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Copia expects that things will be different when he returns to the abbey newly anointed as Papa. He expects that he'll be treated with more respect and awe due to his now revered status. He expects he'll be busier with plans for the next tour and album. He expects he'll have a new wardrobe and rooms.

He doesn't expect to be summoned into the chapel at midnight. He doesn't expect to find the three former Papa standing within it with purpose in their expressions. He doesn't expect their request. Well, more of a demand, really.

He should be insulted that they'd demand anything of him. He's their better now. He’s in control. 

So why is he so fucking nervous?

"Congratulations on the promotion, Papa," Secondo is the first to speak, his tone just this side of teasing. It might be teasing. It's hard to say because everything that comes out of Secondo’s mouth sounds mean. 

"From what we heard you put on a great show. Very well done," Terzo smirks and casually leans against the altar with arms crossed, "we're so proud of you."

Primo eyes Copia like a hunter looking at his chosen prey, and Copia is feeling like that's very much what he is. He swallows and quickly averts his gaze, fixing it towards the stained glass windows in the back of the chapel. 

"He is rather pretty," Primo says, drawing Copia’s wide eyes back to him at the compliment. "The paint suits him nicely."

"Um, thank-you, Papa," stammers Copia, blushing up to his hairline. He's sure that it's visible even underneath all of the white. "I've done my best with my abilities."

"Hm." Primo slowly approaches him and gently takes his chin in hand. "Si, very pretty. And talented. I suppose if our position was to be filled by an outsider, you are not the worst choice."

Primo strokes Copia’s cheek with a finger, head tilted and smiling faintly. Copia leans into the touch, eyes fluttering shut. It feels nice. He doesn't get touched often, usually just ghouls on stage. He never realized just how much he likes it.

"You should receive our blessings, Copia," Terzo calls out to him. There's the sound of dress shoes on stone and another pair of hands are on Copia’s person. "When was the last time you took unholy communion?"

Copia forces himself to look at Terzo, shivering at the caresses given to the nape of his neck. There’s a stirring in his belly. "It's been a while, Terzo. I've been very busy."

"We noticed." Secondo joins his brothers, a small circular object held between his fingers. It's as red as blood. "We no longer hold the same power that you do but we are no less important." 

He holds it out to him and Copia obediently accepts it into his mouth. The wafer is sweet when compared to the sort that Catholics would take, and that's not the only thing that separates the two. Communion is a very different thing in this place.

He braces himself for when it sets in, feeling a curious mixture of embarrassment and excitement. Maybe even feeling flattered that the other Papa have taken such a vested interest in him. How many others have been so lucky to receive all three at once? Not many if he had to guess. 

Fingers tug at his hair, pulling his head aside. Secondo’s mouth is on his neck, sucking and licking a bruise into the sensitive skin. Copia moans, the sound echoing in the large chamber. He grasps at the front of Primo’s vestments as the eldest of the brothers trails his hands from his face to the front of his suit, poping buttons as he goes until he reaches the front of his trousers. 

Terzo moves behind him and grabs a hold of his hips, pulling his ass flush against an obvious erection. Copia grinds against it, whimpering as the aphrodisiac works its magic. Terzo chuckles and thrusts against him. 

It's so much stimulation, Copia has no idea who to pay attention to at any given moment. His body is on fire and every touch sends euphoria rushing through him. He cries out their names, pleading for more.

"You make pretty noises as well." Primo takes Copia’s cock into his cool hand, running a finger up and down the underside of the shaft. "Do you not agree, fratello?"

Terzo squeezes Copia’s hips and gives a hard thrust. "Of course I do. How could I not?" 

"Hnng," comes Copia’s groaned response. He wants to thrust into Primo's hand but he's held back by Terzo’s on his hips and Secondo’s mouth on his neck. He trembles and falls deeper into their embrace. 

He doesn't know when it happens -he barely remembers to breathe- but at some moment or another he's stripped naked and placed in a pentagram etched into the floor for specific rituals. There’s a layer of pillows strewn about for his comfort and the comfort of others. He stretches out on his back, staring up at the ceiling high above him, and waits for whatever comes next. 

It's Primo who kneels between his legs first, spreading a generous amount of lubrication onto his sizable cock. When did he even get that out? Where did the lubrication come from? Copia doesn't get into his scattered thoughts any further as Primo grasps his parted thighs and enters.

Copia’s back arches off of the pillows with a soft cry. He's never felt fuller as Primo thrusts deep. He digs his fingers into the pillows, mouth and eyes wide. 

"You are putting on quite the show for us, bello," Terzo says as he takes to his knees at the top of Copia’s head. He's stroking his cock, grinning. Precum drips onto Copia’s cheek. "No wonder you're so popular if this is what the audience pictures every night."

Copia reaches up and shoves Terzo’s hands away so that he can take over. It serves as an effective way of silencing the third as Copia watches that smug mouth drop and his throat bob. 

"Seems he knows what he is doing." Secondo is at Copia's left side, taking out his cock. "Don't you, Copia? Take loads often, do you?"

He does not but he's not totally out of his depth, and some things come naturally. And when one's extraordinarily horny. There’s no sign of the aphrodisiac wearing off any time soon, anyhow. His cock could break stone if they rolled him over. 

Either way, he doesn't respond as Primo’s cock drags over just the right spot and his eyes threaten to roll into the back of his head. He hears a sharp inhale of breath from Terzo, followed by a groan. Cum splatters over Copia’s face and chest. His tongue darts out and he licks it away from his mouth. It's pleasantly salty.

Terzo continues to fuck into his hands despite just coming and Copia blinks up at him through the mess. Right. Demonic refractory period and all that. He should have remembered that, too.

Secondo's cock is thick and pierced, and Copia wonders what it would feel like to take it. He bets it would feel as good as Primo's, maybe better. Primo takes his time with his thrusts; deep, hard, but slow. He knows exactly where to hit to have Copia’s toes curling. 

He lifts his hips for an even better angle.

"You look beautiful painted in my seed," Terzo laughs, shaking sweaty hair out of his eyes. His knees bracket both sides of Copia’s head, his arms braced behind him for balance. His thrusts into Copia’s hands are becoming erratic again, his breath harsh through still grinning teeth. 

Copia squeezes his eyes closed as Terzo comes for a second time. He can feel it splatter further onto his stomach and plenty of it lands in his open mouth. He swallows it down like a starving man.

At his side, Secondo is stroking himself in earnest, his eyes fixated on Copia’s face. "How much can you take, Copia? Could we keep you in here for the entire day? Would you let us fuck you as the rest of the clergy watches you writhe in ecstacy, hm?"

Copia shudders and moans, cock twitching as his orgasim finally approaches. He's going to be such a disaster when he leaves this room, anyone that sees him is going to know what he got up to.

Would it be so bad if they did? Maybe he could enjoy a full audience. Maybe he'd take them all.

That thought sends him careening over the edge, his climax hitting so hard that he yells. His whole stomach is covered in his own cum, some even mingling with Terzo’s on his chest. 

He barely has time to catch his breath when Primo pulls out and comes on him without a word of warning, his long nails digging deep scratches into Copia’s thighs. They sting but the pain only enhances the pleasure of the aftershocks. 

Primo steps aside, although Copia has no doubt that if he'd wanted to he could have easily continued on despite his age. Instead the eldest brings out a rag and cleans himself up, still watching the scene with intense interest.

Secondo takes his place between Copia’s legs and easily slides all the way in. The piercings hit interesting places and Copia’s fingers grab onto Terzo, who hasn't moved from his spot.

Unlike Primo who was a well-paced marathon, Secondo is a powerful sprint right off the block. He drives deep and relentless, practically bending Copia in half. A second orgasim is already building up. 

"You take my cock well," Secondo rasps, hoisting up Copia’s hips so that every thrust hits his prostate directly. "I want you to remember this every time you try to sit down."

Oh, Copia’s sure that he will. He's not exactly a young man who can take a thorough fucking and get along the next day like nothings happened. Every inch of him is going to be aching.

Copia yelps as Secondo pulls out and flips him onto his front like he weighs nothing, gripping his hips hard enough he'll be carrying a bruise. 

"Do be careful with him, fratello," Terzo reminds him, threading his fingers into Copia’s hair. "We would not want him to break."

"I am being careful." Secondo punctuates his words with slam of the hips. "Mind your own business."

"We made this each other's business if you haven't noticed."

Copia sighs in exhaustion. "Please…"

A hand smacks his rear, making him jolt in surprise. "You can take anything I give, can't you?"

Probably not but it doesn't matter when it feels so good. He’ll regret it later, he's sure. Instead he pushes his hips up to meet Secondo’s movements, his moans becoming louder and more needy.

He comes a second time, curling in on himself as Secondo continues to fuck him through it, forcing him towards a third. It doesn't hurt yet but he isn't sure that he has the energy for another even with the help of the aphrodisiac.

Secondo has a hell-given drive, Copia concludes twenty minutes later when he's still going strong. His body twitches and shivers through a third and final orgasim just as he can feel the effects of the aphrodisiac wearing off.

"Are you alright?" Terzo has the courtesy to ask. 

"Urgh," Copia manages to squeak out, half muffled by the pillows. "Ow."

Secondo chuckles and gives one last thrust. Sticky warmth fills Copia, and he slowly pulls himself out. He pats his ass.

"Good job. I think you truly did earn your position."

Copia rolls onto his back like a boneless fish and manages to crack open an eye to give all three a bleary glare that lacks any true anger. "I hope you are satisfied."

"Very."

Copia’s given a few rags to wipe himself down as best he can, not that he feels any cleaner afterwards. All of his paint is gone, too, wiped away with the rest.

It feels symbolic. His position as Papa is, like the rest, temporary. Someone else will always come to take his place.

He doesn't think he'll give his blessings the same way.