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PASR: The Fluff	By : Kailean Category: Comics > Squee! Views: 1719 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Fluff, Chapter Five

Squee paced in small circles throughout the common room of the apartment nervously. It had been several hours since he had awoken with no Pepito, only a note on the bedside table claiming that the aforementioned Antichrist was “going to take care of what we talked about last night”. Hah! Apparently, Pepito's idea of talking involved an exchange of a precious few sentences with a half-conscious friend!

He stopped walking, and stood, in the middle of the small room, between the overstuffed black, leather couch that Pepito was so fond of and an entertainment system packed with too many DVDs and gaming consoles. Suddenly, he plopped down onto the flame retardant, kollege issued carpet, sitting in a lotus position and breathing deeply. He had taken yoga last semester to help cope with his stress issues, and it did help...some.

He knew that he wasn't really mad at Pepito. The anger was simply a distraction from the fear. He was worried because he knew where he had gone, and what he had gone to do. And he knew why he had left without waking, much less telling, him. He had tried calling his cell phone, but his calls had gone straight to voice mail. He would have driven out there, but Pepito had taken his keys. That Pepito felt these precautions were needed scared him even more.

After ten minutes of silent meditation, the sound of the front door opening resounded loudly and shockingly in his mind, making him jump. A few seconds later, the raven-haired devil-spawn entered, carrying a large cardboard box under one arm. A Tupperware tub sat precariously on top.

“Hey, Amigo! Guess what? I actually saved you some brownies this time!” Pepito's voice was full of glee: a mixture of relief at his confession with his parents having gone much better than expected, and anticipation of telling Todd the good news.

“Pepito! Thank G-....I mean, uh, I'm glad you're alright! Do you have any idea how worried I was?” Apparently, worried enough to almost thank his arch nemesis for his safe return...in his presence.

Pepito's smile turned into a smirk in a sad attempt to look genuinely sorry. Of course, he hadn't meant to make the other worry, but not much could really bring him down at the moment. Not even the mention of Jehovah of Armies. “Sorry, Squee, but I wasn't sure how it was going to turn out. It could have been really bad, you know.” He walked the short distance to the couch, and deposited the box there. As soon as he released the box from his grasp, it was replaced by a Squee, who was hugging him rather tightly. He seemed to be getting a lot of tight hugs today.

As he felt Pepito wrap his arms around him in return, he gave a sigh of relief. Resting his head on the other's shoulder, he spoke in a soft voice. “Of course, I know. That's why I was so worried.”

“Well, you don't have to worry about that anymore.” Pepito momentarily tightened the embrace for emphasis. “Father says that I am free to do as I will, which means we can be together, even if it ruins my chances of dominating the Earth. He was actually proud of me for standing up to him! And Mother is excessively happy. She has, apparently, seen this coming for a while.”

Squee lifted his head to look into the other's eyes. “Really? That's amazing! I can't believe it actually worked out that well.” His face fell a little, and he bit his lip in thought. When he spoke again, his voice was serious. “But, is that what you really want?”

As Pepito stared back into Todd's eyes, his countenance became more sober, though he was still visibly elated. “I want you, Todd. I think I have since the day I meet you. Other than that, I'm not really sure. I could still attempt to ascend the thrown on Earth...,” he paused to give the other a large, teasing smile, “if you'll be my 'first lady'.”

Squee's face regained its smile with the reassurance, then tinted a light pink at the “fist lady” suggestion. He knew that it was a poke at his reaction to Pepito's romantic actions the day before, which he was now ashamed of. Before he could say anything, the other leaned forward to give him a light kiss on the lips, as if to reaffirm that it was forgiven, then continued.

“Seriously, if I still want to, by the time I'm old enough to run for election things might have changed enough that I could still win. But, now that I am truly free, I'm not even sure I want that anymore.”

When Squee gave him a curious look, he elaborated on the things he had been thinking on the drive back to kollege...things that had kept him so preoccupied that he had only eaten three of his mother's brownies, which was a personal record. “I guess, I've always had mixed feelings about it, but I just accepted it as fate until now. I mean, ultimate political power does sound nice, and I don't care that much for most humans, but what comes after might not be so great....don't tell Father I said that. Anyhow, I know that you and Mother would be sad either way it turned out. I think that I'm just going to take the next three years to figure out what I want to do like everyone else.” He took on a contemplative look before his mouth formed a sideways smile. “Maybe I'll go into film making.”

Listening attentively, Squee gave several understanding nods. At the mention of his own feelings on the subject, he gave a bittersweet smile. It touched him that Pepito cared about his wishes, but he was afraid of swaying the other's decision, and having him later regret it. He suspected that something along those lines, probably involving his birth, had happened with his parents. “Pepito. I-I'm very happy for you. Just, don't do...or not do...anything just because you think it's what I want, okay?”

“Sorry, Amigo. You're already part of the equation, whether you like it or not. Besides, it's not what I want the most in life..or the afterlife. You are.” He raised a hand from the slightly smaller young man's back to stroke his face, and then his soft, dark brown hair. “Don't worry, Squeegee. We're nothing like your sorry excuse for parents.” His eyes grew slightly redder at the thought of his lover's parents, and how much of Todd's insecurities and fears stemmed from their negligence. He moved his hand back to the other's face, cupping his cheek softly. “You still don't want me to kill them, right?”

Feeling his resolve melt away at Pepito's tender touch, Squee placed his own hand on the other's, which was currently on his face. Their fingers interlaced before he gently pulled it from his face, bringing it to his lips to place a lingering kiss on the palm to calm the half-demon. “Don't kill them. I really don't want the karmic bond from something like that. I just want to forget about them.”

It always amazed him, how Pepito seemed to know what he was thinking. He couldn't read thoughts,unless one laid their mind open to him, but he picked up on emotions extremely well. Of course, part of it was simply knowing him so well. He lowered the other's hand a little, and an amused smile played at his lips as he traced the lines on the hand: three interlacing sixes arranged in a circle. “Thanks for the offer, though.”

“Alright, but it's always on the table if you change you're mind.” Pepito smiled as well, party in response to Todd's smile, and partly because the tracing of his mark tickled like...something that tickles a lot. He petted Todd's lithe fingers lightly with his thumb in hopes of distracting them from their task. “So, I've told you how I feel. What is it that you want? Tell me honestly, Todd. Do you want to be with me?”

It would have been so easy to answer automatically, but Squee forced himself to truly ponder the question for a moment. As it stood, the question could mean any number of things. His mind raced with thoughts of various forms of relationships with differing levels of commitment, and possible futures with vastly different outcomes. Finally, he was able to answer confidently. “Yes. Always.”

If it was at all possible, Pepito's smile seemed to grow even more. That was exactly what he wanted to hear. “Always, always?”

Suddenly, the hand that was tracing the lines on Pepito's came to a stop, gripping the hand tightly instead. He knew what the other was asking, and had already considered it moments before. In fact, he had considered it several times during the course of their friendship. After all, one could hardly expect to go to Heaven being best friends with the Antichrist. “Always, forever, eternity.”

“Are you sure? Forever is a long time.” His smile subsided a little at the seriousness of the reply. As much as he wanted to have Todd by his side for eternity, that was a lot to ask, but it wasn't his rule, or even his father's. The “you are either with me, or against me” policy belonged to the Christian god, which was kind of funny because absolute dealings were supposed to belong to the dark side.

“I'm sure....although my parents will probably be there.” He shot the other a pretend stern look. “If I have to put up with them for that long, you have to promise to love me for that long. Otherwise, I'll try for Nirvana or Summerland.”

“Don't worry. You won't have to see them. And I'll give them permanent trash duty, or something worse if you like.” He paused briefly to laugh with Todd at his joke, that wasn't really a joke, before his expression became serious again. “Would you like a formal promise? Say, in the form of a marriage?”

Squee immediately stopped laughing. “Huh?”

“Todd Castil, I, Pepito Diablo, promise to love you unconditionally and forever.” He gave Todd a loving, but amused smile before backing up a step and dropping down on one knee, still holding the hand that had gripped his own. “ Will you marry me?”

Squee wanted to take the situation more seriously, but it was very overdramatic, old fashioned and cheesy as sharp cheddar. It was also ironic. The son of Satan was on his knee, pledging undying devotion to him, instead of the other way around. But it was very Pepito, and therefore perfect. He choked down as much amusement as he could, unable to wipe a huge grin off his face. “Yes. But if it's a Satanic wedding, I'm not paying homage to your father.”

Pepito rose to his feet, scooping Todd unawares into his arms bridal style before spinning around in fast, jubilant circles, causing the other to cling to him tightly and release one of his, now rare, patented “squees”. They were both laughing loudly by the time he flopped down backwards onto the most mind bogglingly comfortable couch that the local city had to offer. When they landed, Todd was sitting in his lap sideways, but quickly rearranged himself to be facing him. This also meant that he was straddling him, a position that Pepito was sure he was paying more attention to that the other.

As he repositioned himself in his betrothed's lap, Squee felt Pepito's hands grip his waist, pulling him down and further against himself. He blushed lightly, feeling a surge of arousal. Draping his own arms around the other's neck, he leaned in to give him a tender kiss on soft lips. As he pulled slowly away, Pepito's tongue brushed his lips, sending a shiver down his spine. A hand on his waist rose to his back to pull him in for a deeper kiss.

The kiss was slow and passionate, tongues dancing together as if they were playing out some grand cosmic ballet. They finally pulled apart, panting for breath, foreheads resting against one another, and holding each other in a loose embrace.

Pepito took a deep breath before speaking in a soft voice. “Gracias, Amigo.”

“No, thank you. I love you.” Squee leaned in once again, taking Pepito into another huge, and resting his chin on the other's shoulder. He smirked lightly to himself as his tongue darted out to trace around the piercings in the nearby ear.

Pepito buried his face in Todd's shirt to stifle a moan, and tried desperately to suppress an argent urge to pin down and ravish his favorite person on his favorite sofa. Those words made his heart flutter. He needed to return the favor, but Todd was very distracting. Concentrating on his mission, he raised his head with determination, and leaned close to the young man's ear. “ Te amo también, Todd.”

Mission accomplished. Now on to another one.

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The next chapter is a lemon. Stop now if you don't like them.

Notes:

*What Pepito is referring to when talking about the dark side and "with me or against me" policy:

-“He that is not with me is against me: and he that gathereth not with me scattereth.” - Luke 11:23, KJV

-"Only a Sith deals in absolutes..." Obi-Wan Kenobi, Star Wars Episode III. I know, I made Pepito use a reference to a new Star Wars movie! (is impaled on a spike and roasted in his basement). I actually think that he might like Episode III, what with it having a lot of themes that he would be very familiar with on a personal level.

*What Squee is talking about, when threatening to try for a different afterlife:

-Nirvana- Buddhist highest spitiual state of enlightenment. “When a person who has realized Nirvāṇa dies, his death is referred as his parinirvāṇa, his fully passing away, as his life was his last link to the cycle of death and rebirth (samsara), and he will not be reborn again. Buddhism holds that the ultimate goal and end of samsaric existence (of ever "becoming" and "dying" and never truly being) is realization of Nirvāṇa; what happens to a person after his parinirvāṇa cannot be explained adequately, as it is outside of all conceivable experience of this world.” -Wikipedia

-Summerland- AKA Land of Eternal Summer, Wiccan place of rest, review and communion before next incarnation.
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