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"...Forgive me, Lord…" Hinata murmured. The pure white candle in his hand felt ice cold, despite the swirling flame above it. 

A sigil drawn in salt, a litter of candles clumsily circling him. 

Father Hinata, freshly no longer a deacon. A real symbol, a figurehead of his community. The black robe he wore was furled out below him, his rosary dangling in front of his bound chest. 

The candle in front of him just needed to be placed in the center, and to drink the offering in front of him. A disgusting concoction of salts, dead ashes, and ginger. Necessary, even if disgusting.

He felt shame cover him like a thick velvet blanket, but the favor he needed overcame how much he knew this was wrong.

Hinata, with trembling hands, placed the candle down. 

A line of flame shot around him in a perfect circle, and Hinata quickly tugged his robes away from the hot tendrils, kissing his rosary in fear. Sweat gathered on the back of his neck, and it wasn't just from the unholy flames.

…Drink…Drink, drink, drink, drink…

A raspy, male voice was whispering in his ear, beckoning him to complete the ritual. Hinata knew this would happen, but his head still darted around to find it. But all he found was the basement walls he'd cleaned himself, a couple stray tapestries swaying- despite the fact no breeze came from a basement.

Hinata swallowed thickly as he looked down at the glass in front of him, disgusting liquid swirling.

Oh, is it too disgusting for you? The voice cooed, the sound making Hinata's heartbeat faster. Here, I'll make it better.

Hinata gasped in fear as he watched the contents swirl, a rich red spreading across the liquid. The potent scent of wine flooded the air, and Hinata's brow twitched.

Now drink. Drink. Drink, drink, drink…

Hinata trembled as he reached out for the cup. His nails tapped against the golden rim, hands shaking.

He leaned it back and didn't even focus on it as he threw the contents down his throat. He chugged what he could, tasting rich wine pouring down his throat.

Halfway…keep swallowing…

He hated the voice. He hated it.

Ha…humans are so fun…

Hinata suddenly gagged.

The wine began to taste metallic, salty, and thick-

He choked on the last drop, feeling it run down the corners of his mouth. He coughed profusely, slamming the cup back down. He retched, watching drops of red splatter on his hands. As it dried, it turned brown. 

Just as the thought of something truly disgusting appeared, a burst of fire came from each candle, spreading in size and height. Hinata looked around as a flaming wall formed around him. And just as quickly as it had come, it faded away.

He heard a laugh coming from seemingly nowhere, until he looked up, eye twitching as his lungs stopped drawing in air.

A demon .

"Hello, Hinata Hajime." It purred, a silky rasp drawing his eyes upward. 

Hinata's lip twitched, shocked he knew his name.

Pale, thin, tall. White curls tumbled down the creature's neck and shoulders. Black lingerie hugged the contours of the demon's body, covering his privates - but the rest was on display. Long, pale legs were only covered by a thin layer of fishnet tights, and the demon was surely taller than him with heels that looked frighteningly tall. Long black claws curled out from his nails, matching the pointed end of long, bony wings. A pointed tail swirled in the air like a snake's tongue, taking in the environment around them.

Hinata clutched his rosary, rising to his feet and backpedaling in fear. He tripped on the edge of it nervously, stumbling backwards.

The beast grinned, fanged teeth pointing downwards. The black horns that curled from the creature's temples up shimmered in the single candle that Hinata was holding. It was the only one that hadn't gone out. The light fixtures above them crackled weakly, dimmed, and Hinata prayed they didn't go out completely.

"Ah, how surprising. A man of the cloth." The demon whispered, taking a sultry step forward, one heel in front of the other. The sound of the clack of its shoes against the wooden floor sickened him. It was the sound of street corners, of disciplinarians. His stomach twisted in knots.

"A…a harlot ." Hinata spit in disgust.

"Awww…" The demon purred. "Go on, say it again." 

Hinata closed his mouth. He wanted anything but to make a deal with a being like this.

"I know you probably didn't want a… harlot taking your call, but beggars can't be choosers. Unimaginable power doesn't come on a silver platter." He said.

"Give me your name." Hinata demanded.

The demon smiled, placing a clawed hand under his chin. "Komaeda Nagito." He replied, beginning to circle Hinata. "So very polite of you to ask." 

Hinata scoffed, "I have no interest in pleasantries." He snapped.

"Most don't." Komaeda whispered, sauntering as he moved his hands behind his back.

"I want to make a deal." 

Komaeda raised an eyebrow. "Interesting." He whispered. 

Deals with demons. Most thought it was folklore, made up stories to deter children from toying with fire. But Hinata knew it was very much real. Giving up your everlasting life for insignificant things. Money, power, a lover, a resurrection…but Hinata had no need for something so basic. His desires were already powerful enough to summon a demon. If his will had been anything less, he wouldn't have succeeded. 

He wished he hadn't succeeded.

"What could a holy man want from a dark servant? It seems a bit ironic." Komaeda pointed out, heels clacking slowly.

Hinata looked down at the floor. "...You can't already see what I want? You have to make me say it out loud?"

Komaeda snickered. "I could. But you're so uptight, I'd rather you say it out loud. A little humiliation is necessary."

"You're disgusting."

"And you've summoned a demon." Komaeda said, crystal red eyes piercing through his very being.

Hinata swallowed, and he bit the inside of his cheek.

"I've heard it all, really. Unimaginable wealth. The reanimation of a wife. Someone even begged me to bring the vines that provided them with their prize rose back to life. One of them wanted to go to the moon. Be a movie star. Own a restaurant. But they all had one thing in common, and it's that they're all dead and in hell. So I hope you're willing to-"

"Make me a man." Hinata said, his voice breaking.

Komaeda stopped pacing. A smile spread across his face. "Of course. A holy man came for a good fucking . I should've known-"

"N-No! I didn't…I didn't summon you for that. I…I want to…be a man. A real man." Hinata whispered, emotion in his voice.

Komaeda remained perplexed.

Hinata turned to him, his eyes glazed in emotion. "Make me a man."

"I see nothing but a man…?" Komaeda asked. "Are you certain you know what you're asking me for?" He asked.

Hinata swore under his breath, and it seemed he couldn't bring himself to say anything more.

He buried his face in his robes, heaving in emotion. He could feel the blood had dried on the sides of his mouth.

The sound of clicking heels came closer to him, and Hinata almost cried out when Komaeda's hand came to his chin, forcing him to look up.

Komaeda's touch felt ice cold, and he felt another voice in his head, but it was completely unintelligible. A flood of memories assaulted him all at once, and Komaeda's expression softened.

Wearing a skirt in elementary school.

Homeschooling, secretly taking hormones.

Leaving my parent's home, attending college. No one knows a thing.

I shave my hair, I change my name, I move to a new city.

No one knows.

No one will ever know.

I know they know.

Komaeda backed away. "...You're a transgender man."

Hinata jerked his chin away from Komaeda's touch, sniffling.

"...And you feel incredible shame for being yourself."

"I can't describe it. Every day, I…I know that I'm not a man, and every day I feel guilty for disrupting the plans my God made for me, and-"

"In the eyes of…Him, and of me, you're a man." Komaeda interrupted.

"That's not true, my teachings-"

"Your teachings are flawed in every way possible. You have no idea what the afterlife is." Komaeda jutted in. Hinata watched him stand again, crossing his arms. "I can't do anything for you if your wish already exists." 

" Please!" Hinata begged loudly. "I did everything to get you here! I-I collected ashes from urns, I'm willing to sacrifice my entire soul to be what I need to be!"

Komaeda stopped in his place, and turned back to him. "...I wish I could help you. But it's just not something I can agree to."

"You're not powerful enough to do it, are you?" Hinata spat. "You're just weak, aren't you?! My will wasn't strong enough, I-I messed up the drink- don't just tell me you can't, give me a reason !" He bellowed.

Komaeda turned sharply in his direction, his gaze cutting through the air. The red of his eyes glinted like a spark. "How dare you question me?!" He hissed, seething. In a single glare, the candles flew across the room, melting midair and splattering against a tapestry on the wall. Hinata trembled, looking at Komaeda and clutching his rosary.

Komaeda's expression curdled as he approached the priest, and Hinata scurried back on his hands and knees, until his back hit the wall. 

Hinata felt his breath draw short as Komaeda's foot was planted right between his legs, inches away from what was in his pants. "If you think what makes you a man is between your legs or on your chest, then you don't know what a man is." He said, frowning.

Hinata shivered.

"But…if you are that incessant, then I'll make a kind of…trial run with you. Without the cost of your everlasting soul." He whispered. "Just because I know the types like you are stubborn."

Hinata nodded, following along.

"One week. I will watch over you for one entire week, and when that week comes to an end, if you still wish to change your body, I will do it. At the price of your soul. But if you do not, I will simply leave."

Hinata frowned. "You're going to make me wait another week of this disgusting life?" He asked.

"You're going to make me break my rules?" Komaeda hissed back.

Hinata frowned. 

"One week. Starting now." Komaeda whispered. "Yes or no?"

Hinata frowned. He looked away, and he bit his lip.

Komaeda extended a palm, claws curling up and over his fingertips. 

Hinata hesitated. But he reached out and grasped his palm, shaking. Komaeda's nails curled around his fingers. His hands were pillow soft…

"A wise decision." The incubus cooed. "You won't regret this." He smiled.

"I better not." Hinata said in a biting tone.

Suddenly Komaeda pulled his hand, forcing him to his feet. Hinata gasped as Komaeda walked forward, flinching as he expected their foreheads to knock together. But instead, his body turned into a cloud of black smoke.

…Hello, Hinata Hajime.

A voice. In his mind.

"Y-You're inside me?"

What an immature way to put it. I expected better from a priest, really.

Hinata rolled his eyes. "You're disgusting."

You should really try thinking instead of speaking out loud.

Hinata looked around, looking for anyone who could see him. But instead, he saw the room had been completely cleaned, tapestries and all.

I did a nice job, didn't I? You don't have to thank me, I know it's impressive.

Shut up.

There he is!

Hinata felt sour. His wish wasn't fulfilled and now he had a permanent voice in his head.

It's not so bad. You look dashing inside, by the way.

Hinata instinctively covered this privates. 

Oh, you should get used to me seeing all of you. You'll learn to ignore it, eventually.

This is sick and twisted.

You could give up now. 

…I have a ceremony tomorrow morning.

Then let's rest up.

—

Hinata woke up, took a shower, and began to shave. He ran his razor down the small stubble he'd grown over the course of taking his testosterone. He loved the fact he needed to shave, even if he preferred a more clean-shaven look.

You look like an ad for shaving cream right now.

Hinata's hand jerked, and he, gratefully, didn't cut his face. "I forgot you were here." He sighed

It wasn't a dream, dear. I'm still very much here. You look very handsome, by the way.

Hinata rolled his eyes. "You can't change my mind."

Inside voices, please.

You can't convince me. I want it. I need it.

You may want it, but you don't need it to be a 'real man'. 

…That's what you think.

Komaeda didn't say anything again, and Hinata kept getting ready, always waiting for a comment from him.

He opened his closet, and he saw his robes, neatly hung in front of him. He sighed and reached forward, pulling one over his undergarments. He buttoned the front, tucking his collar in and reaching for his crucifix. He hesitated.

I'm flattered, but don't worry. It can't hurt me when I'm in your body. Unless you invoke words to banish me, I'll be fine.

Hinata felt relief.

Aw, how sweet that you want to be nice to me.

Hinata's cheeks burned, and he felt worried about how his feelings would be broadcast directly to the sexy demon in his head. 

You think I'm sexy?

Hinata rolled his eyes.

The journey out of his room and into morning air was short, as he lived inside the church with his fellow holy men. They milled about, talking to one another casually as they dutifully headed to the kitchen to make breakfast. But Hinata had other plans.

Oh?

Can you shut it?

I'm interested! 

Hinata sighed and bit his lip. He walked down the hall, turning to the exit. He walked out of the church, and he suddenly felt a weight leave his body.

"What exactly are you doing?" Komaeda was floating next to him, wings flapping as he flew around him.

"W-What are you doing?! Everyone will-"

"No one can see me but you. You still have that drink in your system, after all."

"What was in that drink, anyway?"

"It's exactly what you put in it. I just played a little prank on you." 

"It was disgusting."

"Aren't we all?"

Hinata would have to agree.

He waited for the bus, but it arrived just as he had planned it to. Komaeda flew through its walls, and Hinata sat down on the uncomfortable seats. 

"Do you do this everyday?" Komaeda asked.

Hinata crossed his arms and stayed silent.

Komaeda sighed, "Right. You can't think to me anymore." He leaned his head against his palm. His heels were death-defyingly high, and it seemed like the lingerie that hugged his body got tighter by the hour.

Hinata watched as he stood up, gripping the metal pole of the bus. He swung idly around it, looping a leg around the metal. He'd clearly done this before, but wasn't particularly interested in showing off. But his body was incredibly elegant, every curve and sway of his body making Hinata a little flustered.

Komaeda looked at him, giggling mischievously. "Do you like boys who do this kind of thing, Father?" 

Hinata turned away, flushed.

"Ah…I think you do." Komaeda whispered, stepping out a heel and suddenly kicking forwards, flipping himself upside down on the bus pole. His legs were just…gorgeous. Hinata didn't know if he'd ever seen a better pair of legs. But he was grateful as the bus stopped, and Komaeda made an awkward face as he slightly jolted on the pole, his wings flickering to life as he righted himself. It was rather funny, and Hinata resisted the urge to laugh.

Komaeda walked down the bus steps behind Hinata, who stopped in front of his destination.

"...You're a school teacher?" Komaeda asked.

A large catholic school was in front of him, high, angelic peaks and ornate brick walls outside of it. It was clearly old, but well cared for. 

"Yes." Hinata said simply, walking forward.

"How charming." Komaeda said, and Hinata was thrown off at the sincerity in his tone.

Komaeda followed behind Hinata, and he was grateful that the sound of his heels didn't reverberate through the hallway. The wooden walls were covered in school activity posters, clubs, reminders, etc. A large cross was affixed to the wall, and Komaeda moved away from it nervously, hissing under his breath. 

Hinata walked down the hall, and Komaeda flew beside him as he turned into a small doorway. 

Old alphabet cards lined the top of the wall in cursive. It was probably from the sixties, and the collection of wooden desks was probably from the same date.

"How long has this stuff been around?" Komaeda murmured.

"Decades. I don't know when you lived, but it's been around for a long time compared to my life."

"How old are you?"

"Thirty." Hinata said.

"Rather young for a teacher."

"My kids don't seem to care."

"What do they call you?"

"Sensei. What else would they call me?"

"I'm just curious. Don't be so uptight." Komaeda purred, running a hand along Hinata's shoulder. He immediately shivered, and Komaeda grinned. "...You shook."

"It's a human reaction." Hinata protested. 

"It's exciting." Komaeda whispered, "It's been a while since I've been able to talk to one of you."

Hinata frowned. "...Why is that?"

Komaeda shrugged. "Normally people call me for sexual deviancy reasons. It's been a long time since I've gotten to deal with a real problem."

"...I hope your clients begged for forgiveness from the Lord." Hinata said flatly.

Komaeda shrugged, "Why would they? It wouldn't have changed anything."

Hinata didn't like thinking about it. He didn't like thinking about the fact he'd have to sacrifice his entire spiritual life for worldly comfort. But he couldn't stand it. He'd rather comfortably save others than uncomfortably wait to die.

Hinata worked at a rickety old antique of a desk, feeling a little silly as he handed off papers to Komaeda, who would glide across the room and put them in a separate drawer.

Suddenly a bell rang, and Hinata beckoned him over. "Get back inside." He hissed, pointing to his chest.

"But whyyy ? It's so nice to be able to see your handsome face-"

"I refuse to even risk a child seeing something like you. Do it. Now." He said sternly.

Komaeda blew air in his cheeks, huffing as he walked forward, and his body became ashes once more as he entered his body.

Hinata welcomed a collection of students in uniforms, finding their seats after chatting idly. Hinata watched as a few of them slid late worksheets onto his desk- and one of them left a small apple. Hinata smiled gently at them as they sat down, smiling.

They like you. I can tell.

They're my students. Not all of them like me.

They respect you.

Most of the time.

Hinata stood up, clapping a couple times as notebooks and pencils were dug out of shoulder bags.

  Don't say a word while I'm teaching. This is very important.

Calm down, I'm not an idiot. I'll be quiet.

Good .

It was quiet for a moment.

Thank you . Hinata added.

You're welcome, Father.

Hinata took a breath, and he smiled patiently. "Everyone have a good weekend?"

A murmur of positive and negative remarks spread through the room, a couple giggles floating around. 

"Wonderful, or I'm sorry to hear about that." Hinata said. A couple laughs came from the students. 

"If you'd please bring your worksheets to me, I'd be very appreciative." He said, picking up the nearest one from the desk of a student nearest to him to start the process.

People filed up to hand him their sheets, talking and stepping on the back of each other's shoes. 

Hinata smiled and thanked every one of them, until a small girl came up to him with wet eyes.

Hinata raised an eyebrow. "Sasaki," He whispered, "what's wrong?" 

She sniffled. "I…I don't have it." She whispered. "I'm sorry." 

Hinata gently took the last of the sheets, before putting them on his desk. He knelt in front of her. "Why not?" 

"My…my cat got lost yesterday…and we can't find her. I didn't do it. I felt so sick, I couldn't work. I think she's dead, somewhere. I'm so sad." She sniffled, tears rolling down her face.

Hinata nodded, and he could feel his thought process be observed by the demon inside him. But his decision was easy. "Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that. I'll give you another couple days, okay? I hope you find Sugarcube." 

"You…know her name?" She asked curiously.

Hinata…didn't know her name. Why did he know her name?

Unfortunately, her instinct is correct. Sugarcube is no more.

Why would you tell me that?!

So you wouldn't give her false hope.

How do you-

Hinata couldn't focus on it, and he steadied his breath. "You must've mentioned it sometime earlier. I'll give you all the time you need. Now go sit, or if you need to, take a break." 

She nodded. "Thank you, sensei."

Hinata smiled and watched her go.

How do you know the cat is dead?

Everything living dies. Demons like us just…know when someone is dead.

Even a cat?

All dogs - and cats - go to heaven.

Hinata resisted the urge to roll his eyes as he sighed and opened his mouth. 

"Open your textbooks to page seventy-three. And if you do not have one, look at the board for me please."

"I don't have mine!"

"Then look at the board, please."

"What page in our textbooks?"

"...Page seventy-three."

"What if we don't have a book?"

Hinata sighed.

—

The day wrapped up after a long eight hours, and Hinata prepared to see off his students.

"Come on, then. Ito, pick up your colored pencils. And give back Takahashi's lunchbox."

"I don't wanna!" Ito cried, and Hinata simply picked it up and returned it to a crying Takahashi's hands. 

"Out, out you beautiful pests." Hinata jokingly shooed them.

"Will you exorcize us?" A giggling boy asked, and Hinata chuckled.

"I sincerely hope it won't come to that. I'd prefer to keep as far as possible from the occult." He explained.

Oh?

Hush.

The children waved goodbye, some sneaking a couple hugs to Hinata's legs and torso, leaving behind the usual couple pencils or scraps of paper.

Hinata cleaned up after what they couldn't do themselves, and he piled their worksheets into a folder he slipped into a bag. 

Komaeda then slipped out of him , and walked beside him. "I must say, you're the antithesis of the people who do business with me."

"That's because I have a good reason for doing business with you." Hinata whispered.

Komaeda gently traced a nail over his shoulder. "If you say so."

Hinata shivered, and Komaeda giggled. 

The next day came. The next, then the next, and the end of the week came.

Hinata was unconvinced.

He was lying in bed, now used to this routine. Komaeda was sitting in the air, as if a chair prompted him upwards. "What are you thinking, today?"

"I feel the same way I did before."

"...Then I have failed you." Komaeda whispered.

"You still have…what, eighteen hours?" Hinata said, as if it was meant to comfort him. Comfort a demon.

"Eighteen hours of mass." Komaeda reminded him.

"...Think of it this way. Your home isn't far."

"Psh. Hell is just an apartment. I become sick of my surroundings like any mortal."

"Then why don't you stay on Earth?" Hinata asked.

Komaeda sighed, resting his elbow on an imaginary armrest. "I can only come here based on the stipulations of a contract or a bet."

"A bet?"

"That's what we have now. A bet that if I can convince you, I'll have to banish myself. If I can't, we make the contract you so badly want." He explained, looking stressed.

"Why are you so invested, anyway?" Hinata asked. "Aren't I just another person in a sea of people who have worldly desires? Why risk banishing yourself over my insignificant wish?"

Komaeda didn't say anything. He just looked down, his heel pointing out to distract himself from speaking.

Hinata sat up, in his underwear beneath the covers. "This is the one time you stop talking?" Hinata frowned.

Komaeda burst into laughter, and Hinata frowned deeper. "You make an excellent point!" 

Hinata sighed and stood up, feeling Komaeda's eyes on him. Komaeda followed him into the bathroom, and Hinata picked up his shaving cream, about to shave like he had at the top of the week.

Komaeda watched, looking in the mirror behind him. "...How handsome."

"You're just saying that." Hinata said, the white foam burst into his palm. 

"I'm not. Look at you." Komaeda insisted, his hand reaching out before he stopped.

"...You can touch. You've seen me naked for seven days, I don't care anymore." Hinata said.

Komaeda reached forward, his fingers tracing his jaw. "Strong jaw, high cheekbones, bold eyebrows…" As he spoke, his hands glided over the features he talked about. His lips, nose, freckles…

Hinata turned red. He couldn't help it, something about it was almost soothing in it's affirmation. Komaeda's hands left his face, trailing down his neck and shoulders. 

… This is fine. This is…normal…

Oh, no. 

Komaeda's words were getting lost, and Hinata's mind was fogging. As he was a man of the cloth, he'd never been touched sexually. He was to remain a virgin, forever celibate. That had never really plagued him as much as he thought it would- sure, women were beautiful and men were handsome, but no matter how much he lusted over them, he would've never allowed them to see his naked body.

Until a horrific, gorgeous demon had already seen it, and said nothing.

Komaeda's words suddenly cut through his brain fog. "Are you aroused, Hinata?" He purred.

Hinata flushed, and his words stuttered. "I-I- I'm not- you're-"

Komaeda's hands pushed lower, until one hand was coasting down the small of his back and the other was sliding down his abdomen. "Yes?"

Hinata bit his bottom lip, and he burned inside.

Is this was demons like Komaeda do? Do they torture people like me? Do they refuse to fulfill my wishes and then touch me?

Hinata wanted him to touch him harder. 

"...I don't…mind it…"

"I need a clear yes, Hinata."

"I…" He didn't know if he could do that. He didn't know if he could do it. "I want you to do it."

"You want me to touch you down there? You want me to kiss you?"

Hinata burned red. "Do you get off on this or something?! I already said yes!" He whined.

That was clearly the answer Komaeda was looking for, because he grabbed Hinata's face and turned it, connecting their lips. His opposite hand ducked under his boxers, and Hinata gasped.

Komaeda's hands were heaven. Hinata already figured that'd be the case, considering his position in life, but he wasn't expecting his claws to turn into velvet-soft hands, ones that would press right into where he was most sensitive.

"Mm!" Hinata cried into Komaeda's soft lips. Komaeda tilted his head, leaning forward and pressing further into him. Hinata couldn't push back. But he kissed him back, and he felt a haze of combined dread and euphoria flood him.

But just as it had begun, Hinata jerked as he heard a knock on his door. Komaeda immediately jerked away from him, and Hinata shouted "Coming!" as he quickly rinsed the shaving cream off his hand, forgetting it was even there. 

He threw on his robes haphazardly, before he opened the door, still adjusting his collar.

An old man stood in front of him, one Hinata recognized as the oldest of the congregation. "Hello, Father." Hinata said quickly.

"You are not ready yet?" He asked, an aged grey brow peaking up.

"I'm…I'm sorry, I-"

"I don't need an explanation. You must be ready soon. You're hosting morning Eucharist today." He explained.

Hinata gulped. He'd forgotten about that. Probably because Komaeda's hands were down his pants moments ago. "I understand."

"I hope you do. You're very young to be in this position." The older father said. Hinata knew the others held resentment against him for being so young in this position, even being entrusted as a school teacher. Especially when he had such a burdensome secret.

"I'm aware." Hinata said flatly.

Komaeda suddenly walked forwards, next to him. True to his word, the priest did not move, and was incapable of seeing him. 

"...Good." He said, just as flatly.

Hinata watched him leave, and he closed the door.

Komaeda turned to him. "...Do you want to pick up where we left off?" He purred.

"N-No. I need to get ready." He whispered, adjusting his robes and pulling the buttons together.

Komaeda looked disappointed, but he reached behind him and helped him button the back, clicking the clasps together. Hinata relaxed, before he turned around and met his eyes.

Komaeda smiled softly, genuinely. Beautifully.

Hinata leaned forward and pressed a kiss against his cheek. Komaeda's pale cheeks turned a delicate pink, and Hinata's hands were shaking a bit. 

"... You've never had a partner before, have you?"

"No. It kind of goes against the whole position." Hinata reminded him.

"I see." Komaeda whispered.

Hinata opened his mouth to speak, but his words fell silent. Komaeda waited patiently, and Hinata loved him for it. "I…I don't…want to go." He said.

"To mass?"

"To mass."

"Why not?"

"... It's the worst part. The eyes. Everyone. I feel like they can see. I feel like God can see. And they all know. And know I'm not…I'm not…"

"A cisgender man?" He asked.

"Yes. That." Hinata whispered.

Komaeda curled a hand around his chin. "Why don't we skip it?"

"Skip mass? That's…unheard of!"

"I can make an emergency. No one will even know you're gone. You could slip out in a panic."

"But…but…"

" But…but…" Komaeda jokingly mocked. "Have a little rebellion." 

Hinata rolled his eyes. "...Fine. Fine, I'll do it. But just don't kill anyone or anything. Okay?"

Komaeda smiled. "Understood."

"I don't like that smile."

"What? I'm just smiling."

"Not true."

"The possibilities are endless, that's all." Komaeda giggled.

Hinata got completely ready, complete with the silk alb that he draped around his neck. Komaeda looked disappointed as his body was covered with more cloth, and he felt flushed as he tied the cincture tight around his waist- almost like a corset.

Komaeda followed him as he rushed down the hall, walking through the empty paths and cutting through rooms to reach the grand hall that came before his place of worship.

"How much money do you sink into a place like this? It's so lavish."

"Shh." Hinata whispered.

Komaeda frowned and pouted, but obeyed.

Hinata stepped inside. The light from outside poured through stained glass, illuminating the face of his fellow holy men. Hinata realized he was late, and he took a moment to absorb his surroundings.

They'd brought in the pool.

It was a large wooden bath that was filled with water before it would be used for baptisms, carved to resemble an arc. 

Hinata watched as a woman was dressed in baggy shirt and shorts. She was being prayed to, and Hinata waited patiently for her to be dipped below the surface-

Until the water began to let off steam.

Hinata looked up, and Komaeda was standing above the water. He held out a hand, and suddenly the water was burbling, water shifting and popping on its surface. It rolled into a boil, and everyone began to murmur and panic, until scalding water began to violently sway out of the bath, causing people to drift away and scream. 

"Demon!" "Curse!" "What's happening?!" Various sounds of panic broke out among the crowd, and soon they started running. Komaeda looked, rather fittingly…devilish.

Soon Hinata watched him, and he slipped out of the room, Komaeda followed close behind, who followed his lead as he rushed away. Hinata was thinking at lightning speeds, and he quickly made a snap decision.

He darted into a storage room, and Komaeda followed behind. It was quiet inside, and Hinata waited for a time until he was sure he couldn't hear anyone outside. 

"...You boiled the baptism water." Hinata said in a dull tone.

"No one died." Komaeda reminded him.

Hinata put his face in his hand, but he snorted. "You're…ridiculous."

Komaeda smiled softly, and landed next to him. "That makes two of us." 

Hinata leaned against the wall, looking upwards. "...I hate how much you've made me love having a bad influence."

"Do you feel free?"

"Yes. More free than I've ever felt." Hinata admitted painfully. "... It's…uncomfortable."

Komaeda laughed, and Komaeda watched his sharpened canines move. "Most people don't know what to do with freedom."

Hinata took a breath, and he bit his lip. 

Freedom.

Freedom tasted good in his mouth. It felt good in his lungs. It smelled delicious.

"...Let's do it." Hinata whispered breathlessly.

Komaeda looked over at him. "...Hm?"

"Let's do it. In here." Hinata whispered.

Komaeda grinned. "Oh? Do what, Hinata?" 

"L-Let's…" Hinata swallowed again. "Let's fuck." He stammered, his knees shaking. 

Komaeda grinned, and he moved faster than Hinata had ever seen him move before. His usual routine of lazily floating around the room or sitting on the end of his bed had given him the impression he'd be more…tender. But Komaeda's claw eased up his neck, and Hinata burned inside.

"Why do you want to?" Komaeda whispered.

Hinata frowned, "H-Huh?"

"Why do you want me?" Komaeda whispered.

Hinata swallowed, and he wondered if Komaeda could feel it slide down his throat. "...I-I want you because…I want to feel free. I want to shed this stupid shame and touch someone I like."

Komaeda looked at him for a couple seconds, before Hinata turned pink. "A-And…I like you. Quite a lot."

"You find me sexy."

"I find you sexy, and…and very intelligent. And interesting. I like that. I like you, okay?!" Hinata stammered.

Komaeda chuckled, "I like you too, Hajime Hinata." He whispered, before leaning in and pressing his lips against Hinata's.

The kiss was less aggressive than it had been in the bathroom, like Komaeda was taking his time with him now. Hinata flushed, having expected him to be shoving a hand down his front by now. But he wasn't, all he couldn't feel was tiny fangs pressing into his bottom lip. 

Komaeda's tongue slipped past his teeth, and Hinata melted at the feeling of his hand drifting down his torso, onto his thigh. Claws gently traced his hip, and Hinata suddenly knew he had been utterly seduced by this demon. He didn't know how it happened, but he had, in one way or another, in just under a week, fallen under the spell of an incubus.

But Hinata didn't care much when Komaeda reminded him that no one could take away who he was. Hinata Hajime.

Hinata's hand gingerly reached out, and he flexed his fingers experimentally before pulling them around Komaeda, pushing their chests together. Komaeda responded with an adorable squeak, and Hinata's jaw began to reciprocate the treatment he'd been getting. It felt hotter and hotter, and Hinata wondered if he could be forgiven for the sins he was about to commit. 

Komaeda separated from him, before his long fingers trailed to his stole, slipping it down his arm. It frumped to the ground in a pitiful way, while Komaeda's hands unbuttoned the back of his alb. Hinata tentatively untied the cincture, letting it also fall with his alb. 

Komaeda watched his bare body come into view, and Hinata flushed red and refused to look down at himself.

"...So beautiful." Komaeda whispered. He had once talked to him in a duplicitous purr that lured him in the direction of Komaeda's choice. But now, he was as genuine as ever.

"Komaeda…" Hinata whispered softly.

Suddenly, Komaeda's undergarments themselves began to disappear, leaving Hinata with the sight of his body, as well. He felt flushed, watching him pretend to step out of a thong, before it disappeared into ash before it hit the ground. Did this count as a strip tease…?

"Komaeda…you're…" Hinata was trying to find air, but it was taken from him even faster as Komaeda knelt down, his face by his hips.

"Yes?" Komaeda whispered, grinning as he pressed a kiss above his bush.

"...Beautiful, too." Hinata whispered.

Komaeda smiled softly, and he leaned forward and kissed lower, passing over curly brown hair to get to the wetness between Hinata's thighs. His hair tickled Hinata's legs, but that sensation faded away fast as Komaeda opened his mouth.

Hinata could swear he saw stars when his tongue met his t-dick. It was unlike anything he'd ever even imagined, and suddenly he let out a noise he didn't think he could make.

Komaeda paused for a second, before letting out a self-satisfied chuckle. He leaned back in, and Hinata put a hand over his mouth as his tongue swirled around the most sensitive part of his body. Bursts of pleasure made his palms shake and his body sweat.

He looked down hesitantly, watching Komaeda's beautiful eyes look up at him, his nose against his pelvis. His lips pursed as he sucked on him, his hands squeezing down on his thighs.

"Fuck…" Hinata whispered through grit teeth, flushed red. He felt drool border on his bottom lip, slipping out for a moment. "...K-Komaeda…!"

"Cum for me." Komaeda purred, before a hand snaked up his backside, squeezing his ass and he sucked, hard.

Hinata let out a whimper, clenching his teeth and letting out a gasp as he came for the first time in years, shaking with pleasure. His hand darted to Komaeda's hair, weaving his hands into it as Komaeda continued to please him throughout his thigh-trembling orgasm.

Komaeda's mouth left him, wetness on his chin. "Did you like that?" He purred, wiping away his mouth and standing up.

Hinata was drawing in breaths, swallowing hard. "Yes…" He whispered.

Komaeda smiled softly, "You want to keep going?" He asked, tenderly reaching forwards and pushing hair behind his ear.

"Y-Yeah. I'm nervous, but yes. Please." 

Komaeda smiled softly, and he pressed a peck against his cheek. "What should I do, then? Do you want to have me inside you? Should I touch you with my hands? Kiss you?" He purred, pressing a kiss against his face for every suggestion.

Hinata curled around him, and he began to plant kisses of his own against his cold, cold skin. It was like his body refused to pump blood- or whatever ran through demon's veins- into his chest and arms.

Hinata ran his tongue along Komaeda's neck, and Komaeda let out a small breath that made Hinata's body light on fire. It was so insignificant, it shouldn't have turned him on so much, and yet…

Hinata suddenly pushed Komaeda towards a table in the corner, brushing a patch of dust away. Komaeda looked adorably pink in the cheeks as Hinata lifted him by the petite waist.

"M-Mm…so strong." Komaeda giggled.

Hinata smiled softly, and he felt like his face hadn't done that in a while. "Thank you."

"We should test that strength sometime." Komaeda whispered.

"Oh?"

"Do you know what a strap on is?" Komaeda whispered.

"Y-Yes."

"Let's use one next time."

"Next time?" Hinata asked.

"U-Unless…you don't want to?"

"Oh, I absolutely want to. I just…how can there be a next time? Don't you have to go home?"

"I'll find a way."

Hinata burned with need. He had to please him somehow. Now. 

He leaned forward, and his lips met Komaeda's neck. He was too shy to put his mouth around Komaeda's dick- he couldn't get the image of choking on it out of his head - but he could use his hand instead.

"Can I…?" Hinata whispered to his jaw. 

"Yes." Komaeda said immediately.

Hinata flushed, and his fingertips snaked down his smooth stomach, before finding the erection poking at Hinata's love handles.

"Mm…" Komaeda's breath hitched as Hinata took a hold of him, experimenting with the pressure of his grip. "I-Is this okay…? I'm…I don't know how-"

Komaeda's hand gently met his, "A-A bit tighter, and…here, this will help." He said softly. His opposite hand swirled, before a small purple bottle came from thin air. He popped a cork off the contents, and poured clear lube onto his hand. 

He gently spread it over himself, and Hinata flushed as he used his opposite hand to curl around his fist, tightening his grip. "There, that's - unh, thanks perfect. Then just move up and down-" He shivered and gasped, Hinata obeying his instructions perfectly.

Komaeda's brows pinched together, his nose wrinkling with an overwhelmed look. His mouth hung open, tiny fangs poking below his upper lip. His cheeks flushed a beautiful pink, and Hinata felt wonderful. He kissed his jaw, continuing to move his hand up and down. Komaeda's breath landed on his forehead, and Hinata felt like he could create a new religion based on the sensation alone.

"N-ngh…mm…Hinata, a little tighter- ah!" He moaned, his knee curling in and pushing his hips upward into Hinata's fist, trying to make him faster. Hinata had no problem obeying, tightening his grip and flicking his wrist faster. Komaeda's gasps and shivers turned into long, drawn-out moans, and Hinata felt…sexy.

"I-Is it good?" Hinata whispered.

"Fuck, i-it's so good, Hajime…" Komaeda moaned, his hand curling into his short hair.

Hinata felt ravenous, and he began to nip at Komaeda's neck, sucking in and feeling wetness grow between his legs yet again.

"H-Hajime…!" Komaeda whined, before Hinata felt wetness on the top of his fist, Komaeda's thighs shaking as he moaned in his ear, gripping his hair in a most uncomfortably comfortable way.

Hinata let go, and he looked down at his lover. "Y-You okay?"

"I've never been better." Komaeda chuckled, leaning up and kissing him deeply. Hinata's hands curled around his waist, bringing him closer. He kissed his body- his neck, shoulders, chest, stomach. He felt overcome with a need to feel every part of him, and Komaeda's hands spread across his face affectionately.

"Komaeda…er…N-Nagito, can we…can we do…can-"

"Do you want me to be inside you?" Komaeda whispered, chuckling at his clumsy phrasing.

"Yes. Please." Hinata begged.

"Then let's trade places, sunshine." Komaeda purred, kissing his forehead.

Hinata nervously climbed onto the table, Komaeda helping prop him up with strength from an unknown source. Komaeda poured lube on his hands, his fingers touching him.

"I need to prepare you, okay? I'll be careful, stop me immediately if anything hurts or feels uncomfortable." Komaeda smiled softly.

"Okay." Hinata took a deep breath, and Komaeda gently held up his leg, a finger tracing his entrance. Komaeda made a passing comment about how wet he was, and Hinata burned red. He couldn't help it.

Komaeda prepped him softly and slowly, sliding his fingers inside him. It was a strange sensation, one he'd never experienced before from another person. Komaeda's movements were calm and relaxing, almost. It was as if he was trying to excite him in a calm way, like whispering winning lottery numbers. And Hinata already felt like a million bucks in front of Komaeda.

Suddenly he felt Komaeda's opposite hand rub his tdick, his thumb making circles and tugging motions, waves of pleasure to rock through his body. "Mm…N-Nagito…!" He whispered, biting his lip.

"You love my sinful hands, don't you?" He chuckled throatily. "You can't get enough."

Hinata flushed. "N-No, I can't…" 

"Good. I can't get enough of your body- so sexy. Watching you work out in the mornings was so amazing. Watching you flex and bend…I wanted to touch you all week." He whispered.

Hinata couldn't believe that was true.

"I hadn't seen your naked body before now, I was bluffing each time I teased you. It was worth the wait. This little birthmark is so cute." He said, tracing his hands on a brown spot on his thigh.

"That's…thank you." Hinata whispered back, surprised. Komaeda's fingers were making it hard to think, and suddenly it became even harder when Komaeda curled his knuckles, and it hit a spot so deep and good inside him that it made him cry out. 

"Think you're ready?" Komaeda giggled, withdrawing just as it got good.

"Y-Yes." Hinata begged, spreading his legs for him. "Please, fuck me, Nagito."

Komaeda's eyes flared for a moment, before he quickly pulled Hinata's hips forward, scooting him close. His dick pressed against Hinata's folds, and Hinata felt nervousness creep in his mind. His hands shook, and Komaeda gently ran his hands up and down his legs. "Relax for me, honey."

Hinata took slow breaths, calming his racing heart and remembering that the person in front of him was quite literally the most qualified person to touch him. Komaeda was made for this, he existed for it. And if Hinata didn't like it, they would just stop.

"Take a deep breath." Komaeda whispered, pushing his thighs apart and aligning himself in front of him.

Hinata flushed, and did as he was told.

"And out…" Komaeda purred.

Hinata let out a moan instead of a breath as Komaeda pushed inside, reaching parts inside of himself he'd never touched before. 

"Feel good?" Komaeda whispered.

"U-Uh…uh-huh…" He stammered, flushed to his ears. He had had no idea it would feel this good. He had no idea at all. It wasn't even physical pleasure, but the intensity of it… "More, please..." Hinata whispered, begging like a whore. A sinful, spread-out whore.

"Gladly. I'm going to move, so keep relaxed." Komaeda whispered.

He moved his hips, and Hinata felt his teeth clench. It felt good, but very different. The slickness between his legs and the lube on Komaeda's cock was making such a crude noise, and something about Komaeda's movements made his entire body red hot. 

"Mmngh…unh…Nagito…!" Hinata whined, and Komaeda smiled, kissing his thighs and picking up the pace. Hinata's head leaned back, the noises turning from the simple sound of skin against skin to smacks of pleasure, Komaeda's hands holding his waist in place. He watched Komaeda's hair bob with the motion, his wings twitching and beating with each thrust. He looked absolutely beautiful, and Hinata could only imagine what he looked like, spread out for him like dinner.

God, he wanted Komaeda to eat him up. To put his mouth on every inch of him until there was nothing left. 

"N-Nagito…s-so hot , Nagito…!" Hinata babbled aimlessly, feeling like Komaeda was just getting deeper and deeper inside him.

Komaeda chuckled, and he leaned over him, his forehead pressed against Hinata's. "You're so good for me." He kissed his cheek, and Hinata's arms curled around him, holding him so, so tightly. 

Suddenly emotion washed over him, and Hinata felt like he could suffocate on the layers of love, guilt, lust and religion that filled his heart. Komaeda's breath and grunts of effort filled his mind as years of teachings tried to fight it off, but it was too little too late. Because Komaeda had picked up Hinata's thighs, coaxing him to loop his legs around his back. Somehow he began to thrust even deeper and faster, Hinata moaning ok obscenely into his shoulder.

"Ngh! Fuck, I-I- oh, I'm- ngh!" Hinata babbled, his eyes rolling back as a knot formed in his stomach.

"Cum for me, Hajime. Cum on my cock." Komaeda whispered through grunts, his hands pulling him in as deeply as possible. Hinata cried out, squeezing hard as he came. Komaeda thrusted through his orgasm, and Hinata was left feeling tremors down his legs and torso. He heaved in sensitive breaths.

"C-Can I…can I cum inside, Hajime..?" Komaeda panted.

Hinata flushed, "B-But, won't that-"

"You can't get pregnant from a demon, silly." Komaeda laughed, and Hinata blushed. 

"Fine, but…" He smiled. "You get up here. I want to try something else." 

Komaeda blinked and slid out, which was an absolutely orgasmic feeling on its own. Komaeda gently placed a knee on the table, before Hinata pulled him underneath, swinging a thigh over him. 

Komaeda was blushing pink below him, horns tangled with white hair. Hinata wondered if he had to untangle them in the morning, but he didn't care. Right now he was sinking down on top of Komaeda, gritting his teeth then sighing in pleasure.

"Mm…ah, Hajime, fuck…" It was Komaeda's turn to moan as Hinata rolled his hips on top of him, like he'd fantasized about as a teenager. He used to see other men and let his thoughts run wild, but then he'd pledged himself to God, only for him to spit in his face now. 

And it felt good.

Komaeda's eyes were watering as Hinata bounced up and down, flexing his thighs and kissing his face. "G-Good?"

"S-So…so good!" Komaeda choked out, his mouth opening and his hands digging into Hinata's thighs.

"Are you close?" Hinata whispered.

"Mhm!" Komaeda whined.

Hinata went faster, bouncing on his heels until Komaeda let out a cry.

He felt something warm and wet shoot up inside him, filling him to the brim until it leaked out down Komaeda's cock and out of his hole.

"Ah…hah…" Komaeda panted, a dazed look on his face.

"Heh…aren't you a sex demon? W-Why do you look so tired?"

"I'm not a sex demon, I'm a demon that has sex." Komaeda corrected.

"Ah." Hinata chuckled, sitting there with Komaeda still inside him. He didn't want to get up, he wanted to stay here until Komaeda was ready for another round. 

"...S-So, do you still…?"

"No, I don't." Hinata said. "Well…I can't say I don't. But I won't." 

Komaeda blinked, "Well…I hate to sound selfish, but don't do it for me, okay?"

Hinata smiled tenderly. "I understand why you might think that, but…" He reached down and held Komaeda's hand. "I've never had someone follow me for an entire week and tell me how good I was at things. I feel…different, somehow."

"You always get told not to do things, don't you?"

"Right."

"And no one ever tells you how good you are at doing other things?"

"...Right." Hinata whispered.

Komaeda smiled below him. "I'm here to tell you that you're amazing."

Hinata felt hot behind his eyes. He sniffled. "Thank you."

"Anything for my favorite human."

"Oh?" Hinata whispered, leaning down and kissing his cheek.

"I'll find a way back here. I'll make a contract with someone, and I'll visit you."

Hinata's smile faded. "...I forgot you have to leave."

"Not yet. Not for another couple hours."

"Then let's make them last, Nagito."

Komaeda kissed him, and Hinata didn't care about being damned.