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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.

Chapter Text

The Day After

Nick didn’t sleep.

When dawn crept through the narrow slit of his window, it found him still sitting on the edge of his bed, head in his hands, sheets twisted around his legs like a shroud. His body still ached, tender from the night’s sin. His lips were swollen from kisses, his skin marked faintly with Sean’s touch.

He had prayed until his throat was raw, whispering apologies into the darkness. But the words had fallen hollow, like pebbles into a well with no bottom. God had not answered. The silence was crushing.

And beneath that silence, shame gnawed.

He was supposed to be pure. He was supposed to be an example of chastity, discipline, obedience. He was supposed to be a priest one day, driving demons from the bodies of the faithful.

Instead, he had let a demon into his bed. Into his body.

And worse he wanted it again.

Nick dressed with trembling hands, pulling on his plain black robe. He could still feel Sean’s voice in his ear, low and wicked: Tomorrow night. The words made heat coil in his belly, and he clenched his fists until his nails bit his palms.

The chapel bells rang, summoning him to morning prayers. He forced himself out of his cell, down the cold stone corridor, into the echoing hall where the others knelt in perfect rows. He slipped into place, bowing his head, lips moving through the litany automatically.

But for the first time, the words felt… empty.

The elder leading the prayer thundered about purity, obedience, sacrifice. Nick glanced around, noticing how some of the men and women shifted uncomfortably, eyes glazed, lips barely moving. Was that doubt in their faces? Or was he only seeing his own reflection in them?

When the service ended, Nick lingered, trying to shake off the haze of sleeplessness. That was when he overheard it—two acolytes whispering in the corner, voices hushed but urgent.

“…the summoning. Someone broke the seals in the lower library.”

Nick froze. His blood turned to ice.

“…but nothing happened, right? The circle was empty. Maybe it failed.”

The other shook their head. “Then why was the air so thick? Something answered. I swear it.”

Nick stumbled back, heart racing.

A summoning. Someone had actually performed a summoning last night.

His breath caught. Sean’s words came back, curling around his memory: You summoned me.

But he hadn’t. He knew he hadn’t.

Yet… Sean had appeared in his room. Sean had felt his hunger, his need.

Nick pressed a hand to his mouth, panic spiraling.

If Sean hadn’t come because of him then someone else here had dragged a demon into the world.

And because of what they’d done last night, because of the bond sealed in sin… Sean was his now.

—

Nick lit his candle early that night.

The shadows in his room felt heavier now, his heartbeat too loud in the silence. Every creak of the stone floor made him flinch. He half-hoped Sean wouldn’t return. He half-dreaded that he would.

And when the flame sputtered, the air warming, he knew.

“Miss me?”

Sean materialized from the shadows, shirtless as ever, every inch of him glistening with impossible allure. He stretched lazily, like a predator waking from a nap, then fixed Nick with a slow grin.

Nick’s mouth went dry. “You… you came back.”

Sean smirked. “Of course I did. I told you I would.” He stepped closer, eyes drinking him in. “But judging by that guilty little face, you weren’t sure if you wanted me to.”

Nick swallowed hard. His hands trembled. “I… heard something today.”

“Oh?” Sean perched on the edge of the bed, leaning back on his hands, looking like sin draped in moonlight. “Do tell.”

Nick took a shaky breath. “Someone in the congregation… they tried a summoning ritual last night. In the lower library.” He met Sean’s eyes, desperate. “That’s why you’re here. It wasn’t me. I didn’t summon you.”

Sean tilted his head, considering him. Then he laughed softly, shaking his head. “No, you didn’t. But it doesn’t matter.”

Nick frowned. “What do you mean, it doesn’t matter?”

Sean leaned forward, his grin wicked. “Because the moment I fucked you, priestling, the deal was sealed. I’m bound to you now. Doesn’t matter who drew the circle. Doesn’t matter who muttered the prayers. You’re the one I’m tied to.”

Nick’s stomach lurched. “But...”

Sean reached out, cupping his cheek with surprising tenderness. “And lucky me.” His voice dropped, husky. “Out of all the souls in this miserable place, I ended up with you. Sweet, pure, untouched Nick. Your purity is delicious, and now it’s mine.”

Nick’s breath caught. He should have pulled away, but his body leaned into the touch. “Why would anyone… want to summon a demon in the first place?” he asked weakly, as if clinging to reason could save him.

Sean shrugged. “Power. Secrets. Maybe revenge. Humans always want something.” He smirked. “But I don’t care what they want. I care what you want. And I already know.”

Nick’s heart raced. “You don’t…”

Sean kissed him, cutting off the protest. Hot, demanding, stealing the breath from his lungs. When he finally pulled back, Sean’s lips curved in triumph.

“I know you crave what I give you,” he whispered against Nick’s ear. “I know your body aches for it, no matter how much you pray. And I know how to keep you satisfied.”

His hand slid down, pressing firmly against the heat growing beneath Nick’s robe. Nick gasped, shame and need colliding all over again.

Sean’s grin widened. “See? Your body agrees.”

Sean’s hand cupped Nick through his robe, pressure deliberate, thumb stroking until Nick bit back a gasp.

“You’re already hard for me,” Sean whispered, lips ghosting over Nick’s jaw. “One touch, and your body remembers who owns it.”

Nick’s breath shuddered out. “You… you can’t…”

“Can’t what?” Sean cut him off, kissing him. Not the bruising force of last night, but slow, deliberate, melting. He coaxed Nick’s lips open, tongue sliding deep until Nick moaned helplessly into his mouth.

The robe was no defense. Sean’s hands slipped beneath the rough fabric, roaming over bare skin, mapping him. His fingertips dragged across Nick’s chest, pinched a nipple until Nick arched with a gasp, then slid lower, teasing the lines of his stomach.

Nick gripped Sean’s shoulders, torn between pushing him away and clinging tighter. “Stop…please, stop…”

Sean chuckled against his lips. “Your mouth says stop, but your body says more.” He ground his hips forward, letting Nick feel the hard length straining his own trousers.

Nick whimpered.

Sean kissed down his throat, teeth grazing. “Do you know what purity tastes like, Nick? Sweet, sharp, addictive. Every kiss I steal, every moan you make…it’s like wine on my tongue. And I’ll never get enough.”

Nick’s heart thundered. He felt like he was falling into a pit with no bottom, yet he clung to Sean’s heat as though it were the only thing real.

Sean’s hand slipped lower, tugging the hem of his robe up. His fingers skimmed the inside of Nick’s thigh, achingly close, until Nick was shaking with the effort not to spread his legs.

Then…Sean pulled back.

Nick blinked, dazed. “W-what…?”

Sean grinned, wicked and satisfied. “Not tonight.”

Nick’s eyes widened. His cock throbbed painfully beneath his robe. “What?”

Sean leaned close, brushing his lips over Nick’s ear. “You’re already aching, priestling. I can feel it. But I want you desperate for me. I want you to beg.”

Nick’s breath came in ragged gasps, his body on fire. He hated how badly he wanted it…how badly he wanted him.

Sean kissed him one last time, deep and claiming. When he pulled back, his smirk was pure sin. “Tomorrow night. I’ll show you what it means to truly belong to me.”

Then he slipped into the shadows, leaving Nick trembling, aroused, and painfully unsatisfied.

—
The next night

Sean kept his word.

When the candle sputtered the next night, Nick was already half-hard beneath his robe, shame flushing his cheeks. He hated himself for it—hated that he had waited for this, that he had wanted Sean to come back.

“You’re learning,” Sean drawled as he emerged, eyes glinting. “Your body already sings for me.”

Nick flushed deeper. “I…I can’t…”

Sean cut him off with a searing kiss, stripping the words from his mouth. The demon pushed him down onto the bed, climbing over him, hands rough now, impatient.

“You begged for me in your sleep,” Sean growled, sliding the robe off Nick’s shoulders. “I heard you. Moaning my name.”

Nick’s protest died in a gasp as Sean’s hand closed around his cock, stroking firmly.

“Ah…Sean…”

“That’s it,” Sean purred. “Say it again.”

“Sean,” Nick moaned, hips bucking helplessly into the rhythm.

Sean kissed down his chest, biting lightly, leaving faint marks. When he reached Nick’s stomach, he looked up with a wolfish grin. “Time to taste you properly.”

Before Nick could respond, Sean swallowed him down.

Nick cried out, clutching at the sheets. The heat, the slick pull of Sean’s mouth it was too much. His hips jerked, and Sean pinned him easily, tongue curling, sucking until Nick was writhing, undone.

Then Sean slid a finger inside him.

Nick gasped, overwhelmed, but Sean’s mouth never stopped working him, coaxing moans and whimpers. The sting of the stretch was dulled by the dizzying ecstasy of Sean’s mouth. Another finger joined, stretching him wider, and Nick sobbed with need.

Sean pulled off with a wicked smile, lips slick. “So needy already. You want me inside, don’t you?”

Nick couldn’t lie. “Y-yes…please…”

Sean groaned, kissing him hard as he pushed a third finger in, preparing him thoroughly. “That’s my sweet priestling. So good for me.”

When Sean finally lined himself up, Nick trembled but the pain was different this time, softened by the relentless pleasure Sean had already given him. Sean slid in deeper, faster, until Nick was clutching at him, moaning his name like a prayer.

Sean rocked into him, each thrust harder, deeper, his hand stroking Nick in time. “Mine,” he growled, over and over, lips hot against Nick’s ear. “Mine, mine, mine.”

Nick shattered, release tearing through him with a cry, his body clenching tight around Sean. Sean groaned, losing control, and spilled into him, filling him again, marking him inside and out.

When it was over, Sean held him close, stroking his hair, kissing him softly.

Nick’s guilt gnawed at him but it was weaker now, drowned out by the afterglow and the warmth of Sean’s arms.

And that was what terrified him most

—

Sean lounged against the headboard, gloriously naked, the candlelight carving shadows across every perfect line of muscle. He stroked himself lazily, eyes heavy-lidded, smirk predatory.

“You thought I was finished didn’t you?” he said, voice velvet and smoke, “let’s continue, you’re going to ride me.”

Nick froze where he knelt on the bed, robe already pooled uselessly around his hips. His heart hammered. “R-ride...?”

Sean’s grin widened. “That’s right. You on top. My body, yours to use. You’ll be the one in control.”

Nick’s face burned hot. “I…I don’t…”

“You can,” Sean cut him off gently, reaching out to stroke his cheek. His thumb brushed Nick’s lower lip, lingering. “And I’ll be right here, guiding you. You’ve already taken me earlier, priestling. Now show me how much you want me.”

Nick swallowed, torn between fear and a throbbing need that made his cock ache. “What if I do it wrong?”

Sean chuckled low, pressing a kiss to his temple. “There is no wrong, Nick. Every move you make will be perfect because it’s you.”

The praise made Nick shiver, a rush of heat coursing through him.

Sean slicked his cock generously, then guided Nick forward until he was straddling Sean’s hips. “Take your time,” Sean murmured, hands steadying him. “You’re in charge now.”

Nick trembled as he positioned himself, the blunt head pressing against him. The stretch was sharp as he sank down, inch by inch, but Sean held his waist, whispering encouragement with every breath.

“That’s it. Good. You’re doing so well.”

Nick gasped, clutching at Sean’s shoulders. “It’s…ah…it’s so much…”

Sean groaned, head tipping back as Nick sank deeper. “Oh, you feel incredible. So tight, so hot. Look at you, taking me like you were made for it.”

The words sent a jolt straight through Nick’s chest. Praise. Approval. He needed it like air. He pushed himself lower, until Sean was buried fully inside him.

Sean’s hands caressed his sides, reverent now. “Perfect. You’re perfect, Nick. My sweet, beautiful priestling.”

Nick whimpered, hips shifting tentatively. The sensation was overwhelming, but when Sean’s praise poured over him“Yes, just like that. You’re amazing. You’re breathtaking.”the discomfort blurred into aching pleasure.

He began to move, lifting and sinking, each time a little steadier, a little deeper. Sean groaned with every thrust, his hands gripping Nick’s waist but not forcing, just steadying.

“That’s it, ride me,” Sean urged, voice thick. “Show me how much you need it.”

Nick’s head tipped back, a cry torn from his throat. He moved faster, chasing the waves of heat building inside him.

Sean’s gaze devoured him. “Look at you,” he panted. “So gorgeous like this. My good boy, riding me so well.”

The words shattered Nick’s control. He gasped, desperate, moving harder, chasing every scrap of Sean’s approval.

“Yes, yes” Nick sobbed.

Sean stroked him in time, pumping his cock firmly. “That’s it, priestling. Come for me. Show me who owns your pleasure.”

Nick screamed Sean’s name as he came, spilling hot between them, body clenching hard around Sean. The sight, the sound, the feel of him undone dragged Sean over the edge. He thrust up hard, filling Nick again with a guttural moan.

They clung together, shaking, Sean pressing reverent kisses across Nick’s throat, his jaw, his lips. “Perfect. You’re perfect. My sweet, beautiful Nick.”

Nick collapsed against him, chest heaving, drowning in shame and bliss.

And worst of all he wanted to hear those words again. He needed them

—
The next day

Nick knelt before the wooden crucifix, the stone floor biting into his knees. The chapel was silent, empty, shadows long in the flickering candlelight.

He clasped his hands, squeezing them until his knuckles ached. “Forgive me,” he whispered hoarsely. “Please… forgive me.”

But as soon as he shut his eyes, Sean’s voice filled the silence.

Good boy.
My sweet, beautiful Nick.
Ride me, priestling. Show me how much you need it.

Nick shuddered violently, shaking his head. “No no, please…”

But the memory of Sean’s body was burned into him: the way his hands had steadied Nick’s hips, the way his voice had poured over him like molten honey, the way his cock had filled him until Nick thought he’d break apart.

And now, even kneeling in prayer, Nick could feel it. The ache deep inside him where Sean had been. The wet, shameful drip of Sean’s release sliding down his thighs, staining his robe.

He clenched his fists tighter, breath coming ragged. “Forgive me. I didn’t mean…”

Yes, you did, Sean’s voice purred in his head, smug and undeniable. You wanted it. You begged for it. You came screaming my name.

Nick bit down on a sob, bowing low until his forehead pressed to the stone. His cock stirred traitorously, twitching at the memory, the echo of Sean’s praise.

He tried to recite the prayers drilled into him since childhood, but every word faltered, dissolving into images of Sean beneath him, Sean’s lips whispering sin, Sean’s come dripping from him like a brand no holy water could ever wash away.

He wasn’t praying anymore. He was trembling, hard, ashamed and desperately craving more.

When he finally lifted his head, the crucifix above him seemed cold, distant.

And all he could hear was Sean’s laughter, low and satisfied, echoing in the back of his mind.

Chapter Text

Nick barely slept. Every time he closed his eyes, he felt Sean’s hands on him, Sean’s breath in his ear, the ache in his body that still hadn’t faded. When morning finally came, he dressed with shaking hands, scrubbing at himself as though water could erase the demon’s touch.

It didn’t. He could still feel Sean inside him.

The bells called him to morning prayers. The chapel was dim, lit only by tall candles that made shadows leap across the walls. Nick slipped into his usual place among the rows of black robed acolytes, trying to keep his head bowed low.

But the air was different today. Heavy. Uneasy.

The elder’s voice rang out, firm and sharp: “Brothers and sisters, there is corruption among us.”

Nick’s stomach dropped.

“Last night, the wards in the lower library were broken. A summoning circle was disturbed. We do not yet know who is responsible, but we feel… something has been loosed.” The elder’s gaze swept the rows, eyes narrow. “The signs are subtle, but unmistakable. A presence lingers.”

Nick’s chest tightened. He bowed lower, praying no one could see the heat rising in his cheeks, the tremor in his hands.

Beside him, two acolytes exchanged worried glances. One whispered, “Do you think it’s true? A demon?”

The other swallowed hard. “If it is, the elders will find them. They always do.”

Nick’s heart thudded painfully. His body still throbbed from Sean’s touch what if someone could see it? Smell it? Feel the sin clinging to his skin?

The elder’s voice cut through his panic. “Brother Nicholas.”

Nick froze. His name sounded like a blade. Slowly, he lifted his head. “Yes, Father?”

“Lead us in the closing prayer.”

Nick’s blood went cold.

He stood on trembling legs, walked to the front of the chapel, and turned to face the congregation. Dozens of faces stared back at him, solemn, expectant.

He opened his mouth. The words of the prayer were etched into his memory, easy as breathing.

But Sean’s voice whispered in his mind, low and taunting: Good boy. Ride me. You’re perfect.

Nick faltered. His lips moved, but no sound came out. His body remembered Sean’s praise, Sean’s touch, Sean’s heat.

Say my name, Sean’s voice purred.

Nick bit his tongue until he tasted blood. He forced the words out, stumbling over them, rushing to the end. “In Your name, amen.”

The elder nodded slowly, eyes sharp, as though weighing him. “Thank you, Brother Nicholas.”

Nick bowed quickly, returning to his place, his heart hammering so hard it hurt.

The whispers around him buzzed like flies. He knew they were watching. He knew they suspected.

And all he could think about was how tonight, Sean would return.

----

Nick was shaking by the time he shut his door that evening. His hands fumbled with the latch, his breaths shallow. The chapel whispers clung to him, the elder’s sharp gaze burned into his mind.

Someone would notice. Someone already suspected.

He pressed his back to the wall, sliding down until he sat on the cold floor, head in his hands. God, please, please help me...

The candle flickered.

The air thickened, warmer. Familiar.

Nick’s stomach twisted even before he heard the voice.

“Praying again?”

Sean emerged from the shadows like he’d been waiting there all along. Barefoot, shirtless, perfectly carved. He smirked at Nick’s crumpled figure. “You know, I almost feel bad for your God. You keep asking for Him, but it’s me who keeps showing up.”

Nick scrambled to his feet, heart hammering. “They they know, Sean. The elders know something’s wrong. They’ll find us”

Sean closed the distance in two strides, one finger pressed to Nick’s lips. “Shhh.” He tilted his head, smiling with infuriating calm. “Let them look. They won’t find me. And even if they did…” His hand slid down, cupping Nick’s cock through the robe. “Would you really give this up?”

Nick gasped, knees nearly buckling at the touch.

Sean’s grin widened. “That’s what I thought.”

The demon guided him to the bed, easing the robe off his shoulders, baring pale skin flushed with heat. “You were a mess in chapel today,” Sean murmured, kissing down Nick’s throat. “Stumbling over your prayer, cheeks red, eyes wild. Do you know how hard I was, watching you choke on those holy words with my voice echoing in your head?”

Nick whimpered, clutching Sean’s shoulders. “Stop....please”

But Sean’s hand closed around him, stroking firmly. “Say that again,” he whispered against Nick’s ear, “and I’ll make you beg.”

Nick’s resistance crumbled instantly, hips thrusting helplessly into Sean’s fist.

“That’s it,” Sean coaxed, kissing him deep, tongue sliding against his until Nick moaned. “You don’t need God’s forgiveness. You need me.”

Nick sat trembling on the bed, robe already peeled away. His head swam from the day’s tension the whispers, the elder’s gaze, the weight of guilt crushing him.

Sean stood behind him, bare chested, hands sliding over Nick’s shoulders. “You’re so tense, priestling.” His lips brushed Nick’s ear, velvet and wicked. “You’re carrying the whole world on those pretty shoulders. Let me show you how easy it is to forget.”

Nick’s breath hitched. “I shouldn’t...”

Sean’s chuckle was low, dark. “But you will.”

He pushed Nick forward onto his hands and knees. The cool air licked at his bare skin, his robe discarded uselessly on the floor. Sean knelt behind him, spreading him open with sinful ease.

“Look at you,” Sean murmured, slicking his cock. “Kneeling for me. Ready for me. God would weep if He saw you like this.”

Nick whimpered, face burning with shame as Sean pressed into him. The stretch made his arms quake, but then Sean was filling him, all the way to the hilt, and Nick gasped half in pain, half in desperate need.

“Perfect,” Sean whispered, rolling his hips. “So tight. So sweet.”

Sean’s pace built slow and steady, his hands gripping Nick’s hips firmly. Each thrust drove deeper, making Nick groan, his cock hard and untouched beneath him.

Nick’s breaths came sharp, fast. “Sean I...”

“You want to come already?” Sean teased, grinding deep. “Not yet, priestling. Hold it.”

Nick’s arms trembled. “I can’t...”

“Yes, you can.” Sean leaned forward, mouth against Nick’s ear, thrusting harder. “Be my good boy. Take it. Let me fuck you until all those worries are gone. Until the only thing left in your head is me.”

Nick sobbed, the praise ripping through him, making his cock throb painfully. He clawed at the sheets, fighting the urge to spill.

“That’s it,” Sean murmured, fucking him harder now, his control cruel and unrelenting. “Hold it for me. You’re stronger than you think.”

Nick shook, body breaking under the demand, but Sean didn’t let him fall. Not yet.

When Sean finally groaned and spilled inside him, Nick bit down on a cry, denied release, left trembling and aching with need.

Sean pulled out, chest heaving, then pushed Nick down flat onto his stomach, covering him with his weight. “One more,” he whispered, slicking himself again. “You can take it.”

Nick’s whole body quivered, but Sean slid back inside easily, the second penetration sharper, deeper.

Pinned beneath him, Nick could do nothing but take it. Sean thrust slow and punishing, every stroke angled to tear moans from Nick’s throat.

“Don’t touch yourself,” Sean growled. “You don’t need your cock. You only need me.”

Nick gasped, tears wetting the pillow as Sean drove into him, hitting that spot inside that made his vision go white.

“That’s it,” Sean praised, voice ragged. “My beautiful priestling. My perfect boy. Come for me without a single touch. Show me you’re mine.”

Nick’s body obeyed before his mind could protest. Pleasure crashed over him, violent and unstoppable. He came untouched, spilling onto the sheets as Sean groaned above him, thrusting deep until he came again inside Nick’s trembling body.

Nick collapsed, boneless, spent, his mind blank but for Sean’s voice still whispering against his ear.

“See?” Sean kissed the back of his neck, tender and mocking all at once. “Two good fucks and suddenly, the world doesn’t matter. Not the prayers. Not the elders. Not your God. Just me.”

Nick lay in the wreckage of sweat and seed, ashamed yet freer than he had ever felt.

And worst of all, he wanted Sean to be right.
---

Nick woke to sunlight cutting through the shutters. His body ached all over, heavy and sore, the kind of exhaustion he had never known before Sean came into his life.

The first thing he felt was the damp warmth between his thighs.

He shifted slightly, and shame rushed through him his hole still slick, wet with Sean’s seed, while the mess smeared on his thighs had dried sticky during the night. Sean had left it there, on purpose, branding him in the filth of their sin.

Nick flushed hot, his breath catching. He should have risen at dawn to wash, to pray. But instead he lay there, shivering, unable to move, haunted by the memory of Sean’s weight pressing him flat, Sean’s voice ordering him to come untouched, Sean filling him twice until he could barely breathe.

And now now he was still full of him.

Nick buried his face in the pillow, groaning. He should feel sick. He should feel disgusted. Instead, his cock stirred against the sheets, hardening at the thought of Sean’s come seeping from him, soaking into his skin.

He clenched down instinctively, and more of Sean’s seed slipped out, wetting him anew. The sensation made him whimper, his body betraying him, craving more even in the bright morning light.

His thoughts drifted toward the day’s duties the lessons, the prayers, the eyes of the elders. He imagined kneeling in the chapel with Sean still inside him, Sean’s mark still leaking down his thighs, invisible but undeniable.

And he realized, with horror, that the idea didn’t frighten him. It thrilled him.

Because it meant he belonged to Sean in ways no one else could see.

The shame was suffocating, but under it pulsed something darker, hotter: desire. Even as he rose, even as he washed his face in cold water and forced himself into his robes, he craved Sean’s touch, his voice, his body.

Nick pressed his hands together in prayer, but the only words that came were Sean’s.

Good boy. My sweet priestling. Mine.

He shivered. Daylight no longer brought relief. Only longing.

Chapter Text

The elders stood before the congregation, robes heavy and faces grave. The chapel buzzed with unease.

“The circle was not broken by accident,” one elder intoned. “A summoning was attempted. Perhaps even completed.”

Murmurs rippled through the acolytes. Nick kept his head bowed, but his heart pounded. He still felt sore, raw, wet inside from Sean’s touch last night. What if someone could see it on him? What if they knew?

The elder’s voice sharpened. “We are investigating. Whoever invited corruption into our walls will be found and cleansed.”

Nick shivered violently.

From the back row, another acolyte watched him.

Brother Elijah.

His fists clenched in the sleeves of his robe, jaw tight as he studied Nick’s every twitch.

He knew.

Not because he had seen anything. Not because Nick had confessed. But because he felt it.

Elijah had traced the summoning circle with his own hands, whispered the forbidden incantation with trembling lips, offered up his own desperate lust to the void. He had wanted a demon bound to him alone, obedient, secret, a perfect body to spill into night after night without fear of discovery.

And something had answered. He had felt it come.

But then… nothing.

Nothing except the echoes.

Every night since, Elijah had burned with phantom pleasure flashes of heat, the ache of a body stretched, the rush of release. But the sensations weren’t his. They were someone else’s.

Nick’s.

It was Nick’s body the demon had chosen. Nick’s moans echoing faint in his head. Nick’s bliss flooding through the tether Elijah had forged.

And every morning, Nick walked into prayers flushed, distracted, glowing in ways Elijah couldn’t bear to look at.

Rage twisted inside him. That should have been mine.

He lowered his head with the others as the elder dismissed them, but his eyes never left Nick.

The Demon may have chosen wrong. But Elijah would make sure it didn’t last.

---

Nick’s hands shook as he scrubbed the floor of the chapel, the harsh stone biting into his knees. The elders had ordered all acolytes to perform extra penance while the investigation continued. He bent his head, but his thoughts wouldn’t quiet.

They know. They’ll find me. I’m tainted.

Every whisper in the hall made his skin crawl. Every glance from the other brothers felt like an accusation. Elijah's gaze especially sharp, lingering, too heavy to ignore.

By the time night fell, Nick’s nerves were shredded raw. He shut his chamber door, bolted it, then slumped against the wood, his breath ragged. His whole body still ached from the last time Sean had touched him. The phantom burn, the slickness inside, the humiliating craving…

“Praying won’t save you, you know.”

Nick jolted upright, heart leaping. The candle flame flickered. Sean stepped from the shadows, as if he’d been waiting all along, smirking like sin incarnate.

“Sean,” Nick whispered, torn between relief and dread.

Sean leaned against the wall, arms folded, bare chest gleaming in the dim light. “You’re wound tighter than a bowstring, priestling. What did your precious elders say today that’s got you shaking like a leaf?”

Nick’s voice cracked as he whispered, “They’re watching me, Sean. They know something happened. If they find out it’s you...if they find out about us...”

Sean silenced him with a firm hand at the back of his neck, pulling him close until their foreheads touched. His eyes glowed faintly, not cruel this time but steady. “Breathe, priestling. They may suspect, but they don’t know. And even if they guessed, they could never touch me. Our bond makes sure of that.”

Nick swallowed hard, trembling. “But what if...”

Sean’s thumb brushed under his eye, gentler than Nick expected. “The only thing you need to worry about is me. Let them whisper their lies. You and I? We are truth. They can’t sever what’s already sealed.”

Nick let out a shaky breath, some of the panic loosening in his chest. Sean’s lips curved into a dangerous smile. “Trust me, priestling. I’d never let anyone take you from me. Not priests. Not gods. Not anyone.”

“Do you really think I'd let them send me away after the way you beg for me at night?”

Nick’s cheeks burned hot. “I...I don’t...”

“You do,” Sean purred, leaning close until his breath was warm against Nick’s mouth. “Your body belongs to me now. Every moan. Every tremor. Every drop of come I leave inside you. You’re mine, priestling.”

Nick shivered, torn apart by fear and the desperate, aching need that flared in him at Sean’s words.

Sean’s smirk softened into something sharper, darker. “Do you want to forget your fear?” he whispered. “Do you want me to take it away?”

Nick closed his eyes, ashamed of how quickly the answer tumbled out. “Yes.”

Sean kissed him then, hard and claiming, pushing him back onto the bed, the candlelight throwing their shadows together against the wall. His hands roamed Nick’s body with greedy familiarity, peeling his robe away, exposing pale, trembling skin.

“You’re trembling like a sinner at judgment,” Sean murmured against his throat. “But tonight… I’ll make you forget heaven, hell, and everything in between. All you’ll know is me.”

Nick gasped as Sean pressed him down, strong hands spreading his thighs. The fear still gnawed in the corners of his mind, but Sean’s touch burned hotter, brighter, until nothing else mattered but the promise of being undone.

And Nick let himself fall.
---

Sean’s mouth was hot against Nick’s throat, teeth grazing, tongue teasing, while his hands dragged the robe off his trembling body. Nick’s pulse hammered, fear and need colliding in his veins.

Then Sean’s grip tightened on his wrists, pinning them above his head against the mattress.

Nick gasped. “S-Sean...?”

Sean smirked down at him, eyes gleaming. “Relax, priestling. Just a little lesson in surrender.” He shifted, conjuring a strip of shimmering black cloth from thin air, slick as shadow. Before Nick could protest, Sean bound his wrists together and secured them to the headboard.

Nick tugged instinctively, panic flaring—only to whimper at how easily the knot held.

Sean kissed the corner of his mouth, mockingly gentle. “Don’t look so scared. You’ll love it. Your body already does.”

Nick shuddered as Sean’s hand closed around his cock, stroking slow, relentless. He moaned, arching, but the restraint kept him pinned. He couldn’t touch, couldn’t push, couldn’t pull Sean closer.

And Sean reveled in it.

“Look at you,” he whispered, stroking harder, then stopping altogether, watching Nick squirm. “Helpless. Hard. So desperate.”

“Please...” Nick gasped, hips jerking.

Sean grinned, his other hand sliding between Nick’s thighs, pressing slick fingers inside him. “Begging already? You’re adorable.”

He thrust his fingers deep, stretching him, hitting that spot that made Nick cry out. But every time Nick trembled close to release, Sean stopped, pulling back until Nick was left panting, aching, cock dripping against his stomach.

“Over and over,” Sean crooned. “I’ll edge you until you forget your own name. Until the only thing left is me.”

Nick sobbed, eyes squeezed shut, body burning. He tried to twist, tried to thrust against Sean’s hand, but the bonds held him fast.

When Sean finally pushed inside him, Nick nearly screamed, his body clenching so hard it bordered on pain.

Sean fucked him mercilessly, slow and deep one moment, fast and brutal the next, keeping him teetering on the edge, never letting him fall.

“You’re mine,” Sean whispered harshly against his ear, each thrust punctuating the words. “Mine to bind. Mine to fuck. Mine to break. My sweet priestling.”

Nick broke first. Tears wet his cheeks, his voice raw. “Please, Sean...please let me...”

Sean grinned, kissing his temple. “That’s my good boy. Now come for me.”

And when Nick finally did, it tore through him like fire, violent and overwhelming, his entire body seizing around Sean as he spilled untouched across his stomach. Sean groaned, spilling deep inside him, riding him through it until Nick sagged limp in the restraints, boneless and wrecked.

Sean whispered a word, and the bonds dissolved into smoke. Nick’s arms fell weakly to his sides. He expected Sean to laugh, to mock him further.

Instead, Sean gathered him close, pulling him against his chest.

Nick stiffened in shock. “You’re… cuddling me?”

Sean smirked against his hair. “Don’t sound so surprised. You’ve had a rough night. Even demons know how to hold their lovers after.”

Nick’s chest ached, confused, torn between guilt and warmth as Sean’s arm tightened around him. For the first time in days, sleep came easily wrapped in the arms of the very creature he was supposed to exorcise.

---
Nick stirred awake to the faint light of dawn filtering through the shutters. His body was sore, his wrists tender from where Sean had bound him, his thighs still sticky with the mess of the night before.

For one drowsy moment, he thought maybe it had all been a dream.

Then Sean’s low chuckle rumbled in his ear.

“Awake already, priestling? Good. I’m not finished with you.”

Nick blinked, startled, only to find Sean stretched lazily beside him, muscles perfect even in the soft light, cock already half-hard against his thigh.

“I...I have morning prayers...” Nick stammered, trying to push up.

Sean’s hand shot out, shoving him back onto the mattress. “Prayers?” His smirk was wicked. “Forget prayers. Worship me instead.”

Before Nick could protest, Sean shifted, straddling his chest, pressing the heavy weight of his cock against Nick’s lips.

Nick gasped, flushing red. “Sean...”

“Open,” Sean ordered, voice dark and commanding. “You can spend your dawn sucking this cock instead of mumbling useless words to a God who doesn’t care about you.”

Nick’s resistance crumbled instantly under the heat in Sean’s gaze. His lips parted, and Sean slid into his mouth, thick and hot.

“Good boy,” Sean groaned, fisting Nick’s hair, rocking his hips slowly. “That’s it. Pray with your tongue. Worship me properly.”

Nick gagged slightly, tears pricking his eyes, but his cock twitched against his thigh, betraying him. Sean noticed and laughed softly, thrusting deeper.

When Sean finally pulled free, slick and glistening, he shoved Nick onto his stomach. “Now it’s time for your real morning ritual.”

Nick barely had time to catch his breath before Sean was inside him, driving hard, forcing his body awake with brutal pleasure. The wet slap of their bodies filled the chamber, the sound blasphemous against the morning silence.

Nick bit the sheets, muffling his cries, every thrust pulling him further from the idea of prayer, deeper into Sean’s control.

“You don’t need them,” Sean growled into his ear, fucking him harder. “You don’t need god. You don’t need your elders. You only need this. Me.”

Nick sobbed, ashamed of how right it felt. His body burned, clenching tight around Sean, desperate for release even as his soul screamed.

When Sean spilled inside him again, Nick collapsed, ruined before the day had even begun.

Sean pressed a lazy kiss to his shoulder, smirking. “There. Morning devotion complete. Now go play the good little acolyte, dripping with my seed while you kneel in their chapel.”

Nick’s face burned, but his cock throbbed with shameful arousal at the thought.

Chapter Text

Nick knelt in the chapel, head bowed, lips moving over the words of prayer. The voices of the other acolytes rose around him in solemn unison, filling the vaulted chamber with holy sound.

But Nick wasn’t praying.

He was trying to ignore the slow, humiliating trickle of Sean’s come sliding down his thighs beneath his robes.

Every time he shifted on the stone floor, he felt it wet and warm, smearing against his skin. Every whispered amen only echoed Sean’s growl in his ears: Good boy. Worship me instead.

Nick pressed his palms together harder, knuckles white. He whispered the words louder, trying to drown it out, but the memory only sharpened. Sean straddling his chest at dawn, shoving his cock past his lips. The way his throat had ached, the way Sean’s seed still clung to him now, binding him more surely than any rosary.

“Focus,” Nick muttered under his breath, shaking. “Please, just...focus.”

But his cock stirred against his thigh, traitorous, hard at the thought of being taken again. Shame lanced through him, and still he couldn’t stop.

He had been raised to be pure, devoted, a vessel for faith. Yet now, when he closed his eyes, he didn’t see God’s light. He saw Sean’s smirk. He felt Sean’s hands gripping his wrists, his hips, his throat.

The weight of guilt pressed heavier with every passing hour. When the elders questioned the acolytes, his voice wavered. When Brother Elijah brushed past him in the hall,looking at him intensely his chest seized with panic. Did Elijah know? Did they all?

And yet… in the hollow quiet between duties, in the echo of the chapel after the others had gone, Nick found himself whispering Sean’s name instead of God’s.

The spiral only pulled him deeper.

---
Nick lit every candle in his chamber that night. He stacked holy texts on the desk, traced protective verses across the walls, whispered prayers until his throat burned raw. His knees ached on the cold stone floor, but he didn’t stop.

God, hear me. Protect me. Keep him away.

He trembled, thinking of Sean’s eyes, Sean’s hands, Sean’s voice dripping into his mind like honey and venom both. If he could just hold fast. If he could just resist tonight, maybe the bond would weaken. Maybe he could reclaim himself.

The shadows shifted. The air grew hot.

Nick’s prayers faltered.

“No,” he hissed, clutching his rosary tighter. “You can’t come in. You can’t.”

The shadows laughed. The candles flickered, snuffed one by one until darkness swallowed the room.

Then Sean was there, solid, overwhelming, leaning against the make shift altar like he had every right to stand in the heart of Nick’s devotion.

“You think you can keep me out with pretty words?” Sean’s voice was low, dangerous. “You forget what bound us, priestling. Not prayer. Not purity. Desire.”

Nick scrambled back, shaking his head. “Leave me! I don’t want....”

Sean closed the distance in a stride, shoving him against the make shift altar. The stone dug into Nick’s back as Sean’s body pinned him there, hot and heavy.

“You don’t want me?” Sean snarled softly, grinding against him. “Then why do you ache every time I touch you? Why do you moan my name when you try to pray?”

Nick gasped, shame scalding him. “No, I...”

Sean grabbed his chin, forcing his gaze up. His eyes burned like embers. “I am what you desire. I am the answer to every prayer you never dared to speak. I know what your body craves, what your heart denies, and I’ll give you all of it.” His voice dropped to a growl. “So don’t you ever try to shut me out again.”

And then he kissed him, brutal, claiming, shoving Nick harder against the make shift altar.

Nick struggled weakly, torn between terror and want, but Sean’s hands stripped his robes open, his mouth devouring every sound he made.

When Sean bent him forward across the make shift altar and pushed into him, Nick cried out, the holy stone cold against his cheek while sin spread fire through his body.

Each thrust drove his prayer out of him, replaced with broken moans. The candles guttered, shadows writhing on the walls as if the whole chapel bore witness.

“Do you feel it?” Sean panted, fucking him harder, faster, the slap of their bodies echoing through the sacred chamber. “This is your truth. Not kneeling to a god who never touched you. Not mumbling empty words. Me. Filling you. Owning you. Claiming you.”

Nick sobbed, shamed and undone, but his body betrayed him completely clenching, burning, begging.

“Say it,” Sean demanded against his ear. “Say who you belong to.”

Nick choked on the words, the last thread of his resistance snapping. “You. I...I belong to you.”

Sean groaned, spilling into him, grinding him down against the make shift altar as Nick came untouched, crying out like a prayer torn from his soul.

When it was over, Sean kissed the sweat-damp curve of his neck, mocking and tender all at once.

“Good boy,” he whispered. “Remember this the next time you think to deny me. I’ll always break through. I’ll always take you. Because I’m the only one who truly listens when you pray.”

Nick shuddered, tears along with his cum wetting the make shift altar, and knew it was true.
---

Nick woke slowly, his body aching in ways that went beyond muscle or bone. His throat was raw from moaning, his hips sore from being slammed into stone, and his knees bore faint bruises where they had pressed against the altar.

Last night came back to him in flashes the candles guttering, Sean’s voice tearing through his prayers, the shameful ecstasy of giving in.

He groaned, covering his face with his hands. God, what have I done…

The mattress shifted beside him.

“Morning, priestling,” Sean murmured, voice low and warm, without the mocking edge that usually curled around it.

Nick peeked through his fingers. Sean lay sprawled lazily on the sheets, hair mussed, eyes half-lidded, watching him with something startlingly close to… concern.

“You alright?” Sean asked, softer this time. “Did I push too hard last night?”

Nick blinked, startled. That wasn’t what he expected. “I… you...” He swallowed. “You were rough.”

Sean’s mouth twitched in a smirk, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Yeah. I know. But I never want to break you in the wrong way.” His hand brushed Nick’s hair back, gentle, almost affectionate. “If I hurt you...tell me. I’ll rein it in.”

Nick’s breath caught. He didn’t know what to say. A demon was supposed to be cruel, relentless, unfeeling. But here Sean was, asking if he was okay.

Nick shifted nervously under the sheets, waiting for Sean to grab him, to flip him over for another brutal morning fuck. It had become routine. His body even ached for it.

But Sean only stretched with a lazy groan. “Don’t look so nervous,” he said. “I’m not going to jump you if you’re not in the mood.” He chuckled, voice like velvet. “I might be a demon, but I won’t take what you don’t want to give.”

Nick stared at him, stunned. “You… mean that?”

Sean rolled closer, pressing a slow kiss to his temple. “Of course I do. If you’re aching today, then we rest. I can wait until you crave me again.” His lips curled into a sly smile. “And you will crave me again.”

Heat rushed to Nick’s face. His heart fluttered with both shame and something he couldn’t name. Relief. Confusion. Need.

Sean nestled back against the pillows, pulling Nick into the curve of his body. For once, there was no hunger in his touch just warmth, an arm draped loosely around Nick’s waist, his breathing slow and steady.

Nick lay stiff for a moment, listening to the demon’s heartbeat, before he let his own body relax into the embrace.

And that was what terrified him most of all.

---

The room was still dim, the shutters blocking the worst of the morning sun. Sean’s arm rested heavy across Nick’s waist, his chest warm against Nick’s back. The silence should have been peaceful. Instead, it was suffocating.

Nick’s thoughts twisted like snakes. He had let Sean use him on the altar. He had given himself to a demon again and again. And now… he was lying in his arms, letting him hold him like a lover.

His lips moved before he could stop himself. “Why me?”

Sean hummed lazily, eyes half-closed. “What do you mean?”

Nick turned just enough to glance back at him. “You… you said I summoned you. But I didn’t. I never tried to.”

A sharp smile curved Sean’s lips. “Maybe not with chalk and blood and words. But you wanted me all the same.” His hand slid over Nick’s hip, resting just above the mark of his soreness. “Desire calls louder than any ritual, priestling. And yours was deafening.”

Nick’s breath hitched. “So… you didn’t come for me?”

Sean’s smirk faltered for a fraction of a second. His eyes burned lower, darker. “Someone else lit the fire. Lust. Desperation. They wanted me for themselves.”

Nick swallowed hard, stomach tightening. “Then why didn’t you…?”

“Because,” Sean said simply, leaning closer until his lips brushed Nick’s ear, “you were sweeter. Purer. Hungrier, even if you didn’t know it. The summoning dragged me through, but you...you kept me here. You sealed the bond with your body.”

Nick trembled. “So it doesn’t matter who summoned you?”

Sean chuckled low, pressing a kiss against his neck. “No. The moment I fucked you, you became mine. Their little ritual doesn’t matter anymore.” His voice dropped into a dangerous purr. “I belong to you now, just as you belong to me.”

Nick shivered, torn between fear and heat. “But… what about demons? Aren’t you supposed to corrupt and destroy?”

Sean’s grin flashed, sharp and devastating. “Corruption doesn’t mean ruin. It means truth. I strip away the lies they force on you the prayers, the purity, the chains. I give you what you want, what you crave, what your god never gave you. That’s not destruction, priestling.” He kissed him again, softer this time. “That’s freedom.”

Nick’s throat tightened. Freedom. That wasn’t what it felt like. And yet, pressed against Sean’s chest, his body sore but satisfied, he wasn’t sure it wasn’t true.

Chapter Text

Elijah lay awake in his cell, the candle burned down to a stub. His sheets were twisted, damp with sweat, his breath ragged.

It was happening again.

Every night since the summoning, the phantom sensations tore through him heat in his veins, the ghost of fingers spreading him, the dull echo of a cock filling him. But it was never enough.

He gritted his teeth, hand working furiously between his thighs, chasing what wouldn’t come. No matter how hard he pumped himself, no matter how deep he pushed his fingers inside, it always slipped away.

Because the pleasure wasn’t his.

It was Nick’s.

Elijah could feel it, every muffled moan, every tremor of release. The bond had carried the demon to this world, tethered him to lust, but instead of answering to Elijah, the demon had chosen another.

Chosen Nick.

The thought made Elijah's gut twist with rage and shame. Nick didn’t deserve it pious, bland Nick, too cowardly to even admit the hunger simmering in him. And yet it was Nick’s body that the demon stretched open each night, Nick’s mouth that moaned his name, Nick’s thighs that the demon marked with seed until dawn.

Elijah’s own body shook with frustrated need. His fingers were slick, his cock aching, but no release came. Just the hollow echo of someone else’s ecstasy.

He slammed his fist against the wall, teeth bared. “Fuck.”

He was tired of this. Tired of living off scraps, tired of lying in bed night after night, jerking himself raw while knowing the real thing was just down the hall near enough to taste, but not his.

His hand stilled, trembling with fury.

If the demon wouldn’t come to him willingly, then Elijah would find another way.

Nick wouldn’t keep what wasn’t his. Not for long.

---

Elijah sat in the back pew of the chapel, hands folded in mock devotion as the others prayed. His lips moved, but no words reached his tongue. His attention was fixed on one person.

Nick.

Nick knelt a few rows ahead, head bowed, posture tense. To anyone else, he looked like any dutiful acolyte, whispering the morning litany with the rest. But Elijah could see what others could not.

He could feel it.

The bond he had forged in the summoning circle still hummed faintly inside him a frayed tether. It should have tied the demon to him alone, body and soul. Instead, the current bled away, pouring into Nick like water into sand.

And when the demon touched Nick....when the demon took Nick...Elijah felt the ghost of it through that frayed cord.

The first time it happened, Elijah had been confused, trembling with phantom pleasure that never reached release. The second time, he had understood: His demon was feeding, but not from him.

By the third, there was no doubt.

It was Nick. Always Nick.

Elijah’s nails dug into his palms. Every night, he felt Nick’s body quiver with stolen bliss while his own ached empty, left with nothing but the humiliating echo.

And every morning, he saw the proof. Nick walking stiffly, lips bitten raw, eyes glazed with distraction. The faint flush that no prayer could explain. The subtle glow that spoke of nights spent writhing, not kneeling.

Elijah hated him for it.

That should have been mine. My demon. My pleasure. My bond.

The envy festered, twisting into something sharp, hungry. Elijah didn’t just want the demon back. He wanted to see Nick stripped of that glow, ruined and begging, left hollow once the demon was his again.

He leaned forward, whispering to himself as the prayers droned on.

“The bond isn’t sealed forever. There are ways to weaken it. To… redirect it.”

His lips curved into a slow smile.

If Nick thought he could keep what Elijah had summoned, he was wrong.

Nick might have sealed the bond with his body.

But Elijah intended to steal it back with his own.

---

Nick’s knees ached against the chapel floor. His lips moved through the words of morning prayer, but they felt hollow, stripped of power.

Last night, he had begged for protection. Sean had come anyway. Taken him on the make shift altar, buried sin in sacred stone. The memory of it still burned across his skin.

And worse....it had felt good.

Too good.

He shifted uncomfortably, thighs pressing together. His body still remembered Sean inside him, the soreness a constant reminder. His hole was damp even now, slick from where Sean had left his mark, as if to mock every holy word spilling from his mouth.

Nick squeezed his eyes shut tighter. Focus. Pray. Resist.

But Sean’s voice slithered through his thoughts, low and indulgent:
You don’t need them. You don’t need their god. You only need me.

His cock twitched traitorously beneath his robes. Nick bit the inside of his cheek until he tasted blood.

He had tried to pray the need away, but it only grew worse. The more he resisted, the hungrier he became, until his body craved Sean the way lungs craved air.

When the final prayer was spoken, Nick staggered to his feet, avoiding the eyes of the others. Elijah's gaze burned on his back, but Nick didn’t notice.

He hurried to his chamber, shutting the door with shaking hands. He needed to think, needed to plan.

He had to find out why Sean was here, who had summoned him, what purpose there was beyond Sean’s nightly claims. If he could just uncover the truth, maybe he could....

A whisper curled in his ear though the room was empty:
You already know the truth. You don’t want to escape me. You want me back inside you.

Nick’s knees buckled. He sank onto the bed, fists clutching the sheets, heart hammering.

He hated how right it felt.

---

The candles had burned low when Sean came again.

Nick was kneeling by his bedside, trying to force himself into prayer. His lips shaped words of devotion, but they faltered on his tongue as the air thickened, as heat crawled over his skin.

And then Sean was there.

The demon leaned against the wall, arms folded, eyes glowing with smug hunger. “On your knees again, priestling,” he drawled. “How fitting.”

Nick’s breath caught. He should have prayed harder. He should have resisted. But his body trembled with relief just seeing him.

Sean stepped closer, towering over him. His hand tangled in Nick’s hair, tilting his face up. “Why waste your breath on a god who never answers?” His thumb brushed Nick’s lips. “If you’re going to kneel, do it for something real. Something that feeds you.”

Nick shuddered, shame scorching through him. But he opened his mouth.

Sean’s cock slid across his tongue, heavy and hot, filling his mouth with the salt of his skin. Nick gagged softly, but Sean only groaned in approval.

“That’s it,” Sean rasped, hips rolling slow and steady. “Take me. Worship me. My body is your communion now.”

Nick moaned around the thick length, drool slicking his chin as he sucked deeper, harder. He hollowed his cheeks, letting Sean’s cock slide down his throat until his eyes watered.

Sean smirked down at him, stroking his hair almost tenderly. “Beautiful. So much holier like this than whispering empty prayers.”

Nick’s hands slid lower, cupping Sean’s balls. He sucked one into his mouth, then the other, worshiping them with the same reverence he once gave the cross. Sean groaned, his thighs tensing, hips stuttering as Nick tongued and kissed every inch.

When Nick went back to Sean’s cock, deep-throating until his throat spasmed, Sean yanked him up suddenly. Nick gasped, saliva smeared across his lips.

Sean kissed him hard, tasting himself on Nick’s tongue, then spun him toward the wall. In one smooth motion, he bent Nick forward, yanked his robes up, and pressed inside.

Nick cried out, the stone wall cool against his cheek, Sean’s cock burning into him with brutal force.

Sean’s hands gripped his hips tight, pulling him back onto every thrust. “You see now?” he growled into Nick’s ear. “This is prayer. This is truth. You kneel to me, you take me inside you, and I fill you with the only blessing you’ll ever need.”

Nick sobbed, body rocking helplessly with each thrust. His cock rubbed against the wall with every push, smearing precome, but Sean gave him nothing else only relentless penetration, the slap of bodies echoing through the room.

Sean’s rhythm grew wild, pounding him harder, deeper, until Nick could only cry his name.

And then Sean slammed him flush against the wall, pinning him there, rutting deep until heat spilled inside him. Nick’s body seized around him, helpless as Sean kept thrusting, forcing his climax to the surface. Each deliberate drive of Sean’s hips wrung Nick tighter, milking every spasm out of him until his cock spilled in messy streaks against the wall, his orgasm dragged out in perfect rhythm with Sean’s relentless pace.

Sean held him there, panting, still buried inside, whispering against his ear: “You’re mine, priestling. Every time you kneel, every time you pray, it’s me you’ll think of. Only me.”

Nick collapsed against the wall, ruined and trembling, knowing it was true.

---

Nick sagged against the wall, chest heaving, his body limp and trembling. His cock still dripped, the wall smeared with his release, his thighs streaked with Sean’s seed. Every part of him throbbed overused, overstimulated, undone.

He didn’t even have the strength to turn around.

Sean eased back, pulling out with a low groan. The hot spill of come trickled down Nick’s thighs, proof of the desecration. Nick whimpered faintly, too spent to move.

Then Sean’s arms were around him.

He lifted Nick easily, like he weighed nothing, carrying him from the wall to the bed. Nick half-protested, but his voice was a weak rasp. “W...wait, I...”

“Shhh.” Sean laid him down carefully, drawing the sheets up over his shivering body. His hand stroked Nick’s damp hair back, his touch unexpectedly gentle. “You’ve given enough tonight. Rest now.”

Nick blinked up at him, stunned. “You… you don’t want more?”

Sean’s lips curved into a soft, crooked smile. “I always want more.” He leaned close, brushing a kiss over Nick’s swollen mouth. “But I want you whole. I won’t take what your body can’t give. Not tonight.”

Nick’s heart clenched painfully. The tenderness was worse than the roughness..it was dangerous. Demons weren’t supposed to care. They weren’t supposed to tuck you in, to soothe you, to press a kiss to your temple like a lover.

And yet, Sean did.

Nick turned his face into the pillow, tears stinging his eyes. “You’ll come back tomorrow?”

Sean chuckled low, a promise in his voice. “Always.”

The mattress dipped as Sean slid in behind him, an arm curling around Nick’s waist, pulling him close. His body radiated heat, steady and protective.

Nick’s eyes fluttered shut, exhaustion dragging him under. The last thing he felt was Sean’s lips brushing his hairline and a whispered vow:

“You’re mine, priestling. Sleep knowing that.”

Chapter Text

Elijah could no longer sit idle.

Every night, the phantom tug of the bond mocked him. He felt the echoes of pleasure, but never the fullness of release. It was torture like a feast always just beyond his reach, while another ate from his plate.

And every morning, Nick gave himself away without realizing it.

The faint glow in his cheeks. The stiff walk, the hidden soreness in his steps. The distracted stare during prayer, lips moving but devotion empty. Elijah knew.

Nick had his demon.

It should have been him. He was the one who bled in the circle, who whispered the invocation, who carved sigils into his own skin to draw the power through. He was the one who had wanted, needed. Nick had done nothing yet somehow the demon had chosen him.

Elijah’s jaw tightened. No. Nick hadn’t been chosen. Nick had been in the wrong place, the wrong time, a vessel the demon had simply… slipped into.

And if the bond had slipped once, it could slip again.

That night, when the others slept, Elijah crept into the archives. Dust choked the air, old texts bound in leather stacked high on the shelves. Most were harmless histories, hymns, censored scriptures. But tucked deeper, behind locked gates, lay what the priests called the forbidden stacks.

Elijah had already stolen the key.

By the light of a single candle, he poured over the grimoires. His fingers traced faded ink that spoke of summoning, binding, severing. Some passages were half-burned, others smudged as though deliberately erased.

But the fragments were enough.

The bond between human and demon could be weakened. Could be redirected. If Elijah could draw the demon away from Nick break his hold, sever the seal of flesh then Elijah could reclaim what was his.

His lips curved into a thin smile.

The texts said the demon’s true name was power. But Elijah didn’t need a name. Not yet. Not if he could lure the demon through the tether itself.

And if that meant Nick had to suffer… so be it.

Elijah closed the book with a snap, the candlelight flickering across his eyes.

Enjoy him while you can, Nick, he thought bitterly. He won’t be yours for long.

---

The moon was high when Elijah returned to his cell, arms full of pilfered parchment and a vial of ink so black it seemed to swallow light. His hands shook with anticipation.

He cleared a space on the floor, shoving aside his cot and kneeling on the bare stone. From memory, he traced the circle smaller than the summoning ring he had drawn weeks ago, this one tighter, meant not to summon but to pull.

Blood slicked his fingertip as he pricked himself with a pin. He smeared it into the ink, mixing it until it gleamed dark and wet. Then he bent low, sketching sigils that felt half-familiar, half wrong, his pulse hammering faster with each stroke.

The final glyph closed the circle.

Elijah whispered words he had pieced together from scraps of text no full incantation, but enough to test the theory. His voice cracked, more with desperation than power:

“Return. Obey. Feed where you were meant.”

The candles guttered, shadows stretching long across the walls.

For a breathless moment, Elijah felt it the tether pulling taut, tugging against something stronger than himself. His chest tightened, cock stirring with sudden heat, as if the bond were shifting, flickering in his direction.

Then it snapped back, leaving him gasping on the floor, sweat dripping from his brow.

He laughed, breathless and giddy. It had worked something had worked.

He hadn’t pulled the demon fully, not yet. But the bond wasn’t as sealed as the books claimed. He could tug it. He could weaken it.

And if Nick felt the hollow ache that Elijah now savored, all the better. Let him know the fear of losing what wasn’t his.

Elijah wiped the blood from his hand, lips curling in a cruel smile.

“This is only the beginning.”

---

That night, Nick lit his candle and tried to pray. The words felt brittle, his throat dry. For the first time since Sean had appeared, he didn’t feel the demon waiting for him.

The air was still. Empty.

Nick’s chest tightened with panic. Where is he?

Then the shadows rippled, the heat rushed in, and Sean was there but not with his usual lazy confidence. His jaw was tight, his movements sharp, like a predator on edge.

“Sean?” Nick whispered, startled. “You look...”

Sean cut him off with a bruising kiss, pinning him against the bedpost. His hands were rough, tearing at Nick’s robes, shoving them aside like he couldn’t get skin fast enough.

Nick gasped as Sean lifted him, thighs spread wide, and sank into him in one hard, desperate thrust.

The cry that tore from Nick’s lips was part pain, part relief. Sean groaned into his neck, clutching him as though he might vanish.

“Something’s wrong,” Sean growled, hips snapping into him fast, frantic. “The bond… it pulled. Like someone tried to take me from you.”

Nick’s eyes went wide. “W-what?”

Sean silenced him with another kiss, fucking him harder, deeper, desperate to carve himself into Nick’s body. “Don’t think. Just hold me. Anchor me.”

Nick could only cling to him, overwhelmed, as Sean drove into him with raw need. It wasn’t the practiced teasing or deliberate corruption of before this was frantic, almost scared.

When Sean finally came, he buried himself deep, grinding hard as if to root himself inside. Nick shuddered, spilling over both their stomachs, his release torn out of him by the sheer intensity.

But Sean didn’t move.

Nick whimpered, trying to catch his breath, but Sean held him tight, cock still pulsing inside. His voice was low, ragged. “I’m not pulling out. Not until I soften. I need to stay in you, need the bond anchored. If I leave too soon…” His grip tightened. “I won’t risk it.”

Nick flushed hot, his body aching but strangely soothed by the fullness, by Sean’s weight pressing him down. His heart hammered. “You’re… scared.”

Sean’s laugh was short, bitter. “Demons don’t get scared. But losing you? That’d be close enough.”

Sean stayed inside him until his cock softened completely. When he finally pulled out, his release spilled down Nick’s thighs, sticky evidence of their bond. Sean traced the mess with his thumb, then lifted it to Nick’s lips.

“Open.”

Nick obeyed, sucking Sean’s thumb clean, shame and heat tangling inside him.

Only then did Sean speak, voice low and serious. “Someone meddled with the bond tonight.”

Nick’s breath hitched. “What do you mean?”

Sean’s gaze was sharp. “I felt it. A tug. Like hands on the tether, trying to drag me away.” His expression darkened. “Clumsy hands. Weak. But still dangerous.”

Nick’s stomach twisted. “Was it… me? Did I...”

Sean grabbed his chin, forcing him to meet his eyes. “No.” His tone was firm, brooking no argument. “Don’t even think it. You didn’t push me away. You’re the one keeping me here.”

Nick blinked at him, throat tight. “Then who…?”

“I don’t know yet. But listen to me.” Sean cupped his face with surprising gentleness. “If I ever get pulled into an evil cycle, if the tether frays and I start to lose myself....you can calm me. Anchor me.”

Nick frowned, confused. “How?”

Sean smirked faintly. “Touch me. Kiss me. Remind me I’m yours. Even a demon can be steadied if the bond is strong enough.” His thumb stroked Nick’s cheek. “You’re stronger than you think, priestling. Strong enough to handle me.”

Nick’s heart pounded. He never imagined a demon would teach him how to deal with one, let alone entrust him with something so dangerous.

Sean kissed him softly then, almost reverently. “Don’t ever doubt yourself again.”
----

Nick stirred as sunlight filtered faintly through the high window. His body felt heavy, sore in that way he had come to crave. When he shifted, he felt the faint wet slide between his thighs, the lingering traces of Sean’s seed from the night before.

A warm hand smoothed over his hip.

“Morning, priestling,” Sean’s voice purred, low and lazy, as though he had been watching Nick sleep. “You look wrecked. Sweet. Mine.”

Nick flushed hot, pulling the blanket higher out of reflex, but Sean tugged it down with ease, exposing the faint bruises and marks scattered across his chest.

“You should be getting up,” Nick whispered, though even as he said it his voice lacked conviction. “The bells...”

Sean leaned down, brushing his lips over Nick’s ear. “Forget the bells. Forget Him.” His hand trailed over Nick’s stomach, fingers curling around his cock, stroking slowly until it stirred to life. “Tell me who you want to worship.”

Nick gasped, trembling as his body betrayed him. His cock hardened eagerly in Sean’s grip, morning stiffness melting into arousal.

“That’s it,” Sean murmured, stroking him with deliberate slowness, almost reverent. “You’re already on your knees in your heart, aren’t you? Begging me. Praying to me.”

Nick’s breath caught. “Sean...”

Sean kissed him then, deep and slow, tongue sliding into his mouth as his stroking hand quickened just enough to make Nick’s hips buck helplessly. When he pulled back, his lips were slick, his voice a husky whisper.

“Yes. Just like that. Worship me, and I’ll reward you.”

He shifted Nick onto his stomach, spreading his thighs with a sure hand. Nick’s blush burned hotter as Sean pressed against his entrance, already loose from the night before. Sean slid in with maddening ease, their bodies fitting together like they had always been meant to.

Nick moaned into the pillow, clutching at the sheets, while Sean bent low over his back, teeth grazing his shoulder.

“Good boy,” Sean praised, thrusting deep and slow. “No prayers, no fear. Only me filling you, blessing you the way you deserve.”

Each roll of Sean’s hips pushed Nick deeper into surrender, until the only words left on his lips were broken gasps of Sean’s name.

By the time he came, spilling untouched beneath him, Nick knew with bone-deep certainty: there was no god in heaven who had ever made him feel this way. Only Sean.

Sean kissed the back of his neck as Nick shuddered through the aftershocks. “That’s the only worship I want. And you’ll never be punished for giving it.”

.....

Sean lay on his side, arm draped over Nick’s waist, thumb idly tracing circles on his damp skin. The candlelight was gone; only faint dawn glowed through the slit window.

Nick stirred against him, flushed and spent. “You… you could’ve left me for morning prayers,” he murmured.

Sean chuckled low. “Why would I, when I have you here? Besides your prayers are wasted on deaf ears.” He kissed Nick’s temple. “At least I answer.”

Nick swallowed, torn between guilt and the intoxicating warmth of Sean’s embrace. “You could have anyone here,” he said quietly. “The others...they’d fall to their knees for you.”

Sean’s eyes gleamed, sharp even in the soft light. “Ah. That’s the secret.”

He let the silence stretch, then leaned closer, lips brushing Nick’s ear. “When I came through the summoning, the call was crude. Desperate. Lustful. Someone wanted a demon to be their slave, their plaything.” His laugh was dark. “They thought they could bind me to serve them. Foolish.”

Nick stiffened slightly. “Then… you weren’t meant to come to me.”

Sean’s smile was sly. “No. My first thought was to indulge. This whole monastery...ripe with hunger, every boy aching under vows of denial. I could’ve had them all on their knees before me, mouths open in worship, bodies begging for release. I wanted it.” His fingers curled on Nick’s hip, possessive. “Still do.”

Nick’s chest tightened. The thought of Sean touching anyone else stung worse than he expected.

“But,” Sean continued, voice softer now, “I felt something stronger. Not the one who summoned me, not the others. You. Your need. Pure. Starving. You burned brighter than the rest of them combined. So I chose you.”

Nick turned to face him, eyes wide. “Chose me…”

Sean kissed him gently, silencing his doubts. “And now? I don’t want the rest. They’re ashes compared to you, priestling. You give me more than the whole monastery ever could.”

Nick exhaled shakily, torn between relief and fear at how much he wanted to believe those words.

Sean tucked him closer, satisfied smile curling his lips. Yes, he thought, watching Nick’s lashes flutter shut. Better than all of them. And mine to the last drop.

Chapter Text

Elijah had not slept.

His eyes burned red from candle smoke and exhaustion, his hands raw from where ink and blood had stained them. But he couldn’t stop. Not when every fiber of his being told him Nick was still feeding what should have been his.

Every time he closed his eyes, he saw it....Nick, flushed, gasping, filled. The bond pulsed in Elijah’s chest, mocking him, faint sparks of pleasure echoing from somewhere else in the monastery. He felt the rush of climax, but it was never his release. Never his body. It was like being forced to watch through a crack in the door, starving while someone else ate his feast.

His hand had grown tired of relieving himself to those phantom echoes. Fingers could only do so much. What he wanted...what he needed...was the real thing. His demon.

And he would take him back.

Elijah hunched over the stolen texts in his cell. By now, the candle stubs had burned low, wax puddled like pale entrails across the floor. He had drawn and redrawn the sigils, each line sharper, each cut into the stone deeper. His blood had dried in flakes where he’d pressed his palm to the circle.

The passages he pieced together whispered promises:

Sever the anchor.

Redirect the flow.

Claim the tether.

If he couldn’t summon the demon outright, he would starve Nick of him. He would bleed the bond until the demon had no choice but to crawl back to him for sustenance.

A cruel smile twisted his lips.

Nick wasn’t strong enough to hold a demon. Pious, pure, trembling little Nick he would crumble without guidance. Elijah, though… Elijah had desire and will enough to control the demon, to master him. He would succeed where Nick had only stumbled into power by accident.

He sliced his palm again, wincing as blood welled. The copper tang filled the air as he smeared it into the glyphs.

“Mine,” Elijah whispered hoarsely, voice cracking with hunger. “You were meant for me. You will be mine.”

The circle flared faintly, shadows bending. Elijah gasped, cock stirring even as his knees buckled beneath him. He felt the tether strain, that faint echo pulling taut. Somewhere in the monastery, Nick would feel it too a hollow ache, a tremor in the bond.

And Elijah laughed, even as his blood dripped faster onto the floor.

“Yes,” he hissed. “Break for me. Break for me, and I’ll take you back.”

-----

Nick knelt with the others, the hard stone biting into his knees. His lips moved, whispering the prayers by rote, but the words felt hollow. His body still ached from the night before soreness deep in his thighs, a tender throb low in his spine, the sticky memory of Sean’s release haunting him with every shift.

He winced when he stood, his legs stiff.

Brother Matthias, one of the elder priests, caught the motion. His brows furrowed. “You seem… unwell, Nicholas. You’ve been distracted. Absent from morning service more than once.”

Nick’s stomach clenched. “I....”

Before he could stammer out an excuse, another elder joined in, tone sharper. “We have noticed it. These are dangerous times, boy. Temptation circles the flock. Weakness is a crack the Enemy exploits.”

Nick’s mouth went dry. He bowed his head, murmuring, “Forgive me, Father. It won’t happen again.”

But their eyes lingered, suspicious.

The monastery had grown tense in recent days. The priests were restless, whispering in corridors, tightening their grip on the acolytes. The investigation into the summoning was intensifying books seized, questions asked, nightly checks enforced. No one knew who had drawn the demon in, but the elders were certain it had been someone within their walls.

And Nick… Nick felt the noose tightening.

By the time night fell, his nerves were frayed raw. He locked his door, heart pounding as he waited, the way he always waited now. Longing. Dreading.

But when Sean appeared, it wasn’t with his usual easy smirk. He emerged from the shadows with a taut jaw and restless eyes, his presence sharp rather than smooth.

Nick’s heart leapt. “Sean?”

The demon caught him by the shoulders, pushing him back against the wall. Not rough, but urgent, like a man afraid of losing his grip. His lips crushed against Nick’s, the kiss fierce, almost frantic.

Nick gasped when Sean pulled away, breath ragged. “The tether...someone’s pulling at it again. Harder this time.” His gaze flicked over Nick, checking him, as if to reassure himself he was still there. “I nearly didn’t make it through. Nearly.”

Nick’s stomach dropped. A hollow ache gnawed in his chest, as if something inside him had been tugged loose. He had thought it was guilt. Now he knew it was worse.

“Sean...”

“Shh.” Sean pressed his forehead against Nick’s, eyes burning. “I’m here. I won’t let them take me. But I need you. I need you more than ever.”

Nick trembled, torn between terror and desire. He should be praying, confessing, begging God to shield him. Instead, his arms wrapped around Sean’s neck, clinging tighter, desperate to hold him in place.
----

Sean’s eyes gleamed sharp, his grip bruising on Nick’s shoulders. Nick’s stomach knotted with fear was this what Sean had warned him about? The cycle?

He didn’t think. He dropped to his knees.

Sean stilled, startled, just as Nick tugged open his trousers with trembling hands. “Priestling...”

The rest of his words choked off when Nick’s mouth closed over him. Hot, heavy flesh slid across Nick’s tongue, stretching his lips obscenely. Nick gagged, eyes watering, but forced himself deeper, swallowing Sean until his nose pressed against coarse dark hair.

Sean groaned, head tipping back. His hand threaded into Nick’s hair, holding him still as his cock throbbed in the tight clutch of Nick’s throat. “Fuck… yes. Look at you, on your knees. Worshiping me the way you should.”

Nick moaned around him, hollowing his cheeks, drool slicking his chin. He pulled back only to suck Sean’s cockhead, tongue circling the slit before plunging down again. He took Sean’s balls into his mouth, sucking them wet, greedy, until Sean laughed, ragged and breathless.

“Yes, you remembered.” His hips jerked, shallow thrusts using Nick’s mouth. “You’re calming me, aren’t you? Clever boy. You don’t pray to Him anymore....you pray to me.”

Nick shuddered, hum vibrating around Sean’s cock. Sean’s thighs tightened, his groan breaking as he spilled into Nick’s throat.

“Swallow.”

Nick gulped desperately, drinking down every drop, licking Sean clean until Sean’s chest heaved steady again.

The demon hauled him upright, kissing him rough and deep, licking into his mouth like he wanted to taste himself on Nick’s tongue. “Perfect. You anchored me. Mine.”

Nick barely had time to catch his breath before Sean bent him over the bed, tugging his hips up.

“Hands down,” Sean growled, voice low and feral. “Knees wide.”

Nick obeyed, trembling, cheeks burning with the humiliation and thrill of it. Sean’s cock pushed back inside in one long, ruthless thrust, stretching him so wide he sobbed into the mattress.

Sean groaned, snapping his hips hard enough to make the bedframe slam against the wall. His hands gripped Nick’s waist, forcing him back onto his cock again and again.

“Listen to you crying already. You take me so well. Your body was made for this.”

Nick moaned, high and helpless, his cock dripping untouched against the sheets. Each thrust sent sparks racing up his spine, his whole body clenching around Sean.

Sean’s rhythm grew brutal, then shifted he leaned forward, pressing Nick flat, rutting him into the mattress.

Sean’s weight crushed Nick deliciously, cock driving even deeper from this angle. The sheets muffled Nick’s cries as Sean fucked him without mercy, filling him over and over, his hips grinding at the end of every thrust to keep him open.

“You feel that?” Sean whispered into his ear, voice hot and dark. “That’s me inside you, deeper than your prayers ever reached. You don’t need God. You need me.”

Nick sobbed, release ripping from him untouched, spilling hot between his stomach and the sheets. Sean groaned when he felt the spasms clench around his cock, pounding through them until he came again, flooding Nick with heat, grinding deep to stay buried.

Nick lay trembling, stuffed and leaking, pinned under Sean’s weight. His throat raw, his body aching, yet his heart beat with a terrible, sinful certainty: he would never want anything else again.

---
Nick lay boneless, chest pressed to damp sheets, his whole body buzzing from the rough use. His hole still fluttered around Sean’s cock, wet and messy, the heat of Sean’s release dripping from him.

Then Sean moved not away, but down. He pulled out slowly, kissing Nick’s shoulder as he eased him onto his back, ignoring the stickiness between them. He wiped Nick’s tears with his thumb, then stroked the sweaty hair back from his forehead as if he were something fragile.

“You did so well,” Sean murmured. His voice had lost its edge, deep and warm now, heavy with affection. “On your knees, swallowing me down. Bending for me. Taking everything I gave you. Perfect, priestling.”

Nick flushed, breath hitching. The words should have shamed him. Instead, they soothed him, made him ache with a strange, terrible pride.

Sean’s hand drifted down Nick’s chest, not with lust this time, but slow, tender touches—mapping him, claiming him. “You feel it, don’t you? The bond. How it tightens every time we’re together.”

Nick swallowed hard. “I… I do. When you’re not here, I feel… hollow.”

Sean’s smile curved sly, but his eyes softened. “That’s because you are mine. And I am yours. The bond runs both ways, priestling. It’s stronger with each night. Each prayer you skip for me. Each time you take me inside you.”

Nick’s stomach knotted with guilt and relief all at once. “But what if I...what if I fail? If I’m not enough?”

Sean leaned closer, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth, then his throat, then his chest. “You could never fail me. You calmed me tonight. You anchored me when the tether shook. Do you understand how rare that is? No priest, no summoner, has ever steadied me like that.”

Nick’s breath hitched. His heart ached with the weight of it...chosen, cherished, damned.

Sean gathered him close, tucking Nick’s head against his shoulder like he was something precious. “You don’t need to be afraid. As long as the bond holds, I will never leave you. And tonight you made it stronger. You pleased me. You anchored me. You made me yours.”

Nick shut his eyes, trembling, clutching Sean’s chest as though he could sink inside him. He should have felt corrupted. Instead, he felt… safe.
---

The room still smelled of sweat and sex, the sheets damp beneath them, but Nick didn’t care. He was curled against Sean’s chest, head rising and falling with the steady rhythm of the demon’s breathing. Sean’s hand traced slow, lazy circles along his back, sharp claws softened into soothing touches.

Nick found himself speaking before he could stop. “Sean… why do demons answer summoning calls?”

Sean’s fingers paused, then continued their strokes. “Mm. What a serious question for a boy just thoroughly fucked.” His lips quirked, amused. “Why do you want to know about that, priestling? Planning to replace me with another demon?”

Nick flushed hot, shaking his head. “No! I just… I want to understand. To help you. To find who really summoned you.”

Sean tilted his head, pretending to consider him, eyes gleaming in the candlelight. Then he leaned down and kissed Nick’s temple, lingering. “Oh, priestling. You know how to make my heart flutter.”

Nick blinked up at him. “You have a heart?”

“Not in the way you mean,” Sean chuckled, brushing his thumb over Nick’s lips. “But the bond makes me feel… things I didn’t plan on. You’re not just some vessel I fill. You’re my anchor. That makes you dangerous, even to me.”

Nick swallowed, unsettled by the softness in his tone. “So there is another summoner out there.”

“There is.” Sean stretched, the movement sinuous, casual. But his eyes stayed sharp. “But they don’t matter. Whoever they are, they won’t get me. Not while you keep me bound.” His hand slid down, squeezing Nick’s hip, possessive. “Not while I keep you mine.”

Nick’s heart twisted, torn between dread and a terrible, sweet rush of pride.

Sean kissed him again, slower this time, coaxing rather than claiming. “Sleep, priestling. We’ll deal with your questions another night.”

But as Nick drifted into exhausted slumber, he couldn’t shake the truth: Sean had given him answers, but never the whole truth. And yet, in his arms, Nick didn’t care.

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Nick woke sticky and sore.

Sean was already gone, as he always was when daylight threatened, leaving Nick tangled in damp sheets that smelled of sex. His thighs ached, sticky with the dried mess Sean had deliberately left trailing down his skin. His hole was still tender, loose, wet with the deeper heat that hadn’t yet leaked out.

Nick shifted and hissed softly, the stretch a sharp reminder of the way Sean had taken him the night before first on his knees, then pressed flat, Sean’s weight pinning him while he filled him again and again. His body bore the memory as surely as his heart.

He should have prayed. He should have scrubbed himself clean, begged forgiveness. Instead, Nick lay there for a long moment, his hand brushing over his stomach, shivering at the phantom sensation of Sean still inside him.

I should hate this.
So why do I crave it already?

By the time he forced himself to wash and dress, the ache hadn’t eased. Every step down the cold stone hall was a reminder, each rub of his robes between his legs stoking a low, shameful throb of need.

And people were starting to notice.

At morning prayers, his voice faltered, words sticking in his throat. He tried to bow low, but stiffness made him wince. Brother Matthias’ eyes flicked toward him, sharp as a hawk. Another acolyte glanced at him sidelong, whispering to a neighbor.

Nick’s pulse hammered. He bowed deeper, trying to hide, but that only made the soreness worse.

When the prayer ended, one of the elders stopped him before he could leave.

“You have been absent too often, Nicholas,” the old man said, voice low but cold. “Your dedication falters. Temptation creeps into the cracks. I trust you are not… hiding anything.”

Nick bowed, forcing calm into his voice. “No, Father. I only struggle with exhaustion. It won’t happen again.”

The elder studied him a moment longer, then released him with a gesture. But Nick felt the weight of suspicion linger long after he left the hall.

He kept his eyes down as he walked, but in his chest, his heart beat a frantic prayer of its own: Sean, come back to me. Please.

---

Elijah sat in the shadowed alcove of the library, the candlelight painting his hollow cheeks and the scabs on his hands. His body screamed with fatigue, wrists aching from where he had pressed blood into the summoning circle night after night.

And still, the demon did not come.

The bond mocked him instead, faint echoes of pleasure that weren’t his own Nick’s cries of release vibrating along the tether, tge demon's satisfaction spilling over into Elijah’s chest like someone else’s feast shoved under his nose.

Elijah gritted his teeth, the taste of copper thick on his tongue. He should be mine. Mine.

If the demon would not return willingly, Elijah would force his hand.

His gaze slid to the heavy tomes stacked on the desk, the scrolls he had stolen. He had read enough to understand the priests’ methods. They were already searching for the one who had opened the gate. Already muttering suspicions. All Elijah needed to do was nudge their gaze in the right direction.

Toward Nicholas.

A cruel smile tugged at his lips. Nick, sweet and soft-spoken, the one they thought destined for holiness. How easy it would be to mark him with a whisper here, a planted scrap of parchment there. To slip a candle into his trunk, a scrap of chalk into his drawer.

The High Priest would believe it. And once Nicholas was dragged into the circle, bound for exorcism… the demon would have no choice.

The ritual would tear the bond apart. And a demon cast out always seeks the one who called it first.

Me.

Elijah's cock stirred even as his fists clenched. He could almost feel it already the demon, furious and unmoored, finally turning to the summoner who had begged for him, bled for him, wanted him more than anyone else.

“I’ll have you,” Elijah whispered into the dark, voice ragged with hunger. “If I have to burn Nicholas to ash, I’ll have you.”

The candle guttered low, throwing his face into warped shadows. But Elijah was already planning, every step sharpening in his mind: the evidence, the whispers, the patient build until suspicion became certainty.

Soon.

---

By the second evening, Nick could feel it.

The way conversations cut off when he entered a room. The way eyes lingered too long on him during meals. Even Brother Matthias, who had once shared quiet smiles with him during study, would no longer meet his gaze.

Something had shifted.

When he returned to his chamber after prayers, he found a scrap of chalk tucked inside his drawer. White, dusted with the faint lines of a circle. His stomach dropped. He didn’t own chalk.

Someone had placed it there.

His heart thudded as he shoved it deep beneath his linens. If he took it to the High Priest, they would only ask why it was in his possession in the first place. He could already hear their voices: Temptation creeps into the cracks. Are you hiding something, Nicholas?

Nick pressed his palms together, trying to breathe. “This isn’t real,” he whispered. “It isn’t.”

But it was. Every movement through the monastery felt heavier now, his own shadow stretching too long against the stone. He caught fragments of whispers: sleepless, distracted, always sore…

They were watching him. Waiting.

And still, when night fell and the cold sank into the stones of his cell, Nick found himself kneeling in the dark, clutching the sheets like a lifeline, whispering the only name that eased the coil of dread in his gut.

Sean. Please.

The air stirred.

It was colder, sharper this time when Sean arrived, his smile faint but unsettled. His gaze swept over Nick, lingering as though he too could feel the tightening noose around him.

“You’re tense tonight, priestling.” Sean’s voice was silk wrapped over steel. “What are they whispering about you?”

Nick swallowed hard. “I don’t know. But something’s wrong. I can feel it.”

Sean’s smile darkened, a flicker of something dangerous in his eyes. “Then let them feel me too.”

And when he drew Nick against him, when Nick dropped to his knees in wordless surrender, the taste of Sean on his tongue burned away the fear if only for a while.

---

The air was heavy with the weight of Sean’s presence, shadows curling at the edges of the chamber as if even the stones bowed to him.

Nick dropped to his knees.

It wasn’t prayer this time it was need. Sean’s hand settled on his head like a benediction, thick cock already heavy against Nick’s lips.

“Good,” Sean murmured, his voice molten. “You remember your place, priestling. Open that holy mouth for me.”

Nick obeyed. His lips stretched around the swollen head, tongue swirling, throat tightening as he forced himself deeper. Sean groaned, low and rough, his grip tangling in Nick’s hair.

“That’s it,” Sean rasped, guiding the rhythm. “Such devotion. You worship me better than you ever worshipped them.”

Nick gagged, spit slicking his chin, but he didn’t stop. He sucked harder, taking Sean’s balls into his mouth, rolling them on his tongue before swallowing him whole again. Sean’s thighs trembled under the onslaught, every sound he made sending heat pooling between Nick’s legs.

When Nick finally pulled back, gasping, Sean caught his chin, forcing him to look up.

“Beautiful little priestling,” he said, eyes burning. “On your knees you look perfect, but I want you higher tonight.”

Sean shifted back, settling onto the hard chair in the corner of the room straight backed, almost throne-like in the shadows. He spread his legs wide, cock glistening, a wicked invitation.

“Come ride me,” he ordered softly. “Take your sacrament where it belongs.”

Nick’s body moved before his thoughts caught up. He climbed into Sean’s lap, trembling as Sean guided him down. The thick head pressed against his loosened entrance, and Nick gasped when Sean slid inside with one long, relentless thrust.

“Oh God,” Nick choked, arms locking around Sean’s shoulders.

“Not God,” Sean growled, teeth grazing Nick’s throat. “Say my name.”

“Sean...ah, Sean”

Sean’s hands gripped his hips, holding him steady as Nick rocked, lifting and sinking onto him. Every movement drew sharp pleasure through Nick’s core, the fullness overwhelming. Sean kissed him hungrily, swallowing every moan, his praise spilling hot against Nick’s lips.

“You’re perfect like this,” Sean murmured between thrusts. “Taking me deep, so tight, so hungry. My sweet priestling, riding me like you were made for it.”

Nick sobbed against his mouth, bouncing harder, thighs burning with the effort. Each downward grind pressed Sean’s cock against that spot inside him that sent sparks racing through his vision.

“Sean...please...I can’t....”

“Yes, you can,” Sean purred, dragging his mouth down Nick’s jaw, biting lightly at his throat. “You’re doing so well. Look at you, fucking yourself on me like a desperate little sinner.”

Nick clung to him, overwhelmed by the heat, the praise, the way Sean filled him so completely. His release built fast, aching, but Sean held him there, forcing him to keep moving, praising him until Nick shattered apart, spilling untouched between them as Sean’s cock pulsed deep inside.

Sean held him through it, arms strong around his back, kissing him tenderly even as he fucked up into him one last time, spilling himself hot and heavy into Nick’s body.

When Nick collapsed against his chest, trembling and boneless, Sean stroked his hair and whispered, “That’s my boy. You’ve worshipped me well.”

---

Nick drifted boneless in Sean’s lap, forehead pressed to the demon’s shoulder, the air still heavy with the scent of sweat and sex. His body hummed with aftershocks, his thighs trembling where they clung to Sean’s hips.

For a long moment, neither moved. Sean only held him, stroking his hair with a gentleness that felt at odds with the raw power he had just poured into him.

Finally, Sean shifted, lifting Nick as though he weighed nothing. Nick’s head lolled against his chest, dazed, pliant. Sean carried him to the bed and laid him down with surprising care, smoothing the sheets before lowering Nick into them.

Nick blinked up at him, lips swollen, cheeks flushed, the weight of exhaustion dragging at his limbs.

Sean brushed damp hair from his forehead, his touch warm and grounding. “Rest,” he murmured. “You’ve given me everything tonight.”

Nick’s throat worked, but no words came. Only a soft exhale as Sean pulled the blanket up over him, tucking it carefully beneath his shoulders.

“You worry too much about them,” Sean continued, voice lower now, steady as stone. “Their whispers, their suspicion… none of it matters. Not while you’re mine.”

Nick’s eyes fluttered shut, but Sean’s words sank into him, heavy and sure.

“No harm will come to you,” Sean said, leaning close until his lips brushed Nick’s temple. “Not while our bond holds. I would tear this monastery apart stone by stone before I let them touch you.”

A shiver ran through Nick, but it wasn’t fear. It was something deeper, something that made him press his face into the pillow and whisper, almost soundless, “Promise?”

Sean smiled, sharp and soft all at once. He kissed Nick’s hair. “You have my word, priestling. No god, no priest, no summoner will ever take you from me.”

Nick sighed, tension slipping from his body at last. Wrapped in Sean’s scent, cocooned in warmth and exhaustion, he surrendered to sleep, never noticing the faint curl of shadow that lingered where Sean sat. A silent reminder that protection and possession were one and the same.

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Elijah's fingers shook as he traced the last line of chalk. Sweat clung to his brow, his lips raw from whispering the words over and over.

Come to me. Come to me. Come to me.

The air thickened, heavy with sulfur and musk. Shadows stirred. And then he was there.

The demon.

Elijah's breath caught. He fell to his knees at once, staring up at the vision before him: tall, broad shoulders filling the chamber, chest carved like marble, thighs thick and powerful. Exactly the kind of man Elijah had dreamed of, had touched himself to for weeks in frustrated secrecy.

“Finally,” Elijah gasped, tears pricking his eyes. “You’re even more beautiful than I imagined. All this time you should have been mine. I called you. I summoned you. I’ll ride you until I can’t walk, I swear...”

Sean tilted his head, smiling faintly. Not kind. Not warm. Just sharp, amused.

“Is that what you think?” His voice was velvet stretched over a blade.

Elijah scrambled closer, already tugging at his robes. His cock was stiff, straining against the fabric, desperate. “Yes. Yes! You belong to me. You’ll fuck me until I scream. You’ll give me what you’ve been wasting on him...”

Sean crouched down, eye to eye, and Elijah’s heart stuttered at how close, how perfect, how his this could be. He reached for Sean’s chest warm, hard muscle under his palm only to freeze when Sean’s smile widened.

“You poor little acolyte,” Sean murmured. “You didn’t summon me. You only cracked the door.” His eyes burned, crimson and cruel. “I chose who to step through it for. And it wasn’t you.”

Elijah blinked. Confusion, then rage. “No you’re lying! You’re mine! I’ve dreamed of you, prayed for you...”

Sean’s laugh rolled low, mocking, and it made Elijah's cock twitch despite the dread clawing at his belly.

“You wanted a demon to spread you open, fuck you raw, make you into a toy,” Sean said. “And you thought I’d oblige? No. But…” He leaned close, lips brushing Elijah's ear. “I know others who might enjoy you.”

The circle flared. The shadows thickened, warping into forms Elijah couldn’t name glimpses of muscle, claws, mouths, laughter too deep to be human.

Elijah gasped, half in terror, half in lust. His cock throbbed, leaking. “Yes… yes, I’ll take them, I’ll take all of you...”

Sean rose, towering over him, eyes gleaming. “Then take. And when they’re done, you’ll wish you had never touched chalk in your life.”

The first hand closed on Elijah's wrist, another on his throat, another on his thighs. Mouths whispered filth against his skin, too many tongues, too many teeth. He moaned, arching, thinking he was finally in paradise.

But the pleasure didn’t stop. It stretched past delight, past control, into a torment that scraped his mind raw. Every time he thought he would spill, the demons denied him. Every time he sagged toward release, they wrenched him back up into more, more, more.

Sean stood at the edge of the circle, arms folded, watching with lazy satisfaction.

“You wanted to ride me forever?” he called over Elijah’s wrecked gasps. “Then ride them. Day and night. Until your body breaks.”

Elijah screamed, his voice cracked with ecstasy and horror, and somewhere inside it turned to laughter high, fractured, endless.

When Sean finally dismissed the others, Elijah lay curled on the floor, naked and ruined, muttering incoherently. His eyes were wild, his cock still hard, leaking without relief.

Sean crouched beside him, brushing sweat soaked hair from his face. “Pathetic. You could have been clever. Instead, you became my entertainment.”

He leaned close, whispering one last truth. “Remember this, little summoner: I was never yours. I was always his.”

And with that, Sean dissolved into shadow, leaving Elijah trembling, babbling, insane.

---

Elijah was discovered at dawn.

The acolytes who went to check the storeroom swore later that they had heard laughter before they opened the door high, frantic, echoing like madness. When they pushed inside, they found Elijah sprawled on the floor, naked, skin covered in chalk dust and wax drippings. His eyes were wide and glassy, his mouth working ceaselessly.

“Muscles… tall… mine, mine, mine… should have been mine…”

The circle he had drawn was still visible on the stone, lines jagged and desperate. Candles guttered, burned down to wax puddles. The stench of sulfur hung heavy in the air.

They dragged him before the elders, covering his body in a spare robe. But Elijah didn’t stop muttering. His hands clawed at the air, grasping at visions no one else could see.

“Rode me… riding… Nick has him, Nick has my demon”

The hall buzzed with whispers.

The High Priest silenced them with a raised hand, his face like carved stone. He bent to study Elijah, whose lips kept spilling filth kept repeating "my demon" tangled with Nick’s, over and over, until the words blurred into nonsense.

When he finally spoke, his voice was cold and sharp.

“This is corruption made flesh.”

He gestured toward the half mad boy kneeling at their feet. “A failed acolyte. A failed summoner. But listen closely, brothers hear the name he repeats.”

The whispers flared again: Nicholas. Nicholas. Nicholas.

The High Priest’s gaze turned toward the chamber doors, where Nick’s absence was already conspicuous.

“Find him,” the High Priest commanded. “Bring him here. If he is the root of this corruption, we will cut him out by force. If he survives the rites, he will return to us cleansed. If not…” His expression hardened. “Then God will judge him.”

The acolytes bowed their heads, already moving to obey.

And Elijah? He only laughed, clutching at his own cock through the robe, whispering my demon between sobs.

----

The chamber reeked of incense and rot.

Thick ropes bit into Nick’s wrists and ankles, binding him spread-eagle to the cold stone slab. A circle of chalk and ash enclosed him, its faint red pulse growing brighter with each verse the priests chanted.

Every word burned through him a foreign, searing light crawling under his skin. Nick arched and cried out, the bond inside him thrashing violently, as though Sean himself were being torn apart.

“Hold him!” barked the High Priest, sweat slicking his brow.

Two acolytes pressed his shoulders down hard. Nick’s robe had been torn open, baring his chest, his thighs.... his shame.

The High Priest leaned close, breath sour with incense and wine.
“Do you think we don’t know?” he hissed. “They whisper about you, Nicholas. Limping every morning. Wincing when you kneel. Walking like a boy who’s been used hard.”

His hand slid low, fingers digging cruelly into Nick’s hip. “Who fucks you?”

Nick bit his tongue until he tasted blood, refusing to speak.

The priest’s lips curled. “It’s that demon, isn’t it? Don’t worry.” He looked to the eager acolytes standing nearby, faces flushed, shifting on their feet. “We’ll fuck his seed out of you.”

One acolyte licked his lips, hand already sliding beneath his robe. Another gripped Nick’s thigh, tracing up toward his groin. The priest tugged at his belt, savoring the moment.

Nick thrashed, panic clawing up his throat. The ropes cut deeper. Their hands were everywhere greedy, mocking, invasive. The chanting faltered, replaced by low laughter and rustling cloth.

Then...

The air cracked.

Candles guttered out. A suffocating heat rolled through the chamber, snuffing the chant into silence.

The chalk circle hissed and split.

Sean stood in its center, smoke curling off his skin. His eyes blazed crimson, his muscles taut, his face twisted into something monstrous.

The High Priest froze mid-motion, half-undressed, mouth hanging open.

“You dare,” Sean growled....his voice layered with something inhuman, guttural and deep “to touch what is mine?”

The nearest acolyte didn’t have time to scream. Sean’s hand closed around his skull and slammed it against the wall with a sickening crack. Bone and blood splattered across the stones.

Another tried to run. Sean’s claws caught him mid-step, slicing through ribs and flesh. The boy fell in two pieces.

The High Priest stumbled back, chanting frantically, words tripping over themselves. Sean’s shadow swallowed him whole.

The demon lifted him by the throat, nails puncturing skin. “You lined yourselves up,” he snarled, “to take turns with him?” His lips peeled back in a terrible grin. “Let me show you what turns truly look like.”

He slammed the priest down ..... once, twice until the body went limp, the skull split open like ripe fruit.

Silence fell.

Only Nick’s ragged sobs filled the room.

Sean turned, blood dripping down his arms, chest heaving. His eyes flicked to Nick...still bound, trembling, bare. The fury wavered, replaced by something almost human.

He crossed the room in two strides, tearing the ropes away, pulling Nick into his arms.

Nick clung to him weakly, shaking, unable to stop crying.

Sean murmured low, his voice rough and wrong, still vibrating with power. “You’re mine. No one else. Never again.”

He lifted Nick easily, carrying him through the ruined hall. The monastery’s candles burned low, their smoke curling like the remnants of a dying prayer.

---

The air outside was cold. Sean’s body radiated heat, blood still slick on his hands. Nick’s skin was raw, marked with rope burns, cuts, bruises. He stirred faintly, whispering Sean’s name.

“Sean…” His voice cracked. “I’m here…”

The bond pulsed weakly....fragile, fraying. The exorcism had torn it nearly apart.

Sean’s body trembled, still half-lost in rage. His instincts screamed: reclaim him, fill him, anchor him. The only cure demons knew.

But Nick’s body was too broken. He wouldn’t survive the night if Sean gave in.

Sean clenched his jaw, forcing the urge down.

Instead, he shifted Nick higher in his arms, holding him as if he’d shatter. The monastery loomed behind them, its walls blackened, its so-called holy men reduced to ash and ruin.

He’d always sensed their filth the way they watched Nick, the hunger behind their sermons. They hid their depravity behind faith. Hypocrites. Monsters.

Nick was delicious, yes... but he was his. No one else’s.

Sean pressed a kiss to his temple, voice low and firm.

“You’ll never suffer their hands again. If this world cannot protect you, then it does not deserve you.”

His crimson eyes burned against the dark horizon.

“I’m taking you to my world, priestling. Where no one can touch you. Where no one but me will ever dare look at you again.”

He tightened his hold on Nick and stepped into the shadows.
The boundary between worlds trembled... and split.