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People wonder if demons are real. They question the legitimacy of the church and whether they should truly fear going to Hell. Are demons to blame for the dreadful things that happen in our lives or is it all happenstance? Should they trust in God? Buddha? Allah? The Pantheon? Is being a good person enough to secure a happy afterlife/reincarnation or do they need to believe in a higher power? The questions are endless and Eijirou only wishes he could spread the word of God to even more people. He wishes everyone else could see what he does. He gives his sermons, teaches classes, has personal therapy sessions with parishioners, but it never feels like enough. People are always skeptical, though they wouldn’t be if literal demons plagued them like him.Well, one literal demon.If you ask Eijirou how it started, he couldn’t say. One day, the demon was just there and before long, it was like he had always been there. Hallowed ground has no effect on the demon. The demon has no issues wandering in and out of the church. He torments Eijirou, puts his faith to the test, and never reveals himself to others. When Eijirou is alone in his office, or the church is empty, smug laughter echoes off the walls. Red eyes glow in low lighting like hot coals, the burning embers of the pits of Hell. A wicked, cheshire grin leaves him feeling unsettled and sends chills down his spine. Many people seem to only believe in metaphorical demons. When Eijirou tells the other members of the church that an evil spirit plagues them, they look at him like he is crazy.The demon takes full shape sitting on his desk, knocking his paperwork to the floor. A long tongue flicks in and out, as the demon licks his lips. He folds his hands together and rests his elbows on his knees as he leans forward, a teasing tone to his voice as he speaks. His body and voice radiate temptation and Eijirou wonders if all demons are like this. They are meant to bring you to Hell—tempt you, entice you, break you. He won’t be tempted no matter what the harbinger of Hell says or does.“You’re alone again,” says the voice.Eijirou cocks a brow, looking at the demon that has made a mess of his desk. “You only come here when I’m alone.” It’s a calculated measure, Eijirou just isn’t sure why. If this demon—Katsuki, as he has introduced himself more than once—wants to collect souls for his Lord, why does he only plague Eijirou? Is the soul of a shepherd of God worth more than that of a parishioner? What does he get out of it?Katsuki hums, amused. “I like you alone. Wouldn’t want us to be interrupted.”It must be a lie. Katsuki never does anything that would be inconvenienced by an interruption. A fact Eijirou has the misfortune of knowing. If anything, Eijirou feels like the demon would prefer an audience. If there was someone to bear witness to his salacious acts, it would ruin Eijirou. He would no longer be allowed to guide his flock as the priest of this church. Eijirou would be cast out to the wayside. Katsuki makes crude remarks, he touches Eijirou in a way that the church would not approve of as a child of God, he dresses like a harlot. Inky, black wings flutter behind his back as he leans closer to Eijirou.Eijirou pushes his chair back and stands up. He says a silent prayer to the cross high above his window and fixes a stern gaze on the demon. An exorcism. When one has a demon, it must be exorcized. Eijirou has never performed an exorcism on a physical demon, only people that have been possessed by one. He theorizes that it must work the same way. Eijirou moves about his office, gathering the necessary supplies, ignoring the lingering presence hovering behind him. Katsuki watches over his shoulder wordlessly. If he knows what Eijirou is doing—Eijirou suspects he does—he doesn’t say a thing about it. That does not bode well for his confidence. He turns to face Katsuki, bible, flask of holy water, and palm-sized cross in hand. Eijirou begins to recite the scriptures taught to fledgling priests for exorcisms, the same ones he says every time he’s called to perform an exorcism. He hasn’t done many, but he has done enough.Katsuki smirks. “Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.” He stretches his arm out and a long, pointed nail scratches the front of Eijirou’s vestment, tearing the buttons from their seams.Eijirou scowls at him and takes a step back. He flings holy water in Katsuki’s face.“If you wanted to get my face wet, all you had to do was ask,” teases the demon. Katsuki licks the water off his lips. “I prefer it saltier.”Eijirou’s eyes widen, and he fumbles over his chant, shocked by the implications of what Katsuki just said.Katsuki’s grin stretches wider, and he folds his arms across his chest, satisfied with the reaction Eijirou provided. “You can’t exorcize me,” he says. “I’m not some weak-ass possession demon.”Eijirou continues to recite the scriptures, but it is growing apparent that they are having no effect. Katsuki stands there looking a mixture of bored and amused. A faint light glows beneath his feet and Eijirou prays it’s the gates of Hell opening to swallow Katsuki whole, but there’s no such luck. Whatever the light is, Katsuki is conjuring it to harass Eijirou. He empties the rest of the flask of holy water onto the demon before him then falls silent. Exhaustion creeps in from dealing with a demon every day on top of his church duties.Katsuki’s amused grin turns devilish, and his voice is dripping with arousal. “You really are good at getting me wet,” he says, and wraps his arms around Eijirou’s shoulders.Eijirou freezes at his arm touch and Katsuki presses closer, hips grinding together. He’s in a skin-tight bodysuit, black wings stretched wide to block out the last slivers of sunlight that peek through the stained-glass windows, and his black horns curl out of his soft blond hair. The light casts a halo around his head, and the irony is not lost on Eijirou. He clears his throat and pushes the demon away.“What do I—” his voice cracks “—what do I have to do to make you go away?”Katsuki’s lips part and his long tongue flicks in and out like a reptile tasting the air in search of prey. “The only way to get rid of me is to fuck me.”Such crude language is unbecoming of someone in a church, though of course, that means little to a demon. “That’s never going to happen!” Eijirou barks.Katsuki shrugs and unwinds himself from Eijirou’s body. “Then it looks like you’re never getting rid of me.”Eijirou wonders if he has finally been favored with good fortune. After the last encounter, he hasn’t seen Katsuki in a few days. Demons seem like the fickle type that easily get bored and move from one fascination to another. Maybe when he realized that Eijirou had no intent on having sex with him, he moved to someone else. How could he? He’s a priest. Katsuki’s a demon. They’re both men. Eijirou would never judge one of his parishioners for their sexuality, it was unmanly and unfatherly, but he’s a priest, a disciple of God. To lay with another man is sodomy. To lie with a demon is damnation.No, unfortunately, God appears to still be testing his faith. Eijirou finishes the evening mass and bible study then bids farewell to all the parishioners and church staff. He goes into his office to collect his things, then cuts through the sanctuary to head home to the rectory. He doesn’t make it that far though. Eijirou steps into the sanctuary and a chill runs down his spine. The lights have been dimmed, casting shadows across the room. Moonlight glows through the large stained-glass windows high up on the walls and a figure is seated on the altar at the front of the sanctuary. Eijirou halts. Logic tells him to call out to the stranger, ask what they’re doing there, and to get down from the altar as it is disrespectful, but his instincts identify the figure before his eyes do.“Demons don’t belong on holy altars.”A laugh. “There’s no better throne for one as divine as me.” Katsuki ran his pointer finger along the surface of the altar, smirking. He lifts his hand up and inspects his fingertip as if he’s checking for dirt.“It’s sacrilege to call yourself divine when you’re a creature of Hell,” corrects Eijirou. He takes a careful step forward, keeping his distance from the demon while simultaneously approaching the altar. There’s something different about his appearance tonight. Eijirou’s eyes sweep over him and his nose twitches in anger. “What are you wearing?”“You like it?” Katsuki says with a pleased grin. He drops his chin to his chest, looking down, and tugs at the front of the incredibly revealing garment. “I figured since I’m in a church, I should look the part.”“It’s blasphemy!”Eijirou curls his hands into fists at his sides and takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself. The lord is testing him. He can’t lose his temper, or he’ll be giving into the devil. Katsuki sits happily on the altar in a slutty nun costume. The fabric clings to his body and shines even in the dim lighting of the sanctuary—Latex, Eijirou suspects. It has a thick collar around his throat lined with lace on the trim. The front of the nun costume extends down from the collar and between plump, pale thighs. It’s strapless with an open back, giving his wings plenty of room to move, and long black gloves that extend from his hands to halfway up his biceps. The parts of his body that are covered by the tightly clinging latex hug his curves in the most irresistible way, filling Eijirou with incredible shame.Katsuki is wearing thigh-high boots with stockings and little wings on the ankles of the boots. The habit on his head sits snugly behind his large horns and is adorned with jewelry. Crosses hand from his forehead and his ears. It’s insulting. To think he could make such a mockery of the church dressed like that. Katsuki flicks his forked tongue in and out, revealing more piercings and jewelry as his tongue ring catches the light. Eijirou shakes his head and marches the rest of the way over to him. He's standing with his knees against the altar, their chests mere inches apart.“Take off that mockery of an outfit!” he demands angrily, jaw clenched tight.Katsuki’s eyebrow hikes up into his hairline and he smirks. “Ah. So you finally want me to disrobe, do you? If you say so.” He reaches for a clasp on the collar at the back of his neck and Eijirou snatches his gloved wrist.“That’s not what I mean, and you know it!” Eijirou is exasperated after dealing with Katsuki for weeks. “Why won’t you just leave?”Katsuki laughs that smug laugh that makes Eijirou’s chest tighten. “I already told you. If you want to get rid of me, you have to fuck me.” He grabs Eijirou’s shoulder, pulling him in close, and leans back. Eijirou has to plant his hands on the altar to brace himself. Katsuki uses that to his advantage, lifting his leg up into the air and playfully brushing his fingers over Eijirou’s shoulder. He sticks his tongue out, licking Eijirou’s lip and chin with his long, forked tongue. Eijirou recoils, but Katsuki snatches the front of his robes and holds him in place. “You taste delicious.”
(source: Jibu)Eijirou can feel the veins in his forehead throbbing. It’s starting to give him a headache. He inhales through his nose and tries not to think about the way Katsuki’s tongue piercing tickles his chin. Eijirou lets out a breath, tempering his anger. “If I do this, will you really leave me alone?”Katsuki knows he’s won. There’s a glimmer in his eye that he doesn’t bother trying to hide. Thick blond lashes flutter as he looks up from beneath them. “Of course. You have my word that I will leave you alone after we have sex.”Eijirou steels his nerves and turns his head away. “Fine. Let’s go.” He pulls back away from the altar, but Katsuki easily catches him and locks him in place.“Non, non.” Katsuki tuts and wags his finger. “We’re going to do it right here. I don’t see a more fitting place to do so, Father.” “Don’t call me that,” sneers Eijirou.“Hm?” Katsuki cocks his head to the side. “What should I call you then? Eijirou.”Eijirou recoils at the sound of his name on Katsuki’s tongue. There’s a stirring inside him that he does not plan to address any time soon, if ever. “We don’t need to use names.”“Ha.” Katsuki runs his tongue over his teeth and slides his hands between the buttons on the front of Eijirou’s robe. “How scandalous. A priest not wanting to use names as he fucks a demon in the sanctuary of his cathedral.”Hearing what they’re about to do spelled out so bluntly has him hesitating. Eijirou has heard the tales from his former classmates when they were still in training to become priests. He knows not every priest was wholly dedicated to God before school—they hadn’t yet decided what path to walk on or they wanted to feel that touch at least once in their life before swearing a pact of celibacy. Eijirou, however, has never done such a thing. He’s not even sure how to really begin. Not that it matters, Katsuki easily takes the initiative. His long-nailed fingers pop the buttons off the robe as he tears it open, revealing Eijirou’s dress shirt hidden beneath the black fabric.Katsuki yanks the shirt out of the waistband of Eijirou’s slacks and runs his hands up the length of his torso. Eijirou shudders at the warmth. His nails tickle against Eijirou’s skin and his heart beats rapidly in his chest. Blood pounds in his ears with every thud of his heart and it makes Eijirou dizzy. He grips the altar harder for support and those warm hands travel south, teasing his stomach until slender fingers dip below the waistband of Eijirou’s pants. He feels it, the hand palming the outside of his boxers and the uncomfortable pressure of his penis beginning to swell with arousal at the touch. Katsuki notices it too. He smirks.“Someone’s more excited than they let on.”Eijirou purses his lips and furrows his brows even harder than before. “It’s a normal bodily reaction to being touched,” he grits out. Even he knows that. Just because he doesn’t touch himself doesn’t mean he’s never experienced an erection before.“Hm…”Katsuki unbuttons Eijirou’s pants and pulls the zipper down, giving himself easier access to Eijirou’s co—di—penis. He chastises himself for even daring to think something so vulgar. Forgive me Lord, he prays silently.“Someone is distracted.”“Huh—?”Cool fingers wrap around his dick and pump slowly. Eijirou sucks in a sharp breath feeling the hand of another person (demon) touching him in such an inappropriate place. Katsuki rubs his thumb in circles on the tip as he continues to work his hand up and down the length of Eijirou’s growing erection. “Y-you can’t just—”“What?” asks Katsuki. “I thought we were going to fuck. You said you wanted to get rid of me, didn’t you? S’not gonna happen if your dick stays in your pants the whole time.”Eijirou clenches his jaw, and his knuckles turn white from how hard he is gripping the altar. “You can’t just talk like that in here. This is a holy room.”“I have a hole with too much room available right now.”Katsuki’s inappropriate joke is punctuated by a twisting pressure as he grips Eijirou’s dick harder. His hips move without thought, pushing forward to chase the heat of the hand wrapped around his length. Eijirou doesn’t mean to. He knows he cannot enjoy this. It is a permanent stain on his soul marking him unfit for the Kingdom of Heaven. He is tarnished and bound for eternal damnation, but it feels good. The swirling pleasure makes his grip on the altar soften. The tension etched in his forehead and shoulders slackens and he lets himself feel.Of course, Katsuki knows what he’s doing. He’s a demon that has been hellbent (no pun intended) on tempting Eijirou. His hands work skillfully, and he makes satisfied noises at Eijirou’s begrudging groans of pleasure. He slides the front of his costume up to his waist—it is essentially a long, glorified loincloth—revealing the fact that he has nothing underneath. Eijirou’s eyes flick down, sees the pale flesh of meat between Katsuki’s thighs reddening from his own arousal, and he swallows hard.Eijirou has seen other penises before, when he was younger before enrolling in the seminary. The priests that taught them were strict about changing policies. Everyone needed to dress quickly and in a manner that would not let their privates be exposed. It had been many years since he last saw the genitals of someone other than himself.“Like what you see?” teases Katsuki.He almost says yes. Eijirou is smarter than that. He can barely think the word, let alone say it out loud.“You can touch it if you want. It’s not going to bite you.”No. It will do something even worse. Eijirou does not reach for the waiting cock in front of him. He averts his gaze and counts to ten, trying to calm himself. Even if he is having sex with the demon like he was told to, Eijirou can’t let him win. He makes eye contact with Katsuki and sucks in his bottom lip.“Do we—uh—do we need to do… something?” He isn’t sure how to ask. Eijirou knows there is added prep work involved but not the extent of it.“Hm?” Katsuki smirks. “Oh. No. That’s not necessary. I’m always ready.” He grabs Eijirou’s right hand and guides it to his ass. Eijirou moves with fearful hesitation as Katsuki tries to push one of his fingers in to prove his point. “There’s no teeth,” he chides Eijirou.If only there were teeth. Having his finger bitten off by a demon asshole sounded worlds more appealing than the true hell Eijirou would face after this. He lets the wet heat envelope his digit and it’s loose, just as Katsuki said. One of Katsuki’s own fingers slides in with him, guiding him through the process, showing Eijirou exactly where to press and how to curl to make him feel equally as stimulated. His chest aches and he ignores the implications behind it. After all, this is a one and done kind of situation. Katsuki gently pulls on Eijirou’s dick, drawing it closer to his hole. Eijirou shudders as the tip knocks against the rim and he pulls his fingers free.“Well, Father, you gonna fuck me?” he asks, blond brow arched high into his hairline.Eijirou steels his resolve and pushes inside. Katsuki clenches around him and Eijirou is filled with yet another first as the sensation overwhelms him. He buries himself within Katsuki and stands there unmoving, unsure of how to proceed.“Fuck me, Father.”So, Eijirou does. He begins to thrust, listening to Katsuki’s commands like the good church boy he was, doing as he’s told without question. Eijirou groans with every hard thrust, his legs trembling as his thighs continuously slap against the sides of the altar. Katsuki issues words of praise, “‘good boy,’ ‘yes, Father,’ ‘right there,’ ‘God, yes!’” Eijirou’s mind goes blank aside from the need to hear more. He doesn’t even chastise Katsuki for taking the lord’s name in vain. He’s too far gone. The only thing that matters in this moment is fucking the demon that swore he would leave for good when they were done.Sharp nails cut into the back of Eijirou’s neck, and he wraps his hands around Katsuki’s slender waist, holding him in place as he continues to fuck into the demon. Wings black as night wrap around them and Katsuki leans forward, their foreheads bumping together. Eijirou feels the jewelry Katsuki adorned his head with dig into his skin between them, along with the bluntness of his horns.“Yes. Keep going. Right there!”Katsuki tosses his head back as a stream of white sprays between them and stains the front of Eijirou’s tattered robes and dress shirt. He keeps going, knowing Katsuki won’t be satisfied if Eijirou doesn’t finish. And to be honest with himself, he didn’t want to not finish. Once they started, there was no stopping. A long-forgotten tension builds in the pit of his stomach and his knees quake. Eijirou clutches Katsuki’s hips tighter and slams into him one last time. His entire body shudders as he cries out, filling the sanctuary with the sounds of ecstasy. Katsuki’s wings fly open like an explosion is set off in the church and the dim lighting in the sanctuary fills Eijirou’s eyes once more.He pulls out and falls to his knees in front of the altar as if worshipping the demon that sits atop it. Eijirou gasps for air trying to catch his breath as his heart races in his chest. “Y-you’ll go now, right?” He looks up with hopeful eyes. “You promised.”Katsuki smooths the front of his dress over his lap and leans forward, elbow resting on his knee as he looks down at Eijirou from on high. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to trust a demon? Why would I leave after a fucking like that? You’re stuck with me, idiot.”