Warning: smut, blasphemy, sacrilege, corruption, dubious consent
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The soft bed of Lewes Screws couldn't deter Seonghwa's nightmares. They snuck up to him as his mind calmed and his breath evened to haunt him with their mischievous giggles.

In his dream, Seonghwa was back at home in the church. The yearning for familiarity subsided to a bittersweet melancholy as he wandered the nave again. It looked just how he had left it, void of visitors but welcoming to receive anyone seeking sanctuary.

Seonghwa's heart didn't ache in this dream. He was fulfilled and happy, though lonely, for his new friends hadn't made it. Perhaps they could visit him at the church one day.

Seonghwa hummed a melody under his breath as he rearranged the flowers in their vases and on the altar. The idle task of maintaining the church was as natural to him as breathing. He missed its simplicity. Before he got cursed and went on a desperate journey with no promise of healing, this had been everything he knew. Only a few weeks had passed, but he felt he had become a different person. He had aged, learned to perceive the world differently.

The door to the chapel opened and allowed a cold rush of air to touch Seonghwa's neck. He didn't turn, unbothered by who had to be a villager on their way to speak a few evening prayers. So long as they didn't need his service, he wouldn't disrupt them.

The visitor's steps were silenced by the carpet as they made their way in. The door shut again and serene silence befell the holy space. Seonghwa's fingers smoothed out the red cloth that spread over the altar and disentangled the tassels dangling from it.

When Seonghwa straightened his back, he met resistance behind him. He tripped over his own feet when he stumbled into a body, but firm hands on his hips stabilised the priest. Embarrassed, he reached for them to peel them off and regain polite distance. His breath stuttered in his chest when he grasped onto claws instead of human fingers.

A low chuckle behind his shoulder made Seonghwa freeze from head to toe.

"Why so surprised? You knew I could enter." Hot breath fanned over Seonghwa's sensitive neck and he jolted. Hongjoong stood much too close to be proper and Seonghwa broke out in a sweat at the unknown anxiety it caused him.

"You never had a reason to, aside from the curse," Seonghwa replied. His voice was pressed and shrill. It only served Hongjoong's amusement further.

"I wanted to see you."

A surge of heat rushed through Seonghwa's stomach like a swarm of birds. He couldn't tell if it was pleasant or uncomfortable, only that it tensed him.

"W-Why? Have you reconsidered your faith and wish to speak a prayer?" A surprised noise escaped Seonghwa's lips when sharp fangs scraped over his skin. It was time he shove Hongjoong off and out of the church, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. He shuddered, his body undecided whether it wanted to flee or lean closer.

This was bad.

Hongjoong moved his lips up Seonghwa's neck and to his ear. His teeth tugged on the soft lobe and left it heated with his breath before he whispered to Seonghwa.

"I needed to have you fall apart for me."

Seonghwa's thought careened off a cliff and landed in a black void. After a long moment of silence, he tried to twist in Hongjoong's arm.

"Wait, what do you plan to-" One of Hongjoong's hands left his waist and found his shoulder instead. From one moment to the next, Seonghwa found himself with his face mushed into the soft cloth and the flowers that decorated the altar. As he futilely wound himself and pressed his cheek to the flat surface, he could see Hongjoong looming over him, framed by the shadow of his wings.

"Hongjoong-" The demon simply kicked Seonghwa's legs apart and pressed their hips together. Hot embarrassment flooded Seonghwa's cheeks.

"You need not tell me that this is a sin. I am well aware. It tastes delicious on you."

Startled, since he didn't know what would happen to him, Seonghwa wormed around in Hongjoong's grip. His hipbones squeezed against the altar uncomfortably, and he felt something pressing against his backside that he would rather not think about.

"But I don't want to-"

"Your god can forgive it as long as you don't stray off your path willingly, right? Let me do the work. You can remain blissfully unbothered."

This was wrong. Hongjoong's logic in the dream seemed soothing, but Seonghwa knew this shouldn't be happening, whether or not he participated. He twisted harder.

"No, Hongjoong."

The demon didn't listen to him. He ran his hand down Seonghwa's side to feel the shape of his body. When Seonghwa clenched his eyes shut in horror, the demon gave an appreciative hum.

"Fear me. Hate me. It makes this all the better."

A long tongue licked over Seonghwa's ear, and he shrieked. In the chapel, the sound echoed from the walls to remind him of his shame. Weak fingers clutched to the altar.

"This is a sacred place," Seonghwa gasped, confused beyond sense as Hongjoong's body held against him. He was terrified, but he knew none of this was real. The real Hongjoong would never force Seonghwa to such a vile act, would he?

Suddenly unsure, Seonghwa buried his face on the altar when Hongjoong ground his hips into him. His heat against Seonghwa's backside made Seonghwa's head spin with unanswered questions. He didn't trust Hongjoong enough to rest assured that this was one of his pranks. Even in the dream, his unease had Seonghwa unwilling in his spot.

"Doesn't that make it more exciting?"

Seonghwa flinched when Hongjoong's hand found its way underneath his clothing. It wrapped around his narrow waist and the gargoyle hummed in satisfaction as he held Seonghwa still to rub against him.

When he determined his discomfort, Seonghwa shook his head.

"No. This is a sin, no matter what. Let me go."

The chuckle that responded to him was sinister and richer than Hongjoong's throat alone could produce. It filled the very corners of the chapel and suffocated the far candles until only a few scarce ones engulfed the pair in dim twilight. With wide, terrified eyes, Seonghwa stared at the altar.

"I didn't ask, lamb. Submit to me as you submit to Him."

Hongjoong's hand skimmed the waistband of Seonghwa's pants and followed the curve of his hip. When it drew dangerously close to the spread between Seonghwa's thighs, Seonghwa made a gargled sound.

"Hongjoong-"

"Continue despising me. I am the one who can't resist and who will take it all from you."

A blush crept into Seonghwa's cheeks. He tried to free his hands, but they were as if frozen solid left and right of his head. His eyes widened in fear when Hongjoong's hand connected with his middle at the same time that his second claw sliced through the clothes on Seonghwa's back. They fell open to bare his torso to the chilly air of the room while his thighs squirmed around Hongjoong's hand. Its hot touch to his sensitive middle urged his body to a reaction, and Seonghwa hated how fast it happened. Despite his terror, he was powerless against Hongjoong's corruption.

"How delightful." Hongjoong's voice shook around his moan as he bent to kiss Seonghwa's shoulder blade. His wings fanned around them like a curtain of darkness, consuming and tainting in their wake. Seonghwa almost forgot where he was, but when the memory returned to him, mortification had him bite back a whimper.

"You taste sweeter than all the honey in this forsaken world." His hips moved into Seonghwa's as if on their own accord. He felt their hardness, their desire, and his body yearned in response. Terrified how much the feeling swept him away and how intensified by Hongjoong it was, Seonghwa teared up. Lust consumed him, ripped him apart with spindly fingers. Seonghwa sobbed when his trembling middle moved into Hongjoong's touch. The gargoyle groaned into Seonghwa's shoulder, fingers sliding up and down the shape he had discovered through Seonghwa's pants.

A pitiful hiccough warranted another kiss.

"What- What will you do to me?" Seonghwa cried, exposed under the punitive eyes of the Lord. He desecrated the altar and the entire church as he fell victim to the worst of all sins.

"I want to eat you up," Hongjoong growled in his inhumane voice. More precious tears fell from Seonghwa's eyes, but he wept not out of dread but for himself. He knew if he gave in, there was no turning back. He couldn't repent such sin.

Hongjoong's claw squeezed Seonghwa's sensitive parts before it came back up. Impatient, it shredded through Seonghwa's pants and tore the tattered pieces from him until Seonghwa laid bare in the face of Christ. His pale body shone like the moon under the looming demon. Like death, he descended upon the terrified priest.

Seonghwa couldn't tell when Hongjoong got rid of his clothes. He knew only when a hard shape of hot flesh pressed against him and rubbed against his back and thighs. Whenever a rough thrust brought it between Seonghwa's legs to touch his bits, a breath got stuck in Seonghwa's throat.

Desperate not to expose any noise of excitement, Seonghwa bit at his knuckles. His body could be excused. It was sensitive and excited for any touch, no matter how improper. However, the treacherous arousal in his belly and his sporadic movements in Hongjoong's direction were a sin. His head spun as he denied himself what he wasn't allowed to do.

Hongjoong's claws dug into Seonghwa's waist as he rutted against him and spread the tingling fluid of his most unholy place all over Seonghwa. It dirtied him, left him soiled, but the scent maddened Seonghwa beyond belief.

Seonghwa just settled in a good phase of meditation to digress his mind while Hongjoong defiled him when all movement stopped. From one moment to the next, Hongjoong rolled him around, and Seonghwa stared up at his ungodly appearance. Tall horns grew over his darkened features. His lips were parted around his sighs and the tip of his light grey tongue showed as if he tasted Seonghwa in the air. His heaving chest was bare and strained against the skin and bone holding him. Seonghwa didn't dare look deeper, dreading the sight below the demon's belly button. Instead, he focused on the trembling wings and arching tail.

In a way frightening and unholy as the very first of the angels who fell, Hongjoong was beautiful. His amber eyes glowed like fire and as it consumed Seonghwa, heat ignited in his veins.

Seonghwa almost wanted to reach out his arms and pull the demon above his body on the altar. He wished for the heat and wetness of his obscene length to return, wished it to ravage Seonghwa's body again.

Cruel recognition washed over Seonghwa when he realised his desire showed on his face. He didn't know what he wanted, only that he hungered so badly for what he should never hunger for.

With a coo, Hongjoong ran a hand over Seonghwa's cheek.

"And thus the sacred priest tastes the forbidden fruit," he whispered. Before Seonghwa's eyes could flutter with ashamed regret, Hongjoong picked him up. He flung Seonghwa up, wings batting, until Seonghwa met resistance against his spine. His arms floundered to find a hold and wrapped around a wooden board. A distorted shape pressed against his shoulders, and he looked down in confusion.

His mouth dropped open when he understood. He was draped over the cross, with Christ's suffering squeezed against his naked back.

In a panic, Seonghwa wanted to drop, beg for forgiveness, pray until his knees bled, but Hongjoong kept him in place. The demon knelt on the altar as he slinked his way up between Seonghwa's legs. His wicked eyes never left Seonghwa's as their gazes locked. Tall wings consumed all the light.

Hongjoong relished in the fear on Seonghwa's features. He kissed along his inner thighs, scraped his fangs along the skin without breaching it.

Once he hooked Seonghwa's legs over his shoulders, the priest was entirely exposed to him. He couldn't cover his body, too busy holding himself up, but his blush reached to his shuddering chest.

Hongjoong's arms supported Seonghwa's hips as his claws dug into his behind to spread him open. With a groan, Hongjoong buried his face down there and Seonghwa yelped. The sight was beyond sinful, but Seonghwa had yet to understand what he was in for.

When Hongjoong's lips parted and a long tongue caressed Seonghwa's entrance, he threw his head back. His arms shuddered and clung to the cross when the hot, wet touch tingled through the tips of his toes. Wide-open eyes stared at the ceiling as they questioned everything he had ever known. He asked the Lord what he had done to deserve such punishment, but he got no answer.

Hongjoong penetrated him with his tongue to taste the deepest parts of Seonghwa and Seonghwa cried the name of the Lord. Hongjoong took him apart piece by piece until Seonghwa sobbed and begged for forgiveness. Hongjoong teased him until Seonghwa couldn't breathe anymore and the arousal in his abdomen assumed cosmic force. The feeling of the demon's tongue in him ingrained itself in his body. Its maddening touch was beyond Seonghwa's understanding.

Between his thighs and with Seonghwa's trembling legs draped along his horns, Hongjoong's gaze embedded itself deep in Seonghwa's mind to make a permanent home. He made Seonghwa come speared by his tongue and with a hand wrapped around him. As fierce pleasure took Seonghwa apart at the seams, he knew there was no going back.

When Seonghwa jerked up in bed, his skin was clammy and his nape wet with sweat. His limbs were entangled in his blankets and the insistent ache of heat filled his groin.

Disoriented, Seonghwa reached for his water bottle. His hands shook as he willed his arousal away, nagging his fragile subconscious for giving in to temptation so readily.

He didn't sleep anymore that night. He spent his time praying and listening to any movement on the roof like a rabbit ready to escape. The pain in his heart got worse.