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As a highly sought after priest and well-known demonologist and exorcist in the field, Jayce usually only takes cases that pique his interest. Were it anybody else who placed the case file on his desk, he would've disregarded the folder immediately, letting it gather dust in the corner of his office.
"It's from Caitlyn," Mel says as she drops the folder on Jayce's lap. Jayce takes a deep drag of his cigarette before throwing what little remains inside a stale cup of coffee. "She specifically requested for you."
Smoke billows out of Jayce's mouth as he exhales, tapping on the front of the folder in contemplation. "Did she now?" he murmurs.
Mel folds her arms and leans on the edge of the desk. "I believe you'll find this case intriguing. Caitlyn claims that one of the sisters under her watch is possessed by a demon," she says, observing Jayce's lack of reaction. "And it's not just anybody — it's Sister Viktor, the prophet."
"Who?" Jayce asks as he leans into his chair, bored out of his mind as he tries to jog his memory. "Ah, is this the fraud that does all that charity work and claims to hear the word of God?"
"The very same one."
Jayce finds himself smirking. "How ironic that someone like that would get possessed," he remarks as he takes the folder and waves it around. "Says a lot about them in the first place, don't you think? To be so susceptible to demonic forces. It must not be all sunshine and rainbows living with the guilt of being the herald of bullshit."
"You may be at odds with Sister Viktor's method of providing hope to people, but he has genuinely been of great help to the community," Mel explains with a critical look before she straightens out invisible wrinkles on her habit with one hand. "Someone like you should take a page out of his book instead of remaining cooped up here, choosing which case to take based on self-interest alone."
"You're not going to guilt me into taking this case if that's your angle here," Jayce concludes with a shrug as he tosses the file on his desk. He pulls out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from the pocket of his pants and starts smoking a new stick. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm busy."
Jayce waves Mel off and spins his chair away from her to stare at the wall and think of what he should do to amuse himself for the day. The Council can't really force him to do anything since they need him more than he needs them. However, Mel doesn't leave and pushes Jayce's chair to face her. It can be difficult to be Jayce's handler at times, but she didn't make it this far without knowing how to appeal to her charge's interests. She drops the folder on his lap again before leaning closer.
"Have you ever seen photos of Sister Viktor, Jayce?" she asks before tilting her head to the side in assessment. "I'd like to believe he's the kind of person who... turns heads, so to speak."
That certainly piques Jayce's interest.
"Well, why didn't you just open with that?" Jayce says with a smile. He flips the folder open and is greeted by a photograph of Sister Viktor's headshot. He looks uptight — shoulders tense and his lips in a flat line, yet his amber eyes look like they're on fire. The file comes with several other photos of the man in different charities and outreach programs spearheaded by the Convent of St. Janna of Zaun.
In every single photo, Viktor is always at the center of the people he helped. It's the only time he ever smiles.
"How recent are these photos?" Jayce inquires as he plucks Viktor's headshot photo and holds it against the light. His eyes look golden at that angle. Pretty.
"Caitlyn is always on top of updating her convent's files, so I'd say quite recent," Mel replies before raising a brow. "Why do you ask?"
Jayce has seen enough. He shuts the folder and takes another drag of his cigarette, exhaling the smoke up the ceiling as he continues holding onto the photo of Viktor. "I'll take the case," he says before staring at it again.
Jayce feels the corner of his lips tick up as he takes a lazy drag of his cigarette. He's only doing this because Sister Viktor looks really cute when he smiles.
Jayce arrives at the convent during breakfast, and Mother Superior Caitlyn is quick to give him the rundown of the situation. It must be a very serious matter if she's not even humoring him with a joke — but then again, Caitlyn has always been serious.
"Not even a good morning?" Jayce teases as Caitlyn immediately proceeds with taking him to where they've contained Viktor — some kind of isolated stone tower with a single humble room further northwest of the main building. Very medieval.
Caitlyn's ring full of keys jingles loudly in the narrow and steep staircase where Viktor presently resides.
"We've all been worried about Sister Viktor's constitution. He's always been quite sickly, as you've read from the file," Caitlyn explains, her voice steady as she climbs up the long, winding staircase. Considering Viktor was listed to have a disability on his right leg, did the nuns lift him all the way up here? Because Jayce can't imagine Viktor enjoying this flight of stairs on his own.
"He's been restless these days and has been caught sneaking out particular food items from the kitchen on more than one occasion," Caitlyn continues without looking back at Jayce. "Aside from that, he's been displaying more concerning behavior. A sister had reported accidentally catching him engaging in... inappropriate behavior at his own time."
"Is that so?" Jayce mumbles before suddenly bumping against Caitlyn. "Ow, what the f—"
Caitlyn turns to him, a look of fright in her eyes. "He's possessed by a demon, Jayce," she claims before wringing her hands together. "He's never acted this way before. Sister Viktor is the most devout out of all of us. He truly loves his work here and the community — so much that he chooses to remain with us despite transitioning as a man."
Jayce assesses Caitlyn carefully and considers her words. Viktor's become someone she's grown to care for deeply. There's no doubt this isn't an act.
"From what I've read on the file, this has been going on for quite some time now," Jayce says. "What made you decide to finally call for me?"
Caitlyn looks away, a small frown on her face before she resumes climbing up the staircase in slow but careful steps. "A week ago, Sister Viktor had... an episode," she recounts in a quiet voice. "As we began our evening prayer, he suddenly collapsed to the ground, his eyes rolling back as he began frothing at the mouth and speaking in tongues. He was— He looked like he was convulsing, his entire body was shuddering violently."
"If that's the case, shouldn't a doctor be the one seeing him right now?"
Caitlyn scoffs in offense. "Don't you think that's the first thing we would've done in that situation, Jayce? We're individuals of faith, yes, but we're not idiots."
Jayce can't help but break out into a smile.
"Sister Sky had formal training as a doctor before she joined us. When she performed a general physical assessment of Viktor to determine what the cause was, we found out that he was completely healthy, all things considered," Caitlyn narrates as they finally make it to the front of a simple wooden door at the end. She begins focusing on searching for the key amongst a ring full of them. "Sure, he felt a little feverish — nothing some cold compress couldn't help with. But how does someone just collapse and seize like that and turn out to be perfectly fine?"
"Hm, I could think of a reason why," Jayce mutters to himself.
"What was that?"
"Nothing, sprout," Jayce says quickly before letting out a sigh.
"Sister Viktor says he doesn't recall anything about it before displaying a... heightened state of emotion," Caitlyn phrases carefully as she narrows at the small labels she attached to each key. "Once he settled down, he requested to call a doctor from the city — preferably, a male who has just begun his practice."
Jayce raises a brow, intrigued. "Did he ever mention why he was specific about whoever was attending to him?" he asks.
Caitlyn shoots him a look over her shoulder, like the answer is obvious. "He's a trans man in a convent. Do you think those traditional old men at the medical society won't simply dismiss him because of their prejudice?"
God, Jayce needs a smoke. "And how can you guarantee that a fresh-faced doctor will be more open-minded?" he asks, leaning against the wall as he taps his shoe on the ground.
"They would be thoroughly reviewed by me beforehand," Caitlyn reassures as she finally finds the key to the door after searching for so long. She unlocks the door before turning to Jayce, straightening her spine and her habit before flipping back her veil with a quick exhale.
"What about his diet? Perhaps it's because of something he ate? Or otherwise?"
"Then, we would all be sick," she retorts easily. "We're not monsters. Just because he's far from us doesn't mean we deprive him of three full meals a day. Sister Powder even comes to visit to administer his testosterone herself in case... Well. I just wanted to exercise caution in such a volatile situation."
Jayce nods once as he unpeels himself from the wall, a hand on the doorknob as Caitlyn moves to the side.
"We care very much for Viktor and wish to see some improvement upon his constitution," Caitlyn confesses as she folds her arms, a look of sincere grief passing her features. "I don't understand why God would put Viktor of all people through this when he has done nothing but serve Him wholeheartedly."
Jayce should offer her words of comfort. However, his job has jaded him more than he thought. "The... possession. Did it happen before or after the transition?" he asks instead.
"After. Though, I don't see what that has to do with the case."
"Oh, trust me. It's very significant," he says before twisting the doorknob. "God just has a terrible sense of humor sometimes, sprout. It's often those truly good of heart that easily fall for selfish schemes."
Jayce enters the room and shuts the door behind him.
Sister Viktor is sitting on his humble and neat single bed, wearing his habit and veil while his hands are clasped together in prayer. His simple wooden cane with a handle is leaning against the wall by the head of the bed, his eyes softly shut as he mumbles to himself.
"Doctor," Viktor's soft but accented and masculine voice calls. "I fear I might be coming down with something..." he confesses. "Through the Lord's divine will, He has led you to assist me with—"
When Viktor opens his eyes and sees a bearded man in a cassock, his cheeks fill with red before his shoulders slump forward, visibly deflating. "I told them to call a doctor, not a priest," he huffs before pinching the bridge of his nose. "Please leave, Father. I believe you will be of no assistance to me."
"Mother Superior and the sisters are concerned that you have been possessed," Jayce says as he considers Viktor's sudden mood shift.
"I'm simply coming down with something. It's nothing a priest can help with," he explains amicably, refusing eye contact with Jayce as his face continues to heat up.
Jayce comes closer and gestures to the small space beside Viktor. "May I?"
Viktor scoots to the side to accommodate the priest, his thighs pressed together tightly as he twiddles with his thumbs. Jayce finds himself fascinated by how guilt looks on the nun. At this angle, Jayce can see the masculine cut of his jawline, the hollowness of his cheeks, and the slope of his nose. The only source of light is through a singular window with iron security bars and the dying fire from the hearth.
Viktor's brows knit together as he glances down at his lap. "I apologize for wasting your time, Father Talis. The truth is that I'm, eh... not actually possessed."
"Really?" Jayce moves closer as their shoulders brush. When searching for signs of a demonic possession, there is usually a scent on the host's body — something sulfuric, to start. However, Viktor only smells like powder, sweetmilk, and something floral.
Moreover, he hasn't jumped at the chance to lure Jayce into some sob story to stir his emotions and tilt his judgement. In fact, Viktor's first instinct is to apologize for inconveniencing him. He seems to shy away from physical contact too, his face more alike with a tomato than anything.
Yet, Jayce hasn't introduced himself — so how does Viktor know what name to call?
How utterly fascinating. This might be an intelligent but highly elusive devil residing in the nun, or...
"This has been a huge misunderstanding, Father. My affliction is of the physical kind," Viktor explains. "The matter lies not with my faith or the existence of some evil apparition taking residence in my body."
Jayce stares at Viktor for a few beats, assessing him carefully. "How can you be so certain?" he asks.
"I just do, Father," Viktor replies as he clenches his fists. "I'm sure you've heard of me and my gift—"
"I have not."
"Oh." Viktor's pretty flush travels all the way down his neck, under his collar. He finally turns to Jayce, a mortified look on his face. "My sincerest apologies for assuming, Father—"
Jayce chuckles as he scoots a little closer into the nun's space, until their thighs are pressed closely together. "I'm just kidding. I just wanted to see you embarrassed," he reassures.
It's tragic that someone with such devastating features has to remain hidden in the tower until whatever demon has taken hold of him is banished. Still, the Lord did not bestow the world with such beauty, only for it to remain hidden in such a cold and isolated place.
Viktor looks back at Jayce, his features contorting to one of offense instead. He lets out a small frustrated huff as he sits up a little straighter, his shoulders tense. "Father Talis, please. This may be a laughing matter to you, but it could mean life or death for me," he chides in a tight voice.
"I sincerely apologize, Sister Viktor. Is there any way I can make it up to you?" Jayce asks, his voice suddenly laced with softness — as if he's coaxing a frightened lamb out of hiding. "It can be anything. After all, I can imagine your situation has been anything but easy..."
Jayce casually places a comforting hand on Viktor's knee. The contact immediately has the nun stiffening after letting out a sharp gasp of surprise. Viktor can't seem to help but notice the evident gap in the size of his thigh in proportion to Jayce's hand, causing his lower lip to quiver.
"Father Talis, do you believe in the Will of God?" Viktor blurts out suddenly, a troubled look on his face.
"Of course. If it's what God has planned, it will be done — one way or another, whatever that may be," he answers as his hand slowly moves higher up Viktor's thigh. He knows he's taking immense liberties right now — ones he can't chalk off to an accidental brush or a well-meaning gesture like he usually does — but he simply can't help himself. "But if you ask me, such a thing relies on man's choice. If we don't act according to what He wants, it's not going to end the world."
Viktor seems to contemplate this information before he places both of his hands on top of Jayce's, ultimately stopping him from taking things further.
"You are an unorthodox priest," Viktor concludes, his golden eyes searching Jayce's face.
"And you are an unorthodox nun."
Viktor blinks and tilts his head to the side before a smile tugs at the corners of his lips. The sight has Jayce's heart beating faster than unusual.
"Then... I wish to confide in you my present reality..." Viktor begins as he takes Jayce's hand in between his. "It's true, Father. I am possessed. Whatever resides in me plagues me with sensations unlike anything I've ever experienced before." Viktor places his palm against Jayce — the difference is striking, causing his breath to hitch as he squeezes his thighs together. "I've been having wicked thoughts in my dreams, haunting me even if I'm awake. My body feels like it's been set on fire, darkness taking over my mind and causing me to act in ways I've never done before."
Viktor entwines his fingers with Jayce's and glances up at him through his lashes with bright golden eyes. "I need your guidance as my body begins to stray from righteousness, Father. Please, lead me back to the light."
Viktor begins to weep and says the demon comes for him at night, and asks Jayce to come visit him then in order to expel it from his body.
"I've been alone and so lost on my own. Do you understand how I feel, Father?" Viktor asks, eyes wide and glassy with tears as he places Jayce's hand on the small swell of his chest. Viktor firmly presses Jayce's hand there to feel his racing heart.
Viktor isn't wearing anything underneath, and Jayce can feel the other man's nipple hardening under his fingers.
"The Lord gives his greatest challenges to his strongest soldiers," Jayce says as he rubs his thumb over the hardened bud, causing Viktor to stifle a sound behind a clenched fist.
"Oh, yes, Father..." Viktor agrees, seemingly out of breath. "Mm, perhaps He has given me to you to conquer."
All of Jayce's blood rushes south, especially when Viktor's fingers begin to play with the silver cross hanging around his neck. They begin to tiptoe lower, right over Jayce's crotch. "Sister Viktor..." he warns in a rough voice. Jayce's hand goes from Viktor's chest to his waist as he pulls the unsuspecting nun on his lap.
Before he can lean closer to capture Viktor's lips with his own, there's a knock on the door. The sound causes Viktor to practically leap up from Jayce's lap to a standing position like a startled cat. The sudden act causes the nun to hiss in pain as his bad leg begins to protest. He massages his upper thigh and turns away from the priest.
"Are you both alright in there?" Caitlyn asks from the other side of the door. "You've both gone awfully quiet."
Viktor clears his throat before looking at Jayce on his bed over his shoulder.
"I'm just wrapping up here, sprout. I'll be out in a bit," Jayce replies aloud before spreading his thighs open and sighing. He tries to think of every single unflattering thing in his life to help deflate his boner — because right now, his bulge is so prominent that he won't be able to hide it from anyone.
Certainly not from Viktor.
"See me tonight, Father Talis..." Viktor says as he grabs his cane and crosses the room to stand by the window. The light paints him beautifully, and Jayce can only imagine how striking he would be amongst a garden of flowers. Viktor turns to Jayce, all rosy cheeks. "Please help me."
Jayce can't turn away a poor lamb in need, can he?
When Jayce finally exits the room, Caitlyn locks the door behind them before hounding the priest for his assessment.
"You're right. He's possessed," Jayce tells her with an aggrieved sigh, causing him to pull out a cigarette from his pocket. The lighter follows soon after, lighting the tip as he takes a comforting drag, nicotine filling his system. It makes the descent more bearable and for the next words to come out of his mouth smoothly. "I need all of the nuns to pray for Sister Viktor in the church as I perform the exorcism tonight."
Caitlyn has a look of fear and worry etched on her face. "Is it that serious?"
Jayce contemplates before nodding once, exhaling smoke into the air. Caitlyn waves it away, her nose scrunching in distaste.
"Make sure that nobody's around the area as I conduct the exorcism. Everybody must stay in the church at all costs," he explains. "The demon inside Sister Viktor is persistent, highly elusive, and prone to attaching to the nearest available host."
Caitlyn gasps before doing the sign of the cross. "I shall ensure that everyone will be praying for Sister Viktor's wellbeing," she says before placing a hand on Jayce's shoulder, "and for the success of the exorcism."
Jayce doesn't doubt it for a second.
With preparations finally in order, Jayce visits Viktor late at night carrying the only key to the room, a bucket full of ice, and his briefcase.
Viktor greets him in bed praying. He's so focused on the endeavor that he fails to notice Jayce placing the items on the ground and sitting by him. The nun only returns to reality when Jayce touches his shoulder.
Viktor's glassy eyes flutter open as he turns to Jayce with parted lips. "Father, you've come..." he says.
"Not yet. Lie down for me."
Viktor obediently follows, refusing to break eye contact as he does so. "This is my first possession, Father," he whispers, placing both hands over his stomach. The only source of light in the room is the fire from the hearth, painting Viktor in light and shadows. "I don't know what to do."
"That's what you have me for." Jayce reassures, watching Viktor squirm. He takes great pleasure from it, knowing he's the one doing this to the other men. "Don't you trust me to lead you back to the righteous path?"
Viktor nods. “I feel the devil's presence inside me now.” He grabs Jayce's hand and sneaks it under his habit. "My body feels so hot. Come, feel..."
Jayce can feel the heat of Viktor's skin as he slides up his thigh. He's burning up, and Jayce knows exactly what he has to do.
"Take your clothes off for me."
Viktor hesitates at first as he sits up and stands up from the bed. However, when Jayce flashes him a simple smile, Viktor begins the process of taking off his veil. There's a certain delight in watching Viktor strip, unveiling each patch of unmarked pale skin. His clothes fall to the floor with a shuffle, his soft and short brown hair sticking up whichever way.
Perfection.
Jayce finds his cock filling with blood. A smoke would be really good right now, his fingers itching to reach into his pocket to pull out a stick. Jayce doesn't normally do this with first-timers, after all. However, the urge dies when Viktor stands before him, unable to even look as he bares himself before the priest.
"A-Are you just going to stare at me all night, Father?" Viktor asks meekly as Jayce scrubs the lower half of his bearded face with one hand. Jayce is glad for the dim lighting because it conceals the way his cheeks have — embarrassingly — caught on fire.
Jayce clears his throat before looking away, patting the space beside him. "Of course not," he mumbles before Viktor sits beside him. He decides to change the topic instead. "I've been meaning to ask, sister, but how do you know my name? I don't believe I've ever introduced myself."
Viktor stiffens immediately and remains silent for several beats.
"I often fear that I'm afflicted with the demon's foresight these days, Father. Has the Lord forsaken me?" Viktor asks in response as he places a trembling hand on Jayce's thigh, his thick brows knit together. "I've been plagued by visions at night of a man of the cloth. He sets my soul ablaze and sates my body's thirst."
"Then, this meeting must be God's will."
"So you said this morning," Viktor says, his eyes amber under the firelight searching Jayce's features for some answer. "Do not take me for a fool, Father Talis. God does not play a hand in the matters of greed. Not like this."
"So, you wish to overindulge?"
"It is what my body demands. I've been losing focus on my duties because all I can think of is a certain man... indulging on my body," Viktor reveals as he finally finds his place back on Jayce's lap, mindful of his bad leg. The space between his thighs is already glistening with slick. "Instead of whispering the Lord's name, it is your name I gasp in between my bedsheets as I reach my climax."
Jayce can't take it anymore.
"Fuck," he curses under his breath as he pulls Viktor in for a rough kiss. The difference in skill is evident — Viktor reciprocates the heat to the best of his abilities, but there's no hiding the unfamiliarity in the way his red cheeks puff up as he holds his breath. Jayce doesn't like indulging with first-timers because of a higher risk of getting in trouble.
He's pretty sure Mel would be very pissed if they got another harassment report because Jayce couldn't keep it in his pants.
For Viktor, however? There's something about him that makes Jayce want to throw precaution to the wind.
Viktor's trembling body is hot to touch, and Jayce fears the nun might truly be running a fever. He takes a cube from the bucket and rubs it on Viktor's lips until they're pink.
Curious, Jayce slides down the cube of ice, leaving a wet trail behind. He draws invisible lines on Viktor's clavicle before he circles an erect nipple. Viktor flinches, his breath hitching as his sharp moans fill the silence between them.
Viktor's hands make their way on Jayce's shoulders as he steadies himself. "Father—" he gasps. The way he begins rocking his wetness against Jayce's erect crotch is obscene. He wishes to be a lesser man. If he was, he'd be laying Viktor down now and glutting on his eager body.
But then it would be over quickly, and Jayce knows best that dragging out these things yield the most rewards. Plus, he doesn't wish this encounter with Viktor to end just yet — he hasn't felt like this in a very long time.
"Tell me about yourself," Jayce finds himself saying out loud as he slides the ice cube over Viktor's other nipple, causing him to shudder.
"Wh-Why?" Viktor asks weakly, his eyes glassy and hazy with lust.
"I'm curious about you. It's not everyday I meet a self-proclaimed prophet possessed by a demon."
Viktor exhales through his nostrils, the high points of his cheekbones coloring with red. "What do you wish to know?" he asks.
Jayce picks up another cube from the bucket after the last one melted. He rubs its against Viktor's nipple until it's numb.
"I find it unusual that the convent has allowed you to stay considering you're male," Jayce brings up, not letting up on his torture with Viktor's left nipple in particular. "Wouldn't you prefer to pursue a path in priesthood instead?"
Viktor takes a while to answer the question as Jayce slides the ice down to his navel. He bites his lower lip as he watches Jayce's hand dip lower. However, the ice melts before it reaches the destination Viktor hopes it arrives in. Jayce picks up another ice cube and waits for Viktor to speak. "Well?"
Viktor lets out a short sigh before his tongue darts out to wet his lips.
"God... God doesn't discriminate th-those who choose to serve Him," Viktor responds as Jayce places the ice cube on his wet skin, sliding lower at an indulgent pace. "Ah-I've oh-already found a c-community here... And I'm hah-happy serving the Lord as I am-mnn..."
"I see..." Jayce murmurs before leaning forward to kiss the space in between Viktor's ribcage. The ice cube finally makes its way over Viktor's little cock, and he flinches hard on Jayce's lap. He has to wrap his hand around Viktor's small waist to keep him steady.
"The convent has been— ah!"
Viktor lets out a loud moan when Jayce begins rubbing the remaining ice cube over his folds. When the ice melts, Jayce's finds himself spreading the lips of his tight, soaking wet pussy. Viktor unconsciously begins grinding against Jayce's fingers, begging for more.
Jayce begrudgingly pulls away before he takes another cube of ice. This time, he lays Viktor down on the bed first, mindful of his leg, before ordering Viktor to open his mouth.
Viktor obeys and sticks out his tongue before his eyes flutter shut. Jayce imprints the sight at the back of his eyelids, pretending that it's his cock Viktor is receiving in his mouth instead.
Viktor would struggle at first, but he'd take it so beautifully.
"No matter what happens, keep that in your mouth," Jayce orders as Viktor blinks up at him. "The ice cube is holy water, sister. This is still an exorcism, after all."
Viktor lets out a sound of amusement, which turns into a muffled yell when a hot pair of lips wrap around his numb nipple. He thrashes at first before Jayce fully straddles him, pinning his limbs down with a pair of big and rough hands.
Viktor finds himself melting along with the ice numbing his tongue.
Jayce's mouth makes each sensation feel much sharper, like lightning under Viktor's veins. Those lips lay worship against each wet trail on the map of Viktor's mole-dotted skin. Each press of lips against the marks feels soft and tender, familiar — like a lover.
Jayce can feel how hard Viktor's heart is slamming against his ribcage, and he licks the spot with his tongue, glancing up at the other man as he stares back with blown pupils. Jayce can't help but feel a little proud to see Viktor so undone.
By the time Jayce reaches the space between Viktor's thighs, the ice has already melted inside the nun's mouth.
"As I-I was... saying..." Viktor gulps before panting, both hands gripping the bedsheets when Jayce nips at the inside of his thigh. "The convent h-has been — hah — nothing but supportive o-of my ch-choice, and I shall... I shall spend the rest of my life — hmp — thankful for it."
Jayce simply hums in acknowledgement before taking another ice cube from the bucket. His fingertips are starting to get numb, and he's getting a feeling Viktor's starting to get chilly too from how much he's shuddering.
Jayce places Viktor's good leg over his shoulder before dipping down to face the other man's cunt. The last piece of ice, he decides to rub over Viktor's labia. The sight of Viktor trying to squeeze his legs shut as slick pours out of his hole is a maddening sight. Jayce's mouth begins to water, envious of the ice that gets to touch the other man's most sensitive place.
When Jayce glances up at Viktor, the nun is all red in the face. He's staring a hole at Jayce's head, watching every single thing he's doing. Jayce flashes Viktor a smile before he pushes the cube inside his hot and tight entrance.
Viktor's reaction is immediate: he suddenly stiffens before shudders wrack his body. Slick begins gushing out of him and into the bed. The ice melts inside him, and he lets out a groan of pleasure that has his eyes rolling back.
Jayce can't believe Viktor just came from having something inside him. His cock twitches — it's taking a severe amount of self-restraint not to just pull himself out of the confines of his pants.
However, Jayce can no longer hold back and pretend he doesn't want to know how Viktor tastes. He dips his head and begins to lick a stripe up Viktor's quivering cunt as a warning before his lips seal against his hole, lapping up the slick pouring out.
Viktor's hand flies to the back of Jayce's head as his moans begin to pitch higher. "Hah! Father Talis!" he exclaims as oversensitivity pushes him further into another climax.
Jayce takes his time savoring the taste of Viktor — musky, somehow sweet, and very addicting — as he sucks his little cock. Before Jayce knows it, Viktor comes again with a whine, his thighs and the sheets below soaked with slick.
When Jayce finally unlatches from Viktor's pussy, his beard is shiny with slick. He licks his lips and wipes away the rest with the back of his hand.
Viktor looks like he's fading from consciousness at first. However, that changes when Jayce begins taking off his clothes. Viktor watches with rapt attention, lips parted around a silent gasp, as his eyes take in the sight of Jayce's unbelievable physique. It made him wonder if Jayce physically wrangled the demons he exorcised for a living instead.
Slick begins to gush out of him once again, greedy for something more — especially when Jayce pulls down his pants and his thick and throbbing length stands to attention.
"Father Talis..." Viktor trails off, fingers reaching forward to skim through the puckered cuts and scars littering Jayce's body. The touch is feather-light and exploratory, especially as they slide down Jayce's navel and the length of his cock. Jayce feel it jump to attention at Viktor's touch, and the nun finds himself smiling just a little.
"Call me by my name," Jayce says as he takes Viktor's hand and kisses his fingertips. "I'm just a man before you, stripped of my cloth."
Viktor takes Jayce's hand and pulls him closer until the man's lips are hovering his own.
"Jayce," he whispers — a secret.
"Viktor." The name is said with certainty before Jayce captures Viktor's mouth with his own.
For the longest time, Jayce has felt the absence of God ever since he began studying demonology. Every successful exorcism weighed heavily on his faith — how could God allow such horrid things to happen to his creations? Most were just children, some teenagers. Some, Jayce couldn't save and had to watch perish.
It had troubled him greatly that he had broken his vow of chastity and began indulging in worldly matters. Still, God remained absent as He let one of his formerly devout followers fall into the hands of corruption as he raised his ranks in the church. He received no sign when he begged God for an answer as to why his career had only elevated while participating in evil acts. He had been forsaken, and Jayce could only see the worst of God's creations as he lived in the darkness of his faith.
Jayce had forgotten what worship was, but Viktor's lips felt like the first time he discovered religion as a boy: the euphoria, his soul singing in exaltation. It's every prayer answered, each call finally returned.
Jayce hungers for Viktor's lips, savors him slowly. Even as Viktor gives him permission to slide inside, Jayce is uncharacteristically careful. Viktor's eyes are dark and beautiful, even as tears stream down his face.
With much patience, Jayce finally makes it all the way inside Viktor. They stay like that for a while, Viktor digging lines down Jayce's back with his blunt fingernails. He's all kinds of warm, wet, and tight. He even bleeds a little when Jayce breaches him initially.
If Viktor's lips are religion, sex with him is heaven — because being inside Viktor makes Jayce feel the closest to God than he's ever been his entire life.
Jayce can't help but rock his hips at an indulgent pace, listening to Viktor's soft sighs and moans in his ear. Viktor holds him tight, good leg wrapped around Jayce's waist, arms circled around his neck. Viktor presses soft and gentle kisses on Jayce's ear and the side of his face.
Jayce has never felt like this before.
When he finally reaches his climax, he pulls out and decides to release in between Viktor's thighs instead. Meanwhile, Viktor has a look of confusion and mild offense on his face.
"Why did you do that?" he asks, his brows furrowing just a little. Jayce could lean in and kiss the crease in between his brows to smoothen it out, but he restrains himself from doing so. Hours ago, he didn't even like Viktor — they barely knew each other.
But why didn't it feel like that? Why did it feel like Jayce knew Viktor deeply in another life?
"What do you mean?" Jayce asks as he begins pulling up his pants.
"Pull out."
"Oh, that." Jayce looks away as he zips up his pants and stands up from the bed. This was just an uncanny one night stand — he shouldn't get Viktor's hopes up. It hits him again why he doesn't sleep with virgins in the first place. "It's, uh, to make sure no accidents happen."
Viktor narrows his eyes at him. "Is that what you tell others you've had similar encounters with?" he asks as he carefully sits up. When he tilts his head, his soft tufts of brown hair catch the light.
Otherworldly.
"No," Jayce wishes to say. "You're the only one I've ever fucked without a condom. You're the only one I've ever made love with."
Instead, Jayce pretends to brush it off, muttering an affirmation as he pretends to busy himself with pulling up his pants and zipping it shut. Meanwhile, Viktor's still on the single bed, naked as the day he was born.
"Stay," Viktor commands. It gives Jayce pause as he locks eyes with the nun.
"Why would I do that?"
Viktor doesn't even blink when he says, "I'll tell Mother Superior that you had sex with me and called it an exorcism."
"Okay, then I'll tell Cait you were never really possessed," Jayce fires back with a raised brow. "You're just horny because of your shots."
Viktor is taken aback and can't help but let out a laugh that feels utterly human — the feeling is akin to watching grey clouds part as light begins to color the earth. "I didn't think I would get caught," he comments as he stifles his laugh behind his hand.
Jayce wants to pull his hand away and tell him not to hide.
Jayce deflects and begins commending Viktor for being cunning enough to pretend a health crisis to call a young male doctor and take advantage of the convent's kindness. Who knows what Viktor had in mind when he made such a decision? It's fortunate that it's Jayce who arrives instead.
Must be divine will after all.
"I suppose I've found a reason to stay, now that I know you're deceiving the convent," Jayce says as he takes his briefcase, only to pull out a clean cloth to wipe away the mess he made in between Viktor's legs. Viktor simply watches him intently as he does so. "You need someone to reform your wicked thoughts, Sister Viktor. It's evident to me now that you've strayed from the righteous path."
The nun raises a brow, clearly amused. “You truly believe I am a false prophet?” he asks.
“I know you are.”
“Then, I aim to prove otherwise during your stay here.”
Jayce pulls a cigarette out of his pocket, placing it in between his lips, before reaching for his lighter. However, Viktor takes the cigarette before he can light it and tosses it straight into the fireplace. A cheeky smile tugs the corners of Viktor's lips. Jayce pretends his heart didn't just skip a couple of beats, like seeing the sun didn't just blind him and set his cold soul on fire.
"Thank you for your help, Father Talis. I look forward to seeing you around our humble convent," Viktor says as he takes Jayce's hand into a handshake with a chuckle. Jayce didn't even realize that the first rays of morning light were beginning to seep through the window. "God was right to entrust me to you. You are his strongest soldier."