@priestvictor made me post it. Yes i wrote it, beware it’s angsty
The church was calm, clean, immaculate and silent. Precisely too silent. It was unkind, and unfair. Silence should be relaxing, but all it did to Victor was punish him for banishing the sin from his church. Why? Why did it hurt so much? He was free from the incubus but guilt chained him.
Soon silence became memories, and the same scene that haunted him played again, words full of sinful wrath that only terrorized innocent lust.
The shouts echoed in his head, sending chills through his spine.
“YOU’RE NOT WELCOME IN GOD’S HOUSE”
His whole body was still shook, how could he? What did he do?
“Victor I’m sorry I”
He was just playing like always… Tempting, seducing Yuuri. He was just being himself and..
“If you don’t disappear I assure you that you’ll never be able to get in this world ever again!”
He threatened him to hurt him, instead of forgiving him. Tempted by lust he ended up falling in wrath.
And Yuuri didn’t came back.
The priest fell on his knees, hiding him the altar while liquid remorse started pouring from his eyes, never in his life he wanted to be forgiven this badly.
“One month.” He counted “It’s been one month”
He started to fear, did Yuuri eat? How was he? And most importantly where was he?
Demons aren’t supposed to love or to even care, maybe he did move on, maybe Yuuri already forgot him.
In just one month though Victor became a living, crying mess, managing to stay composed only during the Mass.
He couldn’t take it anymore, it was too much for a human being to bear, it was so much for HIM to bear, he didn’t care anymore, he needed Yuuri more than he cared to admit.
Running in simple clothing during the night he shouted the name of his lost lover, fear and guilt shaped his cries; he wasn’t a priest no more, he was just a human being, he was just Victor. And he searched, but with no avail, so he walked home, but he didn’t give up upon finding his beloved curse.
But a sudden uproar awakened him from his thoughts, making him turn, frightened.
And then he found him.
The demon fell trying to escape, his trembling almost naked body was too weak to make him stand, so he started to crawl.
“I wasn’t in your house I swear, I’m sorry, please don’t hurt me, I just came back because I missed you, I’m sorry please.. I’m sorry I’ll never do that again, I’ll vanish like you said, please”
“Did you eat?”
“Did you eat, Yuuri? Please answer”
“N-No. I’ll die soon, so don’t worry about seeing me again” he sadly smiled.
Victor felt a sword made of emotions impaling him, a storm eating him whole.
He tried running to him, but his legs felt weak and he fell on his knees, but it was enough though have Yuuri near.
“I’m sorry” he repeated, moving backwards “I’m sorry, please don’t hurt me, please, I didn’t mean to make you angry” but the priest already took his wrist and pulled him close.
The confusion that the young demon felt only grew when Victor began to kiss him. Hard. On the forehead, on the nose, on the cheeks, on the lips. He didn’t stop, he couldn’t stop. He pulled him closer while the incubus regained energy, feeling the warmth of the priest’s body, the arm firmly placed on his hip, the other sheltering him with his coat.
He stopped to catch his breath, while tears started to fall, landing on the demon’s cheek.
“I’m sorry” he whispered “Please never leave. Never again”
Yuuri watched him shocked, lips parted, watching him in the eyes not even blinking.
And then tears just fell, and soon became sobs. The demon started clinging onto the priest shirt.
That night Victor learned that demons could love, and their affection was pure as angels’.