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SEEKING WHOM HE MAY DEVOUR ★ KEIGO TAKAMI

warnings: smut (minors and ageless blogs will be blocked), dark content, sacriligious content, blasphemous storytelling, catholic church, virgin!reader, incubus!keigo, non/dubcon, breeding, naive!reader, cunninlingus, female reader, sompnophilia (to be safe), corruption. there will only be two parts to this.

word count: 11k

MERCY FALL UPON THEE

God created all things beautiful.

Though no one ever seems to mention that he also created Lucifer. Though he creates beautiful things, It’s a testament that not everything beautiful is good. If it’s not good, it’s evil. However, what if those that were deemed evil seeked refuge? Is there really permanent change after repentance?

A soft whisper of wind whistled through a crowd of falling petals, brushing past a sturdy black suit. It was Keigo and his thoughts; with each step he took, his skin burned as he reached the doors of the church. He took some time to eye the building. Pure white all around except for oak wood roofing. It was a quaint little church with little to offer, but if it had a single member to fill a pew, maybe it could help him. With a rosary clung tight in his fist, the sides of the crucifix piercing into his skin. He wasn’t doing this for mere forgiveness from an old man who got off on listening to the sins of his congregation. The man was doing this to see if his soul could be cleansed and freed from the shackles of sin.

He knew with every angel brought down to Earth to complete a mission, there’s a demon surfacing to the crust to experience a similar fate. It was the age old system of good and bad. Both are needed. One has to suffer for the greater good.

In all of his twenty three years of life, he never once stepped foot into a place of worship. His spirit compelled him to stay away in fear of what he may find inside. Forgiveness was for people who committed sins. If he was the one born from sin and remained in sin, he thought that there was no way that mercy would be granted to his tainted being. Though he stepped inside of the empty sanctuary with a chill running down his spine.

His eyes grew at the marble altar he stepped towards. Decorated in religious statues, intricate paintings and stained glass windows, he could feel the power of the atmosphere attempting to force him to his knees. With heavy feet, he dragged along down the aisle in hopes to get just a little bit closer to the front of the decorated church— closer to God. The feeling that began to wash over him made his stomach turn. It was a foreign feeling and Keigo was no good when change was upon him. The beat of his heart began to quake and lose rhythm. While he wanted to run away, Keigo realized he was too far into the building to make an escape. His breath shallowed out, forcing him to suck in air through his nose. He couldn’t let God see that he was crumbling. He had to ask for forgiveness, cowering away was not an option. Not when he could be free.

As he drew near the altar, he found a seat in the front row. The man dropped to the wooden bench, blond locks mopping over his forehead as his head hung low. The sharp, long breath he took once he found a seat was a granted charity. Of course it was. Quaking, full hands clasped together with gilded eyes shut tight as he leaned over. Keigo’s hot pink, heart shaped lips were pursed together tightly.

“Please– listen to me.” His plea was choked out.

An anxious foot tapped along the spruce wood flooring. Allowing himself to catch his breath, the man before God kept silent. Maybe God could hear his thoughts. Though, the more he tried to think of a proper prayer of liberation, the less he was able to actually come up with the words to say. It was frustrating to say the least. His nose and protruding upper lip pressed into the thumbs of his hands to force himself to come up with the words. He pulsed his hands into his face, trying to get himself out of the sudden slump. Keigo tried. He really did. In fact, he tried so hard to come up with anything that he didn’t even notice a second body entering the room.

He also failed to notice the hand that was reaching out towards him until it finally landed on his shoulder. Wheaty locks of honey and platinum flipped away from his face to expose piercing amber eyes that chased the culprit who laid a finger on him.

You.

He spotted you in powder blue. Your smile was as pure as the energy that radiated off of you. “Praying waiting for the priest? He’s usually gone by now.”

Such a gentle aura bounced off you. You were surely born in sin but there was nothing sinful about you. Little did you know, you were surely a lamb. Though you were no angel, he knew they blesssed you. He could feel the purity in your heart and felt Mary in your heart. You had the power to infiltrate his thoughts. He fantasized about you; he saw himself fall to his knees, with his cheek pressed to your womb, fingers digging into your hips all while asking the Father for forgiveness just by looking at you. His eyes flickered along each part of your face as he lulled himself back into reality. He knew begging wouldn’t get him closer to God. Keigo took a moment to drown in your gentle smile, a corruptive wave taking over him. “No… I just needed a place to pray.”

“You chose this place?”

“Yeah?” Should he not have? He thought it was insulting, thinking that you were questioning his judgement. He believed you thought he made the wrong decision about coming here. Making the wrong decision about trying to seek holiness.

“I’d say you were called to come here.”

“Yeah, I guess so.” Sighing out a chuckle, he shoved his hands between his thighs to let them dangle over the edge of his seat, jutting his hips forward to sheepishly laze on the pew bench. Being wrong was better than right in that instance. His eyes fell from yours and dropped to the ground. His back ground into the wood of the bench, lolling his head into his chest. His smile faded fast, realizing the temptation right in front of him.

Watching him, you took pity on his weak position. He looked absolutely distressed. The bags under his eyes and wild look of his hair in contrast to such a cleanly get up made you admire his efforts. He was so beautiful. His features were sharp all across the board except the apples of his doughy cheeks. While you had him, you felt the need to make use of the time you had with this stranger. Immediately you noticed how less of an outcast you were in the church you were a member of. No small talk with the intent to leave you to your own devices. You saw that he didn’t even take the chance to be excused of your presence. Maybe it was selfish to believe that he stayed around for you. You were never much of a talker, but you believed connection didn’t need verbal communication. Relationships based off of this logic were one in a million for you. Maybe he was the one in a million. “Could I ask what you’re praying for?” Your stocky, modest heels shuffled you closer to the distressed man, taking a seat beside him.

It was sweet. If you were an ordinary whore he wouldn’t have thought twice about it and left you. However, when your knee brushed against his thigh, his eyes blew wide with a whole new sensation brewing in him. Keigo took only a few seconds before he answered, “I want forgiveness.” Tilting his head up, the golden locks that framed his face were swept away from his eyes. You could spot the glisten in his honey toned eyes, watching them drink your presence. “I want forgiveness— rebirth. I don’t think I can get it though.”

You took pity on his stance, “anyone is capable of forgiveness and a second chance to be close to God. He loves his children all the same.”

“What does he do to people who aren’t his children?” He quizzed. There was nothing you could say at that point. It was a question you wanted to know the answer to as well. “Feeling like you aren’t is insufferable I’ll tell you that.”

There was only silence out of you. He could pick up on the sweet perfume that lingered on your bosom as you leaned in closer.

“Would you like me to pray with you?” It was a simple question you posed him; placing a hand on his warm knee. “You’re worth much more than you believe and I don’t think I would be alright leaving here knowing you think otherwise.”

“You’re such a good girl,” you heard him whisper. His compliment sent shivers down your spine. His eyes flicker in your general direction, he wouldn’t dare look into your eyes as he asks for something so vulnerable. “Pray for me. Just this once,” he begged, “and then I will be able to pray for myself. Please.” It was such an odd request to hear himself come up with. His face twisted in frustration and uneasiness.

One thing about the good of the Earth: you never had to beg to experience it. Only after suffering will there come the light of mercy to wash your feet of the dirt from your treacherous travel to your present moment. No matter if it’s laid out for you on the Last Supper’s platter or you have dressed your eyes in mud to see clearly, there’s blessings at every turn. Hearing you say yes was the first taste of mercy Keigo ever received in a long time and he could have sworn he felt it on his tongue.

There was a chill that ran throughout his entire being as he felt your hands wrap around his. As if to startle you out of this gentle facade, he sat up, yanking your hands into his chest a little. “What if I don’t feel it?”

Your prayer was paused for a brief moment, lips twisted into a grin. “Be still and know. It’s not my favorite thing to hear, but it’s one of the most helpful things I heard. If your feelings are genuine, God will hear you.”

Relaxing, his hands loosened in yours, “alright.” His body turned to face you. Sharp eyes were hidden from view as he shut his eyes in hopes to find faith. You could feel your hands raise only after you shut your eyes, feeling the warm breath from his nose dance along your knuckles.

As you prayed for him, you whispered faintly. You prayed for him to find refuge; to build a better relationship with God and prayed for him to gain a pure heart. The discontent comment of lust didn’t slip past you, so you prayed for that too. One thing you would say? Is that you’re used to praying for yourself. Praying for someone else was a foreign concept, but if he was in need you knew you had to pray with the same passion as you did for yourself.

He tried to feel it. Keigo tried to feel the relief that he assumed most people under a religion felt. Nothing. He didn’t feel relieved. There was no sense of heavenly protection over him. Forgiveness felt so far away. It was frustrating to say the least. Especially for a life he didn’t ask for. While you prayed, he in turn thought about how unfair it was. What if he was an angel? Everyone had their missions and positions, but to be damned from the start was cruel. Not even a fair chance was sent his way. He had to seek beauty in a life that was carved in darkness and sin. If that’s the life he had to deal with? He’ll take from the prettiest of angels and drown in her fountain in an attempt to taste salvation.

And he was going to start with you.

A hushed amen left your lips as you decided to finish your heavenly plea for him. It shook you to your core to see him already staring at you. There was an edginess in his gaze that turned your stomach and filled it with butterflies.

“Thank you for praying for me…” his tone darkened, letting your hands go before flashing you a gentle smile. “You have such a beautiful soul. Don’t let anyone take the light out of it,” he advised.

Watching him stand to his feet made you blink in awe. He was beautiful in every sense of the word. His beauty wasn’t divine at all. He graced the allure of something wicked. His eyes were meant to enslave you and his smile provoked prurient thoughts. It lodged a lump in your throat filled with a feeling you didn’t try to acknowledge before. You were sure that anyone who caught a glimpse of him would want to run to a confessional and be forgiven of their sins. “I won’t.”

“I didn’t catch your name, angel.”

Muttering out a drawn out pronunciation, you noticed his genuine laugh. “I’m Keigo.”

Keigo.

“Hopefully I will see you again. Maybe in an actual service.”

“If you keep coming here, I’m sure we will see each other again.” Deep inside, you wished to see him more. You could try to break out of your typical introvertedness and actually sit in bible studies or Sunday services like you were leading on. You tried once before, but it was suffocating. For the time being you trusted only the confessional and the altar. Keigo’s presence was comforting. He lingered like a warm memory. One that you didn’t want to stop thinking about. Call it gluttony, but there’s nothing wrong with putting all of your eggs in one basket. It only served you wrong a few times.

The man above you nodded, grinning. “I will see you then. I hope you save me a seat. If I’m late?” He shrugged, tilting his head to the side. “Don’t crucify me.” Winking, he scooped his fingers under your palm, popping it up so he could grip it. Gently lifting it to just licked lips, he pressed a soft, damp kiss to your knuckles before making his way out of the church.

The sudden shift in his demeanor struck you in your core. There wasn’t manipulation in his aura— he still appeared drug through the gravel. However, he carried an apparent confidence he didn’t have before.

IN YOUR DREAMS

Sleep was an escape for you. It was a time to get the rest you needed while taking a break from the responsibilities of the real world. Though after the day you had earlier, Keigo left an impenetrable impression on your mind. The moment he left, his presence weighed heavy no matter where you went or what you did. Your ability to pray for yourself and loved ones was so impaired you simply chose to sit with God for a few moments before heading back home. Classes were over and there was nothing left to do than be left to your own devices. By the time you made it home, a good night's rest was calling your name.

Your dreams were never something to write home about. You weren’t one to usually have nightmares and your dreams were too elusive to even try to write down. Despite your dreams and nightmares, there was another kind of dream that kept your face flushed. Lewd dreams. They weren’t something you were ashamed of— they were normal. In fact, obscene dreams were so one-in-a-million for you, you didn’t even mind when you got them. It wasn’t as if you were an inherently obscene person. You had a small stash of sex toys but that was as far as you went. Those and sex dreams gave you more action than you’ve gotten any other time. It didn’t hurt to sit in any sex dream offered to you. The arousal in the morning was always rewarding.

You knew by the time you woke up, you would deny all premature feelings you adopted for the stranger you met earlier. Though as your mind went on autopilot, denial was thrown to the wolves.

You could see Keigo’s face vividly. It seemed as though he was more beautiful in your dream than he was in person. Though, the way you were draped against your bed littered in duvets and sheets, you wondered if this was a dream or a mere extension of your night. It all felt too real; the dent of Keigo’s hand pressing into the mattress as he hovers above you, his eyes flickering all over your face, the warmth of his body radiating against your skin as he flashes you a smirk. You even take notice of the tint of red in his golden eyes. They held a tangerine hue that made him appear otherworldly.

To him it was a part of what made him a natural born sinner– a demon of sorts. People were forced to believe they had off brand dreams when in reality he spent their night feeding off of their energy and soul. Women really. He’d get them into a paralyzed state and admire them before taking advantage of their bodies. All of this was for the sake of kepeing himself alive one more day. It wasn’t every night that he did this, but surely enough that would be concerning to an outsider. His only saving grace was that he didn’t even have to break into their homes to do it– technically. Keigo would go for easy women he met the day of or the day before. It was rare that he went for women he really liked. Mainly because why like anyone at all if your natural needs are being met? You on the other hand weren’t easy; you were clean and virginistic. It was one of the many attributes about you that he doted on. He simply wanted to peek into your world and use that night as a proper thank you for praying for him.

It’s not often that Keigo decides to infiltrate the dreams of women who help him. In fact, he doesn’t do it at all. Good girls should go to Heaven and not be ruined by the hands of demons such as himself. Though, if he were seeking forgiveness by God and silently held claim over you, you would have to make it to Heaven. Even if he didn’t. While he may be demonic, he still has some form of moral value to his life and others. Women were typically a means of pleasure, but if he caught the right one, she was a simple treasure he would spare. If you were someone who lacked morals, this would be a different story. You were not the woman he wanted to take advantage of. You were to be cherished and he understood that the moment he laid his eyes on you. It’s not to say that he feels bad about being in your space because he doesn’t. If the blonde had to put your consciousness in limbo to spend more time with you, that's exactly what he would have done. You lived in his mind since he left you earlier that day. While he wasn’t able to give a proper goodbye in person, maybe he could wish you well in your dreams.

He never would have thought that lambs were vixens. Watching you adoringly, he spotted you spread out on your sheets with the blankets kicked away from your figure. You laid peacefully, braless with a modest two toned cheeky pair of underwear and a tight cropped tee. If he knew that he was going to be blessed with you adorning a matching red and blue set, he would have visited you with a little more haste. He could recognize the Mary and Jesus influences in your color palette.

As you thought you were dreaming, you spot him above your figure. A shiver ran your body hot as the hand that was dug in the bed lifts to caress the side of your face. The velvety pad of his thumb grazes the apple of your cheek. There’s a quickening pace of your heartbeat as he leans his chest into yours and his nose brushes against yours. Something about his hands interacting with your body was eerily realistic. Suddenly, his hand rips from your cheek and wraps around the height of your neck. “You’re such a pretty girl,” he whispered. “If I could take you with me, I absolutely would.” It’s an ominous statement but he says it with his lips on yours. “Would you let me?” He grumbles, shifting his body while unintentionally rutting his hips into yours. “Would you let me take you with me?”

Keigo didn’t want to hear your answer. It’s not like you could have answered anyways. Instead, he kissed your lips carefully. You seemed like such a gentle virgin that a rough kiss would’ve sacrificed his lamb. “You know what I see when I see you?”

You had enough consciousness to shake your head no, earning a breathy laugh along the corner of your lips.

“I see God when I look at you,” he whispered, pulling away to gaze into your eyes. “He’s in your eyes.” He existed in a devious atmosphere though there was a tender look in his eyes. He wanted to preserve the innocence you waded in the best he could. “You’re the prayer I couldn’t get out.” He said it as if he cherished every part of your being. Your mind, body and soul were meant to stay virtuous. There was a soft coo in his tone, “God, I would hate to see the day she makes it to Heaven and I’m not there beside her.”

As you tried to reach your hand out to touch him, your body felt as if it were held down by stones. Your movement was limited. As much as you tried, you could only twitch a leg against his. It was almost torture not being able to indulge in this dream. Full fingers wrapped around your hand as they guided it up the side of his face. Soft moments like that never came with the position. He was able to touch you but you weren’t able to touch him– properly. With your hand against his skin, it felt as though your brain was trying to conceptualize the sensation of his face rather than knowing what he felt like…what skin felt like. The demon could see the itch you had to speak, but the question you burned to ask was a thought that he was still able to understand.

“What makes you think you think you wouldn’t make it to heaven?”

It was a simple question really. Your question filled his mind naturally but he was not intrigued or amused by it. You could see the disdain on his face.

Shaking his head, he stifled out a chuckle. He had no intention of being interrogated. Keigo was grateful towards you nonetheless. With unfathomably husky hands, the man was cautious while touching you. They trembled tracing the round of your breats, dragging them down your ribcage, lacing down your waist to sneak them uner your top.

And while he did all of this, you let him. You never really had control when it came to your dreams anyways. With a hitch in your breath, he shut his eyes and let his own exhale shake. “… how do you not let the world corrupt you?” leaning his face agaisnt yours once again, the beat of his heart pounded in his chest as his fingertips hiked to the band of your panties. Eager hands swept them down and off your body, tossing them to the ground before hovering his lips over yours. He wouldn’t allow himself another kiss. His time was limited. If Keigo kissed you then, he would never leave– and that had dire consequences.

This was corruptive; Keigo understood the implications of tainting you but he didn’t care. He made sure to keep his eyes on you. Attention was imperative and seeing the look of anticipation on your face made the demon's heart flutter. You were so beautiful to him. You were his salvation but he just wouldn’t say it. Familiar damp kisses trailed the back of your thighs as he hoisted them up. It was an offering. Shoving the tip of his nose in the dough of your flesh to take in your scent was a promise to cherish the angel under his control. The incubus bit your skin like a man starved.

It wasn’t enough.

A shock of electricity ran through you as you felt a gentle lap against your clit. Though it felt good, you couldn’t understand why out of all people this was the person you were envisioning doing this to you or why your body didn’t have the desire to tear him off or wake up. It was an unconscious kick that made the man devouring you stifle a laugh as he suckled at your cunt. A hand of his pulled at the meat of your thigh, pulling it back and allowing you to dig your heel into his back.

Fiery eyes lifted from your womb to spot the frustrated look on your face. Oh how he could see heaven in your eyes. It was easy to spot the angel's cry as your vision narrowed in on him. The only time you could the texture of his hands properly was when he wrapped greedy hands around your inner thighs. The mop of blonde on his hair draped over his forehead as he continued to peer at you. Keigo worked his jaw against you though as he did, he felt his body begin to burn. As you felt him pushing his face deeper into your cunt, you were eager to hold onto anything you could. Your hands quaked in hopes to grip anything but to no avail. It was all so captivating to Keigo.

Such an eager, good girl.

His hand rose off of your thigh and gripped one of yours. As he balanced himself on his knees, he pushed himself a bit deeper into you, quickening the pace of his tongue. His hair tickled your skin, feeling him ravenously feed on you. As he did this, he started to focus less on you physically and more so what you did for him mentally and emotionally. That wave of relief he tried chasing earlier that day finally crashed into him. Liberation bastardized his sinful thoughts when he was against you. He was so lost in his head, he didn’t realize you were trembling out an orgasm on his face. Hearing your whimpers forced him out of his mind, gripping your flesh tighter and lapping at you faster. A protective hand reached out for yours, groaning into the heat between your thighs.

With a shrill gasp, your body was forced awake and the dream was over. Your breath was hard to grasp. The false realism of your dream left you disoriented and terrified. Shooting up from the bed to sit up, you gripped the sheets, taking in as much wind as you could. If you were wise, you’d find a good thing in waking up. He initially wasn’t going to let you. Your eyes chased every article in the room. Nightstands, dressers, pictures of family, your bible and window sills were all victim to your investigation. In all honesty, you had no idea what you were looking for. Keigo’s presence lingered in your room in a way no dream ever had. As your body jumps from an aggressive alarm from your bedside table, you disregared the dream.

Nine in the morning. Time to start your day.

SO WE MEET AGAIN

There was silence as he allowed himself to marinate in the sanctuary once again. He didn’t try to pray.

“What makes you think you won’t make it to Heaven?”

Rewinding and playing the same question over and over again in his mind, made him grow frustrated. What once was him staring at the altar absentmindedly, turned into him staring at it with far more intention. He was livid. Livid at everything. His fingers rolled over one another, digging his nails into his cuticles anxiously. They snapped at the edges of his nail beds not minding if he bled. There was no particular reason for the minor mutilation, but simply out of habit. Glossy eyes threw daggers at the Jesus statue in front of him. The one that was front of the entire church for the whole congregation to see.

He wants to be good. He really does. He also has to survive.

Keigo wants to know why he couldn’t be offered a fair chance like others. The idea of being bound to a place of everything unholy made him want to curl inside of himself. He had too much pride for that however. As far as he was concerned and everyone who knew him, he wasn’t greedy or prideful. He wasn’t wrathful.

It wasn’t fair. The man was disadvantaged from the start. If God was his goal, he had to be pure in all forms but he knew he wasn’t. As he grew older, the realizations of his life soured him and the perception he had of the world he walked on. There were thoughts rolling around in his mind about how virtuous some people could be. How virtuous you were. You weren't soiled in the slightest; you were glorious—and clean. It honestly made him jealous. The touch of your hands was gentle. They quivered around his but kept a tight grip when you prayed for him. You were genuine, refusing to turn him away. A complete angel.

He meant it when he said that he would hate for you to make it to Heaven without him. Keigo didn’t mean to latch onto you like he did. However, it seemed as though this underdeveloped symbiotic relationship was mutual.

Dreams for you in the following days were non-existent. You slept in darkness until your alarm woke you up. It had been that way for about three days before you decided the best thing to do was to head to church. You didn’t know why you were thinking of a man this way without knowing anything other than his name. Typically, dreams like this didn’t bother you. You were able to move on from them like normal, but something didn’t feel right about this one. As your feet smothered petals into the cement with each step into the church, you nearly drew blood biting on your bottom lip. You never felt the need to confess a dream before. In your opinion, you felt a little silly going out of your way to confess a dream.

But it was dirty. It was a dirty, filthy dream that was too realistic for your liking. You swore you could feel his mouth all over you like it was a couple of days ago. You remember how you couldn’t move even if you tried but he could twist and turn your arms and legs with ease. It was sick. The dream made you question if you even wanted that from him.

As you made your way deeper into the church, you could spot a familiar mop of blonde that made your face red. Being confronted with his presence after what you dreamt about made your throat tighten. You could feel the nausea rolling up your stomach with each step you continued to take. Approaching the man who was alone yet again in the sanctuary, he picked up on the sound of your shoes. Turning to face you, he immediately looked down to hide his smile before wiping the edge of his mouth. “If I knew we’d keep meeting like this, I would have invited you out for coffee.”

It’s a simple joke that made you stifle a laugh, but he saw the look of unease won your face and it worried him. Your stomach turns to see him, forcing yourself to face him after such a hot dream.

That’s when he stands, clad in the same suit he wore a couple of days ago. If there’s one thing he can do when sitting in a church, it is the ability to at least dress nice out of respect. “Hey, are you alright?” As he saunters towards you, a pair of anxious hands attempt to reach out to you before falling back to his side. Maybe you wouldn’t take them.

“I’m fine. I just need the confessional.”

“The priest isn’t here today. I saw him leaving.”

That made you quirk a brow at the man. Taking in his features, you noticed the gold in his eyes and how they glistened in your direction. “You seen him?”

“He was on his way out as I was coming in. I must’ve been a new face to him since he stopped me and greeted me,” he admitted. “His daughter wasn’t feeling well so he took off to get her from school.”

Keigo could spot the defeated look on your face, seeing your eyes leave his. He felt terrible knowing that you wouldn't be able to get what you needed. He could see your chest rise and fall in an uncomfortable manner. You appeared to be one more bad thing away from a mental breakdown.

“You don’t need a preist to confess anything.” He tried, palming the back of your hand before wrapping his fingers around it. “Just God, hm?” the touch of his hand was so familiar by now. It brought you comfort.

“It’s just–”

“I can go with you. You can confess to me.” Keigo suggested, eyes sparkling with care. “There’ll be no priest and I will sit right besides you. If you can’t face God by yourself, I’ll be there.” He hoped his offer wasn’t too much but just enough to allow you to feel comfortable with him.

Committing to tell the new soul willing to commit himself to God that you had a lewd dream about him made you shiver in embarrassment. Though, in all of your years in church you never experienced this much affection. Even from people you have known your whole life. “It’s–”

“It’s fine. Whatever it is, I’m not gonna judge you.”

“Alright.”

Suddenly, the hand that held yours led you to the confessional. You didn’t actually think Keigo took the time out to find the confessional but it made you smile knowing he actually tried. The confessional was a simply decorated box that stuck out like a sore thumb on the side of the wall, a few steps away from the altar of the sanctuary.

He caressed your waist, guiding you into the booth. Closing the door behind him, he sat beside you. He didn’t think about the proximity between you much. He just wanted to make sure what you had to get out was said. Keigo was thankful to be in the same space as you as you chose to confess. It would give him a chance to not feel so bad about his own shortcomings. Looking down, he heard you sigh. “It’s a little embarrassing,” your sweet voice littered in his ears.

“If you wanna act like I’m not here, you can.”

“It’s about you. I don't think I can hide it.” That made him lift his eyes to spot your eyes already on him. “I haven’t been able to dream for the past couple of days after this weird dream I had.”

Keigo knew exactly what you were talking about. His brows raised as he waited for you to keep going.

“I never want to confess these kinds of dreams because sex is natrual.”

“...we had sex?” he at least had to sell that he didn’t get what you were getting at.

“No,” you simply stated. “I had a dream that you… pleased me.” hearing you sound so timid made his heart skip a beat. “You told me you saw God in my eyes. That I was the prayer you couldn’t get out and told God you’d hate it if I made it to Heaven without you. You kissed me too,” you explained with pent up nervousness. “I feel bad for having a dream like this because I know you’re trying to get your life together and you want to see Heaven and I–”

Keigo didn’t want you to blame yourself. A part of him actually felt guilty that he visited you that night if he was going to make you feel this way. He wanted to apologize, but instead he kept a gentle smile. “All the shit I’ve done in my life? A little dream isn’t going to run me away.” Twisting his body to face you fully, he cupped the side of your face. “Your willingness to help me is one of the reasons I want to keep going down this little path of self-righteousness… whatever that means. I think it’s cute.” As he held your face, he leaned in a bit. He tensed up feeling your hand drape his thigh.

“I didn’t do anything wrong,” you whispered.

"You didn’t do anything wrong,” as he flashed you a smile, he pulled your face in closer. You didn’tt tense up. Instead, you relaxed. He knew exactly how to make you trust him with his instinct. Keigo didn’t want to allow you the chance to pull your face away from him so he latched his thumb into your opposite cheek, holding your face tight. “You’re so pretty, there’s a special place up there for you. Whether I’m there or not.” Golden eyes adored your beauty. Keeping you a few inches from his face, he prepared himself to give affection. If he wasn’t mistaken, it was the first time he’d done so. As he did this, you could feel your pulse through every part of your body. You thought your body was throbbing. Once he got closer to you, his lips ghosted over yours, taking the chance to relish in the fact that he was going to steal a kiss in the confessional. Something about this felt sinful for the both of you; while that was his normal, it gave you a rush. He gracefully melted his voluminous lips into yours. There was a delayed reaction in your hands beorfe they wrapped around his wrist closest to your face, kissing him back. His kiss was possessive and caring. He held a gentle vigilance, willing to follow your lead if you chose to act further.

Though unbeknownst to him, he held a power of dominance. There was nothing for you to fight when you were being held with a pair of lips on yours. Especially from a man who proved to be a caretaker. You knew you were secure– barely knowing aside. Besides, there were other church girls who did worse than this on Saturdays. Pulling away to catch your breath, you smiled. “You know, you don’t always have to wear a suit to church when there’s no service.”

“It’s a courtesy!” he whispered with a grin, looking down to spot your knees touching. “To the man upstairs,” finishing his sentiment, he sarcastically lifted his eyes above and tilted his head in a playful manner.

“I’m assuming no one has ever told you that he wants you to come as you are.”

Snorting, he came to realize no one ever told him that. “Well, would you like to go somewhere with me so you can see me in something other than this?”

You nod happily.

THE SAND IN MY TOES

The sand piled on top of his toes with each step he took closer to the shore. Keigo had his hands shoved in the pockets of his shorts, letting the heat of the sun beam against his tanned body. When he asked you to go to the beach with him, he thought it was a shout out into the void. Though, like the sprite you were, you never turned down the chance to get some air. As the day went on, it consisted of him adoring you taking advantage of your surroundings. Watching you gallop over the sand or yanking him into the water to cool off from the sun were only a few of the things that he replayed in his head as the day went on.

In that moment, you were off to get something to drink for the both of you (agaisnt his persistence to pay). He kept silent as he waited for you, heaving. He shut out the sound of others enjoying their time on the beach the moment he felt the chill of the water wash over his feet. Staring out to the vast space of water in front of him, there was no thinking to be had. Keigo simply let himself be.

You both hung around the beach for hours; Keigo was growing tired of being in the heat. You on the other hand were just getting started.

“Sorry!” he heard you call out, rushing over with two abnormally large cups in your hands. He never noticed your figure outside of the white bathing suit you pranced in until that day. “Here. You seem like a peach person…”

“Apple, but thank you,” he joked, turning his head a bit. He didn’t even have to turn his body around before you were right beside him. Taking the cup from you, he flashed you a dry smile. “How much were these?”

“Ten eighty two.” you snickered watching him glare at you through his shades.

“Each?!” watching you avert your eyes off in another direction, he scoffed. “Hell no. I’m paying you back,” he demanded.

“No! I wanted to do this! I always wanted to buy something for someone outside of Christmas and birthdays!”

Keigo sent you a raised brow and a small simper, “you’re typically a giver?’

Snickering, you shake your head before taking a quick sip before kicking your feet in the damp sand. “No it’s just my circle isn’t big enough or considerable enough to get them anything outside of those days.”

“Except me,” Keigo assumed out loud to you.

You nod. Your feet brought you in front of him after shoving yor cup in the sand. You took his hand. You took notice of how Keigo’s face fell the longer he spent his day out in the sun. Part of you blamed yourself. Were you too draining? “You alright? You’re not slick like you usually are.”

“I’m comfortable.” he replied, letting you hold onto him. “How are your dreams going?” The man pulled you in, wrapping an arm around your soft waist. There was no way that he could have known that if he visited you that your dreams would be revoked. If he knew that was a possibility, he truly would have been lapping at the loins of women far less holier than you.

The question made you flush. Propping your elbows against his chest, you sighed out. It was uncomfortable to say that a prticular sex dream prevented you from dreaming of anything else. As you veered your vision off to the side, you stifled out a chuckle. You mentally praised Keigo for being patient with your dramatics, “I’m still not dreaming. I only really had like– one dream and that was after the day at the confessional with you. Nothing too bad. It was a normal dream to have for me. Nothing outside of that.”

Keigo’s eyes never left you while you spoke. Instead, he took the time to wrap his wrams around you tighter, unintentioanallt digging the frozen cup into your lower back and swaying you both side to side. He neverminded the claminess of your skin pressed together as he was only focused on you. He felt pity on you. Dreams were a sign of a good night’s sleep. If you weren’t having them there was no need for you to even sleep. “You know, I didn’t think you were capable of having dreams like that.”

Scoffing, you rolled your eyes. “Why?”

“You’ve got this purity to you,” he stated simply. He didn’t know you well enough to make any sort of judgements, but that wasn’t going to stop him from making assumptions. “Even if you did have dreams like that, you never piqued me as the girl to go to church over them.”

His response made you smile. Being considered pure felt as if you were checking off a box on your personal, moral bucket list. “Sorry to disappoint you. I just don’t think I had a dream that actually made me feel that dirty before.”

Keigo could feel his heart drop at your feelings towards his little visit. “Dirty…”

“Not in a prude way, but in a ‘this is unfamiliar to me’ way. My family has always been big on holding out until marriage. It felt so real I thought I did something sinful even though all I did was sleep. Call it religious trauma. ” Clinging onto his waist, you bit the inside of your cheek after speaking.

You were a virgin. Fuck. sure he called you that, but he didn’t know you actually were. However, there was nothing he could do other than play along. “The family angel?”

The demon raised a brow at your scoff. “If that’s what you want to call me, sure.” shifting your eyes back to him, “they’re the reason I live by myself…and go to a church different than theirs. True bible thumpers; when you praise God, you have to do it their way. If you don’t, it’s not good enough or you're bound to hell. The bible is law.”

“Yikes.”

“They’re apostolic in the worst way possible,” rolling your eyes, you comfortably wrapped your arms around his neck before continuing to talk. “Once I moved out, I chose to find God my way. A way that I can wake up and not fear for my life with every little thing I do. It’s scary being on my own, but it’s better this way.”

Getting an insight on a christian’s woes kept him silent for a brief moment. While he was plagued with the fear of burning for all eternity, you feared even getting to that point. “My ma didn’t give a damn about that kind of stuff. She did the same shit I’m going to church for.” Snorting, he tilted his head down. It shouldn’t have been that funny to bring light to his trauma but he did it so easily. “I’m sorry.”

There was a slight chuckle that erupted from your chest as you watched how amused he was. “You still talk to her?”

“Nah,” Keigo sounded neutral about it. Shrugging his shoulders, he pressed a small kiss to her temple. “We stopped talking a long time ago, but I still take care of her when she needs anything.”

“Shame. I was hoping to meet her one day,” sending him a sweet smile, you received a grin in return.

“Whoa, one step at a time!” Keigo lightheartedly teased, though you felt bad for the disconnect he had with his mother. It actually made you want to ask about his father, but you chose to hold your tongue.

“Why’d you stop talking to her? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“It’s not like I wanted to stop talking to her,” he started, lifting his shades from his face and into his hair. “She’s just in a really tough spot that I don’t think she can get herself out of. I don’t have the means to bring her with me so she has to survive just a little bit longer.”

“I don’t think I asked properly why you want forgiveness,” you chalk up the courage to get more insight on Keigo.

The man stared into your eyes, biting the inside of his cheek. He appreciated the subject change. “My behavior?” There was an unsure tone in his voice as he continued to speak, “the way I live is shameful. I always blamed it on my circumstances, but—“ he paused. Usually he was good with words, but at that moment, he couldn’t find the right ones. He fell silent, just tilting his head back to take a look at the sun.

“You’ll get what you’re looking for.”

Whatever he was looking for, he found already. You looked in his eyes with such care and held him with a warm touch. The more time he spent with you, he could have sworn wings were budding on his back. Leaning in to you, he felt the need to change the subject; there was only so much vulnerability he could muster up in a day. “You know, I don’t feel bad for kissing you in the confessional the other day.”

You were a little put off from the subject change, but as you wrapped your arms around his neck. “You don’t?”

“Mm mm,” he grunted. “Your family got a thing against kissing?”

It was a funny joke to hear, but you shook your head. “If they do, I don’t care.” You took the opportunity to kiss him quickly but it wasn’t enough for Keigo. Pulling you in, he chased your lips once more before kissing you deeper. The lamb was a little rebel? How precious. “Keigo, I really want to thank you.”

Keigo stitched his brows together in confusion, holding you a bit tighter, worry etching in his features. When he heard sentences like that, they never ended well. ‘What? Why? What did I do?”

You thought it was comical, but he was not laughing. “Ever since I have been on my own– I’ve been on my own. Starting over means leaving old social circles behind and it’s been hard to start from the ground up. Call it luck or God putting you in my life, but I’m thankful I met you.”

Keigo knew how difficult it could be to open up and while he may not be the one to depend on vulnerability, he would hold yours in the palm of his hand and keep it close to his chest. “I’ll make sure you never feel alone again, alright?”

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

I LOVE YOU

Somehow, someway, you and Keigo were able to make dates out of the time you spent together outside of the services you attended. Whether he took his angel out for a late night meal or watched the stars in the middle of nowhere, he was sure to cherish every moment he had with you. That night after bible study was different compared to all of them.

You lived alone. It was one of the things you were proud of the most. Your place, your rules. Keigo could see the bible thumper influences your parents left on you littered all over the place. When it came down to it, you preferred it this way. It can be you and your thoughts. It can be you and God. That night, he was able to see how you lived. Just from stepping in the place, there was a burning feeling in his soul. You clearly anointed your space.

Though as he spent more time with you in the house, he felt better about it. You were a confidant; there was that one little thing about you and your home, a place of solitude. As if no matter what he did there, he would be protected by the angels he never got the pleasure to know.

You liked having him there. The company he gave you was refreshing. Being able to hear his jokes and more importantly his laugh thrilled your entire being. It almost brought you to tears every time he had to go back home and live for himself. There was never a time you wanted him to leave. If you could wrap him up and keep him by your side forever, he already would have been draped in a bow. For that moment, you were fine with being on top of him.

Both of you recently ran from his car and up the sidewalk to your place to avoid the rain that night. You both were shocked the priest still offered bible study with the way the rain poured down. Like clockwork, you both showed your commitment and went. Bible class was typically boring but informative. It was what happened afterwards that was exciting.

Keigo would hold you tight on his lap, admiring you. He loved chatting you up about the service or about your day when he wasn’t there to share it with you. He liked holding you this way. If you weren’t in his arms, he wasn’t protecting you. There were plenty of nights where he stayed over, waking up in the morning with your head on his chest, makeup still on and a little runny, with a hand wrapped around his rosary. He planned on staying over again that night but it would be for a completely different reason.

Your virginity was something that you were supposed to hold sacred and dear in a little box until the right man came along to unwrap it. Keigo helped you come to the conclusion that you didn’t have to be bound in wedlock. Sex was a confession. A confession of commitment and desire. And if you were reading the situation correctly, your stockings and panties tossed on the floor was enough of a confession for you.

“Keigo,” you whined as you, wrapped your arms around his neck, arching your hips off of him as you felt the head of his cock tease and prod at your entrance.

“Shh, shh,” he cooed, eyes flickering between yours. “You want to be a good girl for me?” He quizzed, tilting his head to peck your lips.

You whimpered, nodding, “yes.”

“Hold onto me,” he whispered. Sure your arms were dressed on his shoulders but you weren’t holding onto him. The anticipation filled your body with anxiety. So much so, that you were mentally overstimulated and couldn’t think to act on anything he asked you. Hearing that it would hurt from peers and pals added to the stress. Though you wanted to do as he asked, your mind was all too occupied with fear to follow through with his instructions. “Hold onto me,” he spoke sternly, tearing you out of your thoughts, asking you to be present with him. Feeling your hands caress his jaw, he praised you with a simple “there’s my angel.”

The eye contact he held with you was a call out to your soul; he wanted all of you to trust in his instinct to protect every ounce of your being. “I’m scared.” The cotton in your touch, the rush of your blood overheating in your ears were just a few of the things he desired to preserve. Your chastity made his eyes darken. If you were going to be corrupted, he had to be the one to do it.

“Look at me,” his eyes chased your gaze with a slight demand for all of your attention. Keeping a firm grip on your face, he made sure you couldn’t tilt your head to witness the action beneath you. “I’d rather be struck dead than succeed in hurting you, do you hear me?” he harshly whispered along your lips. “I’ve got you.” as he said that, you could feel the world slow down. It was easy to get lost in his eyes, finding a compelling comfort in them. The hold he had on your face softened, same as his glare. His words were law. Keigo would bare his all just so you could get a simple grasp of what his love entails. He expected you to do the same. There wasn’t a hint of animosity with the bite of his tone. It was a stern few words, though it was imperative you understood that you were the stars and everything underneath them. If anything, the blonde only used those words to help you relax and recognize the admiration and care he had for you. “You trust me?” The question was laced in hurt. You had every right to be scared but the thought of you not having faith in him made his heart burn from the inside out. Tainting an angel would come with its own list of responsibilities, but he was willing to face them all shamelessly.

“Yes,” your face morphed into a look of fear meshed with insult; there was no way he assumed you didn’t. You’d give this man every inch of you if all he did was ask. The incubus pressed the pads of his thumb and middle finger into the plush of your cheeks. There was nothing to worry about when he vowed to keep you safe.

“Look at me, don’t look anywhere else,” he instructed tenderly.

He could still sense the wariness in your face. A look of worry lingered on your face while your eyes flickered between his. “I don’t think I can do this.”

“We don’t have to do this.” His eyes grew at the force of your head shaking within his hold. Allowing you the chance to say no immediately made you change your mind. You wanted it. You wanted to do it. You just didn’t know if you could. “I know it’s scary, but we’re gonna go slow, hm? How does that sound?”

“Okay,” you exhaled, eyes welling up. His darling girl.

“Don’t let me go,” he coached you, pressing the head of his cock into your cunt. Keigo could have sworn his pupils were dilating watching tears sting at your eyes and watching them twitch in attempts to keep your composure. “You’re doing so good,” he reiterated. Your hold on his jaw tightened, digging your nails under his jaw bone. The man didn’t flinch at the pain, only breathing in sharply as he filled you slowly but surely. The shake in your breath was replaced by a rough squeak, shoving your face into his shoulder, hands hanging off his shoulders. The pressure of being spread open was uncomfortable though it wasn’t nearly as painful as you were warned about. You were expecting a stinging stretch, or waited for him to prod at your cervix so you could beg him to stop. His hand soon slipped from his lap to wrap an arm around your waist once you sunk down enough to rest on the meat of his thighs.

Leaning his head back on the back of the loveseat, he stared up at the ceiling of your apartment, feeling fleeting kisses trickle along his shoulders and up the side of his neck. He couldn’t admit to himself that you were his first virgin. You weren’t tight like other doggish men raved about. He didn’t care about trivial things like grip when he simply could relish in the little piece of Heaven that had its hands holding onto his unholy body. You carried a fleshy, warm perfect fit. The hand that captured your jaw fell to your waist, running up the side of it. Keigo’s lips peeked open, sucking in shallow breaths. It was as close to salvation he’s felt in a long time. The gentle love you sent him made him shoot his head back up, running his fingers through your nape. You felt safe in his hold. Resting on his chest made you feel like you won the lottery. Keigo’s affection was comparable to gold; so timeless and wealthy. His vigilance over you made you shiver. You could’ve sworn your brain chemistry was being altered when he catered to you. Peeking your head from the groove of his neck, he flashed you a sweet grin before he leant in and stole a kiss from you. “Keigo,” you murmur, watching him perk his brows in anticipation. That was until his eyes softened. The silence from you was all he needed to know to understand what you were trying to get out.

“Oh,” he hushed out, pressing a bruising kiss to your lips. His brows stitched together. He was honored. While he didn’t know if you were ready to say something like that just yet to him, he would take that small piece of glory. Love was an unattainable item stashed away in a glass case secured with fatal lasers in his regard. In that moment, he didn’t think he kissed you enough, he didn’t hold you enough, call you enough. He didn’t pray with you enough. However, this milestone made him feel as though he had the rest of his days to cherish you and all of the moments he could get with you.

He marinated in the feeling of your confession, startled out of it when he felt your hips lift. Careful, shaking hands wrapped around his lower face all over again as you were finally ready to try to give yourself all of him. Quickly, his hands grabbed the underside of your thighs to guide you so there’s no reason for you to be uncomfortable. “Mm, not too fast.” Through narrowing eyes, he kept his gaze on you, adoring the vulgar yet content expression you held. “God,” he exhaled. “He took his time with you.” Not only did he agree with your sentiments, he reciprocated them. Oh, if you only knew how much he loved you.

You nod along with him, taking notice to his parted lips that were cracked into an already fucked out smirk as his hands prompted you to grind on him. “Yeah?”

He nods, kissing the corner of your mouth, “yeah.” he assured you, swiftly running kisses from underneath your jaw and up to your cheek. It didn’t take him long before he forced your lips to meet once again. “You’re mine?”

You were his… and there was nothing in this world that could take that title from you. “Yes,” it left your lips more like a question though he knew it was only because of how flustered you were. When your eyes met again, you could hear your heart racing in your ears. It carried a constant heavy thud in your body that you barely missed his cock twitching inside you. With a gasp, you sent a stunned smile his way, tightening around his cock uncontrollably. “Fuck,” you whispered.

You were just the cutest. Your reaction made him snicker, tiling his head to the side, “you liked that?”

“Yes,” your eyes lit with fire from the feeling.

“I didn’t mean it, but I can buy you something that does that same exact thing,” Keigo teased, earning a playful hit on his chest. He was enjoying that little joke until his mouth gaped open feeling you tighten on him intentionally.

“I don’t want it, I want you.” you quipped, leaning in to sweetly nip at his bottom lip.

“You got me, sweet girl.” he teased. Keigo shifted his hips forward slightly. His hands slipped to your hips, keeping you pressed firmly on his hips. “Here, grind on me. It actually pains me to see you working so hard.”

With your body leant back, your palms pressed against his knees. There was more comfort in this position as your head lolled back. Keigo was proud of the confidence you suddenly developed, letting you control the pace. In the heat of the moment, you had no clue if your eyes were deceiving you or Keigo’s eyes actually darkened in color. A slight tangerine color. You felt a cold flash run over your body but with the man rutting his hips into yours out of instinct, it was hard to focus on.

Keigo’s eyes shut tight, helping you keep the pace with your hips. However, he felt the shiver in your thighs. A familiar feeling brewed in the heat between your thighs. You had full intentions to cum and Keigo was not going to stop you. In fact, he lifted his hands to your ribcage to pull you into his chest. His eyes fluttered open so he could properly stuff his face into the groove of your neck. He littered you with kisses as he kept one arm wrapped around your waist, protectively. The other empty hand rolled the shoulder of your top down before he tore it apart down the middle with a button tossed to the ground. A bra strap fell to your arm as he freed one of your breasts. If he wasn’t able to convey how hungry he was for you with words, he would do it with his hands. The tip of his nose dragged along your soft flesh. Keigo breathed you in, kissing you from your shoulder all the way down to your nipple to take it between his teeth to run a tongue against it. His ferverish movements made you feel adored. Your hands wrapped around his neck, slipping your fingers into his hair.

Keigo gave you all of his attention, love and affection. He dressed your chest in kisses as he held you close. His breath increased, being forced to breath through his lips to gain air. The heat against your bosom made you caress his head near your heart. As he felt his orgasm buld up, he rushed to kiss your lips. “You gonna cum for me?” he quizzed on your lips. You couldn’t even give him a full nod as your hips jerked out an orgasm. Keigo continued to kiss your lips, worshipping your body with his hands. Your kisses were meek and passionless but he didn’t care. He knew you were pulling at straws for a whole breath. Tending for you was nice and all, but the more he felt his cock twitch inside of you, a hand of his selfishly begged your hips to keep their pace. Like a gentleman, he didn’t fill your womb until after you finished. He held you tight, fingertips digging into your ribcage.

As both of you were able to catch your breath, he fell back along the couch with you pressed to his chest. Keigo searched for things to say but his mind was a blank slate. The hand that was on your hips ran up your tummy, over your exposed breast and up to your face. He let himself linger in your presence, he really did love you. He tainted his pretty girl but he could have sworn that there was an angelic glow to you as you stared up at him with doting eyes. You were the one for him. His angel. As the pad of his thumb caressed the apple of your cheek, he didn’t try to suppress his chuckle. Yeah, you were the one.

“You love me?”

“Yeah,” Keigo nodded immediately, observing your fucked out body. He was almost brought to tears looking at you. “God, I would hate to see the day she makes it to Heaven and I’m not there beside her.”

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Emory's POV is written by @mamachasesmayhem and Jake's POV is written by me.

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"I can't do this anymore, Matt. I'm leaving." The words leave my mouth with only a slight tremble.

Matt barks out a laugh. "What was that, baby?"

I take a deep breath and steel my nerves. "I'm leaving."

"The fuck you are!"

Matt's statement is punctuated with a fierce blow to my cheek, knocking me sideways.

I thought that his recent lack of interest in me would have made this easier. I thought that maybe he was finally tired of me, that maybe he wouldn't care as much when I tried to leave. Clearly, I was wrong.

A kick lands on my ribs after I land on the floor, followed by a few more. I try to no avail to block them, only earning bruises and likely more fractures to my arms. He grips my hair to pull me up only to slam my head into the floor. My head spins as I feel blood pool beneath me. I'm barely conscious when he finally decides to stop, probably thinking I'm down for the count. I hear him grab hiskeys from their hook by the door but when I catch a glimpse of the hooks I realize it wasn't just his that he took, but mine too. Shit, that makes this more difficult. His stupid ass Camero revs in the driveway and the sound of his tires peeling fills the small house. I fight to stay conscious because I can do this.

I don't know how much time has passed when I pull every ounce of will and strength in my body and finally crawl onto my hands and knees.

I can do this.

It could have been minutes or hours since Matt left, so I don't waste a second.

I can do this.

I stumble out of the door and adrenaline floods my nervous system.

I can do this.

My bare feet carry me across the pavement and then through the woods across from the house. It'll hurt like hell later, but it's much shorter to cut through them to get to Birdie's house. This is a route I've memorized, having to sneak out to see my best friend when Matt eventually stopped allowing it. I can get there with my eyes closed, and it's entirely possible I do.

I eventually break through the tree line and push past the pain that's threatening to overwhelm my body. The light to the back porch is on, drawing me near like a lighthouse to the coast, and I stumble the last few steps to the door. I fall against the cool wood in a heap, frantically pounding my fist against it as darkness clouds my vision. The door opens underneath me and I let it take over, finally able to rest.

It's warm when I come to, a gentle voice rousing me. "Sweets, can you hear me? Shit, Jav! She's breathing and has a pulse but she's not responding to me."

I groan and try to peel my eyes open. That voice definitely does not belong to Birdie. It's not her husband Bob either, and that's what startled me enough to fully return my brain to my body. My eyes land on a face surely carved by Aphrodite herself.

"Am I dead?" I mutter out. With a chiseled jaw and concern swimming in mossy green eyes staring down at me, I must be. Especially if I'm not scrambling to get away from a man that isn't Bob Floyd. But a tiny voice in my head tells me that he's safe and that he won't hurt me, so I let myself listen to it.

A small smile pulls at the lips of the man above me. "No, sweets. You're alive, it looks like you fought real hard to be too. How'd you end up here?"

The realization I didn't make it to Birdie's makes me gasp and try to sit up. "I was trying to get to Birdie's house, where I am?!"

I notice I'm cradled in his lap when his arms tighten around me in an attempt to keep me from jostling the multiple injuries I'm sure I have. "Easy, I got you. Birdie Floyd? She's right next door, you almost made it. Just a hundred feet short."

A voice crackles through his phone, clearly on speaker given that I can hear it so clearly. "I'm about 3 minutes out, Jake. What's going on?"

"She's awake, Javy. I think I can manage until you get here, but I'll keep you on the phone just in case."

He turns to me and I can hear sirens in the background of the call. "I'm Officer Jake Seresin and on the phone is my best friend Javy Machado, he's a paramedic. He's working tonight and I called him the second I opened the door, he and his partner are on the way to come look at ya, ok?" My nod prompts him to continue. "I can go get Bob and Birdie if you want?"

"No!" I yelp. "Please don't leave me alone! H-he might show up..."

"It's ok, pretty girl. I got you, I won't leave you alone. You're safe with me." His voice is calm, soothing. "Even though I'm off duty, I called in some backup. I don't want ya worryin' when you hear the sirens and see the lights here shortly."

His thumb rubs small circles on my upper arm as red and blue fill the night sky.

Jake carries me outside to meet the paramedics and I can hear Birdie from across the yard.

“What’s going on?” Her eyes scan the scene and finally land on me and she immediately runs to me."Emory! Oh, honey! What did he do to you this time?" She starts sobbing as her hand gently traces my swollen cheek. "How'd you find her, Jake?"

"She found me. She knocked on my door thinking it was yours." His chin tips up in acknowledgment when Bob joins his wife. "Hey, Floyd. Javy just rolled up and called in some backup."

No sooner than the words leave his mouth, a tall man with a mocha complexion hops out of the ambulance and rushes over. Jake reluctantly lets me go and nods at me as Javy takes over and lays me on a stretcher. As he's taking inventory of my injuries and rolling me to the ambulance, I hear Jake talking to Bob.

"Where's the fucker that did this to her?"

"If he's not at home, he's at The Den." Bob replies, anger clear in his voice.

Jake climbs up the step into the ambulance, just beside Birdie and reaches out and gently squeezes my hand. "Javy's the best there is, you're in good hands. I'm gonna go get the sad excuse of a man that did this to you and he's gonna go rot in a cell."

Tears well in my eyes as relief washes over me. "Thank you, Jake."

Jake did as he promised, immediately arresting Matt and tossing him in jail. After confirming I did, in fact, end up with new fractures in my arm, a concussion, and severely bruised ribs I returned to work about a week after I may have been sporting a neon pink cast, fading bruises on my face, and stitches in my lip, but I'd never been happier.

The trial officially concluded and Jake was there by my side through the entire thing, volunteering to be my personal protection detail.

6 months later

Jake had walked through the door of Cora's, the bakery Birdie and I have been working at since we were undergraduates at UT Austin. Once the recognition hit me, I gasped. "It's you."

His smile was soft, almost shy, as he blushed. "It's me."

"You saved me, l-I don't have enough words for how thankful I am for you."

Thankfully, he dropped in during a slower time so my rambling isn't holding up other customers.

Jake reaches up and rubs the back of his neck as he looks down. "I'd like to think it's what anyone would do, having sworn an oath to protect and serve and all."

I take the time to finally observe what he's wearing, and he looks damn good in his uniform, before smiling up at him. "Well, take your pick officer. Anything you want is on the house. For as long as I work here."

After that day, he made it a habit to stop in at some point during his shift for coffee and a pastry if he was feeling particularly cheeky. "The coffee's always been free to the boys in blue, I can't take advantage of your kindness all the time, Sweets." He'd told me.

And eventually Jake asked me out. "I know you were in a terrible relationship before, so if this is too forward, stop me. But now that it's not a conflict of interest, how do you feel about dinner with me?"

"Dinner sounds amazing." I'd told him with a wide smile and his quickly matched my own.

From that day forward, we'd been nearly inseparable. With his support, I'd finally caught up with Birdie and finished my MBA. While in school, I met the little spitfire named Adalaide Blake. She had been in her final semester of law school and studying to pass the BAR exam. She quickly became close to Birdie and I and we've been thick as thieves since.

Honoring the promise she made to a couple of 19 year old kids, Cora, the owner of the bakery, turned it over into our capable hands and retired. Cora was the grandma I had always wanted. She took me in when I had nothing and loved Birdie and I as her own. Not long after we took over, Matt was released from prison. Jake had delivered the unfortunate news after plying me with ice cream and tequila a few days before our one year anniversary. He promised to keep me safe and asked me to move in with him. We'd discussed it more the next morning when I was sober and he assured me his reasoning was more than just keeping me safe, he wanted me as part of his every day routine.

Within a few months of my moving in, I helped Jake study for and pass his detective's test. He soon promoted and we celebrated by christening the new home for the bakery. The new location included a large, secure basement with the intention of housing abused women and children. Thanks to Jake, the rest of his squadron at the department, and connections they've made through the years, the changes weren't made public knowledge.

There was a caveat that Jake wasn't aware of: Birdie, Addie, and I had been planning something. While we were absolutely making the new construction a safe haven, we also wanted to find a way to make sure men like Matt didn't ruin any more lives. We realized we could make that happen thanks to the combined knowledge of my studying with Jake for the detective test, Birdie hearing all the stories from Bob about work, and Addie having spent a few years as a defense attorney, we could do it. Birdie had the idea to open a secret speakeasy that would be a way for us to meet with potential women who needed help. The brave souls who sought our help were instructed to ask for a pomegranate scone, which was not sold in the bakery. They were instead provided with a time to meet back here at the speakeasy that we named "The Underworld."

Over the next 2 years, we caught cheaters, helped mothers get sole custody of their children, returned money stolen by swindling slimeballs, and rescued women and children from abusive homes. Along the way, we'd made some new friends and became known as The Furies. The Furies consisted of a team of powerful, badass women who shared the same mindset as us. We also made some new enemies...one of them being the Austin PD. A task force was born to stop the ring of vigilantes, and the most ironic part of it all is that many of the Furies have a personal connection to a member of the task force. For me it was Jake. The man of my dreams and love of my life, had taken on the lead. He had risen through the ranks quickly, finding himself on many cases involving the work of the Furies. With his extensive knowledge, it was a no brainer for the department that he be the commanding officer. Even Birdie’s husband volunteered to be the CSI Specialist for the task force.

Jake and I were almost 4 years into our relationship when my ruse was finally up. I had successfully kept the two facets of my life separate until that fateful night.

We had been running a sting on a local biker gang known for human trafficking, Demeter and I had been at The Den while trying to sneak our way into the back by posing as "entertainment" for the club. Apparently, one of the guys there that night had known Matt and therefore knew who I was. That's when shit hit the fan. While I'd been training extensively with Jake in MMA classes and with our ex-military friend learning to evade capture, one me against five men was no match. I'd learned how to take a hit with minimal damage and that was my saving grace. With my ass thoroughly beaten, I once again found myself stumbling through the dense woods that lead to Bob and Birdie's house. Leaning against the doorframe, my knuckles rap against the wood for her to come usher me inside and help me get patched up.

If my right eye wasn't swollen shut, I might have noticed that the door was a deep blue I'd personally picked out instead of the dark maroon I was expecting. The door opens and I don't even look up before I start talking.

"I'm an idiot, I know. Might need to call someone though, I think one of those fuckers broke my nose," I whine.

"Emory? What the fuck?!" A deep voice bellows from the open door.

I look up and my eyes make contact with very angry looking green ones. "Aw shit, wrong door again."

"What the actual fuck, Em? Get inside." I try to usher her in but she takes a step back.

"No, I'm gonna pretend this didn't happen and walk over to Birdie's." Emory tried to walk away but I reached out and snatched her hand. "Jake what are you -? Ow ow, fine, I'll go, just let go of me."

I let go and she pulled on her hand to get rid of the feeling. I could see the war in her one good eye as she reluctantly followed me inside. I led her into the kitchen, lifting her up onto the island before moving to grab the first aid kit from under the sink. I silently began working on cleaning up the blood on her face before moving down to see if there are other wounds to treat.

"It's just my nose." She mutters and I release the breath I didn't know I was holding as I check on her nose. It wasn't broken thankfully and it didn't look like she was going to have a concussion either so I was able to relax a little.

"Well it doesn't look broken." I sigh as I move to grab an ice pack from the freezer. "Just need some ice and you'll keep your gorgeous face in perfect condition." She gives me an unimpressed glance as I hold out the ice pack to show her how serious I am about fixing her nose. She grabs it and gingerly presses it against the bridge of her nose.

The air around us was thick as we sat in silence. I took the time to really take her in: the way her hair is still messy and her eyes are still slightly swollen, the bridge of her nose was red and she was sure to have bruising around her eyes tomorrow. I could tell by the way she stared at the tiled floor of our kitchen that she was in her mind. She was supposed to be at the bakery all night, and now she's showing up at my door bloody, again. I'm just about to say something when she speaks up.

"So I guess I gotta explain why we're having a deja vu episode."

"That would be nice." I say with a deep sigh. "But I'd rather make sure you are okay."

"I'm fine. I'd like to explain it all now, rather than later." Her voice sounded strained and for someone who was usually so confident, that was saying something. "Okay, shoot."

She takes a deep breath before she starts. "I would like to state that if you never wanna see or speak to me again after you hear all this I completely understand, because it's a lot and you're probably gonna hate me afterwards and—"

"Em, please, stop." I cut her off, unable to deal with any more of her self deprecating rambling. "We're gonna have to get married before you continue so I can claim marital privilege."

"Wait, really?" She drops the ice pack to the counter as her eyes widen at my words. We've only just recently started talking about marriage being an option because I wanted to wait for her to be ready for it. "Seriously? You wanna marry me before I tell you all this?"

"Really, sweets." I smile, reaching out to cup her cheeks. "I love you and nothing could ever make me hate you! Shit, you could be the fucking leader of the Furies and I would still only see my Emory. I even have a ring upstairs."

"No you don't." She chuckles nervously.

"Oh, I do, trust me." I lean towards her and place a small kiss on her lips. They're chapped but warm. She leans forward as well, tilting her head slightly. We pull apart with a soft chuckle.

"So should we get you that ring and then go tell Bob and Birdie?" I smile.

"Yeah. Yeah I think we should." She nods before looking back at me. "You wanna help me clean up?" I laugh as I grab a washcloth to clean up the rest of the blood.

Once she was cleaned up and changed into some new clothes, we made our way across the shared yard to the Floyd household.

"I doubt they're even still up." Emory mutters as I knock on the door. "I mean seriously, it's 4 am. They wouldn't still be up, would they?"

"Not that I can tell." I frown and look back toward Em. "Let's see." We both peer inside the house through a window and we both see that the lights are still on, albeit dimly. Suddenly, the door opens to reveal Bob, his eyes already tired and his glasses fogged up from sleep. His hair was rumpled as if he had been running his hands through as his vision focused on us.

"Hey, what are you guys doing here so late?"

"We need to talk to you guys." I answer as Emory nods.

"About what?" The tone in his voice indicates that he isn't buying into anything. He's definitely suspicious of us.

"Nothing important." I lie and Emory quickly steps in.

"But you should go get Birdie."

"If it's enough for the both of you to interrupt mine and Birdie's sleep schedules, then it is important." Bob sighs, "Come on in." He gestures us in before locking the door and heading towards his bedroom where Birdie was surely sound asleep.

It's a few minutes before we hear the tell tale signs of Emory's best friend running down the hallway.

"Em! Are you okay?" The brunette girl drops beside her friend, checking her over for injuries. "Should I call…?"

"I'm fine Bird, everything is okay now." Em assures her and I could see Birdie's shoulders visibly relax before she reaches for a pillow.

"Then where the hell have you been?!" The brunette exclaims as she pulls away from her friend, hitting her with the decorative pillow. "I thought you were dead! There was always a chance you were in deep but what the hell?!"

"I'll explain everything later, but we need you to do something for us first." Emory smiles softly, pulling the pillow from Birdie's hands. Both Birdie and Bob look at us confused as I move to the seat next to Em.

"We're getting married tomorrow." I say.

"Oh." Bob answers shocked.

"Oh? Oh my god! Finally!" Birdie jumps up cheering. "Wait! Why tomorrow?"

"I might've fucked up on which door I knocked on again." Emory giggles. I laugh with her, Birdie just stares blankly at us before she speaks.

"So you're gonna...?"

"After the wedding, he wants marital privilege." Em answers.

"Oh well then by all means Mr. Seresin, dive in head first!" Birdie replies, laughing. "Break her heart after this, they won't find your body."

"I'm gonna kill you someday Birdie." Emory mumbles.

"No you won't." Birdie blows her a kiss. "Now you get the guest room." She says, pulling Emory from the couch and pushing her down the hall. "And you get to go home and sleep alone!" She says, looking at me.

"But..."

"It's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding. Now get out of my house." Birdie ushers me towards the door.

"Ya know we could've done it in secret." I tell her.

"Then you'd be dead. Night Jake!" She smiles before closing her front door and locking it.

With that I turned, headed towards home. I felt slightly lightheaded and giddy; I couldn't believe it actually happened. I didn't feel scared or worried, but I guess I should have. I knew I loved Emory and nothing could change that, why would she even think that anything would? As I thought about these things walking through my front door, I glanced at the clock, noting the brightly shining 4:36 am. The courthouse opens at 8, sleeping now would only make us late so I walked to the living room and threw on the morning news.

Our wedding, although a simple one at the courthouse with only Bob and Birdie present was perfect. I never needed the fancy suit, the white gown, and the big wedding to prove that I loved her. Seeing her stand before me with the ring I've been holding onto for a year was more than enough. Bob and Birdie treated us to breakfast before heading back to their house. And then Emory tells me everything. And I mean everything.

I sit in shock on the loveseat as Em paces across the living room from me. Birdie's in the kitchen making drinks and Bob speaks up from his seat on the other couch.

"Well thank fuck someone else knows." He sighs, relaxing into his chair.

"I'm sorry, WHAT?!" I shouted, turning to who I thought was my best friend. "You knew they were doing this?"

"Why else do you think there was never any definite trail linking them to any of the crimes? I've been busting my ass around the clock out here!" Bob defends. "Nat and I can't take it anymore!" Bob immediately slaps a hand over his mouth. My eyes widen, if possible, more than they already were.

"Nat knows?!"

"BOB!" Both Emory and Birdie shout.

"Am I the only one who didn't know?" I question, my eyes trailing between the girls.

"Uhhh, Jake. Let's talk more tomorrow after we've consummated our marriage and can't have it annulled." Em chuckles softly and I already know the answer. Everyone, everyone knew before me.

"Did everyone know before me?"

"At least Cyclone doesn't know. Especially about—" Bob is cut off again by his wife who's abandoned the drinks.

"Robert!"

"The dam is broken, Birdie. There's no turning back now!"

"I knew we should've let Psyche make him sign the NDA." Emory sighs, groaning as she drops into a seat.

"Well I figured he feared his wife more." Birdie shrugs.

"And I do!" Bob jumps up, trying to defend himself. "I don't fear jail because I know what you bunch are capable of."

"Robert Floyd! Did you only marry me cause you thought I'd kill you?!" Birdie shouts, turning to glare at her husband.

"No! I love you! I do!" Bob panics, trying to dig out of the hole he got himself in. "But I definitely don't wanna be on the receiving end of one of Em's special recipes."

"BOB!!!" Em, Birdie, and hell even I shouted at him, knowing that was definitely something he was not supposed to tell me.

"I'm gonna go shower now." Bob mutters, walking towards the master bedroom.

"I swear I'm gonna—"

"Let us leave before you go all Hera on his ass." Em laughs as she pulls me to the front door. I'm still processing everything she told me as we enter our home.

My girlfriend—my wife— is THE Persephone, the leader of the Furies. The woman who has been avoiding capture at my hand for years now. The love of my life is who I've been chasing this entire time. Holy shit.

"You okay over there?" Her voice drags me from my thoughts. I look up to see her staring at me expectantly.

"I'm okay, I think?"

"Are you asking me if you are okay?" She laughs, stepping up to me. Her hazel eyes still sparkle the way they always have, but especially since she now has the diamond ring I got paired with her now. This is still my Emory, not the known vigilante that I've been hunting for years.

"No. I'm okay." I smile at her.

"So... the handcuffs are still for in the bedroom and not for arresting me right?" She asks, smiling as she slowly pulls me towards our room. It's only then that I realize how painfully hard I am.

"Please stop talking. My dick is hard and I'm so confused as to why." Emory laughs at my statement, stopping in her tracks as she snorts, doubling over from her laughter. "This isn't funny Em! I'm conflicted!"

As she calms down she looks up at me with lust filled eyes. "At least you know that I don't entirely hate you for all the times you shot at me." She shrugs casually and walks into the room leaving me standing there in shock, her hips swaying a little more.

Then it hits me. Some of the nights that we had the greatest sex— it was right after I had a shootout with the Furies. She would jump me the minute we were both home and my god—

"Don't you dare start without me, sweets!"

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