kenny keeps his mobile home relatively clean. There are no empty pizza boxes or soda cans all over the place. In the cramped space, Kenny has managed to make a cozy place to live. Damien settles down at the small dinner table. The plastic on the seat farts when it makes contact with Damien's bum. Kenny grabs the only other chair in the trailer and sits in it backward. He tosses a warm can of beer at Damien and pops open one for himself. Damien used to drink a lot but Pip has banned him from drinking. It doesn't mean that Damien has quitted drinking though even if he is technically underage. But everything goes in South Park.
"What's up?" Kenny asks after he takes a sip of the cheap water-down beer. "Trouble in paradise?"
"Pip is talking about the baby again," Damien groans. He nurses his beer and winces in disgust. Next time, he is coming with the good stuff. "He can't let it go."
"Ouch. What'd you say?"
"The same thing I tell him every time."
"I feel you, dude," Kenny says with a loud burp. "But this obviously means a lot to Pip."
Damien looks up from the cheap table with a frown. He must have misheard the dirty blonde. Kenny gazes at him with a thoughtful look, shaking his can of beer around. Damien looks away with an amused chuckle. He laughs jolylessly, "I can't believe you right now…"
"You love him."
"Doesn't mean I want a fucking kid with him."
"You're scared," Kenny scoffs. "You don't think you will be a good dad 'cause you're the anti-Christ and shit."
Damien hates how good Kenny is at reading mind. So sure, he is a little scared about being a dad. He was born and raised under very horrid circumstances. His demon nannies weren't very nice creature. Plus, he has one hell of an anger problem. He also hates kids without end. He hated being a kid! How is he supposed to have a child of his own? He can't forgive himself if he hurts his baby and Damien can actually see himself hurting the child. He lacks self-control and a baby will challenge his every nerve.
"But you got Pip with you," Kenny continues, "and if there is one thing I know about Pip is that he is going to be an awesome mom. Remember that field trip we went to in sixth grade and we all got food poisoning at the park, who was the one that single-handedly took care of all twenty of us?"
"Pip," Damien answers.
"He wiped Cartman's ass with a smile on his face."
"Ugh, don't remind me of that," Damien groans, trying to block out the bad memory.
"I'm just saying Pip's got it handled, dude." Kenny takes a long gulp of the beer and crushes the can. He tosses it in the open trashcan. He turns to Damien and says, "Look, he wants a baby with you because you are the world to him. And I think you should suck it up and for once, give him what he wants."
"We're talking about a baby, Kenny, not a car."
"Don't even bother. I can see right through you. I know you wanna do it. Pip's the world to you too."
Damien chugs his beer and crushes the can. He throws at a random direction and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. Kenny smiles in that profound way that he rarely shows. He gets up and walks up to the fridge, scratching his butt as he does. He takes out a Tupperware of cold spaghetti and brings it back to the table with a fork.
"Now, I'm going to eat my dinner," Kenny says, taking off the top, "and you should run home and knock Pip up already."
"I don't know if I can," Damien says quietly, lowering his eyes. "What if… I fuck up and screw up his life?"
"He will still be your son and as long as you love him, that's all that matters."
Kenny drills his fork into the cold spaghetti and eats it noisily. Damien stays seated, thinking over what Kenny said. He would give Pip the world if he asks for it. Why couldn't he just ask for the world instead of a baby? Damien leans back against the chair and watches Kenny noisily eat his cold meal.
"I'll take you to dinner sometime," Damien offers. "Get you real food."
"I'll be there and I'm going to order the most expensive food off the menu," Kenny says with a mouth full of tomato sauce.
"Hurry up and eat. I want to play co-op on HvH."
"Cartman got my PSP," Kenny says, rolling his blue eyes. Damien notices that Kenny's eyes are a shade lighter than Pip's.
"What the fuck? How did that happen?"
"The fatass stole it from me."
"Well, let's go steal it back."
Kenny laughs, nodding his head in agreement. He shoves the rest of the spaghetti into his mouth and dumps the Tupperware into the sink. He wipes his mouth with an old piece of paper towel.
"What are you still doing here, dude?" Kenny asks, putting a hand on Damien's shoulder. "Go home to Pip."
Damien gets up from the table and walks out of the trailer. He tucks his hands in jacket and heads back to the apartment. It is a starless and moonless night – the worst kind of night. When he reaches home, he lingers by the door and can't get himself to go inside. Pip used a lot of time to convince Damien to move in together since they both used to live alone. It would cheaper to share a place, Pip said. They were just friends when they first moved in. Now, they are lovers and Damien can't imagine life without Pip skipping around the living room in his blue shorts. In the split of a moment, he sees a little boy running around the apartment in diapers and Pip chasing after him. Damien looks up at the sky and groans.
"If that's your way of giving me a sign, you are a fucking prick," he says to God.
With a deep breath, he puts the key into the hole and opens the door. The living room and the kitchen lights are still on. Pip probably hasn't left the bedroom since the argument. Damien kicks off his shoes and delays time by putting them into the shoe cabinet. Usually, he leaves them lying around until Pip picks them up. He tosses the keys on the table and turns off the lights. He makes his way to the bedroom and stays outside the door. A dim light filters through the gap, which means Pip is still awake. Damien pulls down on the handle and walks inside.
Pip looks up from the bed. His eyes are red from crying. Crumbled balls of tissue litter the bed and the floor. He presses his lips close and pulls the cover higher. Damien closes the door behind him and strolls over to Pip's side. Pip sniffles and throws the tissue in his hand on the nightstand.
"What is it?" Pip says hoarsely.
"You still want a baby?" Damien asks.
"Y… Yes…"
"Alright," Damien sighs. He closes his eyes for a moment, contemplating if it's the right thing to do. He opens them and when he meets Pip's ocean blue ones, he knows in his heart it's the right thing. "Alright, Pip… Let's make a baby."
Pip stares at him dumbfound for a few seconds. His mouth gapes and he blinks a few times before he bolts up and throws himself at Damien. He wraps his arms tight around Damien's neck and lets out a cry of surprise.
"I love you so much, Damien. I love you. I love you. I love you!"
"Yeah… Love you too…"
Pip pulls away and cups Damien's face. He smiles widely and presses their lips together. Damien likes how Pip's lips always taste like watermelon. It makes kissing Pip more enjoyable. He puts a hand on Pip's lower back and the other on the back of the head. He deepens the kiss and pries open Pip's little mouth. His pierced tongue slips in and gets comfortable. Pip sucks on the metal stud and grins as he pulls away.
"We are going to make a baby," Pip coos.
Damien only nods and helps Pip into bed.
TO BE CONTINUED…
Boyue's Note: Chinese people don't eat baby brains… anymore. O.o;; JUST KIDDING! xDD
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2.06.09
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