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An angel walks into a church.
It sounds like the set-up to a stupid joke. Ironically, Suguru still wants to laugh at the irony of it all.
Instead, all he can do is stare, his speech faltering as he gives the sermon for today. His pupils dilate at the sight of the ethereal beauty with snowy hair and crystalline eyes, seated dead center of the pew.
Is he being blessed? For being such a devout worshipper after all these years?
No. It seems too… surreal. This divine being sitting in his church… there must be some other motive for his presence.
After all, the gorgeous smile he gives him, encased by plush lips and revealing straight white teeth, suggests otherwise.
That was Thursday. The subsequent morning, as he waters the garden outside the building, a familiar glasses-clad blonde approaches him.
He tries to ignore the way his heart rate picks up at the sound of his footsteps.
“Good morning, Father Kento,” Suguru greets him, not taking his eyes off the pink snapdragons.
Kento hums in turn, leaning against the fence separating them.
“How are you?” he asks politely, observing how Suguru waters the flowers. The brunette can’t help but notice how his eyes are trained on his hands. It makes his skin buzz, grip tightening ever-so-slightly.
“I am well,” Suguru replies coolly, setting the watering can down and looking at Kento, smiling when his eyes meet his.
Hazel. With flecks of amber and green.
“And yourself?” he asks before he becomes dazed.
Kento also seems to snap out of his own reverie at the question.
“Also well,” he responds, and Suguru might be imagining it, but he swears his voice is slightly raspier.
“I…” Kento starts off hesitantly. “I wanted to confess something to you.”
Finally.
Suguru tries to tamp down his own excitement, anticipating his long-awaited words. Something, anything to show that he feels the same as Suguru.
He only smiles and raises a curious brow, inviting his confession.
Kento sucks in a breath, knuckles blanching as he clenches the fence.
“I believe a demon has been visiting me at work.”
Suguru’s smile falters.
“A demon?” he asks quietly, brows knitting in concern. “How do you know?”
Kento shakes his head, looking around them warily. He decides against telling him out in the open, gesturing for them to continue their talk inside the empty church.
Once the doors are shut, Kento sighs and runs a hand through his styled blonde hair, mussing it up.
“If you had only heard his confessions…” he hisses, becoming increasingly distraught. “...pure sin, Suguru. Nothing but talks of carnal need, his desire for sex…”
Kento almost looks flushed as he recalls the memories, making Suguru all the more intrigued. No one has gotten him like this before in the ten years he’s known him, ever since they joined the clergy together.
“...and he deceived me,” Kento chuckles humorlessly, his eyes darker. “I believed him to be an angel upon first glance.”
Suguru’s blood turns to ice for a split second.
…an angel?
“S-sorry,” Suguru stutters, bewildered and in need of answers. “You thought he was an angel? I-”
“I know it’s a ludicrous notion,” Kento sighs, looking at him with slight desperation. “But I can only imagine you would think the same if you had beheld him, Suguru, he was so–”
“I believe you,” Suguru immediately interjects, stepping closer to him and huffing out a breathless laugh. “I believe you because I have beheld him, Kento.”
That makes the other priest pause, his eyes locked on his.
Suguru decides to continue. “I saw him sitting in here yesterday, listening to my sermon. I also thought him an angel, what with his heavenly beauty and radiance. But I may have been blinded to his true nature…”
Kento’s eyes flit between his, silently questioning whether or not Suguru was fucking with him. This is insane… two priests from different churches, visited by the same mystery man who enraptured them fully.
If he even is a man at all.
They should sit down, discuss this further and learn more about him from each other’s experiences…
…until a knock resounds on the heavy doors of the church.
Both men’s gazes snap to the entrance. Any local of the town knows that Suguru doesn’t open the doors for parishioners until the afternoon.
Nevertheless, Suguru steels his nerves and goes to the door, opening it.
He shouldn’t have.
There stands the very angel they were just speaking of. His ears must be burning.
Suguru goes slack-jawed at the sight of him, so close for the first time.
“Hi,” he says in a deep, rich tone, smiling that pretty smile of his. “You’re Father Suguru, right?”
He can’t do anything else but nod, speechless and cotton-mouthed at the same time.
The man looks over Suguru’s shoulder, smiling even wider when he sees Kento with the same astonished expression on his face as Suguru.
“And Father Kento,” he chuckles, and it’s the sweetest fucking sound either of them has ever heard. “Fancy seeing you here as well.”
Against his better judgment, Suguru steps aside from the door, inviting the man in. “Can we help you, my child?”
He snorts in response, accepting the invitation and sauntering inside. “‘My child.’ That’s so odd to hear from such young men. I’d even bet I’m older than you two,” he jests with a lazy grin.
Both priests don’t believe him. He looks to be in his early 20s.
Kento ignores the comment, clearing his throat and readjusting his glasses, if only to maintain some semblance of control over himself.
“I’m sorry, but Father Suguru’s church isn’t open for the parish right now.”
The man’s smirk cuts into his cheek. He has a dimple.
“And yet he let me in.”
Suguru bites his tongue, feeling a shameful blush creeping up his neck.
That he did. He really, really shouldn’t have.
The man playfully closes the door shut, leveling his ethereal gaze on both of them, pale lashes half-lidded.
“My name’s Satoru, by the way,” he drawls, chuckling deeply. “For future reference.”
Lord in Heaven, what the fuck is going on.
Satoru slowly walks up to them, eyes flashing a brilliant blue for a moment when the light from the stained glass window illuminates his face.
Kento was right. This was no angel in their midst.
Satoru’s gaze rakes up their bodies, both clad in black cassocks that do nothing to hide how exposed they feel when he looks at them.
Satoru doesn’t stop in front of them. He merely smiles slyly and continues walking forward, heading towards the altar at the front of the church.
“How beautiful,” he muses to himself, climbing the steps to reach the ornate platform.
His slender fingers trace the polished granite, and both men are hopelessly entranced by the fluidity of his movements. They’re almost serpentine in nature.
Satoru slides his hands across the altar, the movement allowing for his upper half to bend over the table and arch enticingly.
And if the two priests thought they stood a chance, they were sorely mistaken.
Satoru bites his lip as he looks between them, crooking his finger in a “come hither” gesture.
The speed at which their bodies respond to the silent order is alarming. It’s like they’re detached from them entirely, mindlessly heeding the pretty demon bent over such a sacred sculpture.
Suguru and Kento round either side of the altar, meeting him in the middle.
Satoru straightens up, giving his attention first to the blonde. He trails those same spidery digits up his chest, cupping his face and watching with barely hidden glee as Kento leans into the touch, glasses becoming askew with the motion.
The white-haired devil leans into him then, capturing his lips in a deep, heady kiss.
Suguru watches the debaucherous scene unfold before him, slacks tightening in anticipation of tasting Satoru for himself. To taste Kento on his lips too.
Satoru parts from Kento, nipping his bottom lip gently as he pulls back. Kento chases the kiss, eyes fluttering open in disorientation.
Suguru nearly stops breathing when Satoru looks at him next, lips buzzing already when Satoru parts his lips with his tongue and kisses him with the same passion he showed Kento.
Kento is already hooked on him, unable to resist leaning into him again and kissing his neck when he parts from Suguru, Suguru following suit and nipping under his jaw and at the hinge.
Satoru giggles drunkenly at the barrage of lustful ministrations, letting them mark him up for a little before he fists the collars of both men, tugging them down so they get the hint to start kneeling before him, Kento behind and Suguru in the front.
He cards his fingers into both of their hair, blunt nails scraping along their scalps, before pushing their faces against his lower half. They immediately know what he wants.
They start undoing Satoru’s pants, shoving the offending material down his long legs. They’re momentarily caught off guard by the sight of lacy thigh-highs on him, snug around the plush fat of his thighs. They’re even a light, almost white-pink in hue, which isn’t fitting at all considering what the hell he is.
Satoru only giggles at the looks on their faces, pushing his pants off his feet and sliding his lace-clad knee over Suguru’s shoulder, allowing for a deeper angle for both men to put their mouths on him.
The brunette looks up at him reverently, licking up his length and closing his lips around the head, working his mouth over the throbbing flesh while Kento latches his mouth to his entrance and sucks rhythmically.
Satoru keens, having to place a hand on the altar to steady himself and the other on Kento’s shoulder, toes curling on Suguru’s back.
“Mmph, fuck yess…” he whines, panting as both of them pleasure him from either end. Kento and Suguru get high off the sounds he makes, their own cocks throbbing under their cassocks and leaking with every subsequent moan and gasp.
After more than a few minutes of licking and sucking, Satoru gently pushes them off of him, his legs trembling in place.
“Fathers,” he chuckles breathlessly, knees clicking from how close he was. “I wonder where you two learned to do such a thing…”
Neither Kento nor Suguru has the brain space to answer him, still kneeling on either side of him and looking up at him with pretty blushes painting their faces and drool slicking their chins.
How gorgeous.
Satoru smiles at them and sheds the rest of his clothing, leaving the lacy thigh-highs on before propping himself onto the altar and beckoning them over to him once more.
The priests undress as well, though too desperate to shed everything. Instead, they only undo the buttons of their cassock and unzip their slacks, freeing their aching erections to the cool air, and to Satoru’s hungry gaze.
Satoru’s knees automatically spread at the sight of them exposed to him, Kento settling at his head and Suguru between his legs.
The demon arches his back against the cool stone and lolls his tongue out for Kento, who slowly guides his throbbing cock into his mouth and watches the length stretch out his throat from above.
He immediately groans at the sight, his thumb tracing the outline of the tip against his throat, while Suguru pushes into his inviting heat that was stretched out by Kento’s tongue from before.
Once they establish their rhythm– Kento pushing in while Suguru pulls out and vice versa– the priests tip their heads back and groan with maddening desire, touching Satoru with the hands of a worshipper, showering him in the praise of a lover.
Suguru’s cock glistens every time he pulls out of Satoru, the sight captivating Kento and making his mouth run dry.
The brunette sees this, smiling hotly and seeing how Kento’s cock also shines with saliva and precum with every retreat out of Satoru’s mouth.
He leans forward over the gorgeous being beneath them, placing his lips on his throat and sucking and kissing the outline of Kento’s cock through it, tracing it like he was doing with his thumb.
That nearly does him in. Kento has never seen anything more erotic, and he doubts he ever will. Not when this vixen of a man continues to torture him like this.
He takes a fistful of Suguru’s hair, pulling his head up and smashing their lips together. Suguru gasps into the aggressive kiss but melts into it immediately, holding onto Satoru’s waist tighter to ground himself.
The white-haired demon whines from the lack of attention, though he smiles around Kento’s cock as he sees what the two men are doing. Both of them part from each other to look down at Satoru, chuckling at the needy display.
“Come on, angel,” Suguru coos as he smooths his hands over his toned torso, all the way down to his lacy thighs, and brushes his fingers against the material. “You’re almost there…”
“Do it for us, sweetheart,” Kento follows, grazing his knuckles across his full cheeks. “Show us how good you can be.”
Satoru squeals, his knees drawing up as he clenches Suguru’s thighs, abdomen clenching and breath shortening as he finally lets go and shows them exactly how good he is.
The sight and sensation of him tensing on Suguru and slackening on Kento is enough for them to reach their own peaks, filling him up from both ends.
They can barely hold themselves up, and the strength within them to keep doing so diminishes when Satoru extracts himself from both of them.
The last thing either of them registers in their post-orgasm-addled minds is the sound of melodic laughter and the color blue.
When they awake ten minutes later, they’re dressed again in their cassocks, lying on the ground next to the altar.
They look at each other groggily, but nothing looks out of place on either of them. Almost as if nothing transpired between them and the incubus they were seduced by.
Almost. Until they retire home for the day and see the demonic markings on their backs, three blue eyes tattooed onto both of them.
No amount of worship to their God will save them from their fate of damnation. Not anymore.