Chapter Text
Nick’s cell was quiet. Too quiet.
Silence pressed against the stone walls like a physical weight, broken only by the faint crackle of a candle burning low on his desk. His room was barely large enough to fit the narrow bed, the crucifix above it, and the chest where he kept his plain robes folded in perfect squares. No colors. No softness. Nothing indulgent.
That was the way of things here. Desire was sin. Comfort was weakness. Obedience was salvation.
He lay on his back, staring at the ceiling beams, hands folded tight on his chest like a man already in a coffin. They told him sleep was a blessing from God, but for Nick it was a restless thing. Each night he wrestled with thoughts he wasn’t supposed to have curiosity, hunger, the aching tension that built low in his body no matter how often he prayed.
His superiors said the flesh was a cage. Nick was starting to believe it.
He shut his eyes, trying to recite scripture in his head the way he’d been trained, when a sudden shift in the air made his breath catch. The candle guttered, shadows thickening in the corners of the room.
And then…
“Where the hell am I?”
The voice was smooth, male, carrying an edge of amused irritation.
Nick’s eyes flew open.
Someone was standing at the foot of his bed.
Not someone…something.
The man was tall, broad-shouldered, bare-chested, and… impossibly beautiful. Perfect muscles carved as if by some divine sculptor, smooth skin gleaming faintly in the candlelight, hair falling carelessly across sharp, handsome features. He didn’t look like the monstrous demon Nick had been warned about all his life. No horns, no claws, no leathery wings. Just… devastating masculinity.
Nick’s breath hitched. He scrambled upright, back pressing against the wall. “What….what are you…how did you get in here?”
The stranger tilted his head, regarding Nick like he was the oddity in the room. A lazy smile curved his lips. “Relax, priestling. You summoned me.”
“I what?!” Nick shook his head violently, clutching the blanket to his chest as if it could protect him. “No! I didn’t I would never…”
“Oh, but you did.” The man stepped closer, and Nick swore the air grew warmer, thicker with every stride. “I felt the pull. The desire. You brought me here.”
“That’s… that’s impossible.” Nick’s pulse hammered in his throat. His gaze flickered helplessly over the stranger’s body, over the solid planes of his chest, the ridges of his abdomen, the way his low-slung pants seemed an afterthought. Heat rushed to Nick’s face, shame burning hot. “Demons demons have horns. Wings. Fangs. You’re not…”
That earned him a low chuckle. The sound slid down Nick’s spine like warm oil.
“Not everything they teach you here is the truth,” the man said smoothly. “Fear makes obedience easy. Tell them monsters have horns, and you won’t go looking for the devils hiding in plain sight.” He leaned in, eyes glittering, voice dropping to a purr. “Wouldn’t you agree?”
Nick swallowed hard. His body betrayed him, a flush spreading down his neck, a tightening in his stomach.
“Stay back,” he whispered, though it came out thin, unconvincing.
The man Sean, though Nick didn’t yet know the name only smiled wider, taking another step closer to the bed.
Nick pressed himself tighter against the wall, as if the rough stone could swallow him whole. “I didn’t summon you,” he repeated, voice shaking. “I swear it.”
Sean tilted his head, studying him with lazy amusement, like a predator humoring its prey. “Mmm. Maybe not on purpose.” He stopped just beside the bed, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight as he leaned down. “But intention is overrated. Desire is enough.”
Nick’s throat worked. He couldn’t look away. Every detail of this man this demon was unfair. The sculpted chest, the smooth bronze skin, the easy confidence in the way he carried himself. He didn’t look like temptation incarnate. He was temptation incarnate.
“Stop staring, priestling,” Sean murmured, one corner of his mouth quirking. “Unless you like what you see.”
Nick’s face burned. “I don’t…” His protest cut short when Sean reached out and brushed a finger down the side of his face.
The touch was light. Barely there. Yet Nick felt it all the way to his toes, a spark racing through nerves starved for contact. He flinched but didn’t move away.
Sean smirked knowingly. “Soft. Untouched. They’ve kept you so pure, haven’t they?”
Nick’s breath came ragged. “You can’t…”
Sean’s hand slid down, tracing the line of Nick’s jaw, then lower, across the rapid flutter of his throat. “Can’t what? Touch you?” His palm flattened against Nick’s chest, right over his pounding heart. “Or make you admit how much you’ve thought about this… alone at night?”
“I haven’t,” Nick whispered hoarsely, but the words rang hollow.
Sean leaned closer, his lips nearly brushing Nick’s ear. “Liar.”
Nick shuddered, fists clutching the blanket tight enough to whiten his knuckles. The warmth of Sean’s body seeped through the thin cloth between them, and God help him, part of him wanted to lean into it.
“This isn’t…” Nick gasped when Sean’s hand slid lower, past his ribs, stopping just above his waist. “This isn’t what I want.”
“Funny,” Sean drawled, voice velvet-dark. “Your body disagrees.”
His fingers teased at the edge of the blanket, tugging lightly. Nick clung tighter, panic and need battling inside him.
“Don’t…” he whispered, though even he couldn’t tell if it was a plea to stop or to continue.
Sean’s smile turned wicked. “Don’t worry, priestling. I won’t do anything you don’t want.” He leaned closer still, breath hot against Nick’s lips. “The thing is… eventually, you’ll admit you want everything.”
Nick’s resolve cracked another inch. His heart hammered, blood roaring in his ears. Every lesson, every sermon, every vow screamed at him to shove this man away. But the pulse between his legs betrayed him.
Sean’s thumb stroked across Nick’s hipbone through the blanket, achingly slow. “So tense,” he murmured. “Do they even let you touch yourself here?”
Nick jerked as if struck. “That’s…stop…”
Sean chuckled low, the sound rumbling through Nick’s bones. “Ah. They don’t. No wonder you’re trembling. You’re starved for it.”
Nick’s denial lodged in his throat. He wanted to say no. He wanted to push Sean away. Instead, his body leaned imperceptibly forward, hungry for more.
Sean caught it instantly. His grin sharpened like a blade. “That’s better.”
His lips hovered a breath away from Nick’s. “Tell me to leave,” he whispered. “Say the word, and I’m gone. But if you don’t…” His hand pressed firmer against Nick’s hip, heat sinking through. “Then you belong to me tonight.”
Nick’s lips parted, but no words came. Only a shaky breath.
Sean closed the distance.
Sean’s lips pressed against Nick’s…warm, firm, coaxing rather than forceful.
Nick froze, mind screaming with all the sermons, all the vows, all the rules carved into him since boyhood. But his body… his body melted instantly, hunger welling up like a dam breaking.
A muffled sound escaped him, half-protest, half-desperate moan. His hands, still clutching the blanket, loosened.
Sean deepened the kiss. His tongue brushed Nick’s lips, teasing them open, and Nick gasped at the invasion. The taste was intoxicating…heat and smoke and something wickedly sweet. It made him dizzy.
When Sean pulled back, Nick chased the kiss without meaning to. His eyes fluttered open, dazed.
“Beautiful,” Sean murmured, thumb brushing Nick’s flushed cheek. “You taste like denial. Sweetest flavor there is.”
Nick’s chest heaved. “I… can’t…”
“You can.” Sean’s grin sharpened. “And you will.”
With deliberate slowness, Sean tugged the blanket down. Nick clutched at it, but his grip was weak now, trembling. Inch by inch, Sean peeled it away, exposing the thin white undershirt clinging to Nick’s body.
“Mm.” Sean’s gaze swept over him, hungry. “So modest. All wrapped up like a gift.”
Nick squirmed, shame burning hotter as Sean’s hand slid beneath the hem of his shirt, palm meeting bare skin. Nick gasped at the contact, back arching against the wall.
“God…” he whispered before he could stop himself.
Sean’s laugh was soft, wicked. “Careful who you call on. He won’t be the one making you moan tonight.”
His hand roamed upward, caressing Nick’s chest, brushing over a nipple until it peaked beneath his touch. Nick bit his lip hard, a strangled sound escaping anyway.
“Sensitive,” Sean purred. “Perfect.”
His other hand trailed lower, tugging at Nick’s waistband. Nick panicked, grabbing Sean’s wrist.
“Wait…I’ve never…”
Sean’s eyes lit with delight. “Virgin?”
Nick’s silence was answer enough.
Sean groaned, a sound of pure ecstasy, burying his face in Nick’s throat for a moment. “Oh, priestling, you’re going to ruin me.” He pulled back, eyes gleaming. “Your first time. I get to claim it. Perfect, untouched, just for me.”
Nick trembled. “It’ll…it’ll hurt.”
Sean’s grin softened into something almost tender. “Not if I make it good for you.” He leaned closer, voice a dark whisper. “I want you begging for more, not running from me.”
He pulled away briefly, scanning the sparse room. “Now… what does a virgin priestling keep hidden in his drawers?”
Nick’s heart lurched. “Don’t—”
Too late. Sean yanked open the bedside drawer. After a moment’s rummaging, he held up a small jar, eyebrows lifting.
“Petroleum jelly.” His smirk was pure sin. “Well, well. Someone’s been prepared, even if he won’t admit it.”
Nick’s face flamed scarlet. “It’s…it’s for chapped lips…”
Sean chuckled, unscrewing the lid. “Oh, it’ll work just fine for what I have in mind.” He dipped two fingers into the jar, slicking them slowly, deliberately, letting Nick watch every motion. “Relax, priestling. I told you—I want your first time to be… enjoyable.”
Nick’s breath caught, chest rising and falling too fast. His body ached with anticipation and fear in equal measure.
Sean climbed onto the bed, caging Nick in with his perfect body, petroleum-slick fingers gleaming faintly in the candlelight.
“Now,” Sean murmured, lips brushing Nick’s ear, “let me teach you what your holy books never could.”
Sean’s slick fingers lingered at Nick’s hip, but he didn’t push further yet. Instead, he leaned back, eyes roaming over Nick as though he were art waiting to be unwrapped.
“Clothes off,” Sean murmured, tugging at the hem of Nick’s undershirt. “I want to see all of you.”
Nick’s heart raced. He hesitated, clutching at the fabric like a shield. “I… can’t…”
Sean’s grin softened, almost coaxing. “You can. And you will. You’re too beautiful to hide.”
Slowly, trembling, Nick let him pull the shirt over his head. The chill air kissed his bare skin, followed immediately by Sean’s heated gaze. Nick flushed under it, every inch of him feeling exposed.
“Perfect,” Sean breathed. His hand smoothed over Nick’s chest, down his stomach, lingering just at the waistband of his pants. “Pure. Untouched. Mine.”
Nick shivered as Sean tugged the last barrier away, leaving him utterly bare for the first time before another man’s eyes. His body betrayed him, already hard, straining with a mix of terror and aching desire.
Sean’s smile turned hungry. “Oh, priestling. Look at you.”
Nick squeezed his eyes shut, ashamed.
“Don’t hide from me,” Sean said gently, almost tender now. “I want to see every expression. Every sound. Let me make this good for you.”
Before Nick could respond, Sean shifted lower, sliding down the bed until his face hovered over Nick’s lap.
Nick’s eyes flew open. “What are you…”
Sean glanced up, smirk wicked. “Making you forget your fear.”
And then his mouth closed around Nick’s cock.
Nick gasped, a strangled cry tearing free. His hips jerked up instinctively, only to be pinned down by Sean’s firm hands. Heat, wetness, and sinful pressure engulfed him, sensations so intense he thought he might die from them.
Sean worked him slowly, deliberately—tongue swirling, lips gliding, the perfect rhythm designed to unravel. Nick’s hands fisted helplessly in the sheets, head thrown back against the wall.
“Oh God…” he moaned, the words spilling out without thought.
Sean pulled back just enough to murmur, lips still brushing Nick’s tip, “Not God, priestling. Me.” Then he swallowed him down again, deeper, making Nick cry out.
Pleasure built fast, dangerously fast. Nick had never touched himself, never been allowed to, and now his first real taste of release was this…Sean’s wicked mouth worshipping him like a sacrament. His thighs trembled.
“Too much,” he gasped, voice breaking. “I can’t…”
Sean hummed low around him, the vibration sending Nick over the edge. He spilled with a cry, shuddering helplessly, his entire body arching into Sean’s mouth.
Sean swallowed him down, savoring every drop, before releasing him with a satisfied sigh. He licked his lips, eyes glittering. “Delicious. As sweet as I knew you’d be.”
Nick collapsed back against the wall, chest heaving, utterly wrecked. Shame and bliss warred inside him, but his body was already stirring again under Sean’s hungry gaze.
“See?” Sean said softly, brushing a hand along Nick’s thigh. “Sin doesn’t have to hurt. It can make you feel alive.”
Nick’s eyes fluttered, dazed. “That was…” Words failed him.
Sean chuckled. “Just the beginning.” He dipped his slick fingers back into the jar, coating them generously. “Now that you know how good pleasure feels, let me show you how sweet surrender can be.”
He brought his hand lower, brushing against Nick’s entrance with a deliberate tease. “Relax, priestling. I’ll be gentle. I want your first time to be unforgettable.”
Nick shivered, torn between fear and anticipation, but when Sean pressed the lightest circle against him, his hips tilted forward instinctively.
Sean’s grin turned molten. “That’s it. Trust me.”
And with patient, careful pressure, Sean began to work him open.
Sean’s slick finger pressed lightly, circling until Nick trembled. “Breathe,” he murmured, voice low and soothing, though his grin still glinted wicked in the candlelight. “Let me in.”
Nick squeezed his eyes shut, muscles taut. Then, with a shaky exhale, he tried to relax.
Sean slid the first finger in, slow, deliberate. Nick gasped, hands clutching at the sheets.
“There we go,” Sean purred, stroking deep, shallow, teasing. “Tight… untouched. You’re everything I imagined.”
Nick squirmed, discomfort flickering across his face, but the steady rhythm of Sean’s finger eased the sharpness. Soon Sean added a second, stretching him carefully, scissoring just enough to draw a whimper from Nick’s lips.
“Hurts,” Nick whispered, voice strained.
Sean kissed his knee, his thigh, soothing and corrupting in the same breath. “I know. But it won’t for long. Let me take care of you.”
His fingers curved, brushing something inside that made Nick jolt with a startled cry. Sean grinned. “Ah. Found it.” He pressed again, slower this time, coaxing gasps and shivers out of the trembling man beneath him.
Nick’s body betrayed him, hips rocking into Sean’s hand. “I…don’t stop…”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Sean’s tone was molten satisfaction. “You feel too good like this. Open, needy, mine.”
By the time Sean slid a third finger in, Nick was panting, torn between discomfort and pleasure, but not pulling away. His walls clenched helplessly around Sean’s fingers, drawing a groan from the demon.
“That’s enough,” Sean said at last, withdrawing with a deliberate slowness that made Nick whimper at the loss. He reached for the jar again, coating himself generously.
Nick’s eyes widened when he saw Sean’s cock, hard and thick, gleaming with the faint smear of petroleum jelly. Fear flickered across his face.
Sean leaned down, kissing him deep, tongue sliding against his until Nick melted again. “Shh,” Sean whispered against his lips. “I’ll go slow. I want this to feel good for you. I want you to remember every second.”
He positioned himself, pressing the blunt head against Nick’s entrance. The first push made Nick cry out, clutching at Sean’s shoulders.
“Breathe, priestling,” Sean coaxed, voice strained with restraint. “Let me in. Just a little more.”
Nick obeyed, gasping raggedly, and Sean slid deeper. The stretch was intense, almost unbearable, but Sean’s lips found his throat, his jaw, his mouth…distracting him with kisses, with murmured filth and praise.
“You’re perfect,” Sean groaned as he sank in, inch by inch. “So tight, so hot. Made for me.”
When Sean bottomed out, fully seated inside him, Nick trembled, overwhelmed. Pain still lingered, but beneath it… heat, fullness, a dizzying rush of something entirely new.
Sean held still, kissing him softly now, giving him time to adjust. “Tell me when,” he whispered, forehead pressed to Nick’s. “I won’t move until you’re ready.”
Nick’s body shuddered around him, and then…hesitant but certain…he nodded. “Move.”
Sean’s control shattered.
He pulled back slowly, then thrust in again, a deep roll of his hips that made Nick gasp aloud. Again, and again, each stroke steadier, surer, pleasure overtaking the pain.
“Oh God,” Nick moaned, clutching Sean desperately.
“Not God,” Sean growled into his ear, driving harder now, hitting that spot inside that made Nick’s voice break into a cry. “Say my name. Sean. Say it.”
“Sean!” Nick gasped, body arching. “Sean—”
The sound made Sean groan, hips snapping faster, his hand curling around Nick’s cock, stroking him in rhythm. “That’s it, priestling. Mine. Forever mine.”
Nick’s body convulsed, pleasure building sharp and unstoppable. He came with a shout, clenching hard around Sean. The tightness dragged Sean over the edge, and he spilled inside Nick with a guttural moan, burying himself deep as though claiming him body and soul.
For a moment, the room was nothing but ragged breath, the scent of sweat and sex heavy in the candlelit air.
Sean stayed pressed against him, chest to chest, lips brushing his temple. “Perfect,” he whispered, voice raw with satisfaction. “You’re perfect. And now you’re mine.”
Nick lay trembling beneath him, tears pricking his eyes, but not from shame. From release. From the dizzying realization that he’d never felt so alive.
Nick lay sprawled against the thin mattress, his body trembling with the aftershocks of release. Sweat slicked his skin, his chest rising and falling in uneven gasps. He half-expected Sean to pull away the moment it was done…to laugh, to mock, to vanish in a puff of smoke like the demon his teachers had always warned about.
Instead, Sean stayed pressed against him. His lips brushed soft kisses along Nick’s temple, his jaw, the damp skin of his throat. His hands, which had gripped Nick’s hips so firmly moments ago, now stroked soothing circles into his sides.
Nick’s dazed eyes fluttered open. “Why… why are you being… gentle?”
Sean chuckled low, the sound vibrating through Nick’s chest. “Did you think I’d use you and throw you away?” He kissed Nick’s cheek, almost tender. “I’m your first, priestling. That makes you special. That makes you mine.”
Nick’s throat tightened. The word mine should have horrified him. Instead, warmth bloomed low in his chest.
“You never even told me your name,” Sean murmured, voice amused but coaxing.
Nick hesitated. His name was sacred…another tether to the vows he was supposed to keep. But looking into Sean’s molten eyes, the truth spilled out before he could stop it. “Nick.”
Sean smiled, slow and wicked. “Nick.” He said it like a caress, like it was already branded into his tongue. “I’ll enjoy making you moan my name tomorrow night, too.”
Nick stiffened. “Tomorrow?”
“Of course.” Sean leaned down, kissing him again deep, lingering, stealing the breath from his lungs. “You didn’t think one night would be enough, did you?”
Nick’s chest constricted. The kiss had been intoxicating, the sex overwhelming, the tenderness unexpected…but beneath it all was guilt, gnawing sharp and merciless.
He was supposed to be a priest.
Priests exorcised demons. Cast them out. Banished them in the name of God.
And yet…he had let a demon crawl into his bed, into his body, into his very soul. He had begged for more.
Sean pulled back at last, smirking as though he could taste Nick’s thoughts. “Don’t worry, priestling. You’ll learn soon enough…sin feels better than salvation.”
Nick swallowed hard, guilt and desire warring in his chest.
When Sean finally slipped from the bed, the candle flickered violently, shadows swallowing his perfect form until the room was empty again.
Nick was left alone…body aching, sheets damp, heart pounding with shame.
He pressed his palms over his face, a strangled sound escaping his throat.
He should pray. He should scourge himself, confess, beg for forgiveness.
But all he could think about was the way Sean’s lips had felt against his skin. The way his name had sounded in Sean’s voice.
And the promise that he would return tomorrow night.