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Borrow a little lamb

Cw: blasphemy, religious kink, profanity, smut, all that good stuff. Freelancer is referred to with gender neutral terms and is overall portrayed as gender neutral.

Tag list: @prince-damien-of-darkness @jamieeeeee33333 @angel-shaw

The freelancer sat on the confession booth, letting a sigh out as they undid the first buttons of their priest coat.

They had, for lack of a better word, escaped the man that had been eyeing them the entire mass. The entire week. That man, with gorgeous pink hair and bright eyes that could make a person of God like them crumble to their knees... No! No, they must resist the impure thoughts, no matter how much that heat between their legs aches and how cloudy their mind is.

The sound of a door opening close to them scared them, making them almost jump.

"Hey, it's okay, it's just me." They heard his voice. Sultry. Seductive. Like the smoke from the incense that they lit up every mass had become sound, slithering into their mind and corrupting their path.

"Ah, Gavin." They tried composing themselves, wiping the sweat off their brow.

Truly, their repressed sexual urges were torturous for the incubus, but fuck, the flood that would occur if he got to open the gates of their desire? Was worth the borderline agony. "Got any sins you wish to confess to me?" He joked, sitting down on what normally would be the priest's seat. "How long has it been since your last confession, Freelancer?"

The freelancer shot him a glare, even though he couldn't see them, or at least that's what they thought, as they sat down. He really shouldn't be impersonating a priest... but then again, they shouldn't even have these sinful thoughts at all.

"It's been a week since my last confession." They sighed, mere slivers of humour coating their words, letting their head drop down.

Gavin was definitely taken aback, he didn't expect for them to actually start confessing, but he wouldn't stop them, of course he wouldn't, curiosity and hope had settled on his chest.

"I- I have been having impure thoughts..." They whispered, shame welling up in their voice.

"Oh, dear." he feigned surprise, as if he couldn't feel their desire radiating off of them every time he caught their eye. "Well, as long as you haven't acted upon them..."

"But that's the thing... I want to. Gosh, I want to so badly."

The active effort that they took to not take God's name in vain was adorable and weirdly attractive to him. "And what are these impure thoughts you speak of?"

"Oh, um..." They hesitated, looking around, even though the church was empty, and taking a deep breath. "They've been... lustful thoughts about a certain man..."

"A man of God?"

"No, no."

"A devil?" He smirked, waiting for the 'yes'.

A 'yes' that never arrived.

"I don't think so... if anyone's the devil, it'd be me. He's just... a man. An attentive, kind, thoughtful man... I shouldn't be having these thoughts about him at all. This.... this corruption is of my own making."

Gavin was... speechless, to say the least. The determined way in which they defended and lauded him, taking on all the accountability of their sweet descent from holiness... fuck.

A person like them could make a demon crumble to their knees.

"Tell me about the thoughts." He did the best he could for his voice not to tremble, but his breath hitched and caught in his throat. "What- what exactly, are these sinful thoughts?"

"I- I had a dream... he would run his hands up my thighs, my sides, the back of my neck. He'd kiss me so passionately, my mind was completely clouded. He'd explore my body, his hands so warm they felt like hellfire.... a fire that I would've liked to burn in as long as it was in his hands..."

Gavin could feel himself getting closer to opening the gates, for that repression to finally give in. Even though he was a demon, he could still feel his heart ramming inside his ribcage like a wild animal trying to claw it's way out.

"Mh- mhm?" He encouraged them to keep going, feeling himself strain against his leather pants.

They themselves weren't too far back, a little push and they'd rip their clothes off knowing that the object of all their desires and fantasies was right there, right beside them, ready for the taking. "And then he'd touch me, right between my legs. Drinking my moans and whines in his kiss, touching parts of me I haven't even touched myself, showing me pleasure I didn't think was possible."

"And what did you do once you woke up?" He inquired.

"I... I felt guilty. I was dripping. And I... I touched myself to the thought of him, moaning his name with my face buried on the pillow."

Gavin took a sharp breath, and truly, he should've moved faster because before he could get up and get into the little space beside him, he heard the Freelancer apologising over and over.

He opened the door, looking down at them and interrupting their incessant begging for forgiveness.

They looked up, surprised to see the man, but somehow, the sight only made them all the more desperate. He looked like a god. Looking down at them with the lights of the candles and the sunset reflecting from the stained glass windows creating a halo-like effect, their clouded mind was overcome with the desire of worshipping him, a desire much stronger that they even had for worshipping God.

"God has had enough worshippers." He claimed, his voice echoing through the empty church. "I think I deserve one of my own, I'm sure He wouldn't mind if I... borrowed one of His." Gavin offered his hand to the freelancer, who hesitated.

"If you do not wish to be borrowed, I won't force you. Anything that happens from now on is your choice." He remarked, even though he could feel the waves of desire and need.

They took his hand.

"I'm sure He wouldn't mind... He is a kind and giving God..."

The gates were open.

He pulled them up, grabbing the back of their neck and their waist just like they described, kissing them passionately and making them moan and whimper in his mouth, drinking it all in. Finally, finally, he got his hands on the precious, stunning diamond he'd spotted the first day he entered this wretched building.

He separated abruptly, a trail of saliva connecting their mouths. Freelancer's pupils were blown out, their eyes filled with lust.

"What? What is it?" They asked, even with their mind cloudy, they worried they might've offended the man somehow.

"Come." He ordered, pulling them with him towards the altar.

"Oh. That's..." their heartbeat raced, and he could feel just how much warmer their skin got. He felt his own heat up, the fact that this was turning them on even further, and he could just feel it made him go feral.

He pulled them in front of him, making them sit on top of the altar, almost empty except for the white fabric covering it and some white candles. "Let me take care of you." He whispered against their lips, kissing down their jaw and neck, suckling on their collarbone and coaxing out more of those adorable whimpers and whines as he undressed them, leaving the priest get-up forgotten on the floor. They didn't need it anymore. They never did. They wouldn't ever again. They were his now.

"Yes, please, God." He finally got down on his knees, right to where they needed him most, kissing their thighs and slowly working his way up. "My God." They whispered, slowly stroking his head.

He looked up, just as devoted and lustful.

"Call me that again." He ordered.

"My God. God, you're my God." They would've kept on going if he didn't immediately put his mouth on them, kissing at first yet, very soon, losing all patience, sucking and sometimes even biting where their thighs and crotch met. His tongue was everywhere on them. They had never felt any sensation like this before, and it was like once, and for all, they discovered what heaven felt like without ever dying.

"Ah- oh fuck, oh shit, oh God, please, please, please, please, Gavin, fuck" They whimpered and groaned, gripping his hair and grinding up into his mouth. "Fuck, I'm sorry, I can't help moving, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Gavin stopped, his eyes fixated on theirs. He made them feel so vulnerable, even in a position like this, they wanted to squirm and hide away. He saw them, in a way no other person ever saw them.

"Keep on apologising, Freelancer, and I'll make sure they know my name up in heaven." He moved his hand up, using their fluids mixed with his spit to wet his fingers and circling their hole. "The entirety of Dahlia will know who is your new God." He slowly inserted a finger inside their throbbing need, making them throw their head back and whine. "You look so pretty like that." He cooed and praised.

"Ah- ah, please, God, I can't take it, please, i need you." They spread their legs even further, enticing him.

He kissed their thigh. "Shh, I know, I know, I just need to prepare you first, my love." He kissed up and slowly inserted another finger, doing scissors-like movements inside and using his mouth to distract them from the slight sting.

Soon enough, they were grinding down on his fingers and borderline crying out. "Please! Please, Gavin, I'm ready, I promise. Just fill me up, please, I need you to take me right here on the altar."

"Mhm?" Gavin looked down at their hole, seemingly satisfied. "I think that's enough preparing, don't you?" He asked as if he didn't know their answer, as if he didn't feel the desperation oozing off of them like their liquids, soaking his hand and mouth.

He stood up straight, kissing the Freelancer and undoing his leather pants while exploring their mouth with his tongue. The sound of the belt being undone made them twitch.

"Huh... interesting, we should try to explore that later. But in this moment..." he pressed himself against their heat. "I need you just as bad as you need me."

He slowly entered their body, groaning at their tightness and warmth. He wrapped his arms around them as they arched their back, wrapped their legs and arms around him, pulling him closer and deeper.

"Fuck. Fuck, Freelancer, you're really putting my self restraint to the test." He chuckled-groaned, getting drunk on their sexual energy. But it was more than that. It was their voice. Their scent. Their expressions. It all... made him feel some kind of way he had no words for.

"Please, just throw that self-restraint out of the window, I want you, don't hold back, Gavin." They whispered/moaned in his ear, and like their wishes were his orders, any self-control left was thrown away as he buried himself to the hilt.

Freelancer threw their head back, letting out a gasp and gripping Gavin close like their life depended on it. It felt... awesome. Like nothing they've ever felt before. Worshipping God couldn't ever compare. Such action never gave them the euphoria they were experiencing in this moment. They believed they could touch heaven, and couldn't they? It was in their hands, right now, wrapping it's arms around them and whispering praise and reassurance in their ear.

"It's okay, my love, I got you, you're okay." He cooed and rubbed their back gently.

"Gavin, fuck, move. Please, please, just move." He separated, just a bit, just enough to press his forehead against theirs and look at them in the eyes. "Please... make love to me. Make me yours." They whispered.

The demon felt like something inside him broke. Maybe it was the little self-control he held on to keep himself from being too rough, but right now, that didn't matter. The gorgeous, capturing creature in front of him was desperate for him, and how could he deny them? It was what he was made for, after all.

He gently placed a hand on their chest, making them lay their back down on the table as he started moving. Their legs were still wrapped around him, but they were almost reassuring to him, like they just wanted to be closer, closer, and closer.

He fucked them like his life depended on it, and technically it did, but not exactly, giving that he was well-fed and this was supposed to be more of a fun side quest, but truly, he messed up. Messed up by falling for the Freelancer, falling for their smile, falling for their kind words and inviting energy, falling for their humour and ability to keep up with him, even as he teased them, they could match his banter effortlessly.

"Ah, Gavin, yes, keep going. Please, faster, harder, deeper, I need more, i need you." They moaned, one hand lifting up just enough to touch his stomach.

He smirked, an idea popping up in his head. "I got you." He lifted their legs up, pressing them against their chest and thrusting even faster. Like this, he could go deeper, hitting exactly that sweet spot that they needed.

Their eyes rolled back, feeling like they could see heaven, and it was nothing but pure, blissful white. Their hand fell and gripped the white cloth under them so hard they could tear it apart, but that didn't matter to them in that moment, all that mattered was the mind-numbing pleasure the man over them was providing.

"Ah, ah, fuck, Gavin, please, I'm gonna- I'm close, please." They looked up at him, their eyes watery and filled with lust.

He groaned, feeling them tighten down on him and making him see stars. This was what he was made for. And for the first time, he was happy to be made for this. For the first time... he didn’t wonder about the what if's, about how different it could be if he was made for anything else. For the first time, it was right. "Go ahead, do it. I want you- no, no, I need you to cum for me. Here..." He brought his hand down, using it to get them where he wanted to. He leaned down, his lips right to their ear as he whispered. "I want to taste your rapture."

They threw their head back, and with a barely audible, high-pitched moan, they climaxed. It could never compare to what they felt when masturbating with their head buried in their pillow. This was like death, not a cold, uncaring death, but the arms of death itself wrapping around their soul - their essence, what used to be - leaving room for rebirth. Leaving room for new, for better. Leaving room for freedom.

Gavin followed soon after, kissing them as he spilled inside, leaving all that he thought he was meant to be behind, all that he thought he could be. Losing himself in them and in this feeling, this flavour. A flavour he had never experienced before, exploding in his very being like the best dishes would in a human's mouth. Their pleasure mixing with his essence and becoming one, if for just a second.

They separated, panting and sweating. Gavin slowly pulled out, gaining a small whine. His seed spilt down, landing on the white cloth.

"Shh, it's okay, you're alright." He comforted, stroking their hair. They just let out some more sounds and mumbles as they wrapped their arms around him, sitting up and leaning against him.

"Please... please, hold me, " They whispered against his ear, and how could he ever refuse?

He couldn't.

He never could.

He'd give them whatever they wanted, whatever they asked for.

"I'm here, my love. I got you." He held them close, running his hands up and down their back.

They hid their face on the crook of his neck, whispering against his skin. "That was lovely."

He chuckled softly, kissing the top of their head. "You liked that? You liked falling from grace, little angel?" He smugly asked.

"I did, I liked... I liked falling for you." They leaned back, looking into his eyes. "I think I still am... falling for you, Gav."

He smiled, stroking their cheek. "So am I, love."

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