Damien was Pip's best friend in the whole world. Damien was Pip's only friend in the whole world.
It didn't matter that Damien had betrayed him when they were kids; Pip had never been angry at him for it. Not even for a second. Most people would have been furious, would have been hurt, by the betrayal, but not Pip.
Pip wasn't like most people.
Damien had realized it the very first time he had met the outcast, but he didn't realize how truly different the boy was compared to the other town members of South Park until he made his second—and longer—visit to Earth in the sixth grade.
When Damien saw the blond for the first time after his return, he had expected anger or fear, not the joy he had seen clearly written on Pip's face when he saw that his childhood friend had returned. He had expected Pip to run screaming in the opposite direction, not towards the teenage Damien, and he definitely hadn't expected Pip to wrap his long arms around his waist and hug. Pip's grip had been tight, tighter than someone as small as him should be able to hug, and Damien had been too momentarily shocked that someone was fucking hugging him to do anything. Really, who did this mortal think he was? Pip Pirrup, of course—and Pip Pirrup was not shy when it came to trying to make friends with someone.
And Pip Pirrup was determined to become his friend once again.
Damien, coming out of his small moment of shock, pushed the boy away. It was too late though; Pip had set his crystal blue eyes on becoming Damien's friend, and that was that. No matter how hard the raven haired boy tried to get rid of the blond, Pip wouldn't leave.
And after a while, Damien had realized that he didn't want him to.
They were physically close; so much so that the people of South Park had assumed they were dating—and Damien wouldn't mind if they were. He had become accustomed to draping himself over Pip whenever he wanted, and though the blond would always become embarrassed, Damien knew Pip didn't mind the contact; Pip just didn't want people to think less of him than they already did.
Damien was only half human; the other part of him was that of a demon, and that meant that his hormones were a lot stronger than the average mortal's. He had been attracted to Pip the moment he had laid eyes on him after coming back—another reason he didn't immediately shove the other boy away—and after a year of being around the other boy nearly everyday, he felt like he needed something more other than the occasional hug or pat on the shoulder.
So, Damien being Damien, he lied to get what he wanted. The lie was ridiculous, he knew, but it worked.
Pip got bullied a lot—that was an understatement. Damien had tried to beat the hell out of the boys doing it, occasionally even killing them, but the kids never seemed to learn their lesson. So, he thought outside of the box, coming up with an idea that would let him touch Pip whenever he wanted in the process.
Being openly homosexual apparently made people uncomfortable, even IF the other person you were behaving that way with looked like the opposite gender. He tested this theory when he caught Craig Tucker and his gang picking on defenseless Pip one day—coming up behind the blond, he placed his hands on Pip's slim hips and kissed at the back of the boy's neck. Pip had jumped at first, not realizing who he was, and had tried to get away from him. Damien had murmured a low "Relax, I have a plan" into the back of his neck, still kissing and nipping at it, and Pip had calmed down, the boy realizing that he was in good hands—literally; Damien's hands were now rubbing up and down his sides and it felt so good. So good that Pip almost didn't hear the taunts that the other boys sent his way, he almost didn't register the fact that Damien would probably hunt them down and tear off their skin later. He couldn't bring himself to care at the moment—had Damien's hand slipped into the back of his shirt and jacket without him taking notice of it? It felt like something was rubbing his back—and the bullies were leaving now anyway, having finally realized that they were just going to be ignored.
"D-Damien...You give good massages."
Damien had chuckled, the sound deep; he had deeper voice than most of the boys in their grade.
"Maybe I'll give you a full body one later."
After that, Pip didn't question him grabbing him in public; he didn't question Damien's excuse for touching him. If Damien's hands found their way into his shirt, he didn't think anything of it. If Damien grabbed him by the hips, his slim fingers rubbing them, he didn't ask why. If Damien's hard-on—and he always had one when they were pressed together—pressed tightly against Pip's firm ass, Pip didn't say a word about it.
So it was pissing Damien off that Pip was trying to get away from him in front of the fucking French kid. The kid had yelled at the blond, but maybe he didn't feel at risk; maybe that was why he was pulling up such a fit at being molested. Or maybe Pip just didn't want to feel awkward around Christophe since the two of them had to work together for an extended period of time.
Or maybe it was because their teacher was giving them a weird look.
Either way, it was irritating him. Pip was his—his only, even though the blond didn't realize it—and he was making an exception because of Christophe; he wouldn't let Damien touch him, something he had been doing for years, because of fucking Christophe.
He was marking Pip, biting him harder than he usually would—another reason Pip might be trying to get away, though he didn't consider that one—to show Christophe who Pip Pirrup belonged to; Damien was part demon, part man, but both parts were equally possessive of things that they believed belonged to them, and Pip happened to be one of those things.
Damien had noticed the way Christophe had looked Pip over, had noticed the way the boy's eyes had lingered, had noticed the fucking hard-on the kid had, and though Damien didn't know if Christophe himself realized it or not yet, he was certain that the French kid wanted what was his.
It was a shame that he would have to kill him after him and Pip were graded on their project. He had heard Christophe hated God as much as he did, and they could have been friends.
Damien had been in love with Pip since sixth grade though, and the blond was more important than a potential minion.