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❤️🔥⛪Intro Post⛪❤️🔥
Hiya, you can call me Tomcat, Cat, Kitty, Doll, Dolly, Dollie, or Siren.
My pronouns are He/It, and my terms are masc, neutral, fem, and nonhuman.
If you get off to anything I post, please tell me <3 I'm nosy. An anon simply containing "🐚" works as shorthand.
★My plushsona
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Matt tossed and turned for a while. A bit too much happened for his brain to keep calm, to let him just fall asleep. The storm raged on outside.
Eventually, his thoughts turned to one of the other priests. It was a terrible idea, but... he wasn't sure how else to distract himself. Might at least tire himself out enough to sleep.
He got up, quietly making his way towards the bedroom of father Agni. He hesitantly cracked the door open, looking inside.
- @starving-craving
The room was modest, much like Samael's, though Agni had a few cardboard boxes here and there. Agni had been laying in bed, scrolling on his phone, when he heard his bedroom door open. A knowing smirk formed on his lips, and he sat up.
"Well, looks like someone changed their mind. Come inside."
Matt came inside, quietly closing the door and coming over to the bed. He stood over Agni, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the lighter room. "What did you want?"
"You, obviously. It's not often I have someone waltz right into the rectory and stay the night. I can't help but think you're a gift. The perfect secret rendezvous. If you'll have me, of course."
He stood, and placed his hand on Matt's chest. "And you can, have me. Any way you like. I'll be yours for the night."
"It's really against the rules, isn't it?" Matt muttered lowly, one of his hands resting on Agni's hip. "You're a priest, and all. And I'm no gift, I eat pretty men." He chuckled breathily, leaning in to tease the other's neck with his fangs, pressing them just lightly enoguh to avoid breaking the skin.
The sensation of teeth made Agni shiver. "Your canines are sharp..."
He wrapped his arms around Matt's neck, and pressed into him. He was already half-mast from the promise of sex.
"I'm a virgin, but I've gotten plenty of practice on my own. I prepped, too," he informed as he tried to pull Matt down onto the bed with him.
Matt laughed quietly, licking a teasing stripe up Agni's neck. "Oh, did you now?" He let the other pull him down, easily stradding him and pinning him to the bed.
He looked down at him consideringly, grinning. "What if I'll want a favor for this, hm?" He asked, trailing a finger down Agni's side.
"Anything," he gasped, arching his back into Matt's touch.
Uncontained lust burned in Agni's eyes, his cock now throbbing eagerly against his pants.
"Good." Matt laughed, grinding against Agni's crotch. He couldn't deny starting to get hard too, seeing this amount of desperation in the priest.
Then, he suddenly pulled away, denying Agni any more friction. "Where can I bite you?"
Agni sputtered a bit at the question, but then Matt's meaning sunk in, and Agni went fully hard. "A-Anywhere that doesn't show," he squeaked out.
He whimpered as his body begged for more friction, but he tried to be good and stay still for Matt.
"Thighs?" Matt ran his hand up one of Agni's legs, feeling it up. "I just need a little blood sarcrifice. It'll make me a better lover too."
Agni giggled. "Well, who am I to deny some strange aphrodisiac blood ritual."
He shimmied his pj pants past his hips and spread his legs apart to give Matt room to kneel between them.
Matt eagerly took a seat between Agni's ankles, leaning down to kiss the skin of his thigh. "How lovely." He muttered, biting into it without hesitation. He wasn't starving, his hunger was barely a tug in the back of his brain, but he wouldn't refuse an opportunity like this.
Agni let out a pleasured moan, the submission of letting someone drink his blood getting him worked up. He leaked a little from the tip, and whimpered as Matt sucked and lapped at the open wound.
"Quiet." Matt murmured between licks, gripping Agni's thigh for more blood flow. He took a while to finish, licking the wound to let it close and pulling away. His eyes were already starting to cloud over with need. "Got a rubber? I usually have one, but I didn't grab my jeans when I was leaving."
"Ah, fuck, um... I might? I-I just bought it back in the day when I didn't have any proper toys... Uh, might be expired too- maybe using those is a bad idea..."
He frowned, trying to think of other options. "You sure you don't have any?"
Matt winced. "Probably not." He agreed, then shook his head at the question. "I came here in my pajamas, I didn't have time to grab anything." He frowned, trying to think of any solution.
"I- I mean, I washed, and I'm clean for any STIs... Uh, what about you?"
He felt a little awkward leaving his legs open for this conversation.
Matt tossed and turned for a while. A bit too much happened for his brain to keep calm, to let him just fall asleep. The storm raged on outside.
Eventually, his thoughts turned to one of the other priests. It was a terrible idea, but... he wasn't sure how else to distract himself. Might at least tire himself out enough to sleep.
He got up, quietly making his way towards the bedroom of father Agni. He hesitantly cracked the door open, looking inside.
- @starving-craving
The room was modest, much like Samael's, though Agni had a few cardboard boxes here and there. Agni had been laying in bed, scrolling on his phone, when he heard his bedroom door open. A knowing smirk formed on his lips, and he sat up.
"Well, looks like someone changed their mind. Come inside."
Matt came inside, quietly closing the door and coming over to the bed. He stood over Agni, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the lighter room. "What did you want?"
"You, obviously. It's not often I have someone waltz right into the rectory and stay the night. I can't help but think you're a gift. The perfect secret rendezvous. If you'll have me, of course."
He stood, and placed his hand on Matt's chest. "And you can, have me. Any way you like. I'll be yours for the night."
"It's really against the rules, isn't it?" Matt muttered lowly, one of his hands resting on Agni's hip. "You're a priest, and all. And I'm no gift, I eat pretty men." He chuckled breathily, leaning in to tease the other's neck with his fangs, pressing them just lightly enoguh to avoid breaking the skin.
The sensation of teeth made Agni shiver. "Your canines are sharp..."
He wrapped his arms around Matt's neck, and pressed into him. He was already half-mast from the promise of sex.
"I'm a virgin, but I've gotten plenty of practice on my own. I prepped, too," he informed as he tried to pull Matt down onto the bed with him.
Matt laughed quietly, licking a teasing stripe up Agni's neck. "Oh, did you now?" He let the other pull him down, easily stradding him and pinning him to the bed.
He looked down at him consideringly, grinning. "What if I'll want a favor for this, hm?" He asked, trailing a finger down Agni's side.
"Anything," he gasped, arching his back into Matt's touch.
Uncontained lust burned in Agni's eyes, his cock now throbbing eagerly against his pants.
"Good." Matt laughed, grinding against Agni's crotch. He couldn't deny starting to get hard too, seeing this amount of desperation in the priest.
Then, he suddenly pulled away, denying Agni any more friction. "Where can I bite you?"
Agni sputtered a bit at the question, but then Matt's meaning sunk in, and Agni went fully hard. "A-Anywhere that doesn't show," he squeaked out.
He whimpered as his body begged for more friction, but he tried to be good and stay still for Matt.
"Thighs?" Matt ran his hand up one of Agni's legs, feeling it up. "I just need a little blood sarcrifice. It'll make me a better lover too."
Agni giggled. "Well, who am I to deny some strange aphrodisiac blood ritual."
He shimmied his pj pants past his hips and spread his legs apart to give Matt room to kneel between them.
Matt eagerly took a seat between Agni's ankles, leaning down to kiss the skin of his thigh. "How lovely." He muttered, biting into it without hesitation. He wasn't starving, his hunger was barely a tug in the back of his brain, but he wouldn't refuse an opportunity like this.
Agni let out a pleasured moan, the submission of letting someone drink his blood getting him worked up. He leaked a little from the tip, and whimpered as Matt sucked and lapped at the open wound.
"Quiet." Matt murmured between licks, gripping Agni's thigh for more blood flow. He took a while to finish, licking the wound to let it close and pulling away. His eyes were already starting to cloud over with need. "Got a rubber? I usually have one, but I didn't grab my jeans when I was leaving."
"Ah, fuck, um... I might? I-I just bought it back in the day when I didn't have any proper toys... Uh, might be expired too- maybe using those is a bad idea..."
He frowned, trying to think of other options. "You sure you don't have any?"
Matt tossed and turned for a while. A bit too much happened for his brain to keep calm, to let him just fall asleep. The storm raged on outside.
Eventually, his thoughts turned to one of the other priests. It was a terrible idea, but... he wasn't sure how else to distract himself. Might at least tire himself out enough to sleep.
He got up, quietly making his way towards the bedroom of father Agni. He hesitantly cracked the door open, looking inside.
- @starving-craving
The room was modest, much like Samael's, though Agni had a few cardboard boxes here and there. Agni had been laying in bed, scrolling on his phone, when he heard his bedroom door open. A knowing smirk formed on his lips, and he sat up.
"Well, looks like someone changed their mind. Come inside."
Matt came inside, quietly closing the door and coming over to the bed. He stood over Agni, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the lighter room. "What did you want?"
"You, obviously. It's not often I have someone waltz right into the rectory and stay the night. I can't help but think you're a gift. The perfect secret rendezvous. If you'll have me, of course."
He stood, and placed his hand on Matt's chest. "And you can, have me. Any way you like. I'll be yours for the night."
"It's really against the rules, isn't it?" Matt muttered lowly, one of his hands resting on Agni's hip. "You're a priest, and all. And I'm no gift, I eat pretty men." He chuckled breathily, leaning in to tease the other's neck with his fangs, pressing them just lightly enoguh to avoid breaking the skin.
The sensation of teeth made Agni shiver. "Your canines are sharp..."
He wrapped his arms around Matt's neck, and pressed into him. He was already half-mast from the promise of sex.
"I'm a virgin, but I've gotten plenty of practice on my own. I prepped, too," he informed as he tried to pull Matt down onto the bed with him.
Matt laughed quietly, licking a teasing stripe up Agni's neck. "Oh, did you now?" He let the other pull him down, easily stradding him and pinning him to the bed.
He looked down at him consideringly, grinning. "What if I'll want a favor for this, hm?" He asked, trailing a finger down Agni's side.
"Anything," he gasped, arching his back into Matt's touch.
Uncontained lust burned in Agni's eyes, his cock now throbbing eagerly against his pants.
"Good." Matt laughed, grinding against Agni's crotch. He couldn't deny starting to get hard too, seeing this amount of desperation in the priest.
Then, he suddenly pulled away, denying Agni any more friction. "Where can I bite you?"
Agni sputtered a bit at the question, but then Matt's meaning sunk in, and Agni went fully hard. "A-Anywhere that doesn't show," he squeaked out.
He whimpered as his body begged for more friction, but he tried to be good and stay still for Matt.
"Thighs?" Matt ran his hand up one of Agni's legs, feeling it up. "I just need a little blood sarcrifice. It'll make me a better lover too."
Agni giggled. "Well, who am I to deny some strange aphrodisiac blood ritual."
He shimmied his pj pants past his hips and spread his legs apart to give Matt room to kneel between them.
Matt eagerly took a seat between Agni's ankles, leaning down to kiss the skin of his thigh. "How lovely." He muttered, biting into it without hesitation. He wasn't starving, his hunger was barely a tug in the back of his brain, but he wouldn't refuse an opportunity like this.
Agni let out a pleasured moan, the submission of letting someone drink his blood getting him worked up. He leaked a little from the tip, and whimpered as Matt sucked and lapped at the open wound.
Matt tossed and turned for a while. A bit too much happened for his brain to keep calm, to let him just fall asleep. The storm raged on outside.
Eventually, his thoughts turned to one of the other priests. It was a terrible idea, but... he wasn't sure how else to distract himself. Might at least tire himself out enough to sleep.
He got up, quietly making his way towards the bedroom of father Agni. He hesitantly cracked the door open, looking inside.
- @starving-craving
The room was modest, much like Samael's, though Agni had a few cardboard boxes here and there. Agni had been laying in bed, scrolling on his phone, when he heard his bedroom door open. A knowing smirk formed on his lips, and he sat up.
"Well, looks like someone changed their mind. Come inside."
Matt came inside, quietly closing the door and coming over to the bed. He stood over Agni, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the lighter room. "What did you want?"
"You, obviously. It's not often I have someone waltz right into the rectory and stay the night. I can't help but think you're a gift. The perfect secret rendezvous. If you'll have me, of course."
He stood, and placed his hand on Matt's chest. "And you can, have me. Any way you like. I'll be yours for the night."
"It's really against the rules, isn't it?" Matt muttered lowly, one of his hands resting on Agni's hip. "You're a priest, and all. And I'm no gift, I eat pretty men." He chuckled breathily, leaning in to tease the other's neck with his fangs, pressing them just lightly enoguh to avoid breaking the skin.
The sensation of teeth made Agni shiver. "Your canines are sharp..."
He wrapped his arms around Matt's neck, and pressed into him. He was already half-mast from the promise of sex.
"I'm a virgin, but I've gotten plenty of practice on my own. I prepped, too," he informed as he tried to pull Matt down onto the bed with him.
Matt laughed quietly, licking a teasing stripe up Agni's neck. "Oh, did you now?" He let the other pull him down, easily stradding him and pinning him to the bed.
He looked down at him consideringly, grinning. "What if I'll want a favor for this, hm?" He asked, trailing a finger down Agni's side.
"Anything," he gasped, arching his back into Matt's touch.
Uncontained lust burned in Agni's eyes, his cock now throbbing eagerly against his pants.
"Good." Matt laughed, grinding against Agni's crotch. He couldn't deny starting to get hard too, seeing this amount of desperation in the priest.
Then, he suddenly pulled away, denying Agni any more friction. "Where can I bite you?"
Agni sputtered a bit at the question, but then Matt's meaning sunk in, and Agni went fully hard. "A-Anywhere that doesn't show," he squeaked out.
He whimpered as his body begged for more friction, but he tried to be good and stay still for Matt.
"Thighs?" Matt ran his hand up one of Agni's legs, feeling it up. "I just need a little blood sarcrifice. It'll make me a better lover too."
Agni giggled. "Well, who am I to deny some strange aphrodisiac blood ritual."
He shimmied his pj pants past his hips and spread his legs apart to give Matt room to kneel between them.
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Say, Father Agni… I’ve been wondering what someone might look like wearing only their clerical collar. I always thought the rest of the outfit was a bit excessive. Concealed too much.
I don’t suppose you could show me what that’d look like, could you? It’d be very much appreciated.
I'm always happy to help out a follower<3
Are these satisfactory?
Matt tossed and turned for a while. A bit too much happened for his brain to keep calm, to let him just fall asleep. The storm raged on outside.
Eventually, his thoughts turned to one of the other priests. It was a terrible idea, but... he wasn't sure how else to distract himself. Might at least tire himself out enough to sleep.
He got up, quietly making his way towards the bedroom of father Agni. He hesitantly cracked the door open, looking inside.
- @starving-craving
The room was modest, much like Samael's, though Agni had a few cardboard boxes here and there. Agni had been laying in bed, scrolling on his phone, when he heard his bedroom door open. A knowing smirk formed on his lips, and he sat up.
"Well, looks like someone changed their mind. Come inside."
Matt came inside, quietly closing the door and coming over to the bed. He stood over Agni, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the lighter room. "What did you want?"
"You, obviously. It's not often I have someone waltz right into the rectory and stay the night. I can't help but think you're a gift. The perfect secret rendezvous. If you'll have me, of course."
He stood, and placed his hand on Matt's chest. "And you can, have me. Any way you like. I'll be yours for the night."
"It's really against the rules, isn't it?" Matt muttered lowly, one of his hands resting on Agni's hip. "You're a priest, and all. And I'm no gift, I eat pretty men." He chuckled breathily, leaning in to tease the other's neck with his fangs, pressing them just lightly enoguh to avoid breaking the skin.
The sensation of teeth made Agni shiver. "Your canines are sharp..."
He wrapped his arms around Matt's neck, and pressed into him. He was already half-mast from the promise of sex.
"I'm a virgin, but I've gotten plenty of practice on my own. I prepped, too," he informed as he tried to pull Matt down onto the bed with him.
Matt laughed quietly, licking a teasing stripe up Agni's neck. "Oh, did you now?" He let the other pull him down, easily stradding him and pinning him to the bed.
He looked down at him consideringly, grinning. "What if I'll want a favor for this, hm?" He asked, trailing a finger down Agni's side.
"Anything," he gasped, arching his back into Matt's touch.
Uncontained lust burned in Agni's eyes, his cock now throbbing eagerly against his pants.
"Good." Matt laughed, grinding against Agni's crotch. He couldn't deny starting to get hard too, seeing this amount of desperation in the priest.
Then, he suddenly pulled away, denying Agni any more friction. "Where can I bite you?"
Agni sputtered a bit at the question, but then Matt's meaning sunk in, and Agni went fully hard. "A-Anywhere that doesn't show," he squeaked out.
He whimpered as his body begged for more friction, but he tried to be good and stay still for Matt.
Matt tossed and turned for a while. A bit too much happened for his brain to keep calm, to let him just fall asleep. The storm raged on outside.
Eventually, his thoughts turned to one of the other priests. It was a terrible idea, but... he wasn't sure how else to distract himself. Might at least tire himself out enough to sleep.
He got up, quietly making his way towards the bedroom of father Agni. He hesitantly cracked the door open, looking inside.
- @starving-craving
The room was modest, much like Samael's, though Agni had a few cardboard boxes here and there. Agni had been laying in bed, scrolling on his phone, when he heard his bedroom door open. A knowing smirk formed on his lips, and he sat up.
"Well, looks like someone changed their mind. Come inside."
Matt came inside, quietly closing the door and coming over to the bed. He stood over Agni, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the lighter room. "What did you want?"
"You, obviously. It's not often I have someone waltz right into the rectory and stay the night. I can't help but think you're a gift. The perfect secret rendezvous. If you'll have me, of course."
He stood, and placed his hand on Matt's chest. "And you can, have me. Any way you like. I'll be yours for the night."
"It's really against the rules, isn't it?" Matt muttered lowly, one of his hands resting on Agni's hip. "You're a priest, and all. And I'm no gift, I eat pretty men." He chuckled breathily, leaning in to tease the other's neck with his fangs, pressing them just lightly enoguh to avoid breaking the skin.
The sensation of teeth made Agni shiver. "Your canines are sharp..."
He wrapped his arms around Matt's neck, and pressed into him. He was already half-mast from the promise of sex.
"I'm a virgin, but I've gotten plenty of practice on my own. I prepped, too," he informed as he tried to pull Matt down onto the bed with him.
Matt laughed quietly, licking a teasing stripe up Agni's neck. "Oh, did you now?" He let the other pull him down, easily stradding him and pinning him to the bed.
He looked down at him consideringly, grinning. "What if I'll want a favor for this, hm?" He asked, trailing a finger down Agni's side.
"Anything," he gasped, arching his back into Matt's touch.
Uncontained lust burned in Agni's eyes, his cock now throbbing eagerly against his pants.
Matt tossed and turned for a while. A bit too much happened for his brain to keep calm, to let him just fall asleep. The storm raged on outside.
Eventually, his thoughts turned to one of the other priests. It was a terrible idea, but... he wasn't sure how else to distract himself. Might at least tire himself out enough to sleep.
He got up, quietly making his way towards the bedroom of father Agni. He hesitantly cracked the door open, looking inside.
- @starving-craving
The room was modest, much like Samael's, though Agni had a few cardboard boxes here and there. Agni had been laying in bed, scrolling on his phone, when he heard his bedroom door open. A knowing smirk formed on his lips, and he sat up.
"Well, looks like someone changed their mind. Come inside."
Matt came inside, quietly closing the door and coming over to the bed. He stood over Agni, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the lighter room. "What did you want?"
"You, obviously. It's not often I have someone waltz right into the rectory and stay the night. I can't help but think you're a gift. The perfect secret rendezvous. If you'll have me, of course."
He stood, and placed his hand on Matt's chest. "And you can, have me. Any way you like. I'll be yours for the night."
"It's really against the rules, isn't it?" Matt muttered lowly, one of his hands resting on Agni's hip. "You're a priest, and all. And I'm no gift, I eat pretty men." He chuckled breathily, leaning in to tease the other's neck with his fangs, pressing them just lightly enoguh to avoid breaking the skin.
The sensation of teeth made Agni shiver. "Your canines are sharp..."
He wrapped his arms around Matt's neck, and pressed into him. He was already half-mast from the promise of sex.
"I'm a virgin, but I've gotten plenty of practice on my own. I prepped, too," he informed as he tried to pull Matt down onto the bed with him.
Matt tossed and turned for a while. A bit too much happened for his brain to keep calm, to let him just fall asleep. The storm raged on outside.
Eventually, his thoughts turned to one of the other priests. It was a terrible idea, but... he wasn't sure how else to distract himself. Might at least tire himself out enough to sleep.
He got up, quietly making his way towards the bedroom of father Agni. He hesitantly cracked the door open, looking inside.
- @starving-craving
The room was modest, much like Samael's, though Agni had a few cardboard boxes here and there. Agni had been laying in bed, scrolling on his phone, when he heard his bedroom door open. A knowing smirk formed on his lips, and he sat up.
"Well, looks like someone changed their mind. Come inside."
Matt came inside, quietly closing the door and coming over to the bed. He stood over Agni, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the lighter room. "What did you want?"
"You, obviously. It's not often I have someone waltz right into the rectory and stay the night. I can't help but think you're a gift. The perfect secret rendezvous. If you'll have me, of course."
He stood, and placed his hand on Matt's chest. "And you can, have me. Any way you like. I'll be yours for the night."
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Matt tossed and turned for a while. A bit too much happened for his brain to keep calm, to let him just fall asleep. The storm raged on outside.
Eventually, his thoughts turned to one of the other priests. It was a terrible idea, but... he wasn't sure how else to distract himself. Might at least tire himself out enough to sleep.
He got up, quietly making his way towards the bedroom of father Agni. He hesitantly cracked the door open, looking inside.
- @starving-craving
The room was modest, much like Samael's, though Agni had a few cardboard boxes here and there. Agni had been laying in bed, scrolling on his phone, when he heard his bedroom door open. A knowing smirk formed on his lips, and he sat up.
"Well, looks like someone changed their mind. Come inside."
It took another week for Matt to show up at church.
Specifically, he showed up right before midnight, while a storm was raging outside. He rang the doorbell to the rectory several times, leaning against the wall to keep himself upright and hugging himself for warmth. He was soaked, wearing just a worn tee and some shorts despite the cold weather.
-@starving-craving
A priest that Matt didn't recognize came to the door, and blinked in confusion.
"Uh- he- hello? What on Earth are you doing out here in the rain? Good heavens... come inside, you're drenched."
The priest opened the door wider, to show Father Samael and another priest playing a card game together.
Matt almost bolted when he saw the unfamiliar priest in the door, but the cold of the outside was a bit too much to bear. He gave him a shaky smile, hesitantly entering as the door was opened. "Thank you. I'm sorry, I got kicked out, I didn't know where else to go..." He explained, his voice bordering on frantic.
Samael stopped what he was doing when he heard Matt's voice. He rushed out of his seat, abandoning all decorum and hopes of remaining dry with this rain to pull Matt into a hug.
"Matt! Oh my goodness, you're soaked! Oh, but I'm so glad you're back. I thought you'd been scared away for good."
The confused stares of the other two priests made Samael pull away, clearing his throat. "Ah- right- uh, Matt, this is Father Percival and Father Agni. Friends of mine in the rectory."
Matt froze up at first, but after a couple seconds nearly collapsed against Samael. The priest was so much warmer than him, so much more alive- aaand he pulled away.
Matt quickly straightened up, trying and failing to look presentable as he gave the other two a polite smile. "It's, er, it's nice to meet you." He'd left patches of water in the front of Samael's clothes.
Father Agni, the one who'd opened the door, gave a wave. Percival nodded in acknowledgement, and spoke up.
"Matt, I don't suppose you'd like to join us playing cards? We can get you a nice, warm blanket and let you dry off that way. Then you can tell us what you're doing here."
Matt hesitated. He wasn't great at playing, but it would be rude to refuse. And being rude was the dumbest thing he could do right now. "That sounds great... thank you." He nodded, hugging himself to keep his hands busy.
Samael went to get Matt's blanket, and sat beside him with an arm around his waist to warm him up.
"Father Percival, how about we start a new game? Go fish is nice and simple. Father Agni, come sit and join us again."
Samael took the cards and shuffled, then spread them out on the coffee table. He took his cards, then leaned back to let the others pick theirs.
Matt wrapped himself up, leaning against Samael heavily to steal some more warmth. He motioned for the other priests to pick their cards, taking what was left once they did. He wasn't really eager to talk on his own anytime soon, just focusing on not getting any colder for now.
The game played out with Percival being the winner, with the other two griping half-heartedly that he must be cheating because he'd been winning almost every round for months. Percival just seemed smug and called them both sore losers.
Percival nodded to Matt, and asked, "So, now that you've had time to warm up, would you like to tell us what you're doing here?"
Matt did pretty decently, though his head wasn't really in the game. He did relax some over the course of the game, somehow leaning against father Samael even more.
He looked up once the question came up, but quickly averted his eyes. "I had a fight with my roommates, and they kicked me out. I should be fine to come back in a couple days, but it's so awful outside I just needed to get somewhere safe."
Samael's eyes fell on Matt, creased in sympathy. "We can let him stay for the night, can't we? It's pouring out there."
Percival seemed unsure, but Agni answered, "Sure! He could stay on the couch, or even with me if that gets uncomfortable." Samael's grip tightened on Matt's side.
Matt looked surprised by father Agni's proposal, but shook his head. "Oh, thank you, but I think the couch will be just fine." He reassured, glancing to where Samael's hand rested. "It looks very comfortable." He added, turning his head to the couch. He was careful not to let his fangs show as he spoke.
Samael nodded. "The couch, then. It'd be inappropriate for any of us to offer our beds, anyway," he pointedly stated, scrutinizing Father Agni's face. His thumb rubbed Matt's waist, though whether the movement was conscious or not was up for debate.
"Probably, yeah..." Matt nodded in agreement. It was probably better he wouldn't be near Samael for so long, even if he wanted to. What if he hurt him again? The touch was making him feel a little dizzy... he'd really missed him.
Samael turned back to Matt. "I'll get you a pillow from my room. Father Agni, would you be so kind as to supply a change of clothes?"
Agni nodded. "Yeah, I can grab something loose-fitting. Let me go look," and he left. Samael got up once Agni was in his own room, like he'd been waiting for a threat to pass.
Matt did his best not to look too disappointed at the loss of contact. He helped gather the cards, setting the deck neatly and unwrapping himself from the blanket as he waited.
Samael brought the pillow and set it on the couch, and Agni set the change of clothes in Matt's lap.
"You can change in my room," Samael offered. Then he went to grab some snacks from the kitchen to set out for the group. He gave Matt a little extra.
"Thank you." Matt gave Agni a faint smile, taking the clothes. He nodded at Samael's offer, heading to his room to change out of his soaked outfit. He came back a couple minutes later, still a little unsteady on his feet, but at least dry now. He looked lost.
Samael gestured to the food he'd left out on the coffee table, then took a bite of his own. "Are you hungry? I brought you extra. I did slice my hand a bit cutting it up, but hopefully that's not a problem."
Samael had worked some of his blood into the food, in case Matt hadn't been eating.
"I am. Thank you..." Matt admitted, sitting down and picking up the food. He took a bite, his expression softening some once he connected the dots. "It's good. I hope your hand's okay?"
"I'll be fine. I can handle a little bleeding," he assured.
The group munched on their snacks in relative silence and comfort, before Samael asked, "Matt, did you happen to bring a toothbrush? If not, I can sanitize mine and let you borrow it."
"Alright." Matt winced at the question. "No, I didn't have time to grab anything. I don't even have my phone right now." He sighed. "So I'll have to take you up on that."
"Alright. Why don't you come with me while I do that so you'll know when I'm done?" Samael stood from his seat and tidied his place on the coffee table in preparation to put his plate in the sink.
"Sounds good." Matt nodded, quickly finishing his food and following Samael. He didn't feel fully comfortable with the other two priests, so he was relieved to have a chance to stay wth Samael instead.
Samael got his toothbrush out of its case, then flicked open the medicine cabinet to grab some hydrogen peroxide. He poured it over the bristles to clean them, and then gave it a thorough rinse with water. No soap, because that'd get stuck between the bristles.
He handed the toothbrush to Matt, and leaned against the door. "You don't mind if I stay, do you?" He was curious about Matt's fangs, of course, but he also wanted to catch Matt alone so they could finally talk.
"Not at all." Matt reassures, nodding gratefully and taking the toothbrush. He got some toothpaste on it, starting to thoroughly brush his teeth. His fangs weren't too long, but they were certainly noticeable, sharp and shiny.
Dressed in the borrowed, oversized clothes and slightly miserable, he looked much softer than he usually did. Only his piercings were trying to keep up his edgy appearance.
Taking in Matt's appearance, Samael's gaze softened.
"You look adorable," he said without thinking.
Matt sputtered, quickly bringing his hand up to catch the foam that dripped from his mouth. He gave Samael a look, leaning down to spit everything out. "Thank- you? I think?"
When he realized his mistake, Samael's cheeks turned red.
"Sorry- I don't know why I said that. It just came out. Uh-"
He took a breath, exhaling through his mouth. "...We should talk."
Matt drank some water directly from the tap, rinsing out his mouth and spitting it out. He then straightened up, wiping his mouth and looking at Samael sadly. "We should."
But where to even start?
Samael thankfully answered that question.
"You ran away. After... what happened. I know I didn't handle things the best, but I never meant to push you away. Doll... She tells me you've talked, and, you felt horrible about what happened. I need you to know that I don't hold it against you."
Samael swallowed saliva. "We all have... moments of weakness. Myself included. I-If I'm being honest, I nearly let you..."
"I was ashamed." Matt said quietly, avoiding Samael's gaze. "You shouldn't try to rationalize it all so much. I hurt you, and I'm really sorry." He sighed shakily.
"Doll's helped me a lot. You were right, we do get along." The pronoun thing was for them to talk out, he would just dodge it for now.
"Now, I'm not sure if you meant you hurt me in terms of taking my blood- which I've already stated I'm perfectly fine with- or wh-when you... uh, came onto me, but I want you to know neither was an... u-unpleasant experience for me."
Samael rubbed his legs together, and clenched his fists at his sides, in preparation for what he was about to admit.
"It's... foolish to pretend like I don't hold some... less than holy feelings toward you, and while my vow of celibacy forbids me from acting on those desires, I don't want to stop interacting with you completely. We're friends, aren't we? At least, I thought we were becoming friends."
"You did call it assault." Matt pointed out, biting his lip. His expression softened some at the admission, but he still looked unsure.
"I thought so too. Listen, I really like you, but I'm worried I'm going to do something wrong again." He sighed. "But I really missed you."
"God, I- I'm so sorry," Samael ran his fingers through his hair as his face took on a pained expression. "I never should have said that. I was feeling horribly guilty for what I almost allowed to happen, and I was grappling for any way to absolve myself of responsibility. I threw you under the bus so I wouldn't have to acknowledge how I didn't put in a genuine effort to stop you."
He slumped to the floor, elbows set on his knees. "...I missed you too. I'm so sorry. Please don't go again."
"Stop trying to absolve me of this." Matt requested quietly. It couldn't actually be fine. He couldn't have been stewing in guilt for nothing for weeks. "I knew what I was doing was wrong, and that you couldn't agree. The fact that you didn't protest enough or whatever doesn't make me less guilty." He said shakily.
He knelt before Samael, hesitantly offering him a hug. "But I'll stay, if you want me around. I didn't want to go."
Samael pulled Matt into his arms, holding him tight. "I do... want you around. It's a fucking horrible idea but I do. I don't care whose fault it was anymore, I just- I don't want you to scare me like that again. I was so worried for you. Don't ever walk out like that again."
Matt clung to Samael, whimpering quietly against his shoulder. "I'll stay." He swore, pressing his nose into the crook of Samael's neck. "I missed you so damn much."
"I missed you too. I'm glad you're back."
He stroked up and down Matt's upper back as they stayed there, on the floor. Samael still needed to brush his teeth, but he was too busy making up for the time they spent apart to care about that.
Matt took deep breaths, doing his best to keep calm. Things were okay now, even if his brain was still nagging at him.
Eventually, he patted Samael's back. "You should get ready for bed." He said, reluctantly pulling away. "It's late."
With a reluctant groan from both himself and his muscles, he stood and stretched, before heading to the sink himself.
"Good night, Matt. Don't be a stranger, okay?"
It took another week for Matt to show up at church.
Specifically, he showed up right before midnight, while a storm was raging outside. He rang the doorbell to the rectory several times, leaning against the wall to keep himself upright and hugging himself for warmth. He was soaked, wearing just a worn tee and some shorts despite the cold weather.
-@starving-craving
A priest that Matt didn't recognize came to the door, and blinked in confusion.
"Uh- he- hello? What on Earth are you doing out here in the rain? Good heavens... come inside, you're drenched."
The priest opened the door wider, to show Father Samael and another priest playing a card game together.
Matt almost bolted when he saw the unfamiliar priest in the door, but the cold of the outside was a bit too much to bear. He gave him a shaky smile, hesitantly entering as the door was opened. "Thank you. I'm sorry, I got kicked out, I didn't know where else to go..." He explained, his voice bordering on frantic.
Samael stopped what he was doing when he heard Matt's voice. He rushed out of his seat, abandoning all decorum and hopes of remaining dry with this rain to pull Matt into a hug.
"Matt! Oh my goodness, you're soaked! Oh, but I'm so glad you're back. I thought you'd been scared away for good."
The confused stares of the other two priests made Samael pull away, clearing his throat. "Ah- right- uh, Matt, this is Father Percival and Father Agni. Friends of mine in the rectory."
Matt froze up at first, but after a couple seconds nearly collapsed against Samael. The priest was so much warmer than him, so much more alive- aaand he pulled away.
Matt quickly straightened up, trying and failing to look presentable as he gave the other two a polite smile. "It's, er, it's nice to meet you." He'd left patches of water in the front of Samael's clothes.
Father Agni, the one who'd opened the door, gave a wave. Percival nodded in acknowledgement, and spoke up.
"Matt, I don't suppose you'd like to join us playing cards? We can get you a nice, warm blanket and let you dry off that way. Then you can tell us what you're doing here."
Matt hesitated. He wasn't great at playing, but it would be rude to refuse. And being rude was the dumbest thing he could do right now. "That sounds great... thank you." He nodded, hugging himself to keep his hands busy.
Samael went to get Matt's blanket, and sat beside him with an arm around his waist to warm him up.
"Father Percival, how about we start a new game? Go fish is nice and simple. Father Agni, come sit and join us again."
Samael took the cards and shuffled, then spread them out on the coffee table. He took his cards, then leaned back to let the others pick theirs.
Matt wrapped himself up, leaning against Samael heavily to steal some more warmth. He motioned for the other priests to pick their cards, taking what was left once they did. He wasn't really eager to talk on his own anytime soon, just focusing on not getting any colder for now.
The game played out with Percival being the winner, with the other two griping half-heartedly that he must be cheating because he'd been winning almost every round for months. Percival just seemed smug and called them both sore losers.
Percival nodded to Matt, and asked, "So, now that you've had time to warm up, would you like to tell us what you're doing here?"
Matt did pretty decently, though his head wasn't really in the game. He did relax some over the course of the game, somehow leaning against father Samael even more.
He looked up once the question came up, but quickly averted his eyes. "I had a fight with my roommates, and they kicked me out. I should be fine to come back in a couple days, but it's so awful outside I just needed to get somewhere safe."
Samael's eyes fell on Matt, creased in sympathy. "We can let him stay for the night, can't we? It's pouring out there."
Percival seemed unsure, but Agni answered, "Sure! He could stay on the couch, or even with me if that gets uncomfortable." Samael's grip tightened on Matt's side.
Matt looked surprised by father Agni's proposal, but shook his head. "Oh, thank you, but I think the couch will be just fine." He reassured, glancing to where Samael's hand rested. "It looks very comfortable." He added, turning his head to the couch. He was careful not to let his fangs show as he spoke.
Samael nodded. "The couch, then. It'd be inappropriate for any of us to offer our beds, anyway," he pointedly stated, scrutinizing Father Agni's face. His thumb rubbed Matt's waist, though whether the movement was conscious or not was up for debate.
"Probably, yeah..." Matt nodded in agreement. It was probably better he wouldn't be near Samael for so long, even if he wanted to. What if he hurt him again? The touch was making him feel a little dizzy... he'd really missed him.
Samael turned back to Matt. "I'll get you a pillow from my room. Father Agni, would you be so kind as to supply a change of clothes?"
Agni nodded. "Yeah, I can grab something loose-fitting. Let me go look," and he left. Samael got up once Agni was in his own room, like he'd been waiting for a threat to pass.
Matt did his best not to look too disappointed at the loss of contact. He helped gather the cards, setting the deck neatly and unwrapping himself from the blanket as he waited.
Samael brought the pillow and set it on the couch, and Agni set the change of clothes in Matt's lap.
"You can change in my room," Samael offered. Then he went to grab some snacks from the kitchen to set out for the group. He gave Matt a little extra.
"Thank you." Matt gave Agni a faint smile, taking the clothes. He nodded at Samael's offer, heading to his room to change out of his soaked outfit. He came back a couple minutes later, still a little unsteady on his feet, but at least dry now. He looked lost.
Samael gestured to the food he'd left out on the coffee table, then took a bite of his own. "Are you hungry? I brought you extra. I did slice my hand a bit cutting it up, but hopefully that's not a problem."
Samael had worked some of his blood into the food, in case Matt hadn't been eating.
"I am. Thank you..." Matt admitted, sitting down and picking up the food. He took a bite, his expression softening some once he connected the dots. "It's good. I hope your hand's okay?"
"I'll be fine. I can handle a little bleeding," he assured.
The group munched on their snacks in relative silence and comfort, before Samael asked, "Matt, did you happen to bring a toothbrush? If not, I can sanitize mine and let you borrow it."
"Alright." Matt winced at the question. "No, I didn't have time to grab anything. I don't even have my phone right now." He sighed. "So I'll have to take you up on that."
"Alright. Why don't you come with me while I do that so you'll know when I'm done?" Samael stood from his seat and tidied his place on the coffee table in preparation to put his plate in the sink.
"Sounds good." Matt nodded, quickly finishing his food and following Samael. He didn't feel fully comfortable with the other two priests, so he was relieved to have a chance to stay wth Samael instead.
Samael got his toothbrush out of its case, then flicked open the medicine cabinet to grab some hydrogen peroxide. He poured it over the bristles to clean them, and then gave it a thorough rinse with water. No soap, because that'd get stuck between the bristles.
He handed the toothbrush to Matt, and leaned against the door. "You don't mind if I stay, do you?" He was curious about Matt's fangs, of course, but he also wanted to catch Matt alone so they could finally talk.
"Not at all." Matt reassures, nodding gratefully and taking the toothbrush. He got some toothpaste on it, starting to thoroughly brush his teeth. His fangs weren't too long, but they were certainly noticeable, sharp and shiny.
Dressed in the borrowed, oversized clothes and slightly miserable, he looked much softer than he usually did. Only his piercings were trying to keep up his edgy appearance.
Taking in Matt's appearance, Samael's gaze softened.
"You look adorable," he said without thinking.
Matt sputtered, quickly bringing his hand up to catch the foam that dripped from his mouth. He gave Samael a look, leaning down to spit everything out. "Thank- you? I think?"
When he realized his mistake, Samael's cheeks turned red.
"Sorry- I don't know why I said that. It just came out. Uh-"
He took a breath, exhaling through his mouth. "...We should talk."
Matt drank some water directly from the tap, rinsing out his mouth and spitting it out. He then straightened up, wiping his mouth and looking at Samael sadly. "We should."
But where to even start?
Samael thankfully answered that question.
"You ran away. After... what happened. I know I didn't handle things the best, but I never meant to push you away. Doll... She tells me you've talked, and, you felt horrible about what happened. I need you to know that I don't hold it against you."
Samael swallowed saliva. "We all have... moments of weakness. Myself included. I-If I'm being honest, I nearly let you..."
"I was ashamed." Matt said quietly, avoiding Samael's gaze. "You shouldn't try to rationalize it all so much. I hurt you, and I'm really sorry." He sighed shakily.
"Doll's helped me a lot. You were right, we do get along." The pronoun thing was for them to talk out, he would just dodge it for now.
"Now, I'm not sure if you meant you hurt me in terms of taking my blood- which I've already stated I'm perfectly fine with- or wh-when you... uh, came onto me, but I want you to know neither was an... u-unpleasant experience for me."
Samael rubbed his legs together, and clenched his fists at his sides, in preparation for what he was about to admit.
"It's... foolish to pretend like I don't hold some... less than holy feelings toward you, and while my vow of celibacy forbids me from acting on those desires, I don't want to stop interacting with you completely. We're friends, aren't we? At least, I thought we were becoming friends."
"You did call it assault." Matt pointed out, biting his lip. His expression softened some at the admission, but he still looked unsure.
"I thought so too. Listen, I really like you, but I'm worried I'm going to do something wrong again." He sighed. "But I really missed you."
"God, I- I'm so sorry," Samael ran his fingers through his hair as his face took on a pained expression. "I never should have said that. I was feeling horribly guilty for what I almost allowed to happen, and I was grappling for any way to absolve myself of responsibility. I threw you under the bus so I wouldn't have to acknowledge how I didn't put in a genuine effort to stop you."
He slumped to the floor, elbows set on his knees. "...I missed you too. I'm so sorry. Please don't go again."
"Stop trying to absolve me of this." Matt requested quietly. It couldn't actually be fine. He couldn't have been stewing in guilt for nothing for weeks. "I knew what I was doing was wrong, and that you couldn't agree. The fact that you didn't protest enough or whatever doesn't make me less guilty." He said shakily.
He knelt before Samael, hesitantly offering him a hug. "But I'll stay, if you want me around. I didn't want to go."
Samael pulled Matt into his arms, holding him tight. "I do... want you around. It's a fucking horrible idea but I do. I don't care whose fault it was anymore, I just- I don't want you to scare me like that again. I was so worried for you. Don't ever walk out like that again."
Matt clung to Samael, whimpering quietly against his shoulder. "I'll stay." He swore, pressing his nose into the crook of Samael's neck. "I missed you so damn much."
"I missed you too. I'm glad you're back."
He stroked up and down Matt's upper back as they stayed there, on the floor. Samael still needed to brush his teeth, but he was too busy making up for the time they spent apart to care about that.
It took another week for Matt to show up at church.
Specifically, he showed up right before midnight, while a storm was raging outside. He rang the doorbell to the rectory several times, leaning against the wall to keep himself upright and hugging himself for warmth. He was soaked, wearing just a worn tee and some shorts despite the cold weather.
-@starving-craving
A priest that Matt didn't recognize came to the door, and blinked in confusion.
"Uh- he- hello? What on Earth are you doing out here in the rain? Good heavens... come inside, you're drenched."
The priest opened the door wider, to show Father Samael and another priest playing a card game together.
Matt almost bolted when he saw the unfamiliar priest in the door, but the cold of the outside was a bit too much to bear. He gave him a shaky smile, hesitantly entering as the door was opened. "Thank you. I'm sorry, I got kicked out, I didn't know where else to go..." He explained, his voice bordering on frantic.
Samael stopped what he was doing when he heard Matt's voice. He rushed out of his seat, abandoning all decorum and hopes of remaining dry with this rain to pull Matt into a hug.
"Matt! Oh my goodness, you're soaked! Oh, but I'm so glad you're back. I thought you'd been scared away for good."
The confused stares of the other two priests made Samael pull away, clearing his throat. "Ah- right- uh, Matt, this is Father Percival and Father Agni. Friends of mine in the rectory."
Matt froze up at first, but after a couple seconds nearly collapsed against Samael. The priest was so much warmer than him, so much more alive- aaand he pulled away.
Matt quickly straightened up, trying and failing to look presentable as he gave the other two a polite smile. "It's, er, it's nice to meet you." He'd left patches of water in the front of Samael's clothes.
Father Agni, the one who'd opened the door, gave a wave. Percival nodded in acknowledgement, and spoke up.
"Matt, I don't suppose you'd like to join us playing cards? We can get you a nice, warm blanket and let you dry off that way. Then you can tell us what you're doing here."
Matt hesitated. He wasn't great at playing, but it would be rude to refuse. And being rude was the dumbest thing he could do right now. "That sounds great... thank you." He nodded, hugging himself to keep his hands busy.
Samael went to get Matt's blanket, and sat beside him with an arm around his waist to warm him up.
"Father Percival, how about we start a new game? Go fish is nice and simple. Father Agni, come sit and join us again."
Samael took the cards and shuffled, then spread them out on the coffee table. He took his cards, then leaned back to let the others pick theirs.
Matt wrapped himself up, leaning against Samael heavily to steal some more warmth. He motioned for the other priests to pick their cards, taking what was left once they did. He wasn't really eager to talk on his own anytime soon, just focusing on not getting any colder for now.
The game played out with Percival being the winner, with the other two griping half-heartedly that he must be cheating because he'd been winning almost every round for months. Percival just seemed smug and called them both sore losers.
Percival nodded to Matt, and asked, "So, now that you've had time to warm up, would you like to tell us what you're doing here?"
Matt did pretty decently, though his head wasn't really in the game. He did relax some over the course of the game, somehow leaning against father Samael even more.
He looked up once the question came up, but quickly averted his eyes. "I had a fight with my roommates, and they kicked me out. I should be fine to come back in a couple days, but it's so awful outside I just needed to get somewhere safe."
Samael's eyes fell on Matt, creased in sympathy. "We can let him stay for the night, can't we? It's pouring out there."
Percival seemed unsure, but Agni answered, "Sure! He could stay on the couch, or even with me if that gets uncomfortable." Samael's grip tightened on Matt's side.
Matt looked surprised by father Agni's proposal, but shook his head. "Oh, thank you, but I think the couch will be just fine." He reassured, glancing to where Samael's hand rested. "It looks very comfortable." He added, turning his head to the couch. He was careful not to let his fangs show as he spoke.
Samael nodded. "The couch, then. It'd be inappropriate for any of us to offer our beds, anyway," he pointedly stated, scrutinizing Father Agni's face. His thumb rubbed Matt's waist, though whether the movement was conscious or not was up for debate.
"Probably, yeah..." Matt nodded in agreement. It was probably better he wouldn't be near Samael for so long, even if he wanted to. What if he hurt him again? The touch was making him feel a little dizzy... he'd really missed him.
Samael turned back to Matt. "I'll get you a pillow from my room. Father Agni, would you be so kind as to supply a change of clothes?"
Agni nodded. "Yeah, I can grab something loose-fitting. Let me go look," and he left. Samael got up once Agni was in his own room, like he'd been waiting for a threat to pass.
Matt did his best not to look too disappointed at the loss of contact. He helped gather the cards, setting the deck neatly and unwrapping himself from the blanket as he waited.
Samael brought the pillow and set it on the couch, and Agni set the change of clothes in Matt's lap.
"You can change in my room," Samael offered. Then he went to grab some snacks from the kitchen to set out for the group. He gave Matt a little extra.
"Thank you." Matt gave Agni a faint smile, taking the clothes. He nodded at Samael's offer, heading to his room to change out of his soaked outfit. He came back a couple minutes later, still a little unsteady on his feet, but at least dry now. He looked lost.
Samael gestured to the food he'd left out on the coffee table, then took a bite of his own. "Are you hungry? I brought you extra. I did slice my hand a bit cutting it up, but hopefully that's not a problem."
Samael had worked some of his blood into the food, in case Matt hadn't been eating.
"I am. Thank you..." Matt admitted, sitting down and picking up the food. He took a bite, his expression softening some once he connected the dots. "It's good. I hope your hand's okay?"
"I'll be fine. I can handle a little bleeding," he assured.
The group munched on their snacks in relative silence and comfort, before Samael asked, "Matt, did you happen to bring a toothbrush? If not, I can sanitize mine and let you borrow it."
"Alright." Matt winced at the question. "No, I didn't have time to grab anything. I don't even have my phone right now." He sighed. "So I'll have to take you up on that."
"Alright. Why don't you come with me while I do that so you'll know when I'm done?" Samael stood from his seat and tidied his place on the coffee table in preparation to put his plate in the sink.
"Sounds good." Matt nodded, quickly finishing his food and following Samael. He didn't feel fully comfortable with the other two priests, so he was relieved to have a chance to stay wth Samael instead.
Samael got his toothbrush out of its case, then flicked open the medicine cabinet to grab some hydrogen peroxide. He poured it over the bristles to clean them, and then gave it a thorough rinse with water. No soap, because that'd get stuck between the bristles.
He handed the toothbrush to Matt, and leaned against the door. "You don't mind if I stay, do you?" He was curious about Matt's fangs, of course, but he also wanted to catch Matt alone so they could finally talk.
"Not at all." Matt reassures, nodding gratefully and taking the toothbrush. He got some toothpaste on it, starting to thoroughly brush his teeth. His fangs weren't too long, but they were certainly noticeable, sharp and shiny.
Dressed in the borrowed, oversized clothes and slightly miserable, he looked much softer than he usually did. Only his piercings were trying to keep up his edgy appearance.
Taking in Matt's appearance, Samael's gaze softened.
"You look adorable," he said without thinking.
Matt sputtered, quickly bringing his hand up to catch the foam that dripped from his mouth. He gave Samael a look, leaning down to spit everything out. "Thank- you? I think?"
When he realized his mistake, Samael's cheeks turned red.
"Sorry- I don't know why I said that. It just came out. Uh-"
He took a breath, exhaling through his mouth. "...We should talk."
Matt drank some water directly from the tap, rinsing out his mouth and spitting it out. He then straightened up, wiping his mouth and looking at Samael sadly. "We should."
But where to even start?
Samael thankfully answered that question.
"You ran away. After... what happened. I know I didn't handle things the best, but I never meant to push you away. Doll... She tells me you've talked, and, you felt horrible about what happened. I need you to know that I don't hold it against you."
Samael swallowed saliva. "We all have... moments of weakness. Myself included. I-If I'm being honest, I nearly let you..."
"I was ashamed." Matt said quietly, avoiding Samael's gaze. "You shouldn't try to rationalize it all so much. I hurt you, and I'm really sorry." He sighed shakily.
"Doll's helped me a lot. You were right, we do get along." The pronoun thing was for them to talk out, he would just dodge it for now.
"Now, I'm not sure if you meant you hurt me in terms of taking my blood- which I've already stated I'm perfectly fine with- or wh-when you... uh, came onto me, but I want you to know neither was an... u-unpleasant experience for me."
Samael rubbed his legs together, and clenched his fists at his sides, in preparation for what he was about to admit.
"It's... foolish to pretend like I don't hold some... less than holy feelings toward you, and while my vow of celibacy forbids me from acting on those desires, I don't want to stop interacting with you completely. We're friends, aren't we? At least, I thought we were becoming friends."
"You did call it assault." Matt pointed out, biting his lip. His expression softened some at the admission, but he still looked unsure.
"I thought so too. Listen, I really like you, but I'm worried I'm going to do something wrong again." He sighed. "But I really missed you."
"God, I- I'm so sorry," Samael ran his fingers through his hair as his face took on a pained expression. "I never should have said that. I was feeling horribly guilty for what I almost allowed to happen, and I was grappling for any way to absolve myself of responsibility. I threw you under the bus so I wouldn't have to acknowledge how I didn't put in a genuine effort to stop you."
He slumped to the floor, elbows set on his knees. "...I missed you too. I'm so sorry. Please don't go again."
"Stop trying to absolve me of this." Matt requested quietly. It couldn't actually be fine. He couldn't have been stewing in guilt for nothing for weeks. "I knew what I was doing was wrong, and that you couldn't agree. The fact that you didn't protest enough or whatever doesn't make me less guilty." He said shakily.
He knelt before Samael, hesitantly offering him a hug. "But I'll stay, if you want me around. I didn't want to go."
Samael pulled Matt into his arms, holding him tight. "I do... want you around. It's a fucking horrible idea but I do. I don't care whose fault it was anymore, I just- I don't want you to scare me like that again. I was so worried for you. Don't ever walk out like that again."
It took another week for Matt to show up at church.
Specifically, he showed up right before midnight, while a storm was raging outside. He rang the doorbell to the rectory several times, leaning against the wall to keep himself upright and hugging himself for warmth. He was soaked, wearing just a worn tee and some shorts despite the cold weather.
-@starving-craving
A priest that Matt didn't recognize came to the door, and blinked in confusion.
"Uh- he- hello? What on Earth are you doing out here in the rain? Good heavens... come inside, you're drenched."
The priest opened the door wider, to show Father Samael and another priest playing a card game together.
Matt almost bolted when he saw the unfamiliar priest in the door, but the cold of the outside was a bit too much to bear. He gave him a shaky smile, hesitantly entering as the door was opened. "Thank you. I'm sorry, I got kicked out, I didn't know where else to go..." He explained, his voice bordering on frantic.
Samael stopped what he was doing when he heard Matt's voice. He rushed out of his seat, abandoning all decorum and hopes of remaining dry with this rain to pull Matt into a hug.
"Matt! Oh my goodness, you're soaked! Oh, but I'm so glad you're back. I thought you'd been scared away for good."
The confused stares of the other two priests made Samael pull away, clearing his throat. "Ah- right- uh, Matt, this is Father Percival and Father Agni. Friends of mine in the rectory."
Matt froze up at first, but after a couple seconds nearly collapsed against Samael. The priest was so much warmer than him, so much more alive- aaand he pulled away.
Matt quickly straightened up, trying and failing to look presentable as he gave the other two a polite smile. "It's, er, it's nice to meet you." He'd left patches of water in the front of Samael's clothes.
Father Agni, the one who'd opened the door, gave a wave. Percival nodded in acknowledgement, and spoke up.
"Matt, I don't suppose you'd like to join us playing cards? We can get you a nice, warm blanket and let you dry off that way. Then you can tell us what you're doing here."
Matt hesitated. He wasn't great at playing, but it would be rude to refuse. And being rude was the dumbest thing he could do right now. "That sounds great... thank you." He nodded, hugging himself to keep his hands busy.
Samael went to get Matt's blanket, and sat beside him with an arm around his waist to warm him up.
"Father Percival, how about we start a new game? Go fish is nice and simple. Father Agni, come sit and join us again."
Samael took the cards and shuffled, then spread them out on the coffee table. He took his cards, then leaned back to let the others pick theirs.
Matt wrapped himself up, leaning against Samael heavily to steal some more warmth. He motioned for the other priests to pick their cards, taking what was left once they did. He wasn't really eager to talk on his own anytime soon, just focusing on not getting any colder for now.
The game played out with Percival being the winner, with the other two griping half-heartedly that he must be cheating because he'd been winning almost every round for months. Percival just seemed smug and called them both sore losers.
Percival nodded to Matt, and asked, "So, now that you've had time to warm up, would you like to tell us what you're doing here?"
Matt did pretty decently, though his head wasn't really in the game. He did relax some over the course of the game, somehow leaning against father Samael even more.
He looked up once the question came up, but quickly averted his eyes. "I had a fight with my roommates, and they kicked me out. I should be fine to come back in a couple days, but it's so awful outside I just needed to get somewhere safe."
Samael's eyes fell on Matt, creased in sympathy. "We can let him stay for the night, can't we? It's pouring out there."
Percival seemed unsure, but Agni answered, "Sure! He could stay on the couch, or even with me if that gets uncomfortable." Samael's grip tightened on Matt's side.
Matt looked surprised by father Agni's proposal, but shook his head. "Oh, thank you, but I think the couch will be just fine." He reassured, glancing to where Samael's hand rested. "It looks very comfortable." He added, turning his head to the couch. He was careful not to let his fangs show as he spoke.
Samael nodded. "The couch, then. It'd be inappropriate for any of us to offer our beds, anyway," he pointedly stated, scrutinizing Father Agni's face. His thumb rubbed Matt's waist, though whether the movement was conscious or not was up for debate.
"Probably, yeah..." Matt nodded in agreement. It was probably better he wouldn't be near Samael for so long, even if he wanted to. What if he hurt him again? The touch was making him feel a little dizzy... he'd really missed him.
Samael turned back to Matt. "I'll get you a pillow from my room. Father Agni, would you be so kind as to supply a change of clothes?"
Agni nodded. "Yeah, I can grab something loose-fitting. Let me go look," and he left. Samael got up once Agni was in his own room, like he'd been waiting for a threat to pass.
Matt did his best not to look too disappointed at the loss of contact. He helped gather the cards, setting the deck neatly and unwrapping himself from the blanket as he waited.
Samael brought the pillow and set it on the couch, and Agni set the change of clothes in Matt's lap.
"You can change in my room," Samael offered. Then he went to grab some snacks from the kitchen to set out for the group. He gave Matt a little extra.
"Thank you." Matt gave Agni a faint smile, taking the clothes. He nodded at Samael's offer, heading to his room to change out of his soaked outfit. He came back a couple minutes later, still a little unsteady on his feet, but at least dry now. He looked lost.
Samael gestured to the food he'd left out on the coffee table, then took a bite of his own. "Are you hungry? I brought you extra. I did slice my hand a bit cutting it up, but hopefully that's not a problem."
Samael had worked some of his blood into the food, in case Matt hadn't been eating.
"I am. Thank you..." Matt admitted, sitting down and picking up the food. He took a bite, his expression softening some once he connected the dots. "It's good. I hope your hand's okay?"
"I'll be fine. I can handle a little bleeding," he assured.
The group munched on their snacks in relative silence and comfort, before Samael asked, "Matt, did you happen to bring a toothbrush? If not, I can sanitize mine and let you borrow it."
"Alright." Matt winced at the question. "No, I didn't have time to grab anything. I don't even have my phone right now." He sighed. "So I'll have to take you up on that."
"Alright. Why don't you come with me while I do that so you'll know when I'm done?" Samael stood from his seat and tidied his place on the coffee table in preparation to put his plate in the sink.
"Sounds good." Matt nodded, quickly finishing his food and following Samael. He didn't feel fully comfortable with the other two priests, so he was relieved to have a chance to stay wth Samael instead.
Samael got his toothbrush out of its case, then flicked open the medicine cabinet to grab some hydrogen peroxide. He poured it over the bristles to clean them, and then gave it a thorough rinse with water. No soap, because that'd get stuck between the bristles.
He handed the toothbrush to Matt, and leaned against the door. "You don't mind if I stay, do you?" He was curious about Matt's fangs, of course, but he also wanted to catch Matt alone so they could finally talk.
"Not at all." Matt reassures, nodding gratefully and taking the toothbrush. He got some toothpaste on it, starting to thoroughly brush his teeth. His fangs weren't too long, but they were certainly noticeable, sharp and shiny.
Dressed in the borrowed, oversized clothes and slightly miserable, he looked much softer than he usually did. Only his piercings were trying to keep up his edgy appearance.
Taking in Matt's appearance, Samael's gaze softened.
"You look adorable," he said without thinking.
Matt sputtered, quickly bringing his hand up to catch the foam that dripped from his mouth. He gave Samael a look, leaning down to spit everything out. "Thank- you? I think?"
When he realized his mistake, Samael's cheeks turned red.
"Sorry- I don't know why I said that. It just came out. Uh-"
He took a breath, exhaling through his mouth. "...We should talk."
Matt drank some water directly from the tap, rinsing out his mouth and spitting it out. He then straightened up, wiping his mouth and looking at Samael sadly. "We should."
But where to even start?
Samael thankfully answered that question.
"You ran away. After... what happened. I know I didn't handle things the best, but I never meant to push you away. Doll... She tells me you've talked, and, you felt horrible about what happened. I need you to know that I don't hold it against you."
Samael swallowed saliva. "We all have... moments of weakness. Myself included. I-If I'm being honest, I nearly let you..."
"I was ashamed." Matt said quietly, avoiding Samael's gaze. "You shouldn't try to rationalize it all so much. I hurt you, and I'm really sorry." He sighed shakily.
"Doll's helped me a lot. You were right, we do get along." The pronoun thing was for them to talk out, he would just dodge it for now.
"Now, I'm not sure if you meant you hurt me in terms of taking my blood- which I've already stated I'm perfectly fine with- or wh-when you... uh, came onto me, but I want you to know neither was an... u-unpleasant experience for me."
Samael rubbed his legs together, and clenched his fists at his sides, in preparation for what he was about to admit.
"It's... foolish to pretend like I don't hold some... less than holy feelings toward you, and while my vow of celibacy forbids me from acting on those desires, I don't want to stop interacting with you completely. We're friends, aren't we? At least, I thought we were becoming friends."
"You did call it assault." Matt pointed out, biting his lip. His expression softened some at the admission, but he still looked unsure.
"I thought so too. Listen, I really like you, but I'm worried I'm going to do something wrong again." He sighed. "But I really missed you."
"God, I- I'm so sorry," Samael ran his fingers through his hair as his face took on a pained expression. "I never should have said that. I was feeling horribly guilty for what I almost allowed to happen, and I was grappling for any way to absolve myself of responsibility. I threw you under the bus so I wouldn't have to acknowledge how I didn't put in a genuine effort to stop you."
He slumped to the floor, elbows set on his knees. "...I missed you too. I'm so sorry. Please don't go again."
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It took another week for Matt to show up at church.
Specifically, he showed up right before midnight, while a storm was raging outside. He rang the doorbell to the rectory several times, leaning against the wall to keep himself upright and hugging himself for warmth. He was soaked, wearing just a worn tee and some shorts despite the cold weather.
-@starving-craving
A priest that Matt didn't recognize came to the door, and blinked in confusion.
"Uh- he- hello? What on Earth are you doing out here in the rain? Good heavens... come inside, you're drenched."
The priest opened the door wider, to show Father Samael and another priest playing a card game together.
Matt almost bolted when he saw the unfamiliar priest in the door, but the cold of the outside was a bit too much to bear. He gave him a shaky smile, hesitantly entering as the door was opened. "Thank you. I'm sorry, I got kicked out, I didn't know where else to go..." He explained, his voice bordering on frantic.
Samael stopped what he was doing when he heard Matt's voice. He rushed out of his seat, abandoning all decorum and hopes of remaining dry with this rain to pull Matt into a hug.
"Matt! Oh my goodness, you're soaked! Oh, but I'm so glad you're back. I thought you'd been scared away for good."
The confused stares of the other two priests made Samael pull away, clearing his throat. "Ah- right- uh, Matt, this is Father Percival and Father Agni. Friends of mine in the rectory."
Matt froze up at first, but after a couple seconds nearly collapsed against Samael. The priest was so much warmer than him, so much more alive- aaand he pulled away.
Matt quickly straightened up, trying and failing to look presentable as he gave the other two a polite smile. "It's, er, it's nice to meet you." He'd left patches of water in the front of Samael's clothes.
Father Agni, the one who'd opened the door, gave a wave. Percival nodded in acknowledgement, and spoke up.
"Matt, I don't suppose you'd like to join us playing cards? We can get you a nice, warm blanket and let you dry off that way. Then you can tell us what you're doing here."
Matt hesitated. He wasn't great at playing, but it would be rude to refuse. And being rude was the dumbest thing he could do right now. "That sounds great... thank you." He nodded, hugging himself to keep his hands busy.
Samael went to get Matt's blanket, and sat beside him with an arm around his waist to warm him up.
"Father Percival, how about we start a new game? Go fish is nice and simple. Father Agni, come sit and join us again."
Samael took the cards and shuffled, then spread them out on the coffee table. He took his cards, then leaned back to let the others pick theirs.
Matt wrapped himself up, leaning against Samael heavily to steal some more warmth. He motioned for the other priests to pick their cards, taking what was left once they did. He wasn't really eager to talk on his own anytime soon, just focusing on not getting any colder for now.
The game played out with Percival being the winner, with the other two griping half-heartedly that he must be cheating because he'd been winning almost every round for months. Percival just seemed smug and called them both sore losers.
Percival nodded to Matt, and asked, "So, now that you've had time to warm up, would you like to tell us what you're doing here?"
Matt did pretty decently, though his head wasn't really in the game. He did relax some over the course of the game, somehow leaning against father Samael even more.
He looked up once the question came up, but quickly averted his eyes. "I had a fight with my roommates, and they kicked me out. I should be fine to come back in a couple days, but it's so awful outside I just needed to get somewhere safe."
Samael's eyes fell on Matt, creased in sympathy. "We can let him stay for the night, can't we? It's pouring out there."
Percival seemed unsure, but Agni answered, "Sure! He could stay on the couch, or even with me if that gets uncomfortable." Samael's grip tightened on Matt's side.
Matt looked surprised by father Agni's proposal, but shook his head. "Oh, thank you, but I think the couch will be just fine." He reassured, glancing to where Samael's hand rested. "It looks very comfortable." He added, turning his head to the couch. He was careful not to let his fangs show as he spoke.
Samael nodded. "The couch, then. It'd be inappropriate for any of us to offer our beds, anyway," he pointedly stated, scrutinizing Father Agni's face. His thumb rubbed Matt's waist, though whether the movement was conscious or not was up for debate.
"Probably, yeah..." Matt nodded in agreement. It was probably better he wouldn't be near Samael for so long, even if he wanted to. What if he hurt him again? The touch was making him feel a little dizzy... he'd really missed him.
Samael turned back to Matt. "I'll get you a pillow from my room. Father Agni, would you be so kind as to supply a change of clothes?"
Agni nodded. "Yeah, I can grab something loose-fitting. Let me go look," and he left. Samael got up once Agni was in his own room, like he'd been waiting for a threat to pass.
Matt did his best not to look too disappointed at the loss of contact. He helped gather the cards, setting the deck neatly and unwrapping himself from the blanket as he waited.
Samael brought the pillow and set it on the couch, and Agni set the change of clothes in Matt's lap.
"You can change in my room," Samael offered. Then he went to grab some snacks from the kitchen to set out for the group. He gave Matt a little extra.
"Thank you." Matt gave Agni a faint smile, taking the clothes. He nodded at Samael's offer, heading to his room to change out of his soaked outfit. He came back a couple minutes later, still a little unsteady on his feet, but at least dry now. He looked lost.
Samael gestured to the food he'd left out on the coffee table, then took a bite of his own. "Are you hungry? I brought you extra. I did slice my hand a bit cutting it up, but hopefully that's not a problem."
Samael had worked some of his blood into the food, in case Matt hadn't been eating.
"I am. Thank you..." Matt admitted, sitting down and picking up the food. He took a bite, his expression softening some once he connected the dots. "It's good. I hope your hand's okay?"
"I'll be fine. I can handle a little bleeding," he assured.
The group munched on their snacks in relative silence and comfort, before Samael asked, "Matt, did you happen to bring a toothbrush? If not, I can sanitize mine and let you borrow it."
"Alright." Matt winced at the question. "No, I didn't have time to grab anything. I don't even have my phone right now." He sighed. "So I'll have to take you up on that."
"Alright. Why don't you come with me while I do that so you'll know when I'm done?" Samael stood from his seat and tidied his place on the coffee table in preparation to put his plate in the sink.
"Sounds good." Matt nodded, quickly finishing his food and following Samael. He didn't feel fully comfortable with the other two priests, so he was relieved to have a chance to stay wth Samael instead.
Samael got his toothbrush out of its case, then flicked open the medicine cabinet to grab some hydrogen peroxide. He poured it over the bristles to clean them, and then gave it a thorough rinse with water. No soap, because that'd get stuck between the bristles.
He handed the toothbrush to Matt, and leaned against the door. "You don't mind if I stay, do you?" He was curious about Matt's fangs, of course, but he also wanted to catch Matt alone so they could finally talk.
"Not at all." Matt reassures, nodding gratefully and taking the toothbrush. He got some toothpaste on it, starting to thoroughly brush his teeth. His fangs weren't too long, but they were certainly noticeable, sharp and shiny.
Dressed in the borrowed, oversized clothes and slightly miserable, he looked much softer than he usually did. Only his piercings were trying to keep up his edgy appearance.
Taking in Matt's appearance, Samael's gaze softened.
"You look adorable," he said without thinking.
Matt sputtered, quickly bringing his hand up to catch the foam that dripped from his mouth. He gave Samael a look, leaning down to spit everything out. "Thank- you? I think?"
When he realized his mistake, Samael's cheeks turned red.
"Sorry- I don't know why I said that. It just came out. Uh-"
He took a breath, exhaling through his mouth. "...We should talk."
Matt drank some water directly from the tap, rinsing out his mouth and spitting it out. He then straightened up, wiping his mouth and looking at Samael sadly. "We should."
But where to even start?
Samael thankfully answered that question.
"You ran away. After... what happened. I know I didn't handle things the best, but I never meant to push you away. Doll... She tells me you've talked, and, you felt horrible about what happened. I need you to know that I don't hold it against you."
Samael swallowed saliva. "We all have... moments of weakness. Myself included. I-If I'm being honest, I nearly let you..."
"I was ashamed." Matt said quietly, avoiding Samael's gaze. "You shouldn't try to rationalize it all so much. I hurt you, and I'm really sorry." He sighed shakily.
"Doll's helped me a lot. You were right, we do get along." The pronoun thing was for them to talk out, he would just dodge it for now.
"Now, I'm not sure if you meant you hurt me in terms of taking my blood- which I've already stated I'm perfectly fine with- or wh-when you... uh, came onto me, but I want you to know neither was an... u-unpleasant experience for me."
Samael rubbed his legs together, and clenched his fists at his sides, in preparation for what he was about to admit.
"It's... foolish to pretend like I don't hold some... less than holy feelings toward you, and while my vow of celibacy forbids me from acting on those desires, I don't want to stop interacting with you completely. We're friends, aren't we? At least, I thought we were becoming friends."
It took another week for Matt to show up at church.
Specifically, he showed up right before midnight, while a storm was raging outside. He rang the doorbell to the rectory several times, leaning against the wall to keep himself upright and hugging himself for warmth. He was soaked, wearing just a worn tee and some shorts despite the cold weather.
-@starving-craving
A priest that Matt didn't recognize came to the door, and blinked in confusion.
"Uh- he- hello? What on Earth are you doing out here in the rain? Good heavens... come inside, you're drenched."
The priest opened the door wider, to show Father Samael and another priest playing a card game together.
Matt almost bolted when he saw the unfamiliar priest in the door, but the cold of the outside was a bit too much to bear. He gave him a shaky smile, hesitantly entering as the door was opened. "Thank you. I'm sorry, I got kicked out, I didn't know where else to go..." He explained, his voice bordering on frantic.
Samael stopped what he was doing when he heard Matt's voice. He rushed out of his seat, abandoning all decorum and hopes of remaining dry with this rain to pull Matt into a hug.
"Matt! Oh my goodness, you're soaked! Oh, but I'm so glad you're back. I thought you'd been scared away for good."
The confused stares of the other two priests made Samael pull away, clearing his throat. "Ah- right- uh, Matt, this is Father Percival and Father Agni. Friends of mine in the rectory."
Matt froze up at first, but after a couple seconds nearly collapsed against Samael. The priest was so much warmer than him, so much more alive- aaand he pulled away.
Matt quickly straightened up, trying and failing to look presentable as he gave the other two a polite smile. "It's, er, it's nice to meet you." He'd left patches of water in the front of Samael's clothes.
Father Agni, the one who'd opened the door, gave a wave. Percival nodded in acknowledgement, and spoke up.
"Matt, I don't suppose you'd like to join us playing cards? We can get you a nice, warm blanket and let you dry off that way. Then you can tell us what you're doing here."
Matt hesitated. He wasn't great at playing, but it would be rude to refuse. And being rude was the dumbest thing he could do right now. "That sounds great... thank you." He nodded, hugging himself to keep his hands busy.
Samael went to get Matt's blanket, and sat beside him with an arm around his waist to warm him up.
"Father Percival, how about we start a new game? Go fish is nice and simple. Father Agni, come sit and join us again."
Samael took the cards and shuffled, then spread them out on the coffee table. He took his cards, then leaned back to let the others pick theirs.
Matt wrapped himself up, leaning against Samael heavily to steal some more warmth. He motioned for the other priests to pick their cards, taking what was left once they did. He wasn't really eager to talk on his own anytime soon, just focusing on not getting any colder for now.
The game played out with Percival being the winner, with the other two griping half-heartedly that he must be cheating because he'd been winning almost every round for months. Percival just seemed smug and called them both sore losers.
Percival nodded to Matt, and asked, "So, now that you've had time to warm up, would you like to tell us what you're doing here?"
Matt did pretty decently, though his head wasn't really in the game. He did relax some over the course of the game, somehow leaning against father Samael even more.
He looked up once the question came up, but quickly averted his eyes. "I had a fight with my roommates, and they kicked me out. I should be fine to come back in a couple days, but it's so awful outside I just needed to get somewhere safe."
Samael's eyes fell on Matt, creased in sympathy. "We can let him stay for the night, can't we? It's pouring out there."
Percival seemed unsure, but Agni answered, "Sure! He could stay on the couch, or even with me if that gets uncomfortable." Samael's grip tightened on Matt's side.
Matt looked surprised by father Agni's proposal, but shook his head. "Oh, thank you, but I think the couch will be just fine." He reassured, glancing to where Samael's hand rested. "It looks very comfortable." He added, turning his head to the couch. He was careful not to let his fangs show as he spoke.
Samael nodded. "The couch, then. It'd be inappropriate for any of us to offer our beds, anyway," he pointedly stated, scrutinizing Father Agni's face. His thumb rubbed Matt's waist, though whether the movement was conscious or not was up for debate.
"Probably, yeah..." Matt nodded in agreement. It was probably better he wouldn't be near Samael for so long, even if he wanted to. What if he hurt him again? The touch was making him feel a little dizzy... he'd really missed him.
Samael turned back to Matt. "I'll get you a pillow from my room. Father Agni, would you be so kind as to supply a change of clothes?"
Agni nodded. "Yeah, I can grab something loose-fitting. Let me go look," and he left. Samael got up once Agni was in his own room, like he'd been waiting for a threat to pass.
Matt did his best not to look too disappointed at the loss of contact. He helped gather the cards, setting the deck neatly and unwrapping himself from the blanket as he waited.
Samael brought the pillow and set it on the couch, and Agni set the change of clothes in Matt's lap.
"You can change in my room," Samael offered. Then he went to grab some snacks from the kitchen to set out for the group. He gave Matt a little extra.
"Thank you." Matt gave Agni a faint smile, taking the clothes. He nodded at Samael's offer, heading to his room to change out of his soaked outfit. He came back a couple minutes later, still a little unsteady on his feet, but at least dry now. He looked lost.
Samael gestured to the food he'd left out on the coffee table, then took a bite of his own. "Are you hungry? I brought you extra. I did slice my hand a bit cutting it up, but hopefully that's not a problem."
Samael had worked some of his blood into the food, in case Matt hadn't been eating.
"I am. Thank you..." Matt admitted, sitting down and picking up the food. He took a bite, his expression softening some once he connected the dots. "It's good. I hope your hand's okay?"
"I'll be fine. I can handle a little bleeding," he assured.
The group munched on their snacks in relative silence and comfort, before Samael asked, "Matt, did you happen to bring a toothbrush? If not, I can sanitize mine and let you borrow it."
"Alright." Matt winced at the question. "No, I didn't have time to grab anything. I don't even have my phone right now." He sighed. "So I'll have to take you up on that."
"Alright. Why don't you come with me while I do that so you'll know when I'm done?" Samael stood from his seat and tidied his place on the coffee table in preparation to put his plate in the sink.
"Sounds good." Matt nodded, quickly finishing his food and following Samael. He didn't feel fully comfortable with the other two priests, so he was relieved to have a chance to stay wth Samael instead.
Samael got his toothbrush out of its case, then flicked open the medicine cabinet to grab some hydrogen peroxide. He poured it over the bristles to clean them, and then gave it a thorough rinse with water. No soap, because that'd get stuck between the bristles.
He handed the toothbrush to Matt, and leaned against the door. "You don't mind if I stay, do you?" He was curious about Matt's fangs, of course, but he also wanted to catch Matt alone so they could finally talk.
"Not at all." Matt reassures, nodding gratefully and taking the toothbrush. He got some toothpaste on it, starting to thoroughly brush his teeth. His fangs weren't too long, but they were certainly noticeable, sharp and shiny.
Dressed in the borrowed, oversized clothes and slightly miserable, he looked much softer than he usually did. Only his piercings were trying to keep up his edgy appearance.
Taking in Matt's appearance, Samael's gaze softened.
"You look adorable," he said without thinking.
Matt sputtered, quickly bringing his hand up to catch the foam that dripped from his mouth. He gave Samael a look, leaning down to spit everything out. "Thank- you? I think?"
When he realized his mistake, Samael's cheeks turned red.
"Sorry- I don't know why I said that. It just came out. Uh-"
He took a breath, exhaling through his mouth. "...We should talk."
Matt drank some water directly from the tap, rinsing out his mouth and spitting it out. He then straightened up, wiping his mouth and looking at Samael sadly. "We should."
But where to even start?
Samael thankfully answered that question.
"You ran away. After... what happened. I know I didn't handle things the best, but I never meant to push you away. Doll... She tells me you've talked, and, you felt horrible about what happened. I need you to know that I don't hold it against you."
Samael swallowed saliva. "We all have... moments of weakness. Myself included. I-If I'm being honest, I nearly let you..."
