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It's just past midnight on a cold November night, and youth pastor Craig is sitting at his desk in the church's office. His laptop is open and he is quietly typing up an essay on the catholic church’s effects on early native Americans. Craig is a bright twenty year old. He has dark short hair that is currently mostly hidden beneath a baseball cap. He wears torn dark blue jeans and a white tank top underneath a slightly too small dark blue dress shirt. The shirt is opened, as his chest is too broad to wear it buttoned up. The sleeves are also rolled up as it's also too short on him.
He is currently in his second year of university and is taking a few online courses while working part time in the church. He is currently studying religious history and is finding the course work very frustrating. He knows some of the subject matter from his theology lessons with Father Maxi but is very disappointed in finding out that the majority of the courses are more on the historical aspects of the spread of religion and not on religious mythology. Craig is very interested in demonology and the human mind. He doesn’t actually believe demons exist. He is far too logical for such fairy tales. He thinks it is just a concept of psychosis, the human mind is complex after all, and often plays tricks on itself.
Craig is pulled from his musings by a loud clatter. He frowns and stands up leaving his blinking computer screen and half written essay. Sometimes late at night the local teenagers would break into the church’s basement and create havoc. Just last week he had found various sized pentagrams drawn in red paint on the floor of the basement. He had scrubbed away the evil symbol not wanting Father Maxi to see it. He may not believe that such symbols hold any real power but he still didn't want his mentor to be upset.
Craig is cast into darkness as he makes his way out of the church's office and into the hallway. It's almost creepy this time of night, Craig thinks to himself as he walks slowly through the hallway using only the flashlight on his cellphone. At the end of the hallway is a door, the wood of the door is stained a dark brown, a cherry red glow is illuminating from the bottom of the door. Craig looks at the door. He knows for a fact he is the only one in the Church. He does not believe in the supernatural, but that doesn't necessarily mean he is still alone. He heard an unusual sound and suspects vandals or other riff raff have broken in.
With an annoyed sigh he grabs onto the door handle and turns it, pulling the door open and stepping into the illumination. Craig frowns as he peers around the room. Nothing seems to be out of place, and yet he feels- senses more than anything that he is not alone. He no longer needs the flashlight and so he shuts it off and pockets his cellphone. Moonlight filtering in through the church's stained glass windows is most likely the reason for the luminous amposphere.
Shadows dance across the rooms as Craig walks past the altar. The feeling of being watched intensifies as he steps further into the sanctuary. He stops for a moment and closes his eyes. He strains his ears trying to pinpoint any source of movement. At first he hears nothing but his own rapid breathing and then, barely auditable, he hears the distant sound of an animal in distress. A fluttering which reminds him of a bird or perhaps a bat, and then a faint but sharp cry of pain.
Craig’s frown fades and a strained smile falls across his lips. Some kind of winged creature had probably gotten into the chapel through the large crack in one of the windows. The church's finances haven't allowed for the stained glass to be fixed. This is not the first time some poor creature had fallen through it, with a broken wing, or some other small injury.
If Craig hadn’t been so fascinated by religion and mythology, he would have gone into veterinary medicine. Craig always felt more drawn to animals than humans. He is especially fond of Discord the Church’s office cat who quite frankly was the most annoying fucking creature on earth. Discord did nothing but meow at him and wouldn’t shut the fuck up while he tried to do his homework. Discord unfortunately seems to forget on a regular basis that he is in the house of God, and takes great pleasure in tormenting whatever small creature he can get his cute little paws on.
Craig had woken from one to many study sessions in the church's office to a dead mouse or bird, and once a bat that had been lovely dropped inches from his head. The damn cat, its lips pulled into a Cheshire grin, sitting on the floor by his feet looking up at him and meowed as if to say, “hey, pastor do you like my gift?” So it's not hard to imagine that whatever had fallen through the crack in the window had also fallen victim to Discord’s malicious cat ways.
Another fluttering of wings followed by another sharp gasp, and then a quiet, “Oh Satan! It hurts. It burns.”
Craig stops mid step, what the actual fuck?
Craig’s heart is beating so fast he swears it will jump right out of his chest, race around the room and then jump back into his chest before he can catch his breath. He shivers slightly even though the room is not cold. Suddenly he feels afraid like not just a little kid scared but deathly afraid.
“I don’t believe in demons, “ Craig reminds himself. He laughs slightly a humourless sound. He must be studying too hard, maybe he should drop one of his classes? Maybe he should sleep with out the help of medication.
“Hello, can you help me?” The mysterious voice pleads.
He takes a step backwards bumping into the altar sending the unlit candles falling to the floor. The sound of the candles crashing onto the laminate causes him to jump. This isn’t happening, he must be dreaming, or something, or anything.
Another sharp cry as the talking creature, whatever it is, most likely a fragment of Craig’s tired mind tries to move what Craig assumes is a damaged wing.
“It really hurts, I thought this was a place of sanctuary? Are you not a priest or something like that?” A pause as if the creature is afraid to speak and then in a whisper, “ You are pastor Craig, right?”
Craig shakes his head, no, this thing did not just call him by his name. “This is impossible! You’re not real, this isn’t real.”
“Gah! Ngh! That isn’t a very nice thing to say.”
Craig still can’t see it but he can hear the pout in its voice.
“ I've been watching you for so long, waiting for the perfect time to present myself to you. You seem so much more….” the unknown entity's voice trails off searching for the correct word to describe the youth pastor.
“Show yourself then!” Craig demands clutching the crucifix pendant hanging around his neck. He realizes what he is doing and immediately drops the crucifix . It pinches his skin as the holy ornament falls back into place.
“ Oh, my dear dear pastor be careful what you wish for,” a laugh that sends chills down Craig’s spine.
The thing steps into the light. It looks human but doesn’t look human. It looks like the monster that haunts every child’s nightmares. It is the very thing, the entity that haunts Craig darkest fantasies. The creature standing before him is beautiful. So much so that Craig is sure he must be dreaming. He is both repulsed by it and drawn to it. The creature is an enigma. It has a boyish face, round Cherub-like features that give it an angelic like quality. The creature's upper body also appears to be human. It has a muscular chest, strong arms, and just the littlest bit of pudge around its stomach. The rest of the creature standing in front of him however, is far from human. Two large bat- like leathery crimson wings, one bent at an unusual angle, flutter behind it. Pale blond hair, with curls the color of stardust, and two dark red long horns stick out from the top of it’s head. Lastly, a reddish-brown fur tail sways behind the creature.
“Tell me pastor, am I what you imagined I would be?”
Craig nearly falls as he stumbles backwards. Craig's mind fights against the truth but deep down inside he knows just what is standing before him. A demon. There is something very familiar about this particular devil and yet, he can’t quite recall. His mind is fuzzy a blurry half formed dream or is it a memory?
“Are you starting to remember?”
“Who are you? What are you?” Craig says in a monotone voice that does not betray his quickly unraveling emotions.
The winged humanoid creature steps closer. “ My name is Tweek, but you already know that, and you already know what I am.”
Craig shakes his head desperate to reject the possibility that this being is in fact he reaches out and touches the phantasm. Instead of thin air like he imagined he would feel, he feels the silk-like smoothness of The creature's arm. He recoils from the things skin - even if a large part of him wants to continue to caress the creature's muscular arms-and pulls his hand away. Still wanting to hold fast to his delusion that supernatural monsters don’t exist, Craig continues to question the demonic existence . “ okay, so that’s a really nice costume you are wearing, it has a very authentic quality to it.” He swallows the lump forming in the back of his throat.
“It’s not a costume, “ Tweek says. “It’s my skin, and you can touch me all you want.” He winks at the pastor.
“No, “ Craig states.” You’re not real!”
Tweek cocks his head to the side and looks at Craig.“ Tell me Craig just what do you dream about at night?
Craig’s eyes widen.He has never spoken of the wicked things he commits every night in his dreams, or of the blond hair creature he delights taking pleasure in. The dreams he had figured were nothing but nightmares created by unfulfilled sexual fantasies. The dreams which of lately had started to plague him in the daylight- ever since he had seen the pale aqua eyes of the creature staring at him from the back of the pews as he preached about the dangers of sin.
Tweek smirks. “It's been a while since we’ve danced in the void. Did you really think medicating yourself would stop me?”an exhale of breath which sounds suspiciously like a moan.
He brushes a single talon against Craig’s exposed arm causing the holy man’s flesh to burn with desire, his skin tingling with all those things he tries so desperately to ignore.
“Do you remember me, now?”
Craig shakes his head but he deflects his gaze downward.
“Maybe I should give you something a little nice, just a little taste to help you remember.”
He senses Tweek shift closer right before he feels the lightest pressure against his lips. He opens his eyes and stares into pools of glowing embers. The imp pulls back and smiles at him, exposing a slight upward curve of his honey coloured lips. His cute little fangs poking up above his top lip, Craig is tempted to lean forward and run the tip of his tongue over those fangs. He wonders how they would feel as they scrape against other more delicate parts of his body.
The chaste kiss is barely long enough for Craig to wonder if he hadn’t just imagined it.
His pants tighten and he shifts uncomfortably although this isn’t the first time that thoughts of this blond haired- aqua eyed creature have gotten him hard in the church. He still feels very unclean about it, especially considering Tweek is somehow... a demon?
He clears his throat, ignoring the warnings screaming in his brain, Father Maxi’s cautions all but forgotten. He has so many questions, but he also needs to hold and kiss the other, and do things that would be very inappropriate in the church. As He breaks the kiss, he feels his chest constrict, his lungs burn, he feels as if he is starving for oxygen.
“So, do you remember me now?” The cute little demon asks.
Craig nods his head, “ vaguely,” he admits,, “ but I think,” he licks his lips as he stares at the other. “That there's just maybe a way to jog my memory.”
“Well, pastor aren’t you a naughty boy,” Tweek teases.
The devious sprite words send a spike of heat to pool at the bottom of Craig’s stomach. The wicked promises they words suggest are like poison leading Craig down a dark pathway. Craig reaches out with his left hand and curls his fingers with Tweek’s, a sense of familiarity washes over him as he does so. He looks at the demon for a moment before tugging gently on the other’s hand.
“Are you a angel?” Craig shifts back and forth as the words they both know are not true fall from his lips.
Tweek giggles, he brings Craig’s hand to his lips and gently kisses his fingertips. His tongue darts out and licks the man’s middle finger causing Craig to moan.
“I am an imp.”
Craig’s eyes cloud over with desire. He struggles against the temptations taking hold of him. He wants to push Tweek up against the wall and recapture that sweet mouth of his. Instead he yanks his hand away from the creature, and folds his arms across his chest. “Come on,” he coxes as he leads the other forward towards the door to the church.
Tweek watches him curiously as he follows Craig down the dimly lit hallway and towards the large wooden door standing at the back of the room. A large red exit sign glows faintly in the blackness.
“Where are we going?” Tweek has a good idea just where the holy man is leading him, but one can’t be too careful. What if Craig was leading him out of the church just so he can exorcise him? Tweek shivers at the thought.
“Home,” Craig’s monotone replies just as they come to the door. He opens the door and steps out into the night. The imp practically floats as he follows him.
The walk to Craig’s apartment is short, only taking about five minutes, just long enough for Craig to question his sanity but short enough for Craig not to care. He unlocks his door and then moves aside for Tweek to enter. He slams the front door behind them both and then turns to the other.
He knows he should be afraid, a living breathing demon is standing before him but all he can think about is losing himself to the sweet temptation of the others tongue. To make all those dreams a reality. He pushes Tweek up against the wall feeling momentarily guilty for the Imp’s wince of pain when his injured wing collides with the wooden surface. The guilt is short lived though when he feels the sweet lure of desire pressing against his lips. Craig’s entire essence seems to be fixated on Tweek as he opens his mouth and the imp slips his tongue inside.
Tweek maybe a creature from hell but he tastes like heaven. Craig has been completely undone by this siren’s song. Tweek whispers such sweet promises against his lips before he pulls away and then after giving Craig a sultry look he leans forward dragging his fangs gently against Craig’s skin.
Tweek is currently sucking on the tender parts of his neck, his vampire fans maring his humanity with every little nip. The feelings are beyond erotic the thrumming of obsessive want clouding his mind again.
He can feel the beast’s hardened flesh slide against his own, and suddenly he understands knows what the fiend wants from him. He wants to give it to him. He wants to lay on his dirty entryway floor, and spread himself for Tweek’s pulsating cock. He bites his lip as these thoughts- no he realizes as the faint words falling against his bruised skin float up from Tweek’s lips- these orders pollute his mind.
Tweek may have been an angel in his dreams but in reality he is a full blown demon, a succubus, and he will eat away Craig’s soul unless Craig stops this and casts the fiend back to hell.
He is almost undone when he feels Tweek’s tongue slip back into his mouth, he has to stop this, but his body is screaming at him to do everything possible to continue their little game.
Craig groans into the others mouth and then he pushes Tweek off of him (just when Tweek had changed their positions Craig isn’t sure) He backs away from the tempting little imp and then without a word, turns on his heel and races forward to a closed door at the right. The bathroom and salvation.
Tweek is leaning against the wall painting, want, and something even darker- and still unnamed glows in his eyes as he watches his pastor run towards a door. He pouts not only is he still hard but he had Craig exactly where he wanted him.
Ignoring the need for sexual release coursing through his veins Tweek sighs miserably, He was so sure that the minute he finally showed himself to Craig that the human would just fall at his feet. He closes his eyes, and a loud pop can be heard. His glamour is only half done; he can not shrink his wings when he is in this state not to mention he is injured. Still he will show the pastor that he isn't that easy to get rid of.
Craig barely makes to the bathroom before sex completly clouds his mind. He slams the door behind him, undoes his jeans and takes himself from the confines of his boxers. There leaning against the bathroom door he starts to rut into his hand, it doesn’t take long, just three long strokes before his seed coats his fingers, Tweek’s name falling from his lips. He cleans himself up with a towel, quickly gets dressed, washes his hands and leaves the bathroom.
He expects to come out to an empty room, he expects his rejection of the other to have been enough to send the demon spawn back to hell. He doesn’t expect to find a cute blond human with large pulsating wings sitting on his couch and chewing on a stick of cherry flavoured liquorice.
Tweek cocks his head to the side as he sees his pastor enter the room. He pats the side of the couch next to him and then giggles.
The sound of Tweek’s laughter makes Craig think of the ringing of church bells coated in the smoke of hellfire.
Reluctantly he sits next to the creature. He reaches over and steals a piece of liquorice. He sticks the candy in his mouth and sucks on it, wishing he was sucking on something else. He takes a bite trying to ignore the way Tweek shifts closer to him.
if you are going to stay, “ he says through a mouth full of candy, “ that can never happen again.”
Tweek smiles, a large grin full of teeth his fangs look especially wicked, “ if that’s what you want pastor.” He reaches out and places his right hand on Craig’s thigh and then starts to move his hand up and down. Craig nearly chokes on his candy.
“But,” Tweek’s voice is sugar and spice and everything nice, “ only if that's what you really want.”
Craig groans as he can feel himself harden as Tweek continues to rub his thigh. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, he reaches down and grabs Tweek’s hand off of his leg.
“I mean it,” he hisses.
Tweek pouts. “I just want to be close to you.”
Craig’s hand shakes slightly against Tweek’s palms, he entwines their fingers. “ don’t eat all my fucking liquorice.”
Tweek giggles as he reaches over with his free hand and picks up another piece of the candy and then brings it to his mouth.
“Brat.”
Tweek sticks his tongue out at him and then takes another bite of the liquorice.
“Do you want me to look at that?” Craig asks indicating the creatures wing.
Tweek’s malicious grin widens, “ ngh, it will heal on its own, but maybe you can help me forget about the pain.”
Craig raises an eyebrow at Tweek’s words, “ how? With pain killers? Would they even work? What do they use in hell to help with pain?”
Tweek slides even closer to the human, “ I think my dear human, all I need is...” he wiggles a little in place, and then says in a sweet almost innocent voice, “...a little sexual healing.”
Craig groans as he feels himself harden. He shifts away from Tweek, and tries to ignore the ungodly thoughts racing through his head,” I told you, imp. You can stay but nothing like that will ever happen. Do you understand?”
“Whatever you say, Craigory, but you’re so hard. Why not just let me...” he trails off.
Craig knows the minute he turns his head and looks at Tweek he would regret it. The wicked fiend has taken another piece of liquorice and is now currently sucking on the end of it in a very lewd manner. He closes his eyes and moans around the sugary delight.
Craig jumps off the couch and runs back towards the bathroom. As he takes himself into his hands for the second time that night he knows he is screwed.