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Yoongi fixed the collar of his black robe letting out a small puff of air, confessionals were his least favorite part of the job description- but hey, it beat having to lead mass. He sat quietly in the white room, one thing that was worse than confessionals were private confessionals. He never understood why someone would want to look him in the eye while they professed their sins but to each their own. He rubbed his jet black hair and fixed the glasses, pushing them back into place on the bridge of his nose. Looking towards the door he sighed and waited for another person to come through the door, so far he had seen two other people—it was a slow day. A boy named Jeongguk who wanted to confide in someone about the pride and wrath in his heart. Yoongi just thought the boy was young; naïve, but the boy refused to meet his eye while he confessed. Another boy came in, Namjoon? Yoongi can’t remember, he was tall and lanky and professed each and every sin from his life. Yoongi understood the sentiment but fuck, it was boring.
Sure, at first this is the life Yoongi wanted to live. Well, that’s a lie. He had wanted the church to pay for his college and they did. He was supposed to leave the priesthood and live a normal life after he graduated but his mentor at the time, Seokjin, had been able to convince him to stay. He didn’t know how he was able to be roped into this life but the older man had always had a way with his words. So here Yoongi was, 5 years later stuck in a white room staring at a heavy wooden door to open. He leaned back and closed his eyes, he could hear people outside chattering after mass. The impending migraine was beginning to form. He stood up to have another priest, maybe Jimin he was always good at talking to people, cover for him. But then he heard a knock at the door and he sat down again waiting for the person to walk in.
A man with faded orange hair peaked his head in and pushed the door open and smiled at Yoongi who was still seated. He pushed into the room confidently, he wore a loose long-sleeved white button down that was lazily tucked into the tightest black jeans Yoongi had ever seen. This definitely was not church appropriate, Yoongi kept a neutral gaze at the man who kept a sly smirk on his face. The temperature of the room seemed to sky rocket. Yoongi cleared his throat and pointed towards the chair was next to his and moved so that they were facing one another, “sit down my child”. The words left a nasty feeling in Yoongi’s mouth.
The man sat down and pushed their chairs closer together, “hello Yoongi, it’s been awhile since I’ve last seen you.”
Yoongi furrowed his eyebrows, “what? How did you know my name?”
The mans grin grew in size and leaned in closer to Yoongi and put his hand on Yoongi’s thigh causing the man to jump, “Father, do you not remember me? I thought I was your favorite, it’s me Hoseok.”
His eyes doubled in size, Yoongi stared at the man and pushed his hand off of him wincing, “fuck you’re burning up, are you okay?”
Hoseok leaned back chuckling, “you don’t remember me? I thought we had fun when you tried to exorcise me from that boy in Daegu.”
Yoongi began to clench his fists, there was no way. This can’t be possible, this couldn’t be the same demon that had possessed that boy from Daegu, “this is impossible, you can’t be here. This is impossible.” Yoongi felt the flushed, the room was definitely getting warmer, he felt small sweat droplets fall from the side of his face, “that boy— we sent you back.”
“Ah, so you do remember me. Shame about Taehyung, I really liked playing with him.” Hoseok blinked quickly, Yoongi swore for a split second he saw pitch black eyes.
“You killed that boy, h-he died because of you.” Yoongi stood up and took a step back, he started about the room and grabbed the cross necklace from around his neck, “exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica postestas, omnis incursion infemalis adversarii, omnis legio..”
Hoseok laughed and grabbed Yoongi pushing him against the wall of the room, “you’re really gonna try and exocise me again, Father? You’re not holy, you can’t get rid of me. I think it’s time you tried to absolve your own sins.”
“I don’t know what you mean,” Yoongi stared at the demon with serious eyes, the proximity of Hoseok distracting him from his own train of thought.
Hoseok removed his hand from his bicep and rested it on Yoongi’s throat lightly, “you’re a sinner Father, probably the worst kind. You walk around acting as a holy successor to the Apostles as though you are shrouded in the grace of God. But you, you Min Yoongi are no better than a fallen angel like me.”
Yoongi could feel his breath begin to feel labored, “leave this man out of his, this man you’re possessing has nothing to do with me.”
“This man?” Hoseok tilted his head in confession, “oh I’m not possessing anyone Father, this is my human manifestation.” The grin on the man’s face never wavering, “I can hear your thoughts Father, so unholy, so tainted in sin. You lust so deeply, it must be so difficult to keep a vow of chastity especially with the thoughts that fill your mind.”
The shirt began to slide off of Hoseok’s shoulder to expose his collarbone, Yoongi wanted to nip at it and mark it as his own. He clenched his fists, he can’t be having these thoughts—but fuck it had been so long since he touched himself and even longer since anyone else had touched him. His chest began to rise and fall at a rapid pace, Hoseok started to run his free hand along Yoongi’s side, “I know you want me, Father. Just tell me and I’ll be yours.”
Yoongi screwed his eyes shut turning is head to the side, he couldn’t give in. He refused to fall into temptation, this had to be a test of his faith. Hoseok pressed his chest against Yoongi’s and grabbed his chin to tilt towards him. He opened his eyes to look into Hoseok’s, the man stared down at him and Yoongi stared back, “this is wrong, this is sinful.”
Hoseok crashes their lips together and Yoongi gasped allowing Hoseok time to slip his tongue inside Yoongi’s mouth. The shorter man noted how hot and warm Hoseok’s mouth and tongue were, he tasted like roses, wine and something metallic but it was addicting and it made his head spin. He grabbed for Hoseok’s loose shirt and fisted it to pull him impossibly closer. Hoseok pinned him against the wall and nipped at Yoongi’s bottom lip with a whine. Hoseok smirked against Yoongi mouth and kissed the column of his neck and dropped to his knees.
Yoongi looked down at Hoseok and choked at the sight before him, Hoseok looked up at him through hooded eyes. The shirt fell further down his shoulder, his chest bloomed red along with his cheeks. His heavy breathing and smirk playing on his lips made the familiar warmth in Yoongi’s abdomen appear. Hoseok shuffled closer and pulled apart the dark robes. Yoongi sighed as Hoseok ripped off his boxers with a light chuckle, “look at you, Father. You’re so desperate for my touch, does it feel good? Does the anticipation excite you?”
Hoseok watched as Yoongi’s flushed cock leaked, hot and dark pink desperate with the need to be touched. He whimpered at the feeling of Hoseok’s hot breath on him, “please, Hoseok.”
“Look at me,” Hoseok demanded Yoongi, who complied easily stared down at Hoseok who was between his legs, with a smirk he grabbed ahold of Yoongi’s cock causing the boy to hiss in pleasure. Hoseok licked his lips and with an airy breath gave a tentative lick to the head, causing a small whimper to escape the priest. Hoseok felt his own heartrate pick up as he stared up at the disheveled priest who stared down at him with starry eyes, “forgive me father for I have sinned.”
Yoongi took in a quick breath and stared at the demon with wide eyes and threw his head back as Hoseok lowered his head around Yoongi. Hoseok slowly bobbed his head, scratching his nails down Yoongi’s thighs. The older carded his fingers though Hoseok’s hair and held onto it tightly and pulled him close causing Hoseok to gag slightly. He let out a long moan, thighs shaking at the pleasure and warmth he hadn’t felt around his cock in years, “fuck, fuck Hoseok, please.”
Hoseok pulled off of Yoongi’s cock with a pop and smiles up at him lazily while pumping him, “you’re so close aren’t you?” Hoseok slowly stands up and pushes close to Yoongi again and kisses below his ear and then sucks on his earlobe teasingly, “do you want me, Father? Tell me you want me Min Yoongi.”
Yoongi lets a shiver run down his spine, he feels so hot, the room is unbearably scorching but his mind keeps screaming at him for more. His mind is muddied with visions of Hoseok, Hoseok on all fours, Hoseok moaning his name, Hoseok’s back arched as he fucks into him, Hoseok, Hoseok, Hoseok. “I-I want you.” Yoongi lets out with a shaky breath, not trusting his voice.
“You’re filthy,” Hoseok pulls away and turns his back to Yoongi, Yoongi stares at Hoseok who is turned away from him, “is this want you want to see, Father?”
Hoseok unbuttoned his shirt and let it slide down his back and laughed as Yoongi gasped, “what is it Yoongi?”
“Y-your back,” Yoongi stared at the two slits on Hoseok’s back where wings originally laid, “does it hurt?”
“They’re just scars now, I told you I was a fallen angel Yoongi,” He threw a sly smirk over his shoulder, “you don’t pity me do you?” Hoseok began to unbutton his pants and slowly slipped them off standing with his back to Yoongi still. His round ass caused Yoongi’s knees to grow weak.
“You’re beautiful,” Yoongi whispered causing Hoseok to tip his head back, causing Yoongi to believe he was immaculate. He slowly walked over to Hoseok and wrapped his arms around him latching his mouth onto the crook of Hoseok’s shoulder causing him to let out a low groan. He pulled Hoseok close to him one hand on his chest and the other on his stomach. Hoseok rested his head back against Yoongi’s shoulder.
“Fuck,” Hoseok felt himself letting Yoongi take control of the situation, “take me Yoongi, take me right now.”
Yoongi moaned against Hoseok’s shoulder turning him around and kissing his lips needily, Hoseok moaned into Yoongi’s mouth and started to grab at his robes. Quickly ridding Yoongi of his them, Hoseok laid them both down on the ground quickly. He flipped over and gave him a wink over his shoulder, “you wanna open me up don’t you? I love your hands, do it.”
Hoseok threw him a small bottle with a smile and braced himself on all fours for the other, he slicked up one finger and teased at Hoseok’s hole and slowly pushed it in. Pumping one finger in slowly, soon adding a second and third. Hoseok whimpered against his forearm, “Yoongi,” he let out with a low moan, “feels so good, doesn’t that feel good? It feels good doesn’t it?”
Yoongi gasped in a trance at the feeling of Hoseok’s hole swallowing his fingers easily, if Yoongi thought Hoseok mouth was hot than this was an inferno. Yoongi could feel himself burning up but he was like a moth drawn to a flame he couldn’t stop, he wanted more, he needed more.
Yoongi slowly pulled his fingers out of Hoseok and lined up his cock, slowly pushing himself inside Hoseok. Suddenly the room felt normal, the warmth that had once consumed him subsided as he buried himself in the others’ ass. He let out a groan and pushed Hoseok’s chest farther down to which the boy happily obliged.
“I’m not gonna fucking break Yoongi, go harder.” Hoseok said through gritted teeth pushing back harshly against Yoongi causing the boy to choke back a moan and push flushed against Hoseok’s ass.
“I’m gonna fucking wreck you,” Yoongi breathed out and pulled out snapping his hips quickly and harshly against Hoseok.
“I’d like to see you try.” Hoseok smiled looked back at Yoongi cause his heart to speed up.
Yoongi gripped Hoseok’s hips harshly and fucked into him, pulling his hips back to meet with each of his thrusts. Pulling a hand back he laid a loud smack onto Hoseok’s ass causing the boy to let out a high pitched moan. “You like that slut?” Yoongi let out with a growl and continued his spanks on Hoseok’s ass not letting up his relentless thrusts.
“Yes, oh god. Yoongi, I love it. Don’t stop please don’t stop,” Hoseok could feel the coil in his stomach tighten, it all felt so good. He pushed against Yoongi needily, he couldn’t think straight anymore. All he could think, see, and feel was Yoongi but he couldn’t find it in himself to mind.
Yoongi could feel his release coming soon and reached around and began to pump Hoseok’s cock to with caused the boy so spread his legs further and push against Yoongi harder. “I-I’m close Hoseok, fuck. I’m so close.”
“Cum please, cum inside me.” Hoseok begged causing Yoongi’s thighs to shake as he fucked into Hoseok with choppy and erratic thrusts.
Hoseok spilled all over Yoongi’s hand and with a low moan Yoongi spilled inside of Hoseok. He collapsed on top of Hoseok and then rolled over. The two men stayed side by side breathing and panting heavily next to each other.
Hoseok looked over at Yoongi who seemed to be drifting off to sleep and leaned over to kiss his forehead whispering, “until next time Yoongi.” Snapping his fingers causing the entire room to return to its normal state. Yoongi laid on the ground passed out, limbs feeling heavy with his robes back in their original state.
A frantic knock at the door woke Yoongi as he looked over weakly, the doors pushing open harshly a worried looking Jimin walking in.
“Yoongi!” Jimin kneeled at his side lifting Yoongi into his arms, “Father Yoongi are you okay? We heard a crash in here, did you fall?”
He looked around the small white room, all remnants of Hoseok gone, he looked back at Jimin whose eyes were filled with worry, “hmm? Oh, I think I passed out.”
“Should I take you to the infirmary?” Jimin kept his gaze steady on Yoongi, Yoongi felt almost bad about lying to the boy.
“I-I I’ll be fine,” Yoongi slowly stood up on his own and turned back to Jimin, “I need to pray, if you need me I’ll be in the pews.”
Yoongi walked slowly to the front of the pews and stared at the huge cross that adorned the head of the church and got onto his knees, he stayed for what felt like hours staring at the massive cross. He let out a shaky breath and lifted his weak hands and put them into prayer, he knelt his head and closed his eyes softly, “Forgive me Father for I have sinned, I think I have fallen in love with one of your abominations.”