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Antonio smiles as he bids farewell to the last guest of the sermon. Imelda is an old woman, she had been coming to this church since she was born, Antonio had known her since he was a child. She was one of the people who inspired him at a young age to become a priest, to dedicate his life and purpose to the church.
The church was his livelihood. It was everything he had ever wanted, all that he desired, to serve others through it. It was shocking how fast he had run up the ranks, from being an altar boy as a child, all the way to the head priest now in his twenties. The church was his home. He smiled happily as she left, another sermon completed. His attendees were pleased, they loved him, they loved his passion for the scripture. Antonio was young, kind, energetic, some might say being easy on the eyes helped his popularity too, but he didn’t let it go to his head. Antonio Fernandez Carriedo was truly egoless, to the surprise of many. He was a hard worker, he came early, he stayed late. Antonio didn’t like to leave the church until after the last person attending the sermon had been gone for hours.
Antonio usually took the time at the end of a sermon for self-reflection and private prayer. He was always trying to do better, to improve his message, to preach with more heart. He welcomed the critique of any, though most who stayed after to give their words could only find more ways to praise him. Imelda was one of them. Though he was always happy to have a conversation with her, he was relieved when she left. Today’s sermon was particularly taxing and the Spaniard couldn’t wait to finally let his guard down and relax. He walked her to the door, promises laden on his lips to attend her ninety-eighth birthday party the women’s congregation was throwing her in the coming weeks.
“The Lord be with you.” She smiled, wrinkling up to her eyes as she recited the common Catholic goodbye.
“And also with you.” He finished happily, closing the church door behind her and placing the bar to lock it. Antonio let out a sigh of relief, bracing himself against the ancient wood, only to let out a frightened scream when he turned around.
A man stood at the votive candles, reaching out to light one.
His back was to the priest, seemingly entirely unalarmed by his scream. Antonio had been sure the church was empty, typically no one stayed later than Imelda. The more he looked at the boy the more he started to become sure he hadn’t seen him in the congregation at the day's mass at all, suddenly Antonio felt the urge to flee. His body sensed danger, even if he couldn’t see it. The boy looked to be about his age, maybe a bit shorter, with dark brown hair. There was nothing out of the ordinary about him, why was he suddenly so scared? He had to clear his throat and talk.
“Perdóname lo siento," The man, rather, extended a hand over to the candles assumingly to light one. Perhaps he was having a hard time? Or someone had just died and he needed the comfort of the church to grieve? Antonio so badly wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt.
The hand extended to the flames and gently lapped into them, the same motion as someone washes their hands in the holy water basin at the front of the church. Antonio screamed, rushing over and pulling the boy's hand from the engulfing fire.
“What are you doing! You’re going to–”
He stared down at the hand he grasped, at each perfect finger and the smooth skin of the top of his palm, all of which had just been submerged in fire, but were free of burns.
And so cold.
Shaking with fear he looked up from the hand and met the man’s eyes.
What color were they? Were they green, brown, or gold? Did they have irises at all, or were they all devoid black? How could they look so much like flames? Why did his eyelashes frame his eyes like that, like the most tempting woman, like a God? Were everyone’s pupils diagonal like that? Wait, were they even like that– no – absolutely not, it was just a mistaken glance, they were normal, round just like his own. Right?
The man’s face was carved of Antonio’s own dreams. Ethereal in a way that it should not be. His lips were full and pink, so perfect and without a flaw that when he opened his mouth the tiniest bit to smirk at the gaping priest, he didn’t even notice the teeth that seemed just a tad too sharp. Antonio was powerless to stop him, pliant and malleable in his hands as the one not held by his own reached out to trace up his neck and hold his jaw. The look in his eyes, how could it stop him like that? How did it make his muscles freeze and his bones harden to stone, how could it pin him in place like that? Could it pin him to a cross, too?
The man looked at him like he was nothing, the way a spoiled child looks at a toy on Christmas Day, a mere possession. Was he possessed? The man, or creature, whatever it may be, pursed its sinful lips, making a humming noise as it inspected him.
“You truly are pathetic, aren’t you? Maybe the worst I have ever seen of your kind.” His voice was like honey, melting and sweet on the tongue. He could tell Antonio to drop poison into the communion wine and he would have no choice to obey, no ability to fight. What was this?
“I–” Antonio stuttered, consumed in fear and other unmistakable forbidden feelings.
“Come on now, Antonio, you can do better than that, surely?” The way it purred his name, chills ran through his spine like bullets.
“What are you?” The priest managed to whisper, the creature smirked.
“ Yours. If you desire it. And I know you do.” It spoke, out of the corner of his vision the flames of the votive candles raged, burning brighter and taller than what should be possible.
“I do not deal with your kind.” The Spaniard stuttered, shaking in the creature’s grasp. If only he could make it to a pew, grab a bible, a cross, anything to make him feel safe. He didn’t want to, no matter how much he reasoned with himself, his body wanted him to stay. Or maybe, the creature did.
“And what is my kind? Am I the devil, Antonio? You are a man of God, you could not possibly desire the devil.”
“I do not desire evil, no.” The priest spat angrily, the demon laughed.
“Oh, but you do. You desire me, greatly.” The hand he once had trapped between his own escaped, moving down to press on the unfortunately visible bulge in his pants, Antonio hissed. It laughed again.
“Don’t you know that it is a sin to lie, especially in the house of your God?” It teased, pressing harder with the palm of its hand.
“It is a sin to fabricate the truth but so is lying with another man.” Antonio spat back, unfortunately, powerless to pull away.
“So you have sinned twice?”
“I have not–”
“But if it is a sin to lie, and it is a sin to sleep with a man, then you have. You lied to me and you want to sleep with me–”
“I do not– I would not– ever – I would never lie with another man!”
“Antonio, I only appear to you as a man because that is what you desire. If you desired a woman, I would have been a woman. But you do not. There is no reason to hide.” It purred, laughing at the red that stained his cheeks.
The priest paused at the other’s words, this was the first time the creature had admitted to not being a human outright.
“If you are not a man, what are you?” He finally asked, drawing on courage he didn’t possess mere seconds ago. The creature tilted its head to the side, like a curious dog.
“Do you want to see?” It whispered, expression blank.
Antonio didn’t feel himself nod.
The votive candles blew out, a gust of unimaginable wind striking them through, as if a tornado had manifested itself within the church walls, shaking the very foundation and breaking most of the lights. Glass shattered to the floor like the soft sprinkle of snow. The few that remained unbroken flickered, giving the priest the only glimpse he got at the true form of the creature before him.
There were no words to describe it, beautiful and terrifying, so horrific and lustful, all he could do was scream and slam his eyes shut. His poor heart beating through the bones of his chest and begging to be released. He might have died then, only to be resurrected by the human lips of the demon as they pressed into his own.
He had never been kissed like this before. The demon kissed like he was dying, as if he was hungry. His sharp white teeth pierced into the priest’s bottom lip and caused a moan to rip through his throat.
The demon laughed. “Come on you pathetic little thing, I am everything you desire, made especially for you. Consider me a gift and take me. Tell me the word and I will be yours, all you have to do is give in. I already know you want to.”
He could lie no longer. He wanted him. Antonio wanted him as he had never wanted before. He had never wanted a woman, that was what made him a good priest. He had never desired the carnal sins of the flesh, that was what made him holy. How could he have been corrupted so quickly? His mouth was dry, lips cracked and aching, just one kiss like the strongest heroin and he was done for.
He didn’t need to be persuaded, he would give himself willingly because he wanted to.
“I–” He tried, the words dying on his lips as the demon looked at him impatiently, all that remained of his self-preservation was begging him to just run. The demon giggled, moving to nuzzle into Antonio’s neck, pressing fiery kisses into his skin.
“Come on, say it,” The demon purred into his ear, “and I’ll reward you.”
“I want you,” Antonio whined pathetically, all hope for his soul lost, “ please .”
“ Grazie .” The demon moaned, sinking his teeth into the flesh of his neck. Antonio screamed, pain and horrible pleasure pulsing through him. The demon moaned at the sound, pulling back to reveal the hints of blood on his teeth and letting him go, causing the priest to almost fall backward.
“Get on your knees,” The demon commanded, and he was at his mercy to do so, “it's time to pray.”
Obedient Antonio obeyed instantly, rewarded with a pleased hum from his partner. The demon reached out to touch him, grabbing him by the jaw and forcing him to look up into his ever-changing eyes.
“Lovino.” He stated.
“Que?”
“That is what you may call me.” Lovino ran his fingers down to his lover's neck again, detouring to press into the bite mark he left and receive a moan from Antonio, before returning with something in his hand. The priest was startled to see the metal cross he wore around his neck swinging idly in Lovino’s fist. The demon looked at it curiously, pulling the thick leather cord it was on in both hands and making a pleased noise.
“Yes, this will do. Undress yourself.” The demon commanded. Antonio wasted no time in pulling off his cassock to obey. When he looked back up after removing the last bit of clothing he was startled to see Lovino equally as naked, despite never having moved. Like a helpless child, Antonio sat there looking up at the demon for further instruction as he looked back at him with contempt.
“Well? Prayer is worship, is it not, Antonio? I told you to pray, so worship.”
Antonio was confused, “Worship my God?” Lovino rolled his eyes.
“No, idiota, me. There is no God here, only me.”
Hesitantly but without getting off his knees, Antonio moved forward. He wished that Lovino would give him more direction, he didn’t want to displease the demon, and as a priest, he was a little lacking in experience of the sexual manner, so he wasn’t sure what to do. He settled with placing a soft kiss against the skin of his hip, earning a pleased noise from his lover that sent pleasure straight down to his hardened cock. He settled for doing that, spreading kisses across the other man's body, guided by the hand Lovino had settled in his hair. The demon’s reception of his actions was spurring him on, it was like every touch and kiss from the priest was an immense pleasure, so addicting it only made him want more. He nipped at the skin of his stomach gently.
Lovino looked like the most beautiful being on earth, bathed in the light shining through the stained glass windows of the church. There was no way something so beautiful could do such evil, surely?
“You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, you terrify me.” Antonio whispered, the demon laughed lightly.
“Oh, I am? Is that why you’re so helpless to my command? Would you do whatever I told you to? Commit every sin I desire?”
“I would do whatever you asked of me, please, anything.” He whined.
“I love the way you beg, do it more.”
Antonio swallowed, pride and bile rising in his throat, pleading with him to save his dignity.
“I have never wanted something so bad, please, Lovi, let me please you, something. I don’t even know–”
Antonio only wanted to please him, only lived to obey him. Hesitantly he moved forward, intent to do something he had never done before as he moved toward the demon’s own proudly standing cock until he was suddenly pulled away by the scalp. He yelped but it quickly turned into a moan as the pain of the demon pulling his hair set in.
“Lay on your back.” Lovino ordered, following him down as he willingly obeyed, laying back onto the cold stone floor of the ancient Spanish church. Lovino settled on top of him, sitting on his hips and gazing down at the man that was completely under his control.
“Arms above your head.” Came the next command out of a smirking mouth.
Antonio did as he was told.
“Good boy.” Lovino mused, taking the cross necklace he had gotten off Antonio earlier and winding it in his hands, dangling it above the whining priest’s face. “I would love to reward you further but I’ve been pretty generous to someone like you already, and you were so disobedient to me earlier. You made me work to have you, and you know I shouldn’t have to do that.” The leather cord of the necklace wrapped around his wrists, bringing them together into a tight knot and rendering them useless.
“L-Lovino–” Antonio shivered, feeling the demon trace down his chest as he finished tying him up, scraping his sharp nails down the planes of his chest before lowering himself down to his hips.
“You were totally wasted on the church,” Lovino remarked, glancing down at the hardness that greeted him and running a finger down it, “you would have made an excellent whore.”
Antonio moaned, bucking his hips at the slightest sensation and screwing his eyes shut, only for them to fly back open when he felt Lovino take him into his mouth. He couldn’t hide the strangled gasp that followed and the demon made a pleased noise around his cock. Lovino was made for this, every movement and shift of his tongue was aimed perfectly like he knew just where to press to make Antonio scream. As if he fed off the pleasure itself. The priest was lost entirely, the feeling was too overwhelming, the tight heat of the other’s mouth around him. His hips bucked up madly, desperate for more pleasure, cries and begging pleas falling off his lips for both Lovino and God. A final cry of Dios earned him a harsh grip on his hip, entirely meant to be painful but he didn’t care. He was so close, Lovino had taken all of him down his throat and was doing things he hadn’t thought possible as he looked up at him through those sinful eyes, gaze dripping with pure lustful desire.
Seconds before he could finish, Lovino pulled off, panting as he looked up at him. Antonio whined indignantly, disturbed that the pleasure was taken from him.
“Don’t mention him when you’re lying with me, cry out my name, got it?” The demon growled, wrapping an unexpected hand around his throat.
“ Sí, sí, lo siento, please, please–” He cried pathetically, a few small tears tracking down his face as he whined for release. Lovino purred happily, removing his hand and laying a kiss over the bite mark on his neck.
“You are mine now. No other person, demon, or otherwise will ever satisfy you again. You may try to find another lover but you’ll still cry for me as you hold them.”
“I’m yours, I’m yours, please–” His final whine was rewarded with unimaginable pleasure as the demon unexpectedly sank down onto his cock, needing no preparation or assistance, taking the entire length in one swift movement.
Lovino moaned deeply, throwing his head back as he began to create a fast tempo with his hips, bouncing up and down. Antonio could do nothing but moan and whine, his pleasure entirely controlled by the demon that was riding him. The sight of Lovino taking his own pleasure, using his body like that, made him unimaginably hard. The way he moved, each sound out of his mouth, the way he cried out Antonio’s name, it burned into his mind like a fiery brand. He was Lovino’s, he belonged to him. This was what he meant, no one else could ever compare. He sold his soul for the best fuck a person could ever get, and now his immortal spirit was tied to a demonic entity. He was so turned on he couldn’t even find it within himself to be mad.
Not breaking his rhythm, Lovino moved down to being face to face with him, looking him in the eyes as he rode him and panted out his name. The pleasure was becoming unbearable, he just wanted Lovino to let him come, he couldn’t be brought to the edge and dropped like that again. Antonio was sure it would kill him.
“Denounce him.” Lovino panted into his ear, “Denounce your God, revoke your faith in him, and you can come. That is the price.”
Antonio’s poor Catholic heart broke, but as most men were, the dick controls the brain and all actions are determined by impure desire. In short, he barely had to battle internally at all to come to the decision that he was going to do it. No matter the eternal cost.
“I-I denounce my faith– t-there is no God– ah, Lovino! –”
Lovino quickened his pace, moaning obscenely into his neck, cursing out ‘Antonio’ before coming between them, all but growling for his lover to finish inside him.
Antonio could only do as he was told.
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Antonio woke up gasping, clutching at his chest, his body covered in a layer of cold sweat. Adrenaline and fear coursed through his veins as he glanced around the room. He was in his bedroom, in his bed, wearing his clothes.
He was home. That was all just some kind of nightmare.
Relief coursed through him instantly and he sighed, being a priest was hard! In ways people didn’t typically think. The kind of social isolation you go through as a dedicated leader of your faith is just so forgotten and leads to things like weird dreams of the pleasure of the flesh. It was only natural. He will talk about it during his own confession later that week, maybe even pray about it for some extra closure. He was alone though, no matter how realistic that dream had felt.
He just never needed to watch Jennifer’s Body ever again. There was a reason that film was banned among Catholic families, it was way too provocative! Look what it did to him, a priest of all people! He shouldn’t have given in to temptation and watched it. He couldn’t help it! He was just so bored the night before and his friend, Gilbert, was obsessed with it so he wanted to give it a shot. He should’ve known better than to ever watch something that Gilbert liked, that man is a horrible sinner, but hey, love the sinner not the sin, Gilbert was his best friend regardless. A friend he was also supposed to be meeting for lunch that day and checking his phone by the bed proved that it was already almost noon. He needed to get up, now.
Darting out of bed he rushed to the bathroom to shower. He pulled off his shirt fist, throwing it in the hamper, then going for the shorts he was sleeping in. Finishing stripping himself naked he went and turned the shower on, deciding to brush his teeth while he waited for it to warm up.
The shower was just starting to steam as he finished brushing his teeth, cupping water in his hands to rinse his mouth out with before spitting into the sink. He caught a glimpse of his wrists. Those weren’t– no. There’s no way those shallow cuts were–
Instinctively, Antonio went to clutch the leather-bound cross around his neck, only for his hands to come up empty.
His heart raced. There’s no way.
He looked up into the mirror, being greeted by his own reflection and steam. Hesitantly he began inspecting his neck, starting with the right side.
Bare. He breathed a sigh of relief. He moved to check the left with his hand, fearing to see marks in the mirror.
So he felt them instead. His heart dropped into his stomach as he looked up to see the angry, red marks of sharp teeth, borderline carved into his neck.
“Dios.” Antonio whispered, blood running cold.
Silence greeted him, but no relief.
Until something answered.
“What did I tell you about saying his name?”