You Can Drag Me Through Hell

by gloomyoomy

Summary:

Chanyeol was a very devoted priest. Or he thought so.

Notes:

Hi! It's my first published fic so far, at least in english. I'm not a native so please have it in mind!

Also, please do not read this if you are very religious or have a problem with blasphemy. I created my own vision of hell and heaven, inspired by many pop culture concepts, but I still used Christian religion as the main theme.

Keep it in mind that this story has a slow developing plot.

Chapter 1

Chanyeol had chosen this path of life even before he was born, at least that’s what he thought. More than that, he actually believed it wasn’t something he had chosen, but it had been given. He treated it like a gift from heaven, from God himself. The Lord had offered him love and patience, in return he’d entrusted his whole life to the Lord. 

Fair exchange.

He knew he wasn’t the most devoted to the faith priest and frequently didn’t stick to the adopted principles, but his love was pure and veridical, beyond anything he’d known in his life. He tried to serve and obey the best he could, helping and leading people in the spirit of faith, loving them the same as our Creator desired. That was one of the reasons why, even at his objectively young age, many believers rely on his opinions and advice. He tried to be fair, loyal and unselfish; he tried to make the Lord proud of him. 

Weekly confessions were one of the toughest parts of his service. He deeply hated to listen about all the wrongs humans committed, most of which weren’t even serious enough to confess. Chanyeol believed God has enough mercy and love to forgive them their little mistakes, no matter what. No need to sweat about it.

But he knew not every priest had the same opinion. 

As he farewelled another of the believers from his community, an old lady confessing she screamed at his granddaughter, through the confessional grille he saw a young looking man kneeling down, even through the slit he was able to recognize the intimidating beauty the man carried. But it wasn’t the thing that drew his attention. It was what he felt — the hurtful heat the cross on his neck released, literally burning his skin. 

His eyes grew big.

“Forgive me Father for I have sinned” the man started. “I can’t stop thinking about how big cock Father Park hides under this old fashioned dress” said the deep, seductive voice on the other side of the confessional, his words as vile as the whole existence of the man. 

His heart quickened the beat, hurting even at the mere thought of what the creature might want from him. He had never before seen any unholy being; they were infrequent, especially in human’s form. 

“How dare you say such disgusting things in God’s house, Demon.” He tried to keep his voice impassive, serious. The mysterious Demon should never walk into the church, it wasn’t a place where he was welcomed. 

This one seemed to not mind. 

“Oh, I already know it’s big. I can smell big ones all the way from hell” he laughed melodiously, his full lips curling into a shameless smirk. His deep black eyes were staring at the priest, piercing his own like he tried to read through his mind.

“Go back to where you came from.” His throat dried; all these odious words in the house of God were too disgusting for him, as much as the boy himself. 

He should banish him, right then and there. And the Demon seemed to read what’s on his mind. “Oh-uh, you can’t scream at me, what would all these grandmas in the line think? Father Chanyeol screaming at the innocent boy who tries to get his absolution? Reprehensible.” Through the gap in the grid Chanyeol noticed how he touched the grille with his slim fingers. “I’ll wait for you, sweetie. You seem much more fun than I expected.”

He made a negligent sign of the cross, staring right into his eyes and winked before he left the church, leaving Chanyeol with a pounding heart and raising fear. 

He didn’t see the Demon for the next few hours. He’d feared he might wait for him in the sacristy, but it had been empty as he entered, even after the afternoon mass. Chanyeol started to consider it as a hallucination. Demons didn’t appear out of nowhere and for no reason. He didn’t know even one priest who had seen one; demons tried not to get involved in church’s business. They knew very well how this could end up, probably with exorcisms.

The Demon seemed audacious, confident with what he tried to gain. It irritated Chanyeol. He also started freaing out, he didn’t have any idea what type of Demon he had to deal with and that was making him just simply scared. The only way to protect himself he knew was to get to know his real name but he guessed it wouldn't happen. It was a very old myth, he didn't know how true it was, but allegedly if you know the name of the creature you actually have a unbelievable power over him; you can banish him or make him do things you wish. It'd been used in a lot of occult rituals and exorcisms. At least that's what he'd heard. The Demon wouldn't be this stupid to reveal his name so easily. 

Tired, mostly because of how much thinking and analyzing he’d been doing for the whole day, he entered his clergy house. His brain was in a survival mode and the amount of protective prayers he'd whispered that day was more than he had in his whole life. Better be safe than sorry. 

“I thought you will never come back” an enthusiastic voice, full of taunt, welcomed him home. Chanyeol froze, halfway through taking out his jacket and turned to the direction of the voice. 

The same man that had visited his church today was sitting on the table in the dining room, swinging his legs with a bright grin, His outfit was all black, as well as his hair and eyes, the only thing contrasting were his snow-white teeth he was showing his way.

“What are you doing here?” he asked weakly, taking a heavy breath. The air was suffocating, thick and stagnet. 

“Waiting for you, duh?” The Demon jumped up out of the table and in a few long steps approached him. The Demon was about head shorter than him, his whole body much smaller and delicate. Chanyeol would have a chance to fight him if the Demon would try to attack him. But Chanyeol knew that’s not how they behave; demons play mind games, rarely use violence itself. And Chanyeol should remember about it. 

He looked at him from above, seriousness all over his face. “You shouldn’t be here. What’s your name?”

“Kyungsoo'' he simply confessed, his grin becoming even wider. He made Chanyeol frown. The Demon’s reaction to that was a loud sweet laugh. He reached with his left hand for Chanyeol’s forearm. “Oh, dummy! I'm telling you this, because I know you won’t use it against me.”

Chanyeol clenched his jaw. 

“You need to...”

“I’ve been in your dreams, Chanyeol" he said suddenly. "I’ve been watching them for some time now. I know you won’t want to hurt me, as much as I know you’ll do anything I will ask you for.” He tilted his head. He looked very young, innocent, which was incompatible with these dark eyes, vile and full of playful sparks. They didn’t promise anything good. “You’re much more charming than what they say.” His other hand grasped his jaw, turning it left and right, not in a gentle manner. “How can someone like this be a priest, huh? You’re missing a lot. And I’m about to show you how much.” The Demon took a step back with a sneaky smirk before he disappeared in a cloud of smoke, leaving behind a suffocating smell that stuck with Chanyeol for the rest of the day. 

Chapter 2

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“Hi!” Chanyeol jumped in surprise after he opened the door to his bedroom and the familiar voice greeted him. 

It’d been weeks, four to be precise, and the man in black hadn’t shown up even once; Chanyeol even started to believe it was just a dream… But as his actual dreams had become so indecent that it’d given him an idea that the Demon hadn’t left for long.

Ever since the Demon left all his dreams had been disturbed by very obscene, dirty and vulgar dreams, full of sexual tension and hunger that he wasn’t prepared for. He’d been waking up covered in sweat, his whole body shivering. The worse was his erection, hard and steady, hid inside his boxer, not wanting to cease on its own. Chanyeol knew those dreams hadn’t come on their own; he’d never experienced anything like this. 

Now the devil was laying on his bed, in Chanyeol’s white sheets, flipping through pages of one of the books from Chanyeol’s shelf, as if he was welcomed. 

“How did you get here?” Chanyeol asked warly.

“The same way as before, silly.” He throwed the book away and raised himself on his elbows to look at Chanyeol with a smirk. “Missed me?” he asked innocently, his dark eyes piercing into Chanyeol. 

The black silk blazer the boy wore fit perfectly around his slim waist. It was fastened with only one button, leaving a substantial neckline in the view. He wasn’t wearing anything underneath the blazer, his milky skin completely visible. And not only his collarbone, but it also revealed the shape of his chest; enough to attract your attention, but not too much to leave the rest to the imagination. The black contrasted gorgeously with the pale flesh, making it hard for Chanyeol to cast his gaze away. If he would have to admit one thing, the Demon was handsome, in many ways.

“Leave.”

“I know you did!” he whined, his full lips forming a spout. “Did you enjoy my gifts?”

“Leave.”

“Make me.” He fell back down onto his back, rolling his eyes in the process. “I wanted you to loosen up a bit, but I see I need to work harder.”

“Don’t you dare!” His sudden reaction wasn’t the greatest idea. The blush spreaded over his whole face, covering even his ears. Chanyeol shouldn’t be so obvious. But he couldn’t stand those dreams anymore, they were too bothersome. 

Kyungsoo laughed, turning onto his belly. He rested his chin on his hand. “So it worked? Father Park is not as saintly as everyone says?” His dark eyes lit up, a cocky smile making Chanyeol’s guts turn. “Wonder how many times you had to jerk off, hopefully a lot. I bet you think about those dreams all the time. Maybe even during masses, huh?” The boy giggled, giddy at the thought of Chanyeol becoming bothered by the dreams he’d prepared for him so neatly.

Chanyeol swallowed and closed the door to his room, taking a few steps closer to the bed. “Kyungsoo…”

“My name would sound so good as you’d moan it to my ear.” The Demon looked up at him, his eyes becoming innocent, long lashes casting shadows onto his cheeks. “Isn’t it what you’ve been dreaming about? Me, making you lose your mind in pleasure, your whole body trembling. Believe me, I know how to use my body. Centuries of practice.” He raised to his knees, the mattress sank under his weight. The gaze he was sending Chanyeol was seductive, like he tried to promise him all the delights of this world. Chanyeol knew demons are good at tricking people and as much as Chanyeol tried to keep it in mind, the picture of such an attractive man in his bed was messing with his head; especially as the man himself had appeared in all his lewd dreams from the last weeks. “You want to have a taste, right?”

Chanyeol shook his head, gathering all the sanity that was still left in him. “Go away, Demon. Never come back.”

“You don’t want it, believe me.” A sly smirk came back as the Demon reached to take a hold of the sleeve of his cassock. “You’re about to get obsessed with me, every second of your existence will belong to me .” He sounded too serious for these words to be just teasing, it seemed more like a threat. 

Chanyeol shivered, lowering his gaze at the small hand that was now shifting up his sleeve. “You’re a sex demon, am I right?” he asked hesitantly. Somehow he felt small, powerless. 

“Bingo.” The hand went higher, soon touching his shoulder. “How did you guess?”

“Your whole appearance.” He broke the contact, taking a few steps away from the Demon. He couldn’t let him continue, he was completely aware of where this could lead to. The creature on his bed had been brought to life only to seduce weak souls. He was afraid he could fall under his spell. 

“Are you saying I’m hot?” he asked excitedly. 

Chanyeol jerked, like something just hit him in the face. “You’re vile and depraved.”

“Oh shit, you’re one of those.” Kyungsoo rolled his eyes and slowly fell back onto his bed. In consequence his blazer moved and exposed his chest even more. “Boooring. But you won’t think the same once I’m done with you.”

Chanyeol doubted that, but decided to not voice it out. “Are you going to stay here for long? I wanted to eat dinner and go to sleep.”

“You’re very inhospitable,” he sighed and looked at the ceiling. “So, you won’t tell me how the dreams were? You need to know I tried very hard.”

“They were… bothersome,” Chanyeol decided. “Can you stop making them?”

“Well, I didn’t plan to continue anyway. They did their job, now you’ll have them on your own. Once you savor what I can offer it won’t go away just like this.” He snapped his fingers, a sweet smile formed on his flawless, young face. “That’s the impact I have on people. Funny, isn’t it?”

“Maybe find another prey, then. I’m sure there are many humans that would love to…” Chanyeol grunted, his ears becoming even redder. Even saying it out loud felt wrong. “Just go away.”

“Are you joking?” He moves his head to look at Chanyeol, almost offended. “You’re a priest! A hot one! I’m not gonna give up so easily, my sweet little lamb.”

This time Chanyeol had a desire to roll his eyes. The Demon seemed to be set on his decision. 

Maybe it would be a good idea to actually get rid of him with exorcism. The problem was, Chanyeol had never done any and he’d sooner die from shame than ask any of the more accomplished priests for help. What would he say? ‘An incubus sticks to me and works to make me have sex with him’? 

But what was he supposed to do then? He couldn’t let the Demon appear whenever he wanted. The threat of giving in was too terrifying and he was afraid it could happen. He didn’t know how many tricks the man had up his sleeve. Also, he didn’t want anyone to see Kyungsoo in his home, he had a lot of guests on a daily basis.  

The way the Demon had been obviously ruining Chanyeol for the last few weeks was unexpected and he couldn’t let that continue. The Demon was right, the dreams were disturbing him more than he’d like to accept. He couldn’t stop thinking about them, about how they’d made him feel. Even during his mass those intrusive thoughts had haunted him, making him humiliated and angry. It was as the creature tried to terrorize him. The amount of masturbation sessions he went through was deplorable, too. 

The Demon woke up needs in him he didn’t even know he had. It was repulsive. 

With nothing more to say he got out of his room, going to the kitchen, where the Demon appeared not so long after, making him jump in surprise. 

“Can you stop doing that?” he asked, his heart almost running out of his chest.

“No.” He jumped up onto the counter and smirked.

“Do you eat?” he asked stupidly, opening the fridge. What was he thinking, starting small talk with a being straight out of hell? This way he wouldn’t get rid of him anytime soon. 

“Yeah, but not this,” he grimaced and brought fingers to his mouth. “I feed with sexual energy. And I feel a lot of it from you. Maybe that’s why you’re so intriguing…” he pretended to contemplate. “Most priests are prudes or are disgusting, it’s annoying to even be around them. But you have something in you. Something more than a pretty face and big dick, I mean.”

Chanyeol sighed, regretting he’d asked.

“Hey, it’s a good thing! Sex is fun. People don’t go to hell because of it.”

“I think a priest can land in hell because of it. ” he insisted, preparing his food. He never wanted to have any help, so for most of the time he cooked for himself. It helped him relax on days where he was out of duties.

“I don’t know. For having sex with a demon — maybe.” Kyungsoo shrugged, observing the movements of Chanyeol’s hands. “Many of them do much worse things, though.” His words sounded surprisingly sad.

They both knew what he meant. 

“At least tell me they’re there.” he murmured with irritation. 

“Of course! God would never let them into heaven. They’re also not very well treated down there, if that’s what you want to hear. There's a special place for people like this. A very dreadful place.” he grinned, swinging his legs. 

“So, hell is really underground?” He skipped the topic, not really wanting to think about this much darker and sadder aspect of the Church. He hated those people and he wished them the worst. The knowledge of justice reaching them in the end was comforting. Not that he’d expected a different scenario; he knew his God would never let such rotten people enter paradise. The Demon’s words only confirmed his beliefs. 

“Of course not, silly! It’s a metaphor,” Kyungsoo scoffed. 

Chanyeol didn’t say anything else for a good minute, noticing the devil was pretty much playing with him. However, one question bothered him more than others. “So you want to put me into hell?” he asked before he realized. It just slipped out of his mouth. 

“Why do you think that?” The grin on the Demon’s face suggested he wasn’t that far away from the truth. 

“You just say that’s what will happen if I’d sleep with you.” he blurred. 

“I said I don’t know! I’ve never fucked with a catholic priest.” A disappointed pout appeared on his face as he observed Chanyeol, when the priest sat down by the table, his plate in front of him. He on purpose took a seat on the other side of the table, which let him still face the Demon.

“Really?” It wasn’t easy to believe. 

“Yeah, I told you — they are prudes, nothing entertaining in being around them, especially these days. And in the past, they weren’t my target, if you know what I mean. Most of them aren’t hot enough to waste my time anyway.”

Chanyeol hummed, not wanting to go into details. 

“You’re a virgin, I can feel it.” Kyungsoo noticed all of the sudden, right when Chanyeol was about to start his grace. 

He almost choked on his saliva, coughing terribly. “What about that?” he hoarsed out with tears in his eyes.

“Nothing, it’s just crazy no one ever got this body.” he glanced at him up and down with a smirk. 

With a heavy sigh Chanyeol put both his hands onto the table. “I was very religious for my whole life.” he just admitted, not planning to elaborate.

“You know, there are some branches of religion where there’s no celibacy.”

“It doesn’t matter, that’s how I wanted to sacrifice my life.” he stated firmly, watching Damon with a serious gaze. 

“God never asked any of you to blue ball yourself, that’s crazy!” he laughed. Really laughed. It wasn’t another of his ominous snorts, but somehow it still made Chanyeol mad.

“Don’t speak about Him around me like this, it’s disgusting.” he spat.

Kyungsoo rolled his eyes and jumped out of the counter. “Whatever makes you sleep at night, puppy. But your dreams are about to be frustrating, that I know.” he stretched out the last syllable melodiously and winked before he disappeared, leaving Chanyeol in fear of falling asleep that night.

Chapter 3

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What Chanyeol missed the most were casual conversations. Ever since he became a priest all people wanted from him were things related to religion. He didn’t expect others to want to befriend him, but he missed small talk, even about the weather. His family changed their attitude towards him as well, like their son changed completely just after he’d gotten his ordination. He thought times when priests were high authorities passed a long time ago; but apparently not and even his presence could make the atmosphere in the room drastically change. It was bothersome, to say the least, after all he was just a normal twenty eight year old man, who had just decided to choose this type of path in  life. Nothing had changed since he was in high school or later, when he still attended seminary, he was still the same person, just his status changed. But this seemed to distress people, making them more distanced. Only a few of his friends stayed by his side and he couldn't see them often anyway, as they kept going on with their lives, so it’d become harder to schedule any gathering. 

Therefore, for the most part he was alone. Sometimes he visited his family, sometimes they visited him, but most days he spent on his own. He read books, played the guitar, sometimes even tried to write something himself. He always loved music and as he’d nothing better to do, it became his escape. It was better than sticking with his thoughts.

He never pondered about quitting. His love for everything God had given him and for everything He created was too strong. He always felt this deep connection with Him, with the grace He offered. Chanyeol was always full of love; kindness and tenderness to all living creatures and most of all, people. They were amazing, so diverse but still similar. As a teenanger he used to help a lot in community centers, hospitals or homeless shelters. He really had seen people at their worst; in the deepest, darkest places of their lives. And he still was able to see love in them. In his mind there was always a second chance. God was love, and He had a lot of it in him, especially for His biggest creation – humans. And how can you not forgive your beloved children? So he kept sharing what kept him going, faith that occupied his whole soul and love he had even deep inside his bones. 

It’d been going well, and even if the loneliness sometimes weighed on him, he was sure all he did had a deeper meaning and he also believed his life was such a big gift he had to share his gratitude with others. 

His faith had been challenged many times, but he’d never doubted it. There were harder times in his life when he hadn’t been so sure if the path he chose was the right one but in the end he’d always come to  one conclusion — everything happens for a reason. God somehow gave him a mission to lead His believers, and he promised to do it in the best way he could.

The sudden and totally unexpected appearance of a demon in his life only confirmed everything he believed in. If a creature so wicked and evil existed, God had to exist too. The realization made Chanyeol just straight out cry during one evening after the mass. It wasn’t like his life totally turned, because he always strongly believed God existed, yet having a final confirmation felt like the biggest relief he’d ever experienced. It was overwhelming, but also remarkably liberating.

It had taken him a few days to completely process it and when he finally did another thing dawned on him — he still had an incubus to deal with. 

He’d make his, very basic, research about what exactly those creations are. It wasn’t very enlightening, one could say. No book he’d read portrayed them as attractive human-like beings. On the contrary, they painted them as disgusting, sex craving monsters that were creeping around the corner at night just to use your body the way they wished. The one he encountered at first glance looked like a normal person, with a dark aura and mysterious gaze, but nothing beyond that. Maybe it was just a mask, maybe under there indeed was hidden something much hideous. 

With a heavy sigh he looked at the bed, quite horrified by the prospect of another hot and bothersome night, after which he’d need a cold shower. It’d been happening ever since the Demon appeared and didn’t stop even for one night. It was disturbing, to say at least. But what could he do? The Demon said he’d stop sending him those mares, but it was hard to believe he actually had. Those visions remain as clear as before.

Some nights he’d been seeing himself under the Demon, while the evil was making him experience the pleasure he hadn’t had ever felt. Other nights he was the one taking the lead, too heated to stay passive. Those were the worst; he hated every second of the need and longing he’d been feeling. He couldn’t believe he was able to do all this, even if it were just dreams. It made him feel dirty, especially because he couldn’t stop himself from reacting in reality, after the dreams were gone. He’d been waking up too bothered to stop himself from letting out the frustration. Those weren’t just wet dreams, it also wasn’t just an attempt to seduce him. He suspected Demon had much more despicable intentions which he couldn’t decode yet.

He understood why the Demon kept doing this, though. Or he had a feeling. 

For Chanyeol, the whole priesthood wasn’t exactly what people expected from a preacher and he also didn’t really care that much about committing to adopted and well known conventions; for a simple reason — his conscience wouldn’t let him. In his opinion, some behaviors church recognized as sins would never get as strictly judged by The Creator himself. They were simply too human. He believed God wouldn’t create them the way he did if there would be something wrong with their basic needs. He knew how many temptations lurked around, only waiting for their imperfect souls to give in. But that’s the whole point — God created mankind in his own image , making them imperfect, the same as Him. God was gracious, loving; Chanyeol loved to repeat it time after time, convincing believers that’s the whole point of their faith. He loved them beyond human’s belief, so why would He judge and damn them for just a few mistakes and their own nature? As long as their souls weren’t utterly rotten with evil, their way to Paradise was straight and curtain. 

Chanyeol’s ways weren’t standard, his view on many dogmas weren’t common, but he trusted his interpretations were right. 

And sexual attraction was one of these things. His own devotion and choices had nothing with Chanyeol’s general view on celibacy and how it caused more damage than it was worth. He’d never prohibited himself from lust, from attraction, from release and even if he didn’t let it out he just couldn’t treat it as taboo, as something that didn't exist.  

And he started to think that was the reason why the sly Demon had become so interested in him. He wasn’t sure yet, but he totally started to consider it as an answer. Chanyeol was young, he indeed was attractive, no use to hide it, and he also…

“Nice to see you again, Father Park… Or maybe, Daddy Park?”

He didn’t react, just stared at the wall in his kitchen, a heavy sigh left his mouth. He just changed into more casual clothes after the evening mass and hoped to have an easy night, without any mares or irritating demons that didn’t want to leave him alone. He was too tired to handle this that day.

He faced the Demon, face impassive, but the tiredness was still evident in his eyes as Kyungsoo scanned it shortly, his mouth forming a pout. “You’re tired.”

“Yeah.” Chanyeol put the plate onto the table and just sat down. 

The Demon stared at him for a few moments, face unreadable, before he sat down on the table, of course, and grinned. “Maybe I should help you relax, then?”

He ostentatiously swallowed rice. “I’d much prefer to have a calm night. I didn’t sleep well, if you can’t tell, Demon.”

“Really?” The demon let out a surprised exhale. “And what is the reason, Human ? Perhaps something is bothering you, hm?” The pleasant smile that Kyungsoo plastered on his face was as deceitful as his intentions.

Chanyeol just continued to eat, not wanting to comment on that in any way. The devil was playing with him, making fun of him and he didn’t want to be a part of that for even a minute. 

“Oh, don’t be shy! I told you, they will come even without my contribution, puppy. You’re already hooked.” 

He ignored him, not believing even for a second he stopped his malicious mind game.

The Demon jumped up out of the table and started going through the kitchen, observing things around without interest. “You cook? I’ve heard it’s sexy when men cook.”

Silence. 

“If only I’d eat… I’d love to have a taste. But you can satisfy my other hunger.”

“If that’s the way you wanna hit on me then it won’t work.”

“Nah, I’m just fucking with you. I guess it’s working.” He laughed merrily. “You don’t use my name,” he noticed.

“It gives too much power...”

“To you, it gives power to you,” he pointed out. “Don’t you want to take a chance?” He seemed intrigued but at the same time the sly smirk suggested he saw fun in this whole situation. 

Chanyeol had thought about it, but he didn’t want to get too involved with things he wasn’t able to grasp yet. He wasn’t sure what was entitled with such a power over a creature from hell. 

“You’re funny. If you don’t want me here, why won’t you just straight up say ‘Kyungsoo, I order you to go back to hell and never come back’ or another bullshit, huh?” He titled his head, looking at Chanyeol from the other side of the kitchen with a grin. Even while being vexatious he still looked somehow attractive; his slow, gracious movements making you just want to observe him, attracting your eyes like a magnet. He once again wore black, Chanyeol doubted the Demon clothed himself in any other color, but this time not so elegant and sensually. The black halfway unbuttoned shirt contrasted with the milky white skin, the sleeves were rolled up around slender, thin arms. At first glance Kyungsoo seemed petite, but it was only an illusion, inside this slim figure was buried something dark; dark and fiendish, literally. 

Chanyeol was too deep in his thoughts to register when the being approached him.

“I think we both know the answer, don’t we?” A cold hand rested on his arm, the Demon leaned over him, his big, almost black eyes staring at him with a soft, devilish smile. This time not as bold as before. “You’re such a cute little sheep, do you think your lord would like you to hang out with something like me?” his thick, alluring voice almost pierced through his skin, making it tickle under the material of his shirt. For a second Chanyeol lost the connection with reality, but recovered just as fast and shook the hand of the Demon out of his shoulder. 

Melodious laughter left his full lips, but Kyungsoo didn’t move back, instead he pulled the other chair closer and sat down, right by Chanyeol’s side, totally violating his personal space. “Why do you keep doing that?” Chanyeol asked dryly. 

“Because you like it.”

“I don’t, I told you…”

“You lie to the wrong person, puppy.” Those big, empty eyes rolled. Chanyeol was evidently boring him, so why didn't he leave? “I read sexual tension and attraction related emotions like an open book. I know what your body craves, I was brought to life just for it.”

“You aren’t alive, your whole existence has nothing…”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m not human, I don’t have a soul,” he scoffed. “Tell me something I don’t know.”

Chanyeol shut up, lowering his eyes to the table. “Kyungsoo…” The Demon moved a little to the edge of the chair, maybe a little excited, but Chanyeol wasn’t sure, as his eyes stayed glued to the straight surface. “Just leave, please,” Chanyeol finally asked with a heavy sigh. 

“Aw, puppy.” Kyungsoo reached with his pale, small hand to his face. His cold fingers made him shiver, but he didn’t move away. Instead he looked up at the Demon, who watched him with a little smile, at first sign maybe even friendly. His palm traced his jaw and then cheek. “With this attitude you won't get rid of me until I’ll get what I want.” He patted his face, smile growing wider. “But it would mean we both win, wouldn’t it?” he teased with one raised eyebrow. 

His dark eyes scanned his whole face, stopping on his lips for a longer moment. Chanyeol just stared, the face of the Demon so close he was able to smell his natural scent. The Demon didn’t use perfume, but he didn’t smell rotten or in general unpleasantly, as Chanyeol might assume. Instead he smelled a little bit like rain with something sweet lingering that for him seemed the most similar to roses, but he doubted it were roses. As the Demon’s eyes switched to his eyes he swallowed hard, feeling his breathing stop. The tension in his body was making Chanyeol’s muscles tickle. He wanted to ask Kyungsoo to move back, but somehow his words were stuck in his throat. 

“You should kiss me,” Kyungsoo whispered, staring at him with a softness Chanyeol didn’t expect to see.

“I won’t. And I won’t let you bribe me into this. My faith is stronger than any of your games, Demon” he insisted.

“It’s not faith anymore if you know it’s true, puppy.”

Chanyeol looked away, not knowing what to answer. “What exactly has changed? I still want to offer Him my life,” he answered honestly. “My love is even greater now as I know He exists.”

Kyungsoo just hummed, his eyes continuously glued to his face. Suddenly he got up the chair, putting it away. Chanyeol thought the Demon would leave, but instead he leant over him, his eyes pierced into Chanyeol’s as he slowly touched his lips. When Chanyeol felt the cold finger on his warm full lips he blinked a few times, totally overwhelmed by the sudden contact, as well as by how close Kyungsoo stood in front of him, his small frame bending a little forward to be able to hover over him even more. The depth of the demonic irises seemed to swallow him in a way he almost felt like he was being hypnotized. Was it also his power? Was this his way to seduce innocent souls? Chanyeol didn’t know, but he let this moment last undeniably too long. He just couldn’t cast his eyes away from the two deep voids that seemed to call for him to jump right into them, into what they could offer him. The coldness on his mouth didn’t help, it somehow felt sensual, contrasting with the hotness of his own skin. It made Chanyeol want to separate his lips and he almost did, still pierced by the intense gaze.

Eventually, he woke up from the trance and with his big hand, he clenched Kyungsoo’s wrist, wrapping his finger around it without any difficulty. In his grasp Kyungsoo’s fragile arms seemed even weaker. It was somehow terrifying. “Enough.” Chanyeol pushed the hand away. 

Kyungsoo smirked, backing up a few steps. “You see? It’s hard to resist me.” he whispered, sizing him up and down. As he turned away Chanyeol catched Kyungsoo’s pink tongue licking the full lips. 

“I’ll come back tomorrow, bye puppy.”

And he disappeared. 

Chanyeol sighed, his eyes falling onto the plate full of already cold food. He didn’t know what he’d been doing. He was mindful of how dangerous this whole situation had become but somehow it was very hard to end it. He couldn’t give the Demon what he wanted, it was beyond his pride, but at the same time he knew it would be hard to get rid of him without interfering. Creatures like this were bored, their existence so miserable they had to look for anything to entertain themselves. He just wanted Kyungsoo to get bored of trying, but to accomplish that he had to stay strong.

And this could become the main issue. Chanyeol was already aware of the effect the Demon had on him, he saw the influence of his actions, of those deep dark eyes. This alone made him doubt if he would be able to stay unbothered for long, avoiding the lure that was only waiting for him to give in. He needed to keep his guard up, no matter what. He couldn’t let this hideous being win. 

But the being wasn’t that hideous. He was a young looking, pretty boy with an angel face and alluring gaze. 

Chanyeol huffed tiredly.

Tomorrow he will use the Demon’s name.

Chapter 4

But the Demon hadn’t appeared the next day. In fact, he hadn’t appeared for five days and Chanyeol really started to think he wouldn’t come back, which would be ideal. 

Instead Demon’s reappearance arrived a day when he had an opportunity to finally meet with his childhood friends. One of them, Baekhyun, just came back from his trip to Ghana, where he was working as a journalist for a Korean publishing company for the last year, so their little friend group finally had a chance to gather all together.

Baekyun had been spending most time in Africa, but during his not so long life he had already visited countless countries all around the world. To be fair, Chanyeol wished to have this exciting of a life, but at the same time he wasn’t sure if he was brave enough to survive this way. And he also suspected he would get homesick very quickly, his relationship with his family being too strong.  

For Baekhyun it wasn’t a problem. He was naturally curious and adventurous. From a very young age he’d been looking for new experiences and his talent in writing had come in useful later on in his life when he’d decided he wanted to study journalism. 

Sometimes Chanyeol wondered how they had become friends in the first place considering all the differences between the two of them. Chanyeol wasn’t naturally shy or withdrawn, actually liking interactions and spending time with others but he also couldn’t name himself super sociable. He was somewhere in the middle of the spectrum, like probably most of the society. 

Being a priest would be difficult for an introvert, he thought.

“So how is life?” Baekhyun asked as they finally sat down in the uncrowded coffee shop.

All of them sighed, none of them really keen to talk about their life. 

“Oh, come on! You act like you all are already sixty!”

“Not everyone has such an exciting life, Hyun.” murmured Minseok, staring at his coffee thoughtfully. “I think I’m going to look for a new job.”

Everyone nodded, knowing how hectic and annoying his work had become for him. He had been working for his company for almost 5 years already and even his promotion wasn’t much of a motivator to keep going. He had been ranting on their group chat a lot and from what he had said there were many reasons to do so. 

They discussed his potential plans and places where he plans to apply. Minseok was a smart guy, so Chanyeol doubted he would find it difficult to change companies. Especially considering all the experience he’d gotten in his current one. 

“Your turn.” Baekhyun nodded at Sehun who had been sitting by Chanyeol’s side, not saying much since they entered the coffee shop. 

“I want to kill myself, but I won’t say that because Chanyeol will give me a lecture.” he said bluntly which resulted in Chanyeol sending him an offended glare.

“When was the last time when I stopped you from your dramatic grumples?”

“Yesterday?”

“You were saying you wanted to jump out of the window because you forgot to buy milk.”

“Fair reason.” Sehun rolled his eyes. “But seriously, I haven’t told you yet, but my father plans to retire soon.”

They all collectively hummed with understanding. Sehun’s father ran a small pharmacy in their neighborhood and Sehun had been working there ever since he finished university, but he had never been very enthusiastic about taking over. He didn’t even want to work there in the first place, but as he hadn’t had any better plan right after high school he just settled down for what his parents planned for him. And he regretted it. 

“Have you talked about it with him?” Chanyeol asked.

“I don’t see the point in doing so, they’re dead set on their decision and don’t want unnecessary arguments.” 

“But if you won’t address the issues you’ll end up doing something you hate,” Baekhyun reminded him. “Is it even worth it to waste your life?”

“Not everyone can do exactly what they want.” His words weren’t bitter, but even in Chanyeol’s opinion Sehun was right. Baekhyun had this privilege of having a job he loved, but Sehun had no choice. Or no choice that would let him live in peace for the rest of his life. 

“I know, but why won’t you just talk with them? Maybe it’s something that can be solved. I know your dad is excited about all this, but maybe after knowing your point of view he’ll change his mind. They can always use the money they’ll get from selling the pharmacy on their retirement to do something fun.” 

Sehun shook his shoulders, apparently not wanting to talk about it any longer. Chanyeol couldn’t blame him and Baekhyun respected his decision and looked at Chanyeol. “And what about you ?”

Chanyeol was the next one to shrug. But in fact, he really didn’t have anything to say. “Same old,” he answered lightly and took a sip of his coffee. 

His life wasn’t changing much; it was always the same routine, nothing interesting to say. His friends already knew what his service looked like, so there was no use to elaborate more. His days were boring and stable. 

Or at least had been till not so long ago.

But that wasn’t something he could share. No one would believe him anyway. 

He had to pretend he didn’t see the worried looks his friends exchanged between themselves. He knew what troubled them, they’d already talked about it a few times, Chanyeol just couldn’t agree with them. He was happy with his life the way it was, if he missed his family he could always visit them, the same with his friends. He was alright with the general stagnation, for him it was even comfortable. 

Chanyeol loved interactions with other people and he had plenty of them. Everyday he was talking with people in his church, sometimes those conversations were very heavy and he had to process them afterwards, but he still enjoyed every single one.

Being lonely wasn’t the same thing as being alone. And he wasn’t alone, not at all. And it was enough, after all he knew what he’s doing and why. That was his path in life, his destiny.

Moreover, his loneliness didn’t bother him that much. Yes, it was upsetting to spend all your days home alone sometimes, only you and the four walls, but his life didn’t end in his rectory. There were days in which he wished to have company, someone who would be there for him, but those thoughts didn’t appear often, only in the moments when all the expectations were starting to weigh too much on him. But he loved all these people around him, every one of them, so he didn’t mind the rare episodes of loneliness. And, despite all, he wasn’t forsaken; God had always been there for him, every moment.

However, his friends never really liked or understood the decision he’d made. No matter how hard he’d tried to make them understand, to make them see. They were set on their opinion; on the speculation Chanyeol was wasting his life. 

And it was hard. It was hard to hear something like this from your own friends and that was something lonely. But he loved them too strongly to hold grudges. That was their opinion and they had all the rights to think so. Chanyeol could only keep trying to prove them wrong. 

***

On the fifth day, as he was sitting in the living room, playing the guitar with some boring tv show playing in the background, his most comfortable hoodie and sweatpants on, the black figure suddenly materialized in front of him, right behind the coffee table. 

His guitar let out an unpleasant sound, which pretty much mirrored his reaction to the appearance of the creature.

“Oh no, you're one of these cool priests with a guitar!” As a greeting, Chanyeol was met with a loud scornful laugh.

He glared at Kyungsoo, who by then stood already bent in half, his cheeks getting round with every giggle he let out breathlessly. Chanyeol’s glare softened right away in surprise. How could a Demon be this adorable?

“Don’t laugh at me, Demon. I don’t see anything funny. You shouldn’t be here,“ he mumbled flatly, putting the instrument away. 

“It’s a little ironic, though,” Kyungsoo remarked. “What a cutie we have here. You look much better without this crazy dress on.” He pointed at his hoodie. 

Chanyeol gawked at him once again, the irritation back in its place. The tall man got up from the couch and straightened his long legs, which was met with a filthy look from the fine man. Kyungsoo looked him up and down, a strange sneer on his full lips. 

He would look much more attractive if his lips weren’t curled so annoyingly, Chanyeol thought. 

The Demon took a few steps closer, now standing by the table, his eyes trained on Chanyeol for the whole time, like he was waiting for what could happen next.

Chanyeol took a long breath and squeezed his eyes. He knew it’s time; this whole, weird acquaintance had led him to something he wasn’t sure he could avoid. It was about time to grow some balls. “Kyungsoo, I order you to go back to hell and never come back.” he finally said, voice unexpectedly firm. 

He counted his heartbeats in suspense before he opened his eyes.

To nothing.

Kyungsoo still stood in front of him, looking like he was trying very hard to hold back a laugh. His cheeks a little puffed, letting out muffled noises. 

Chanyeol blinked a few times.

“You really believed it’s going to work!” The Demon burst into laughter right into his face. “Oh puppy, I love you humans, I really do.” He hid his small face into his hands, the laugh not stopping. 

“Y-you…” Chanyeol’s eyes grew big. He felt blush creeping onto his face. He should know it had to be just nonsense, probably brought up by humans for fiction purposes. Why was he naive enough to believe it? He only humiliated himself.

His whole face flushed. 

“I was fucking with you!” Kyungsoo proclaimed in an obvious tone. “You really think humans could have such great power over demons? It's ridiculous.” Kyungsoo took one step further, once again violating Chanyeol’s personal space. He raised his head up, his eyes sparkling with daring blaze. “And what are you going to do with that, Human ?”

Chanyeol swallowed hard and looked away from him, knowing well after the last time he couldn't let himself get lost in this mesmerizing gaze. 

“Cutie,” Kyungsoo took a hold of his chin. “Last time you almost fell for it, don’t you think it means something?”

Chanyeol immediately shook his head. “It means you’re vile and play tricks on me. You, demons, do exactly that — you look for weak souls and take advantage of their flaws. I won’t let you win” he declared. Maybe not as firmly as he planned, but that was fine. 

“That’s so well put.” Kyungsoo titled his head right in contemplation. “But it’s not a weakness for your body to have its needs.” He caressed his jawline gently, his eyes stuck on his face. “And you know it, right? You know it too.” He got even closer, dangerously closer. His chin was practically touching his chest, as Kyungsoo really had to look up for his gaze to reach Chanyeol’s eyes. 

The demon was shorter by a head, which was making this whole situation ridiculous that someone so small and petite had so much power over him. 

Chanyeol swallowed again and lowered his gaze to finally look at the Demon properly. 

“Even if I do, you can’t do anything about it. I told you before, my celibacy is my decision and I don’t plan on changing it.” Even he was surprised by how steady his voice came out this time. 

Something dangerous flashed in Kyungsoo’s eyes. “Lies,” he teased in a quiet low voice. “As you said, I was created to seduce pure, weak souls. I know when you, humans, want me. I know when you feel bothered by me. And you do, even now. You just need one, little push.” He stared at Chanyeol, those eyes seemed to look deep down inside his soul, which made Chanyeol wonder if maybe it wasn’t that far away from the truth. 

Chanyeol didn’t answer. Instead he took a heavy breath. 

Kyungsoo knew exactly what was going on inside his head and there was no use in denying it any longer. However, it didn’t mean he planned to give in either. “Even if I want you, even if your tricks affect me, I won’t…”

Before he was able to finish the sentence something warm landed on his lips, small hands grabbing him by his neck to pull his head a little bit lower. 

He panicked, his eyes growing big as the Demon literally violated all his boundaries.

The full lips felt surprisingly warm against his own; he expected something much colder after experiencing the cold touch of Demon’s fingers on his skin. 

Chanyeol wanted to back off, to push the being away from him, but the pleasant warmth of the lips on him seemed to chain him. He didn’t move, just standing there like a piece of brick — unmoving, completely frozen in place. 

Kyungsoo smiled against his lips, Chanyeol was able to feel that much and no long after an agile small tongue slipped into his mouth, lips moving delicately against his. The cold hands stayed on his neck, keeping him down. 

“One word and I’ll stop and leave. One word," Kyungsoo whispered slowly. His nose brushed through his cheek, lips still close to his. The little needles seemed to linger on Chanyeol’s lower lip, somehow drawing him back like a magnet. 

He couldn’t say ‘leave’, even if he hated it. And he knew he was about to also hate himself. 

He swallowed, also his pride, and let himself open his eyes. Kyungsoo was already staring at him. His angel face was closer than ever; he was able to see the little sparkles in his irises completely clearly. He wouldn’t guess demons could have this type of eyes. He sincerely expected just two deep voids, black and empty, but it wasn’t the case. Even if Kyungsoo’s eyes were indeed very dark, they still had those little particles of light. 

“It’s your first kiss… I should make it count, puppy.” he whispered, pulling him back. 

This time Chanyeol just gave in, letting Kyungsoo lead him. 

All the dreams from the previous nights flashed in front of his eyes, all the dirty stuff Kyungsoo had made him dream about. Those dreams were hunting him day and night, creating a tension inside his body that was slowly making him lose his mind. Chanyeol was sure he just lost it, all sanity left his body.

Chanyeol didn’t know much of what he should do, he left his hands lying alongside his body, not daring to touch Kyungsoo. 

Apparently touching Kyungsoo was much more off limits than kissing him. 

The kiss didn’t last long, as Kyungsoo moved a little away from Chanyeol. His red lips, now swollen, were curved into a little smirk, his eyes switching from Chanyeol’s lips to his eyes. 

“Nothing bad happened, hm? No lightning from heaven, no angels coming down to drag you to hell.” His voice was a little bit deeper than normally, but besides that he seemed not affected by their kiss. 

However, Chanyeol had a very hard time. His heart was pounding, trying to run away from his chest, his breath irregular and fast. His lips were tingling, not in a bad way, but the feeling was bothersome.

“A-are you proud of yourself?” he hardly croaked out. 

Shame literally flooded him. He just gave in to a demon. 

“Satisfied for now, yes. It’s tragic you didn’t let yourself do more.” His hand reached out from neck to his face. Chanyeol didn’t move, feeling how the small fingers wrapped around his chin. His breath caught in his throat as he stared at the small creature in front of him. “You’re such a pretty puppy. And you look hot in these clothes. You should dress casually more often.” The hand started to slowly slide down his neck, Chanyeol shivered. “You react to me so obviously; it’s only a matter of time till I’ll get what we both want.” The hand slided down further, Kyungsoo’s eyes following it with a smirk. 

Chanyeol wondered what’s so amusing in this situation, the Demon really seemed to have fun.

And then he realized, right when Kyungsoo’s hand was low enough to almost touch his crotch.

Chanyeol was semi hard under his sweatpants, his penis poking onto the fabric. It was evident, no way to overlook.

He held his breath. 

“I won’t do anything without your consent.” Kyungsoo’s voice for some reason was soft, almost like the silk he was wearing. 

“You already kissed me without my consent.” Chanyeol noticed, throat turning dry. 

“Did I?” He tilted his head. It seemed to be a habit, it also made him look deceptively innocent. “You were asking for it, puppy. I allowed you to stop me, you didn’t.”

“But I didn’t say ‘yes’ either.” he pointed out breathlessly. The small hand was distracting, making it hard to focus on anything else.

“Hm… Right. I can only say sorry.” A pout appeared on the doll face. “I got too excited.”

Was he making fun of him? Chanyeol wasn’t sure. 

He swallowed. “Can you take your hand away?” he asked weakly. Something in him really wanted to move his hips, make Kyungsoo’s hand touch him. His body was aching for it, for any type of friction, any contact, but he had to stop himself. Even if the prospect of being touched was appealing he couldn’t, no matter how much his own body begged for it.

As the small hand moved away from his body Chanyeol’s hips jerked forward involuntarily, making him let out an embarrassed groan. 

Actually, he wasn’t sure if it was embarrassment, but that was what he preferred to believe in. 

Kyungsoo raised his eyebrow, looking down, which made Chanyeol all red on the face. His erection started growing even more, this time hard to ignore even by him. The evident tent in his pants was putting itself into the view on its own. He knew it’s all the tension from the previous weeks built up, now asking to be released and the kiss didn’t help. In fact, it made everything worse. After all Kyungsoo was just by his side, he could have him only if he wanted to. 

“I can help you with that” the Demon offered silently, as he read his mind, face completely serious. His gaze didn’t leave Chanyeol’s crotch, but there was no trace of derision. 

The suggestion was tempting, much more than Chanyeol would like to accept.

In all his dreams there had been just them, all alone. Some mornings Chanyeol had woken up with a hunch it hadn’t been just dreams, they had been too realistic. The feelings and emotions too. All the pleasure he had experienced created an impression it all had been happening in real life. 

It wasn’t, yet it left some type of longing in Chanyeol and at that point he knew the longing wasn’t just simply directed at the general concept of release, but at this one specific person, which now was just a heartbeat away, keen to give him whatever he wanted, however he wanted. 

He desired Kyungsoo. 

Should he agree? Was it what he actually wanted?

He ogled Kyungsoo a little longer, not having the courage to admit defeat. Was he too proud to do so? He already let go of his dignity when he’d allowed the kiss to happen. 

Instead of saying anything (he would rather die) he just catched Kyungsoo’s chin and dragged the smaller Demon into a kiss.

The kiss was hot, fast and deep. The hunger Chanyeol felt was ironically consuming him . This time he let himself act, take the lead, though he wasn’t even sure what to do. Kyungsoo seemed to not mind, just giving in to what Chanyeol tried and could offer. 

Chanyeol grabbed the Demon by his waist, bringing him closer to connect their bodies. His figure turned out to be as delicate under his touch as he suspected. The narrow waist was slim and fragile; Chanyeol feared that if he’d squeeze him too hard it’d break. He gasped silently when Kyungsoo’s arms left his neck and instead settled on his back, sliding under his hoodie. The kiss lasted for much longer, making Chanyeol lose his mind with every second of those sinful lips brushing against his. His heart pounded super fast, making him hot, as if his blood boiled. He didn’t feel like backing off, even for a second. Instead the hunger inside him seemed to build up further, now utterly out of his control. 

Kyungsoo’s small palms were caressing his back as he squeezed his small waist a little bit harder in reaction to a little bite of the Demon’s teeth on his lip. Instead of freaking Chanyeol out it somehow turned him on even more, longing for more kisses, this time with their tongues dancing together.

Chanyeol had never kissed someone before and he didn’t know where this whole confidence came from. Was it pure lust? This, he had. 

As if Kyungsoo really could read his mind, the Demon moved his face a little, a smirk back at its place on his plushy, swollen mouth. 

“Oh puppy, if I didn't know better I’d never guess you’re a virgin,” he whispered into his mouth softly, lips barely brushing against Chanyeol’s. His innocent, big eyes looked up, just to look into his eyes, the long lashes casting shadows at his cheeks. He looked like a doll — a ruthlessly pretty and dangerous doll. “Someone here is natural,” he added equally quietly, before one of his hands sneaked out of his back to lay on his hip, dangerously close to his hard-on. 

All the memories from the dreams gathered inside him once again, creating a mixture of lust and desire he wasn’t able to resist, nor did his body. He was a little bit ashamed, but the other feelings inside him were much more intense right now.

“I was right, wasn’t I?” The delicate fingers brushed against his abdomen. “It’s big.” The Demon wasn’t ashamed to look him deep in Chanyeol’s eyes while saying that, soft smug smirk decorating the beautiful face. 

He almost took Chanyeol’s breath away with how decisive his deep voice was. 

Chanyeol let out a moan in reaction to the touch slowly moving lower, hips jerking forward on its own.

It happened super fast. He didn’t even protest when Kyungsoo pushed him back, making him land comfortably on the couch. The Demon almost instantly climbed onto his lap, positioning his thick thighs on both sides of his waist. The kisses started again, ever more intensively than before, making it harder for Chanyeol to keep up.

The kiss made Chanyeol dumbstruck, totally speechless and dazed. Kyungsoo’s little bites and soft tongue movements were almost making him lose his mind. Chanyeol was never kissed before today, but he could imagine this being a dream kiss. 

His big hands slowly and a little bit unsurely fell back onto the Demon’s waist, which was stupid — Chanyeol was literally making out with him. Why would the grip be the most embarrassing out of all this inexperience?

As the kiss lasted, Chanyeol’s heart almost ran out of his chest, he didn’t even realize when his hold hardened, pulling Kyungsoo even closer, their chest literally glued to each other. A little groan left Kyungsoo’s throat, as he noticed the strength Chanyeol squeezed his sides with, his hips moving, which resulted in his full ass rubbing against Chanyeol’s crotch. 

It was too much, doubtlessly too much. He lost control, all his restraint out of the window as he let himself touch as much as he could, groping and squeezing every part of Kyungsoo’s body. It was like a fever dream, straight out of all the heated nights he experienced. 

“Fuck,” Kyungsoo gasped, a little bit breathlessly as he stopped his movements, Chanyeol’s erection touching his crotch. Chanyeol was able to feel Kyungsoo wasn’t completely unbothered by this, his own cock growing hard against his. It just seemed harder to notice, as the tight pants he was wearing made a great job in hiding it. 

Chanyeol felt weak with all the need he was exposed to, not even sure if it was his own body or the Demon’s magic doing its tricks. He knew they had their ways to raise the sexual tension, to create an erotic atmosphere. The Demon was a creation of everything sinful and filthy, he was sex itself. 

Kyungsoo’s plumpy lips slowly moved lower, passionately started kissing Chanyeol’s chin, then his jaw, leaving a few small bites behind. When his mouth reached the neck, Chanyeol whimpered lowly, feeling shivers going down his spine. His big hands squeezed Kyungsoo’s firm thighs. His muscles were literally burning to do something, anything to let out the pressure. He wanted, he needed and he didn’t care what he’d need to do to get it. 

“You’re vile,” he moaned, feeling Demon’s teeth leaving marks on his collarbone. Kyungsoo was gracious enough to make them somewhere not visible. 

“You love it,” he whispered back, hips moving restlessly. “You don’t even know how much I crave to feel it in my mouth,” he whined into Chanyeol’s skin. “My mouth waters at the single thought. It must feel so heavy.” The moan he let out made Chanyeol tremble.

His dick was already painfully hard, heavy and pressed to Kyungsoo, reacting to every movement with a twitch. 

“I can imagine it being so big and meaty, stretching my mouth so wide. I’d look hot as fuck, I can guarantee you that.”

He could imagine this. Those full, plumpy lips around his girth, so lewd and arousing. 

The Demon’s hand sneaked between their bodies, touching Chanyeol’s erection with his delicate cold hand. Chanyeol whimpered, ready to obey, his sanity gone after the promise of pleasure invaded his brain. His brain really stopped processing what he was doing, the only thing doing the thinking right now was his dick and he had enough self-awareness to admit that.

“Shit,” he moaned, feeling the first stroke on his length through the fabric of his sweatpants.

“What did you say? My puppy knows such bad words, huh?” Before he answered, Kyungsoo tightened his grip. Chanyeol moaned, squeezing his eyes. 

Kyungsoo’s lips, which had remained close to his skin till then, moved away, as well as his whole body but his hands moved painfully slowly. 

“Let me suck you.”

That was the last chance to back off, he knew it, but the temptation was too strong, especially in his current state. 

“Come on, Chanyeol.” His name sounded so sweetly in his mouth, almost like a promise. It became even harder to resist him when he was speaking like this, his big eyes shining at him with excitement. “You want it. We both see it. I feel it. Your frustration is making me crazy. I feel dazed because of it, believe me it doesn’t affect just you.”

Chanyeol without saying anything just brought Kyungsoo’s hand under his sweatpants, too ashamed to voice out his consent. 

Kyungsoo smiled devilishly, licking his lips in anticipation. He didn’t say much more, starting his job with slowly taking out his shaft out of his pants. 

Chanyeol felt out of it, the cold touch on hot skin felt too overwhelming. He just let go, closing his eyes and whimpering with need. He really needed it, he wanted his release. Everything had been building up in him for too long, now when the relief was so close and had such a naughty gaze on him, he couldn’t stop himself. He rejected all hesitations and just let his emotions win.

Kyungsoo's hands felt like heaven as he stroked him slowly, looking at his cock like it was some sweet treat. Kyungsoo licked his lips one again, mesmerized by the length and thickness. He wanted it in; Chanyeol was sure the Demon had seen a lot of dicks in his long life and Chanyeol doubted the hunger in those big eyes was real, but it still turned him on.

“You need to say yes,” Kyungsoo whispered slowly, not averting his gaze even for a second, even if his words seemed serious. “I’m a demon, but I won’t do anything without your consent. Words, puppy.”

“Just do it.” Chanyeol gasped, hips moving to feel friction from the hand on his erection. “Please” he added in embarrassment, wanting to let him know it’s okay, but still too humiliated to actually use the word ‘yes’.

“With pleasure.” 

The rest was just a fever dream, or at least Chanyeol thought so. The wet kisses and finally licks on him were leaving him trembling and when Kyungsoo finally took him inside his sweet mouth, Chanyeol was sure he’s gone and it wouldn’t take long before he would just come. It was embarrassing, but he didn’t care. He had a feeling Kyungsoo knew very well how tense he was, how horny. After all, it was Chnayeol’s first time to even have anyone touch him this way. When you restrict yourself for so long, twenty eight years to be specific, it’s only natural you explode when you have a chance to actually experience any kind of sexual contact with another person. 

Chanyeol knew it’ll pay back very soon, but he wasn’t thinking, at least not with his head.

The warm mouth, wet and so tight, was surrounding his shaft completely, the movements of the tongue making the experience only more pleasant. Kyungsoo looked totally into it, now kneeling in front of him, his small palms squeezing Chanyeol tightly every time he let Chanyeol’s dick in deeper. Kyungsoo even moaned on his cock, eyes going up, looking at Chanyeol shamelessly as he took him in and out. He looked like a sin, gaze dazed and erotic. 

The pleasure built up with every movement of Kyungsoo’s head. Even if Chanyeol didn’t have any experience in life, he could say the boy was making him feel crazy with how good he was at his job; Chanyeol’s own hand couldn’t compare. 

He actually felt dizzy. It was so bad, but it felt so good. He was sure the sex demon was much more skilled than any normal person, which was making it only ten times worse; or better. In some ways it was a blessing to have someone like this going down on you for the first time, but Chanyeol would never call it this way. 

He knew he wasn’t thinking straight, but especially as the loud moans and whimpers had started leaving his mouth, he didn’t really care. 

He took a tight grip on Kyungsoo’s head, looking at the man as he took him in. The movements looked so hot and dirty at the same time. The Demon seemed to like it, as he mewled under his breath, Chanyeol’s penis still in his mouth. He could even take it all in one go, which made Chanyeol shiver, his cock literally touching Kyungsoo’s throat. He wasn’t choking, which was impressive considering his size, but he guessed it’s nothing the Demon hadn’t had before. 

He couldn’t take it any longer, not when the sucking became so intense and so hungry, sloppy. He felt so overwhelmed, pleasure spreading through his whole body as he observed the little devil in front of him, looking like the prettiest, naughtiest creature ever. Chanyeol started to realize why the Demon looked so innocent, why he was created to look like a doll. It totally made sense. 

With a loud groan he let it all out of himself, closing his eyes tightly, even though the memories from his dreams appeared even in the dark of his closed eyelids; not comparable to what was in front of him in the reality, but still hot and fazing. 

Something told him it was also the work of the creature kneeling between his legs.

“Kyungsoo,” he gasped.

No name had ever sounded so filthy in his mouth. His release tasted too much like some unknown type of catharsis, however unbelievable it sounded. Chanyeol had refused his needs for too long, so as he let himself have a taste, it all flooded on him with full force, leaving him trembling, literally.

And he knew Kyungsoo knew . That little devil knew exactly what he just did and the innocent look he sent him, as Chanyeol finally opened his eyes, was telling enough. 

“You came so fast. Oh puppy, how did you resist your own needs for so long?” His hoarse voice was sexy. As the way he looked whIle licking his lips, just like he would want more, apparently not satisfied yet.

Chanyeol didn’t say anything, just closed his eyes and as he opened them after a while there was no one but him in the small living room, only the characteristic smell of ashes mixed with something sweet still lingering in the air. 

Chapter 5

Notes:

Long time no see

Chanyeol woke up with a sore neck. He laid on his couch in an uncomfortable position on his stomach, his long legs sticking out from the sofa. His arms were bent under his body, painfully numb.

He groaned unhappily, hearing his alarm yelling at him to get up. 

It was 5 in the morning. He still had an hour and a half before his first mass that day. 

He took a deep breath before he struggled to get up, not ready to face the day with back pain and soreness. But what other choice did he have?

He went through his morning routine on autopilot. After all, day after day, he’d been doing all the same tasks for years now. The first moment when he had to use his attention was when he entered the church. 

He couldn’t be on autopilot in the home of God. It was a sacred place, deeply important to him, and he respected it deeply. He always tried to give his best during masses, offering God and the believers everything he could. He led them in prayers to ensure their Lord listened, paying homage to the greatest Creator. He was good at this, that he knew. His love was undeniable and every word that left his mouth was full of love and gratitude. 

Especially then, when he be became sure He existed. He’s there, for him and all the people.

And that was the most beautiful thing he could imagine.

After the morning mass, he took his time cleaning and organizing everything in the sacristy. He kept it tidy, not wanting to bring disorder into such a holy place. He was a young priest, but he already set firm rules for himself.

For example — not allowing himself to think about his impure dreams caused by an annoying demon in the Church. 

With nothing else to do, he decided to close the church and return to the clergy house, perhaps to pray the rosary since he hadn’t done so on his own this week. 

In his parish, there weren't many believers. It was a small community on the outskirts of the city. Many priests weren’t needed, Chanyeol could manage on his own.

He was brought there after the priest which had been leading the community became very sick, not being able to fulfill his duties anymore. Before that, Chanyeol had been in another place, closer to the city, where he, his teacher, and five other priests lived. He’d spent about a year there, becoming very close with the master. 

He was a smart man in his late fifties, very wise and loving. He took good care to qualify Chanyeol right enough for him to step on his own. Chanyeol was only twenty-eight, but the master had been already putting a lot of faith in him, which was a great honor. Chanyeol looked up at Jaesung, he thought about him highly and was thankful for everything he’d done for him.

As Chanyeol eventually entered the house he decided to take a shower, not feeling so fresh after the morning. He hadn’t had time earlier to do so. Too busy with his breakfast and ironing his cassock. 

As he took off his clothes in the bathroom and glanced in the mirror something started him mid-movement, his eyes widening in terror. 

On his collarbone was located a red hickey, contrasting with his skin. Hard to overlook. 

He swallowed.

Chanyeol touched it with a shaking finger, not believing it was real. Not believing it wasn’t a

But couldn’t be a dream if the evidence was right in front of his eyes — clear and obvious. 

A silent, choking noise escaped his mouth as he looked away, his thoughts turning to chaos as he struggled to collect them. 

It happened. He let the Demon do something sinful, something dirty to him in real life. It wasn’t a dream. Chanyeol had sinned — worse, because it was the one he’d sworn to never commit.

He went under the shower, turned the cold water on, and let himself wonder. Soon the contemplation became a sobbing mess. Not long later just straight out crying. 

He felt filthy and disgusting.

He let himself cry under the ice-cold water, not knowing what to do. Everything he promised himself, everything he promised his God, just fell into pieces. All because of one annoying Demon who played with his mind.

But it was only Chanyeol’s fault. He let it happen. He wasn’t strong enough.

He began praying. Chanyeol couldn’t believe that right after he discovered He truly existed, deepening his faith more than ever, he had also committed the greatest sin of his life. What could top having a sexual act with a demon? It probably was the worst you could do. This was a creature from hell.

It was his defeat. 

As he dressed up and sat down, watching his hands attentively, he tried to think it all through. What happened was a consequence of many things at once. Mostly his sexual frustration, the longing he knew he had, but always thought he was stronger than to cave in. He’d never before even considered actually attempting to act on his needs. It wasn’t that hard, but it’d grown much stronger through the last weeks. Mostly because of the dirty games the Demon played, but also his own, apparently unrestrained, greed. He was stupid, weak, and easy to manipulate. Kyungsoo’s pretty doll face and sweet eyes didn’t help at all.

Kyungsoo was the embodiment of sin and he looked every bit the part.

Chanyeol had never erred in his faith, he’d always known what he wanted and how much he was able to give up on just to maintain his duty. And now he demolished it all. He felt useless.

As he swallowed hard, his finger unconsciously reached to his neck. He touched the place where he remembered one of the hickeys was located. Kyungsoo made it just in the right place, right under his collar so no one could see it but him. 

Chanyeol couldn’t lie. Everything that happened yesterday was a burst of need, desire and even if he hated to admit it, it actually felt good. Too good to be true. 

As he remembered the feeling of the tight, full lips around his penis, the small tongue licking it from the underside, he shivered. The view was so ungodly, so lewd. Chanyeol wanted to erase the memory from his brain, however he couldn’t and he was sure it was about to haunt him for a long. He hoped that now that the demon had gotten what he wanted, it would be the last time they saw each other. He knew he’d never forget the pretty face somehow, but he knew it was for the better. He might remember that pretty face and deep dark eyes for his whole life. 

It was impossible not to think about Kyungsoo. In fact, Chaanyeol slowly started to think he might have an obsession. Exactly like the Demon predicted — he couldn’t throw him out of his mind, not only in a sexual way. 

As Chanyeol started to prepare something to eat he got lost in his thoughts, focused on praying and trying to avoid all the flashbacks from yesterday.

Twelve arrived sooner than he would have liked. He felt like garbage, completely unfit to stand before his God and speak to Him. Not right after he’d done such an outrageous action, which put him into deep shame, almost burning his soul. 

But he had to. 

So another mass he did; on the edge of the inner mental breakdown, but he still tried his best to conduct it with as much devotion as he could.

It was the most stressful and long mass of his life. Chanyeol didn’t know what he expected; a bolt of lightning being thrown at him? This didn’t make any sense, but the stress and fear were too strong, especially in the moments when Chanyeol had to address Him directly. It seemed he was unworthy to utter even a single prayer to Him.

And the part of skin where one of the hickeys was located was burning, the same as the cross that burned his skin the first time he met the Devil. This time for completely different reasons. 

He came back home tired. Chanyeol planned to just lay down and nap, hoping for the sleep to brush all the memories away.

But it wasn’t given. Just right after his shoes hit the floor someone rang to the door. It startled Chanyeol for a moment. His heartbeat quickened, the fear of the demon coming back somehow rising.

It was stupid, Kyungsoo didn’t use doors. 

He opened it only to be met with an old man, looking at him with his dark eyes smiling — which itself made Chanyeol smile too. 

“Father Jaesung.” He let the man he considered as his mentor in, fear long gone, now just a contentment from the unannounced visit. Chanyeol bowed down. “What brings you here?”

He helped the other priest take off his jacket and then they both came further into the house. “I decided to visit you to check on you. Long time no see, Son.” His hand patted Chanyeol’s shoulder.

“Thank you for your visit, I appreciate this. It’s nice to see you again.” Chanyeol started boiling water in the kettle after reaching the kitchen.

“I was worried about you. You weren’t giving any signs of life for the last few weeks!”

Chanyeol just laughed, finding it heartwarming that priests from his previous parish still remember about him. 

“I’m sorry, I got pretty busy.” Something really painful pierced through his chest when he got reminded why he stayed radio silent. He stared at the kettle for a long moment before he dared: “Something bothers me these days.”

A soft smile that appeared on the priest’s face somehow suggested he expected Chanyeol to say something like this. He was looking at the young one with a tenderness Chanyeol had been seeing a lot, especially at the very beginning of his journey as a priest. 

“What is it, Chanyeol?” he simply asked. 

Chanyeol gave himself a moment to think as he filled the cup with hot water and brought two teas to the table where they both sat. He observed the mug before he said: “Something happened. Something that made my faith stronger than ever. I’d even say it made me sure our Lord exists.” he silently stated, his eyes low. “But… there’s still something testing my devotion. And it makes me feel awful.”

Jaesung looked at him thoughtfully. “You’re still young,” he acknowledged. “Everyone of us had to go through our doubts, once or twice, believe me.”

“Yes, but..” he sighed heavily. He couldn’t tell him the truth, he wasn’t even sure if the older would believe him. At the same time, the whole position Chanyeol had found himself in was too complicated and overwhelming for him to go through alone. “I just don’t know what to do. I don’t want to fail Him, now that I’m more than ever sure He’s there. I feel like I’m making a mistake, like my demeanor tarnishes His name.” 

Priest just focused his gaze on him, not saying anything, sipping on his tea. 

Chanyeol groaned in frustration, burying his face in his hands. He expected to get some type of advice; “I’m afraid I can be too weak, I don’t know if my love is enough.”

The Priest hummed, still watching him attentively. It somehow drove Chanyeol crazy. He felt like a kid in the dark. For the first time having to deal with a crisis of his faith, ironically right when all he believed in got confirmed. 

“Chanyeol, there’ll always be things that will make you question this path. You’ll always rethink and overthink,” he noticed softly, a warm smile on his calm, wise face. “Just trust yourself. There are reasons, many of them, why you're where you are. You can’t let just a first obstacle make you doubt everything you went through. You did a good job, Son. You’re still doing a good job. You’re out here, all alone and despite your young age, you’ve never asked me for help. You’re perfect the way you are, God knows that. He wouldn’t cross you out just because you make mistakes, Chanyeol. You’re a good priest, you're a good person. And you love Him, that’s all that matters.”

“B-but why…”

“Son, everything happens for a reason. God has a plan. Trust him. Trust yourself.”

Now Chanyeol wanted to cry. Jaesung was right, whether he liked it or not. It just hurt him that his first mistake, his first ever crisis happened because of a creature right from hell. It was vile, it seemed like Satan himself wanted to play with him. Chanyeol couldn’t tell how far from the truth it was, but it still could be a possibility.

However, he was the one who gave in. But who wouldn’t? What twenty-eight-year-old boy wouldn’t, if something so alluring, beautiful, and despicable would want to seduce him? He was just a weak human, after all. No matter how perfect and proper he tried to be. Humans are imperfect, humans make mistakes. He was just a human, he couldn’t expect to be more moral than God.

It just hurt like hell to be tricked. 

Though Jaesung seemed to understand and it made Chanyeol feel better. He probably would never guess what Chanyeol could be concerned about, but Chanyeol still wanted to take it to heart. God has a plan, God wouldn’t stop believing in his child so easily. Chanyeol just had to work it through inside his own head. He felt obligated to somehow pay God back for the sin he committed and he was about to do so. But first, he needed a proper conversation with Him, without shame or anger. 

“Thank you, your words mean a lot,” Chanyeol responded in a quiet voice, his eyes still low on the mug in front of him. “It’s just… hard not to blame yourself.”

“I know, you try your best and even the smallest failure hurts. But you can’t be perfect, take it easy.”

Chanyeol just nodded. “How’s life in the city?” he changed the topic, finally taking a sip of the tea. 

The elder Priest left two hours later, leaving Chanyeol conflicted but soothed at the same time. He still felt awful, but the conversation with the priest helped him.

After he said goodbye to Jaesung he cleared the mugs out of the table and entered his bedroom. The deep and dark, very similar smell immediately got into his nose, startling him. 

But the room was empty and as tidy as he left it in the morning.

***

“This is such bullshit.”

Chanyeol jumped in place, his hand on the knob of the sacristy, which he just left. He finished his evening mass half an hour ago and planned to clean the altar to make it ready for tomorrow. 

“What are you doing here?” he gulped weakly, feeling his legs getting numb.

He hoped to never see Kyungsoo again. The Demon hadn’t shown up for a few days now. Chanyeol presumed he wouldn’t come ever again. 

But Kyungsoo was standing insolently on the altar, right in front of the bible, flipping pages in lazy motions, an amused smirk on his full, pretty lips. He didn’t look at Chanyeol even for a second. “Reading, can’t you see?”

“Anything interesting?” he sighed, already knowing Kyungsoo won’t leave anytime soon. He just hoped he wouldn’t try to do anything stupid.

“Lots of lies and fairytales, if you want to know,” he answered, finally raising his face to look at Chanyeol, a mischievous smile plastered to his face. “You, people, really think your beloved God is so petty and needs this whole circus around him?” he asked, thick eyebrow raised. 

Chanyeol stared at him without a word for a long moment, feeling offended by these words. “Can you not speak about Him this way at least in His home?” 

Chanyeol walked closer to stand beside the Demon. He closed the bible after pushing Kyungsoo’s delicate hands away. He didn’t want anything evil to touch God’s words, not in his parish. 

Kyungsoo smirked, though he took a step back. “It’s his home only because you call it this way. Do you think he cares about your little silly churches? You think he showers himself with your attention and love every time you organize those stupid rituals for him? He doesn’t give a single fuck.”

“Shut up.” Chanyeol blurted out, words leaving his throat without his will. He opened his eyes widely, hating the usage of the words he chose. He looked at Kyungsoo, who titled his head left, watching him now with squinted eyes.

“I ruined everything, hm? Everything has fallen.” Demon turned around to face Chanyeol properly.

Chanyeol inhaled the air sharply, as the deep black eyes looked up into his. Kyungsoo didn’t look like he said that to tease, to make fun of him, but it still managed to anger him. Chanyeol didn’t know what was true and what was a lie. The Demon could as well just imagine all those things, tricking him into a narration that was far away from the truth.

That was what Chanyeol preferred and wanted to believe, much more than the prospect of his whole service being for nothing. His God wouldn’t let his kids wander around something false for so long.

And the Demon had more than one reason to lie.

That’s why he dared to look back at him with anger, his Adam's apple moving as he swallowed. “You just made me more sure what I’m doing is the right thing.”

“Did I?” A small cold hand reached to his neck, sneaking his finger under Chanyeol’s collar, where he caressed the sensitive skin, right by the hickey that was still decorating his collarbone. “Was letting me blow you also right?” he whispered, staring at Chanyeol exactly like a few days ago. He didn’t give in under the attentive gaze, he stared at him back, jaw painfully set. His blood got hot, just as the little cross on his neck. 

“I’m a weak human and you tricked me, but I’ll carry every test God will send my way.”

“You think God sent me to you?” Kyungsoo scoffed. “You’re so cute, but don’t think about yourself so highly. I’ve been just horny. And you look yummy.” To confirm his words Kyungsoo licked his lips.

Chanyeol unconsciously focused his eyes on them, remembering very well how hot and plumpy they’d felt around him. The lewd flashbacks appeared in front of his eyes in a second, making his legs weak. “You better get out of here, now.” He tried to use the last strokes of his confidence to make Kyungsoo go away, no matter how pathetic his actions seemed to be. 

“Make me.”

“Kyungsoo…”

“Make me go away, puppy. Make me leave the beloved temple of your God, so I won’t taint it with my filthy existence. That’s your job, Chanyeol, isn’t it? You are supposed to protect this sacred place. And here you are, having dirty thoughts about my mouth around your big cock right on the altar. What will your God think about this, puppy?” he challenged a bold smirk decorating his doll face.

Chanyeol's gaze went up from Kyungsoo’s lips to their small nose and then to his full cheeks. Every part of his face seemed to be made from porcelain. Chanyeol wondered if it could be crushed. 

He wished to crush him into pieces, maybe then this stupid, shameless smile would disappear. 

“Stop this profanity, Demon.” he spat, not so venomously as he wished. 

His blood was boiling, anger literally burning his whole chest, yet there was something else that occupied his mind, much more unreal and hollow. 

The beauty. The beauty and the promise he saw in those deep dark eyes. It was like a call of the void; a call for his body and soul, louder than anything he’d ever heard. It called him to jump in, to give in, to let himself drown. However, it wasn’t like the last time; this time it was fueled with too many utterly different emotions, stronger but also real, totally valid after everything that happened a few days ago.

He didn't register when it happened, but one moment he was throwing lightning in Kyungsoo’s way, and in another he found himself kissing the Demon hungrily, catching his wrists into his grasp. The Demon seemed to melt into him, not even one word uttered as he let Chanyeol kiss him passionately. Chanyeol let out all the anger and powerlessness he’d been feeling. 

He knew he shouldn’t, he once again fucked up big time, but Kyungsoo looked too welcoming, alluring and the strong emotions were making Chanyeol slowly lose his mind.

When the reason got pushed away by the explosive mixture of suppressed, hidden, and shameful emotions it couldn’t end in any other way.

Kyungsoo was too attractive for him to not give in. Kyungsoo was his weakness. Kyungsoo was sly and manipulative, but Chanyeol couldn’t lie and say it was the only thing that kept bringing him back in. He just found Kyungsoo hot and mysterious. He was a creature Chanyeol would never dream of meeting; a creature he should be scared of.

Somehow he wasn’t. Instead, he wanted him. 

The kiss got heated much faster than they both expected. Not long after they got their hands all over themselves, Kyungsoo gripped all he could through the thick fabric of the cassock, as Chanyeol slipped his hands down Kyugsoo’s back to squeeze his backside, surprisingly full and juicy. The tight pants the Demon was wearing were perfectly highlighting his firm ass, which surprised Chanyeol a little, not in a wrong way. 

“Fuck, you reek of frustration. I need you to fuck me,” Kyungsoo moaned into his ear, which instead of disgust, made Chanyeol groan in need. 

He picked the demon up and without disconnecting their lips he sat him down on the table, this time squeezing his small, slim waist.

He groan again. How could Kyungsoo be so petite and why was it so arousing?

Kyungsoo gasped when Chanyeol stood between his legs, his erection right in front of his crotch.

Chanyeol was on edge, especially as all the dreams once again started flashing in front of his eyes, this time in accompaniment of the real memories. Which made it more insane. 

He didn’t know how long they were just making out, hot kisses and silent moans resounding in the space of the big, cold church. Chanyeol left a wet trail along Kyungsoo’s smooth neck, as white as snow. He didn’t know kissing someone’s skin could be so pleasant. Kyungsoo seemed to like it as well. 

As he moved away, ready to take the cotton sweater off of Kyungsoo, he saw the bible lying a few centimeters from Kyungsoo’s hip.

As he saw the book he got reminded where they were. 

Chanyeol jumped away immediately, terror painting the depths of his eyes. He stared at Kyungsoo dumbstruck. The creature seemed to be as surprised by his sudden back-off. 

“No, no, no, no. I didn’t!” Chanyeol started walking left and right on the altar, feeling panic forming inside his chest. He didn’t, he couldn’t. He hadn’t been making out in the church, on the altar with a Demon! It was pure blasphemy. There was a cross right behind his back!

He started inhaling quickly, totally forgetting about Kyungsoo. 

“Chanyeol!” The deep voice seemed muffled like he was underwater. He didn’t care. There was a storm inside Chanyeol’s head. “For fuck’s sake, you look like you’re about to die.”

Cold hands caught his hands. It stooped Chanyeol’s steps.

He breathed heavily. His heart was pounding and Kyungsoo just stared at him, his hold on Chanyeol’s hands firm. For a second Chanyeol even thought he saw a fear inside Kyungsoo’s eyes and this surprised him enough to actually stop thinking for a second. Before he had a chance to react Kyungsoo sighed and shook his head, eyes averted so Chanyeol wouldn’t be able to read them. 

And then he disappeared, like always, leaving Chanyeol in the middle of another mental breakdown, this time extremely strong and terrifying. 

Notes:

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Chapter 6

Notes:

Okay so it’s a lot of filth and I’m not the best in writing it so, sorry but we need to get through it!

Another few days passed before the Demon appeared again. 

Or worse.

Chanyeol was spending his evening in his living room. The day was long and incredibly hot. The summer started much sooner than it’d be expected with its full force. Sun was hanging high on the sky, shining bright and making it almost unbearable. Chanyeol loved the sun, he loved summer and loved spending time outside, but only to some point, he had a very strong limit and it got crossed a few degrees ago.

His fan was on, the tv show he’d turned on much more boring than he expected and that’s when his phone vibrated. 

He expected his mom or one of his friends to contact him, but what he saw on the lockscreen was an unknown number and the message: ‘I was thinking about you, I really wished him to be you. You would like that too, right?’.

He didn’t have to think twice to guess who it was. The bigger mystery was how he’d gotten Chanyeol’s number. 

Chanyeol pondered if he should open the message, fear actually creeping in right away, but his curiosity won and…

Curiosity is the first step to hell, he decided. 

He didn’t expect a video and definitely not a seven minutes long one. At first it was hard to see anything on the screen, the video too dark, but right after Chanyeol clicked it to change it to the full screen he almost dropped his phone, a loud moan coming out from the speaker. 

He saw Kyungsoo; even in the dim light he was able to recognize him. His slim figure was completely naked in the video. And he wasn’t alone. Under him, on the thick mattress, laid a man with his trained hands on Kyungsoo’s full tights, squeezing him as the Demon moved up and down. 

Chanyeol swallowed. 

He wanted to drop the phone down immediately, but something was holding him back. Maybe the erotic view, maybe his fucked up brain. He just couldn’t turn off the video. He couldn’t cast his eyes away from the way Kyungsoo jumped on the stranger, from the way he was bent backwards, supporting himself with his hands on the other guy’s tights. He threw his head back, moaning something under his breath, Chanyeol wasn’t able to register what but the sound itself made him shiver.

He just stared speechless, his eyes opened wide like coins.

The video lasted for much longer. Soon Kyungsoo was laying head first on the mattress, his back up, forming a bow with his spine as the other man was entering him in and out, the sound of their bodies connecting loud and intimidating.

Of course Chanyeol had grown hard. Entirely against his will, but he wasn’t able to stop staring at Kyungsoo, at the way his body moved with every thrust of the other. He was very responsive, equally physically and verbally. 

It was hot. Or maybe it was just the weather. This way or another, Chanyeol felt the sweat trickling down his forehead and neck, he felt pressure in his stomach and a totally different kind in his pants.

“Chanyeol,” a loud moan left Kyungsoo’s mouth, making Chanyeol go crazy. 

The demon was with other man, being fucked with full force for four minutes now and what he did was to moan Chanyeol’s name. 

Chanyeol let out a shaking breath and not entirely consciously put his hand onto his crotch and started massaging. He didn’t care about the other guy, even if something itching was already piercing his heart, making him madly angry for some reason. But Chanyeol didn’t focus on this feeling for too long. Instead he just watched Kyungsoo; his whole attention was on Kyungsoo. On his beautiful body, moving so sweetly and graciously; on his face showing just pleasure; on the way he was biting his lips; on the way he squeezed his eyes. He was beautiful. So damn beautiful. 

Chanyeol tightened his eyes for a second, taking his penis out of his pants with one hand and started moving it up and down, focused on Kyungsoo, imagining himself in the other guy’s place. He wondered how this tight hole would feel around him, how much pleasure it would bring him. He wanted to squeeze and manhandle this body, feel the full flash between his fingers. 

He gasped when another moan left Kyungsoo’s lips. And that was the end of Chanyeol. It was embarrassing, like any other masturbation session ever since he met Kyungsoo, but he came, hard and with a loud moan, which composed perfectly with Kyungsoo’s.

The video on his phone played for a few moments more while he laid on the couch, breathing deeply. 

He was fucked. And the little shit was fully responsible for it. 

***

“It took you a long time today.”

At this point Chanyeol wasn’t even surprised to meet the Demon inside his home as he walked through the door after the evening mass. 

Of course he came at night. Kyungsoo knew exactly what he was doing. 

“Some people have responsibilities, they can’t just look pretty and do nothing for the whole day.” Chanyeol took off his shoes, putting keys in their place. “What do you want today?”

“Very judgemental of you. Do you think your Lord would like it?”

“I think my Lord already hates me for getting involved with you.”

“Bold of you to assume he can ‘hate’ you. Who do you think you are?”

Chanyeol froze in place for a brief moment before he asked: “And who you are, then? It’s you who apparently think you can enrage him by seducing me.”

“What?” Kyungsoo laughed. “Puppy, it was never about God! Y totally read it wrong. It’s about you!” he giggled giddily. 

Chanyeol passed by him, going to the kitchen, not risking eye contact. He couldn’t let himself look at him for too long. He still felt the build up tension from yesterday, even if he, completely shamefully, had to admit he’d try to let it out at least three times since yesterday. 

“You liked the video, am I right?” The Demon went after him, a playful grin on his pretty face.

“How did you even get my number?” Chanyeol murmured, opening the fridge. 

“Magic! Literally.”

He just hummed in response, bussing himself with food preparing. 

“Will you look at me?” Kyungsoo jumped onto the counter on Chanyeol’s side while he started cutting vegetables.

“I’d prefer not to,” he admitted silently.

Kyungsoo pouted, swinging his legs lightly. “Just kiss me and let’s do what you crave for.”

Chanyeol shook his head, clenching his fingers on the knife. He thought he was prepared for this moment. He’d known Kyungsoo would come, he’d also known facing him would be hard, mostly because of how Chanyeol started to feel. He wasn't an idiot and had enough self awareness to read his own body. He already admitted he wanted Kyungsoo, now he knew it would be only harder to stop himself. He’d gotten a chance to see the boy in action, to see how his body behaved and how lewd he sounds during sex. That wasn’t something he could just erase from his mind and even more, he wanted to go through it, he wanted to get a taste. 

And it sucked the most. Life would be much easier if the Demon would just let go, but no, he decided to keep playing his mind games. And, the weak creature Chanyeol was, he kept falling into his traps. At this point he knew the whole celibacy was useless bullshitz After someone triggered his frustration he was done. Fact that his trigger was an attractive, doll looking like demon was only making it worse. He didn’t know what to do, he didn’t know how to stop himself. He just knew he had to keep his guard up. 

But Chanyeol wasn’t delusional enough to believe he had a high chance to win. 

“I looked hot with that guy, didn’t I? You don’t even know how amazing his strong hands felt as he was squeezing my ass. And the abs…” he sighed dreamy. “Oh damn, he fucked me so hard and good, wonder if you’d be able to keep up, puppy.” Kyungsoo titled his head, looking at Chanyeol with a thoughtful pout. 

Chanyeol clenched his jaw, fragments of the video where the man was squeezing and slapping Kyungsoo’s body flashed in front of his eyes. 

Kyungsoo saw that, something dark flashing in his eyes. He gently took the knife out of Chanyeol’s grasp and put it aside while Chanyeol tried not to move, his heart beating fast; heavy and hot sensation literally hurting his chest. 

Then the cold hands catched his and pulled Chanyeol closer. Kyungsoo spread his legs, making a space for Chanyeol to stand between them and then let his finger caress the cheek. “Don’t be mad, you can always prove you can do better than him” he whispered to his ear, soft lips brushing against his earlobe.

Finally, Chanyeol raised his eyes, staring deep down into the black orbs, actually not thinking much. He felt rage, he couldn’t name it jealousy even if he recognized it as one. He was just too proud to think about it. 

“I looked hot, didn’t I? Did you imagine it was you under me? Making me lose my shit? I actually thought about you, very intensively.” His fingers moved down from his cheek through Chanyeol’s neck and chest. 

Chanyeol just stared at him, feeling the need rising inside his chest. He was pissed. At Kyungsoo, at what he had been doing with him, at how much he turned his world upside down, at how he provoked him, edging and making him do exactly what he wished. 

And he succeeded, Chanyeol was ready to do exactly what he wanted. His self defense was gone. He wanted this body in his arms.

Instead of letting Kyungsoo lead him, he caught Demon’s jaw and slightly raised it, so Kyungsoo looked him in the eyes. “Happy? You get what you wanted” he whispered darkly, his own gaze heavy and sharp. He wondered if he’d be able to intimate the demon, if he’d be able to see the sly mask break. 

Of course nothing like that happened. Just the usual smirk.

“Very.”

Chanyeol kissed him, this time totally letting himself lose control. All the anger and frustration, all the weakness exploding, He grabbed Kyungsoo by hips and dragged him closer, which made the other let out a surprised gasp. Chanyeol didn’t try to be slow or gentle, he was about to give this little piece of shit exactly what he asked for, hoping that would make him go away, forever. 

“Fuck” Kyungsoo mumbled as Chanyeol’s lips moved to his neck and hands slided under the light material of the black shirt. The body he touched was hot, soft in a way that made Chanyeol want to touch further and further. And he was about to. 

In one, clean motion he just removed the shirt, not carrying if he’s moving fast or not. He was fueled by rage or he thought so. The movements may be a little rushed but totally not strained or forced. He wanted Kyungsoo even if he knew for Demon it was just a game. 

His kisses and squeezes were rapid, the same as Kyungsoo’s hands movements, as the creature tried to undress him, his hips pushing forward, creating friction between their crotches, which itself was pleasant like a damn sin. 

“You want it” the gasp seemed surprised, but Chanyeol didn’t let it trick him. 

“That’s what you want.”

“Stop being stubborn, puppy.”

Chanyeol picked him up by his thighs and after coming back to Kyungsoo’s lips he headed in the direction of his bedroom.

“Not going to fuck me on the counter? Oh puppy, I thought we’re going dirty today” the provocative whisper did nothing to him, Chanyeol seemed to be under some type of power trip.

He threw the demon onto his bed and looked at him seriously. “Isn’t it my first time? Should be proper, don’t you think?” 

Kyungsoo smirked darkly and licked his swollen lips. He grabbe Chanyeol by the fabric of his cassock and pulled. “It would be hot if you’d fuck me with this on” he said dreamily “but I much more prefer to see what you hide underneath, puppy.” 

Demon started to unbutton the cloth, staring deep into his eyes during the whole process, which seemed like a torture for already extremely turned on priest.

The rest of undressing went much quicker with a lot of wet kisses and flash grabbing. Chanyeol couldn’t believe he had such a body under him, free to touch. Kyungsoo looked like an angel. Milky skin that became flushed after the heavy make out, small pink nipples already stiff, inviting to suck and bite them. His thick thighs and narrow waist were begging to get squeezed, which Chanyeol  willingly did. 

Everything about Kyungsoo was beautiful, every fragment of his body. Chanyeol caught himself staring more than he’d like to admit. The difference between the size of their hands, the difference in strength and height, it was so turning on. 

As Chanyeol put his hand on Kyungsoo’s belly he almost covered it wholly and it did something to him. Something that resulted in his penis throbbing ruthlessly.

Being naked above Kyungsoo was like one of his wet dreams. His hard, big cock pocked onto his, much smaller and cuter one in a way Chanyeol felt the need to touch it.

He didn’t expect a sex demon to be so small down there. 

“You like it, hmm? My giant puppy likes his boys smaller and petty?” Kyungsoo knew. It didn’t surprise Chanyeol. 

“I totally do,” he whispered, kissing the almost white chest, observing how it moved after contact with Chanyeol’s teeth.

“And you enjoy foreplay. Oh fuck, you can’t be more attractive, father Park” Kyungsoo literally moaned before he turned them around to sat on Chanyeol, his ass dangerously close to his standing proudly and steady penis. 

He touched it with his hand, stroking it with a gentle smile, his gaze focused on this part of Chanyeol’s body. 

“You’re a virgin and I want to make it the best sex you'll ever have. But we need to take time” he whispered seductively. 

His cold hands moved along his chest, a sweet smile on his lips. He looked unbelievably innocent, his small frame so delicate it was hard to believe it was a body of the Demon.

Chanyeol in some way hated that they slowed down, he preferred to go quick and have it done before regrets hit him.

He caught his hands and pulled Kyungsoo down, making him fall onto his chest. The Demon let out a small giggle and he wiggled his butt, making Chanyeol moan as the full globes rubbed against his dick. 

“I’ll ride you” he whispered into his lips before he kissed him lavishly, his small tongue inviting itself inside his mouth. “But first…” He moved Chanyeol’s hand onto his ass, tightening his palm on one of the cheeks, releasing whimper. “Touch me” Kyungsoo groaned, grinding against him once again. “Right here.” He dragged his hand a little bit further, making a few of his fingers be placed between his buttocks, dangerously close to his hole. 

Chanyeol was shocked. He let out a shaky breath, clutching his hand on Kyungsoo’s ass once again before he let himself touch a place where Kyungsoo needed him. He wished to look, even for a second. He had never seen any man naked, not in this way, but after all the dreams he had gone through he knew exactly what he could expect. 

“Come on” silent whisper reached his ear. He didn’t even realize when Kyungsoo started kissing his jaw and neck. “I need you. I thought about this for so many days, puppy.” 

“Fuck” he gulped, shuddering. His hips jumped up, creating friction he longed for. 

Chanyeol’s finger moved, looking for the place Kyungsoo wanted him to feel. It wasn’t hard to find it, like it was calling for Chanyeol’s touch. The skin on his back was smooth, even more than the rest of Kyungsoo’s body. He let himself caressed this part for a moment more before he returned to the slick hole. He expected it to be much more lose, after all Demon had been fucking with so many people for centuries, but instead he came across a very tight pucker. At first he was scared to push too much, not wanting to hurt the Demon, but Kyungsoo himself pressed his ass onto his finger, making it slide inside much smoother than he thought it would. 

“It won’t hurt me, nothing will hurt,” he explained, his teeth touching Chanyeol’s earlobe. “Do whatever you want, I can take everything.”

Chanyeol looked up at the face of the Demon as he pushed his hips up and down his finger. He looked like a sin and the memories from the video he’d sent him yesterday flashed through his mind, remembering how lewdly he can look while jumping on the cock. 

That fucking guy…

Chanyeol groaned, more confidently and aggressively catching Kyungsoo’s mouth with his, lightly biting his lip to keep him away from backing up. Kyungsoo mewled silently, letting him slide his tongue inside while Chanyeol not so slowly added the second finger, feeling the tight walls surrounding them with a heat. He moved his fingers slowly, not sure if he’s doing it the right way. After all, he didn’t have any experience and the position they were in wasn’t ideal for fingering. 

But Kyungsoo moaned and the sound assured Chanyeol he did something right. So he didn’t stop, moving his fingers increasingly faster, hearing sweet noises time after time. 

Kyungsoo arched his back, completely shamelessly stroking Chanyeol’s cock along his own, pushing himself further onto his fingers, like he wanted to say it’s not enough.

“Fuck me, now” he said loudly. “You smell so good, oh my, you make me dizzy. I should fuck with virgins more often” he murmured dumbly, eyes shining with need, as dark as the place he came from. 

He sloppily pushed Chanyeol’s hand away and raised himself on Chanyeol’s chest, looking into his eyes, before he loaded himself with his lengthy, almost to the end in one go. 

Chanyeol almost screamed, seeing white. The sensation was beyond anything he experienced in his short life. He wanted more, he needed more. 

His hands squeezed Kyungsoo’s tights as the Demon moved, a usual smirk appearing on his face. One of his palms fell on Chanyeol’s cheek, stroking it gently. “That’s what you got off to, now it’s totally yours.”

His movements became fast, like he tried to make Chanyeol crazy with the tempo. He was irresistible, completely in power. Chanyeol didn’t mind, finding indescribable pleasure in the way Kyungsoo was staring at him.

It felt too good, the heat and the tightness of Kyungsoo thrilling him, making his body shiver. Every single muscle in Chanyeol’s body was tense. He had never felt anything like this — intense pleasure piercing through his whole body, making him forget about breathing.

Chanyeol stayed passive, he couldn’t do much. He felt overpowered, entirely in Kyungsoo’s grace.

He moved his hands onto Kyungsoo’s waist, squeezing it lightly. It was so narrow, like it had been made for his hands. 

He moaned loudly when he thought about it, seeing in Kyungsoo’s eyes he was thinking about the same. 

They looked into each other's eyes, Kyungsoo lustfully rode him, his small cock jumping along with him.  It was a obseny view but totally worth every second. 

The sweet, innocently looking boy looked indecent, corrupted for someone who would observe them from the side. They both knew it was only a facade. The little slut knew exactly what he was doing as he observed him through half lidded eyes, whimpering time after time. Chanyeol couldn’t take it too long. 

He wanted to cum. He wanted to let it all out, as the tension grew stronger, almost unbearable. He squeezed the snow while flash, legs becoming stiff as he came. It was intense like never before. For a second he thought he could forget his own name. As he was coming Kyungsoo additionally clenched on him, creating more pressure at his already squeezed cock. He felt like he just went straight into heaven. 

It was embarrassing he cum so fast, or at least he thought so. Chanyeol was sure with someone like Kyungsoo he should last much longer but it wasn’t possible. He just couldn’t physically stand it. It was too much. 

Kyungsoo mewled on him, wiggling his ass on his softening length. He laid down on Chanyeol, pressing his forehead onto his chest and stayed like this, not saying anything. 

Chanyeol wondered what’s going on for a quick moment but his own state was too distracting; he just closed his eyes, letting the orgasm properly sink in. His now soft cock was still in kyungsoo, but the boy didn’t seem to mind. 

Although, at some point Kyungsoo had to move and that’s what he did, raising hips and letting Chanyeol slide out of him. 

Afterwards he touched Chanyeol’s face, prompting him to open his eyes, only to be met with an intense glance. Chanyeol hadn’t remembered demon’s eyes to be ever this dark and deep, not even during what they just did. Just two black voids, full of depth Chanyeol wasn’t able to comprehend. He looked even more attractive than before, his face now seemingly more dangerous and serious, carrying darkness Chanyeol had never seen in anyone before.

Shivers went down his spine. Was it how Kyungsoo looked like after getting fed? If so, it made Chanyeol proud he was the one who made him this way. 

The Demon unexpectedly reached back to collect Chanyeol’s cum with his fingers and obscenely put it into his mouth, not for a second losing an eye contact with the man. 

“So fucking delicious” he whispered, watching speechless Chanyeol not being able to breathe properly. “That was a whole feast, puppy. Thank you for your service.” He grinned as he stood up.

“Did you…”

“I don’t have to. I got what I needed though, sweetie.” Kyungsoo started putting his clothes on in such an elegant way no one would guess he just jumped out of cock. “I don’t need orgasm, I need your pleasure. And oh my, you did give me that” he giggled sweetly. “No one made me come in centuries, don’t worry.” Something flashed in his eyes as he admitted that, but Chanyeol was too far gone to recognize it. 

After putting on his clothes Kyungsoo peeked at him for the last time, expression unreadable. “Don’t bite yourself too much, puppy. You did nothing wrong. You’ll sleep better after realizing that.”

And then he was gone, only a bit of smoke and soon the recognizable smell left after him. Chanyeol didn’t think about it for too long. He fell asleep, calmer than he had for the last weeks.

This time his dreams were just peaceful, in some very relaxing way. 

***

Chanyeol’s life had come back to normal. Or he tried to convince himself. The guilt he tried to bury still remains. He carried it, aware it won’t just go away, what else left to do?

He was sure he wouldn't see the Demon ever again. Kyungsoo had left for good. This comforted him. He could act like nothing ever happened. The memories will remain, but the remorses can get pushed into the grave and buried. Chanyeol didn’t plan to dig that deep ever again.

Chapter 7

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“What are you doing here?” Chanyeol almost shouted, slamming the door. He stared at the Demon with irritation. 

It had been four weeks and the creature didn’t give him any sign of life. Chanyeol had been sure he’d left for good. At least, that’s what he expected. 

But Kyungsoo was back, sitting on the table, the damn table, smiling at him delightfully. 

“I decided to visit my old friend.”

“We’ve never been friends” he spat, throwing his things onto the sofa. He didn’t even try to hide how unwelcomed Kyungsoo was. Chanyeol didn’t know why would he want to be nice to him in the first place. “You said you had gotten what you wanted, why are you still here?”

“But I was booored.” He pouted. “Life in hell is dull as fuck.” 

“Well, you weren't for centuries, go back to do whatever you always do and leave me alone.”

“I gave you four weeks! Enough to get over it!”

Chanyeol rolled his eyes, annoyed that Kyungsoo disturbed his life once again. And without any reason, it seemed. 

“Are you looking for friends or something?” he risked asking, trying to keep his voice passive.

He didn’t know how these types of beings live in hell. Did they have any relationships between them? Were demons capable of feeling actual emotions and bonding with each other? Was Kyungsoo heartless? He actually had never dwelled on that, but as he thought about it he actually became curious. 

But Chanyeol wasn’t about to ask. He planned to limit their interactions to a minimum. 

“I was looking for fun. With you it is fun.”

“You were supposed to leave after we…” That couldn’t go through his throat. 

“Well… I decided not to ”

And that’s how it began. 

Kyungsoo started visiting him occasionally and even if at first their conversations had pretended to be casual, it always ended with them in bed. At some point they’d stopped acting like there’s any other reason for the Demon to keep coming. They didn’t talk much, it was mostly the Demon just pissing Chanyeol off only to drag him to go dirty the next second. 

One thing Chanyeol learned was that Kyungsoo was excellent in making you do exactly what he wanted. 

They stayed vanilla, Chanyeol didn’t dare to go further than exceptional blowjobs. He kept it this way for two reasons — first, he persuaded himself into thinking it somehow was making it less disgraceful; second, he hoped Kyungsoo would get bored of him and just simply leave. 

What was surprising, Kyungsoo had never pressured him to try more than this. Sometimes he rode Chanyeol, telling him how amazing his big cock feels inside him, other days it was Chanyeol on top of him, groaning into his ear every time the Demon clenched his walls around him. Some days Kyungsoo was driving Chanyeol mad, teasing and edging only for Chanyeol to go harder on him and some days he would just let them be, reducing their sex to random, stronger grasps. 

Kyungsoo loved to leave marks on Chanyeol’s body but their unwritten rule was to never leave them in places that are visible. It resulted with almost the whole of Chanyeol's chest covered in hickeys and bite marks. Unfortunately, every bite he left on Kyungsoo’s body disappeared after a few moments, which the smaller man explained it’s due to his immortality. What a shame, though. 

It’d been months. And Chanyeol became totally obsessed with the little devil that had barged into his life. He would never admit it, especially to Kyungsoo himself, but he became dangerously attached to their meetings. It was stupid, there wasn’t any type of connection between them besides sex, but that was enough for dumb Chanyeol.

He felt disgusting. 

“My mom will visit this Saturday” he whispered after one of their meetings while Kyungsoo got up and started gathering his belongings. “I would appreciate it if you wouldn’t come.”

Kyungsoo just hummed, putting on his button up shirt. “I’ll manage.”

Chanyeol felt something stung his chest, but he tried his best to not show it to Kyungsoo. “From pure curiosity, do you sleep with anyone else?”

“Sometimes.” He shrugged lightly. “Jealous?” He smirked arrogantly. 

His movements were slow and elegant and Chanyeol had gotten used to it. Whatever Kyungsoo did, he always looked alluring. There was just something in his mannerisms and demeanor that was making you want to stare and appreciate his beauty. 

“Just curious,” Chanyeol murmured, trying to sound as cool as possible. He sat up, covering his legs with a blanket. “Um… you can come any other day. Just not this Saturday” he insisted.

“I’ll keep that in mind, puppy.” Kyungsoo pulled his dangerously tight pants on. It had been hard to take them off earlier, Chanyeol had to admit. “It’s hard to keep up with your time but I’ll try my best.”

Chanyeol frowned, surprised. “What do you mean?”

“I’ve never mentioned this?” Kyungsoo looked at him with wide eyes. “That’s why I come so irregularly. It’s really hard to measure days. So I just come when I’m hungry.”

“Oh…” Chanyeol was authentically surprised. The thought of Kyungsoo not understanding or experiencing time the same had never crossed his mind. He just thought the Demon comes when he feels like it. “How do you know you’re… hungry? 

Kyungsoo stared at him dumbly. “How do you know you’re hungry?” he asked back, tilting his head right. 

Was it a rhetorical question?

Chanyeol shrugged. “I feel it in my stomach, I guess.”

“Oh, same.” He sent him a smile, a cute one. Chanyeol’s heart almost made a backflip. “And I also start becoming horny.”

“H-how often you have to… you know?” he cleared his throat, feeling the heat spreading around his face. 

Kyungsoo kept smiling, staring at him with a glint in the eyes that suggested he had a lot of fun seeing him so embarrassed. “Everytime I’m here, puppy.”

Chanyeol just nodded, abashed beyond comprehension. He wished the ground had swallowed him.

“Oh puppy.” Kyungsoo cooed, taking a few steps in the direction of the bed and put his small hand on Chanyeol’s heated cheek. “You’re so cute. See you again soon.”

Chanyeol groaned loudly and fell back down onto the mattress, hiding his face in the pillow he took from the side. 

This whole situation was a misconception. He regretted he’d been letting this last for so long, he just couldn’t stop it anymore. 

The only thing he was sure about was that there’s already a small corner in hell waiting just for him.

***

“Your mom is cute.”

Of course. 

“I said she’s gonna visit today, why are you here?”

“She already left and I’m starving!” Kyungsoo whined, taking a hold on Chanyeol’s collar. He stood up on his tiptoes and smirked at him darkly. “Come on, do you want me to die?”

“Can you even die?” Chanyeol doubted. 

“Not at all, but who cares.” He smiled at him smugly.

Kyungsoo dragged Chanyeol out of the enter room, catching his wrist in the strong grip. Chanyeol let out a heavy sigh, allowing to be pulled after the smaller man.

“If you can’t die, why do you need to get fed?” he asked suddenly. Something in this was illogical. 

“Do you see me?” Kyungsoo asked casually. 

“Huh?” Chanyeol blinked at his back stupidly. 

“I’m hot. I fuck with people so I can stay in this shape” he explained quickly and turned around to face him. 

“Like a… vampire?”

Kyungsoo snorted, but shortly nodded, apparently taking a second thought. “Actually, yeah. I’d end up wrinkled and ugly without sexual energy. You can compare it to the vampires.”

“Have you ever..?” Was it proper to ask? 

“Yeah. In 1357 some idiot imprisoned me in his basement for almost two years. He wanted to make me his sex slave or something dumber, but he wasn’t ready for how dangerous I can be, so he had to lock me. Well, afterwards I indeed ripped his throat, but I had to wait for my brother to finally get me out of there. Took him a pretty long time though, I’m still holding grudges” Kyungsoo muttered bitterly and shook his head. “Anyways, I looked like shit, it was hard to get laid, but as you can see” he turned around, presenting himself with a playful smile “I’m back.”

Chanyeol stared at him dazed. He didn’t even know how to comment on that. He opened his mouth, but nothing could get out of them, his eyes big like table tennis balls. 

Kyungsoo laughed at his reaction, amused by Chanyeol’s facial expression. 

“How did he even do that? Did he hurt you?” he finally asked, frown forming on his forehead as the first shock passed. “How is it possible?”

“Are you planning something?” Kyungsoo raised his eyebrow intrigued. “I can be your prisoner and sex slave if you want, puppy. I volunteer!” He raised his hand in excitement. 

Chanyeol rolled his eyes and passed by him, hating it when Kyungsoo was doing this. He never treated him seriously. 

Chanyeol knew he was just one of his toys, Kyungsoo made sure to make him aware of it, so why did it anger him so much?

“Hey! I was just joking” Kyungsoo shouted after him, catching up sooner than Chanyeol would like to.

“Let’s just do it and go home.” He opened the door to his bedroom and lightly shoved Kyungsoo inside. 

He really wasn’t in the mood. Or rather, Kyungsoo made his mood drop. 

“You don’t want it” Kyungsoo gasped, looking up at him with a surprised expression. He looked like a small, lost kitten, almost pout forming on his small face. 

Damn kittens, Chanyeol had never liked them. And it was just another mask the vile creature decided to put on, he had to remember that.

Chanyeol had an existential crisis almost everyday ever since he’d met the devil. Some days it was hard for him to get up from bed, feeling like a complete failure. He was a hypocrite, he was a liar and a sinner. He didn’t know how he still was able to sleep every night with how bad he disrespected his God. 

His God existed, He looked down at him and all He could see was a piece of shameless idiot, who still had the audacity to stand in front of the cross every day and pray. 

Chanyeol hated himself but he also couldn’t stop it. Instead, he kept sinking lower everyday, knowing soon it would become too late. All the duplicity weighed heavily on him already, it was only a matter of time till it would become impossible to breathe. 

He didn’t know what he should do to make his life come back to normal. 

“No shit” he hissed, voice much louder than he planned. He hid his face into his palms right after realizing he let his guard slip and sighed. Chanyeol tried to collect his thoughts and calm down. He didn’t like being harsh on other people, even if the other person was a very annoying Demon that appeared in his life to ruin it completely. 

“I told you before I won’t do anything without your consent” Kyungsoo reminded him softly.

Chanyeol wanted to scream. 

He turned around and sent a death glare at him, jaw clenched tightly. “Oh, so we will exceptionally do something I want” he replied. He took a few steps forward, pushing Kyungsoo to take steps back. The Demon observed him with interest as Chanyeol cornered him to the point he had to sit down on the bed.  “Strip and lay down” he ordered, his gaze intense and heavy. 

Excitement flashed in Kyungsoo’s eyes as the Demon moved further into the bed and obeyed, taking off his clothes. His deep irises were glued to Chanyeol’s face as the priest leaned forward, positioning his hands on the mattress. Chanyeol looked at him like a predator, ready to attack his small prey. But in their case the prey wasn’t innocent, it wasn't unarmed. In fact, he was the real oppressor. That little, innocent face was making Chanyeol insane. 

When Kyungsoo laid down Chanyeol hovered over him, locking him in place by straddling on his legs. He reached for Kyungsoo’s jaw and held it a little bit harshly, his fingers digging a little into his cheeks. 

“I fucking hate you” he said seriously, watching Kyungsoo breathe unsteadily. “Or I wish to” he added after a moment, kissing the full sweet lips.

Kyungsoo melted under him, his whole body sinking into the mattress. He was watching him almost as attentively when Chanyeol started taking off his casual clothes. The Demon waited for his next move, thrilled even though Chanyeol knew whatever he’d do, the creature would never feel satisfied. 

As they started kissing again Chanyeol didn’t waste any time more, almost devouring him with every movement of their lips. It was rage making him go. After all the months of keeping it going between them he slowly broke. He wanted to cry but he didn’t want to show his weak side to Kyungsoo. He would never do it again. 

His hands slipped through the delicate skin, touching fast but tenderly at first. Then, in a much more intense manner, he caught Kyungsoo’s hips. Chanyeol squeezed the narrow flash, loving the feeling of skin sinking under his fingers. 

Kyungsoo purred under him, laying obediently in place, eager for what was about to happen next. 

Chanyeol bit his lip, moving hands to his waist, surrendering it completely with both hands. 

It was amazing that his whole body was so petite and small. It contrasted with Chanyeol’s size so deliciously, which turned him totally on. Chanyeol wished to surround Kyungsoo with his whole body in a strong grip and worship every part of it with his mouth and touch. 

In one swift motion he turned them around, causing the surprised squeak from the other. Chanyeol without thinking kissed his neck, hands grabbing the full ass that only waited for his next move. 

This ass was dreamily full, big and squishy. Kyungsoo knew the power this part of his body had over him. He wiggled it which resulted with Chanyeol pressing his hips down firmly. 

“Lay down, I said. Don’t move” he growled into his ear, sneaking his hand between his cheeks right away. “I’ll fuck you now just like you like, Demon” he hissed leaning forward, his fingers caressing the small pucker. 

Kyungsoo whimpered. 

“Shut up.”

Chanyeol slid two fingers inside at once, from experience knowing Kyungsoo can take it. Actually, he didn’t even have to finger him, but he just loved to do it. Everything he could do to this tiny body was thrilling and so addictive. 

“You’re a whore.” His words came out of him more harshly than he’d expected. But Kyungsoo loved it, moving under him once again with a small whimper, but Chanyeol couldn’t have that. He slapped his cheek with the free hand. “Don’t fucking move” he reminded him, jaw clenched. “You’re going to take me like one” he continued, taking a hold on his shaft and stroking it a few times. He was already super hard, ready to go.

So he entered him with a loud groan, holding Kyungsoo’s hips brutally, maybe too tight but he didn’t care about bruises. They won’t last long anyway. 

His movements were rapid; hard and fast. He kept Kyungsoo’s ass up by force, sensing the boy’s knees already gave in. Chanyeol felt like a beast, abusing that needy hole with a full force. He didn’t know what actually possessed him but that moment he knew Kyungsoo deserved it. Kyungsoo deserved hard fucking, the one that would make him incapable of walking for a few days. And even if Chanyeol knew he couldn't achieve that, he could at least get the satisfaction from trying. 

Kyungsoo whined under him loudly, his hands clenching on the pillow his head was laying on.

“Shut the fuck up, how many times I have to repeat this?” He caught his head from behind and shoved it into the pillow, muffling the next sound Kyungsoo let out. “Being a sex demon is just an excuse to slut around, isn’t it? You’re just a fucking slut” he spat, free hand still clenching on his hip. Chanyeol’s movements stopped for a second just to shove himself in with a full force the next moment. 

Chanyeol kept showing him his place every time Kyungsoo tried to move or scream, which somehow seemed to drive the Demon crazy. By the time Chanyeol finished the whole pillow was wet from Kyungsoo’s saliva.

It was pathetic to watch.

Kyungsoo let out a scream when Chanyeol speeded his movements again, reaching his orgasm. As he cum he pressed Kyungsoo’s waist into the mattress, forcing him to collide. 

Chanyeol’s cock slid out of him and his cum flowed out on this gorgeous ass. 

“Fuck” he gasped at the sight, falling down on Kyungsoo, his whole body covering the small frame under him. 

Kyungsoo mewled silently. Chanyeol felt the way he shivered under him, his hips twitching. 

Chanyeol breathed fast and deep for a second, the adrenaline slowly going down. He closed his eyes, hiding his face in Kyungsoo’s neck. It took him a moment to calm down, but Kyungsoo also remained motionless so Chanyeol let himself stay like this for a little longer. 

“Keep calling me a whore.” He eventually heard a silent voice in a dark silent room. 

Chanyeol chuckled and slowly raised up from Kyungsoo’s body just to fall onto the mattress beside him.

He turned his head to the side, observing Kyungsoo that lay still, his face hidden in the pillow. Chanyeol wondered how he didn’t suffocate with how long he was positioned like this, but he doubted it’s even possible. 

“My point still stands. I fucking hate you.”

This time it was Kyungsoo who chuckled and finally moved his head to look at him. A sweet smile was plastered to his small face. His lips were intensely pink and swollen, skin flushed and the hair were a mess. He looked totally spent and Chanyeol loved the view. 

“Then why do we keep doing this, hm?”

“I guess I’m just too weak to make you leave” he answered simply and sighed, straining up. He covered his eyes with his arm and stayed silent for a longer moment. “Have you ever seen an angel?” he asked silently. 

Kyungsoo was looking at him in silence for a longer moment before he turned his whole body to Chanyeol's side and nodded. “Many times. They look just like me and you.”

Chanyeol hummed. “They have wings?”

“I don’t think so, but I’ve never seen any naked” he giggled sweetly. “What is the box in your kitchen?” he asked softly but very seriously. 

Chanyeol frowned. “What box?”

“The box. Beside the fridge you have a little metal box.”

“You mean microwave?” He had to stop himself from laughing. Instead he just smiled. “It’s to heat up food.”

“Like oven?”

“No, it works differently. I can show you the other day.”

“You humans have so many confusing inventions these days. It’s crazy, for me it happened with a blink of the eye. Yesterday you were using horses and now you ride with those fast vehicles. Wild.” 

Chanyeol had never put Kyungsoo’s life into this perspective. He lived for so long, time actually had to pass for him extremely fast. Chanyeol wondered how it feels to experience years as days, or however it was perceived by him. 

For him, time was like a countdown. Countdown to the moment you die and then reach Paradise, where you can actually live forever. If you’re immortal, time stops meaning anything, no matter how many days or months passed. He couldn’t even imagine that. For humans time was the most priceless value; you couldn’t buy it and it treated everyone equally.

“Before humans, what were you doing?” he asked silently, not even sure if he could get any answer. 

Kyungsoo shook his head. “I’m not that old. I was created from sins — there had to be humanity for me to exist.”

“So animals don’t count?”

“They maybe do. But there’s no animals in hell.”

Chanyeol hummed. Somehow it made sense. “So, you don’t have kittens?” he asked just to make sure.  Kyungsoo reminded him of a cat. His graceful appearance and dark eyes were just very similar.

“No, we don’t have kittens,” he answered with amusement. “We have other demons that might look like demonish dogs or wolves, but they aren’t.”

“Oh, when I was researching incubus after I saw you for the first time I saw we often describe you as some creepy beasts,” Chanyeol remembered with a frown. 

“Yeah, that would make total sense for an incubus to look like this.” He rolled his eyes. “Those are mare demons,” he explained. “They are ugly and possess greedy or deceitful people. They indeed come at night and make your dreams as depraved as possible.”

“So demons don’t possess random people without a reason?” he asked intrigued. He had never witnessed possession as a priest, actually he didn’t know any priest who did, but the way they portrayed this in the media suggested it could be random, or at least not always deserved.

“We don’t have any reasons to. Most people are protected by god anyway. We aren’t here to make a mess, we’re here to keep order. Well, maybe sometimes just to play around” he smirked. 

It was hard to believe. Chanyeol for his whole life heard stories about the devil, about the horrible things those creatures can do to people. They couldn’t just keep the order; maybe it was their initial purpose, but then, like everything, they strayed from their path. 

There was also a high chance Kyungsoo was lying to him, which wouldn’t be surprising. 

“Evil isn’t a person. The same as love isn’t one. Hell was made because it had to be created. God gave you a free will, the way you use it isn’t anyone’s fault.”

Chanyeol looked at Kyungsoo with surprise. Chanyeol wanted to argue, but how could he with someone who surely knew better. 

It also could reflect perfectly on Chanyeol and his current situation. He had a free will. Everything that was going on between them was his and his only fault. He could stop it any moment. But he never did. Hell was made for people like him. People who make bad decisions only because they have opportunities.

“So you’re here to punish?” he guessed dryly   

“Pretty much, yeah. Well, demons like me, personified sins, are different. Many of us walk around your world just to play around” he admitted with a nod. “We are the results of your deeds. As long as humans make the same mistake we will live. At least that’s what I’ve heard. No one ever explained to me my purpose or the reason why I exist. We had many long conversations about it with my brother.” 

They stayed in silence for a while, Chanyeol too deep in his thoughts; Kyungsoo was just staring at him with those big, piercing eyes. It was overwhelming, but with time he somehow had gotten used to it. 

“It’s unbelievable we do this for months and it’s the first time we actually talk” he noticed eventually. 

“Apparently I needed to ultimately break you.” Kyungsoo suddenly got up and started putting his clothes on. “It was hot, by the way.” He sent him a smirk and started to look for his shoes. 

“It’s your fault…”

“Of course, puppy. Every one of your bad decisions is my fault” he mocked. “If you can’t blame it on your god you’ll blame it on me. Very human of you.” He laughed, putting on his elegant loafers. 

 

Chanyeol noticed the Demon always looked elegant. He always wore black, but his outfits were kept in this tasteful tone, highlighting his confidence and grace. Kyungsoo was a simply beautiful man, his dark and mysterious aura only adding to his attractiveness. Chanyeol could understand why he was one of the incubus; no one could resist this man, not anyone sane. His deceptive innocence could do things to your heart and soul, making you want him more and more with every taste, to the point it started to seem like an addiction. Chanyeol was just another of his prey, probably the most valuable one, but still just another one out of many. 

Notes:

And big thank you to Jules for being my beta for this chapter. God knows when I’d update without her help lmaooo