You Are Cast Out From The Heavens To The Ground

Diego sits in the front pew while the rest of the congregation filters out after black mass, they’re all on their way to their sunday evening plans most likely. Either they’ll be off to have dinner with friends or colleagues, perhaps they go back to their lovers or maybe even a few of them get back to work as they have strict deadlines on things that simply do not rest. Diego is in that last category and yet he doesn’t move, he sits with his hands folded on his lap and stares at the stage where Papa III had just finished up unholy communion, of which the archivist had been blessed to be one of the first to receive. He had looked up into Terzo’s mismatched gaze and repeated the words that may as well have been tattooed on the backs of his eyelids, laid his tongue out for the older man and received both the hostia and a tiny smile from his friend.

He’s sure Terzo has gone on to other things as well, shed his vestments and moved on to better things than what he’s sure must be boring at this point. To Diego it wasn’t to him it was one of the ultimate shows of devotion which is why he’d stayed behind tonight despite knowing he should head back to the archives and work on his most recent painting restoration or at the very least continue his clean up of footage from a ritual late in Papa I’s reign as Papa but instead he stayed sat on the front row. He stayed sat because recently he’d been questioning, not The Dark Lord no, he’d never question Him but he was questioning himself.

Diego had began to question his devotion to Lord Lucifer over the last week when he’d been working himself to death but never seemed to get anywhere, he hadn’t been praying as much as he used to. He hadn’t really felt the Dark Lord’s prayer whenever it was said and even tonight when he’d been given communion he hadn’t felt the spirit moving through him the way he usually did, all he had felt was a shiver run down his spine at the way Terzo had caressed his cheek with those clawed gloves as he drank from the wine. Remembering it even now made a warmth run through his body that he had to shake off before it got out of hand.

What he’s not expecting is Terzo himself to come out and slip into the pew beside him with that same smile on his face as before, laying his arm across the back of the seat and crossing his legs before leaning into the archivists space.

“Was it that bad?” Terzo asks with a teasing tone, his smile making one spread across Diego’s face as well as he chuckles and shakes his head.

“No Papa, you were as incredible as ever.” Diego says earnestly causing Terzo to flap his hand in a dismissive gesture and make a vague sound of dismissal.

“You flatter me, il mio devoto preferito.” Terzo’s grin widens, splitting his face like the handsome devil he is. Terzo is the man that christians warn against when telling their children to stay away from ‘people like them’, he was charming and charismatic and could sweet talk anyone into his devotion with just a few words and the caress of his hand. That was surely what had gotten Diego to stay and want to join the clergy when he’d been just a young teenager. Terzo, just a cardinal at the time, had simply given him the time of day where others had brushed him off and Diego had been in his orbit ever since.

“I only speak the truth.” Diego finally shoots back, settling heavily against the velvety cushion of the pew.

“What’s on your mind then? Don’t lie and say it’s nothing either, I can see it here.” At that Terzo pressed his thumb to Diego’s brows, right above the heart shaped patch of vitiligo on his forehead and where they’d been furrowed in worry before the older man had sat down next to him. The archivist sighs and wrings his hands together where they still sit folded on his lap, he hadn’t intended to share his concerns with Terzo but of course he would know something was wrong. Terzo had a good eye for that kind of thing, especially when it came to Diego.

“I’ve just been…struggling recently with praying. I haven’t been feeling Him when I pray or even during mass or rituals, I just don’t know what’s been wrong with me. I’ve been trying to throw myself wholeheartedly into it as I always have but I just can’t.” Diego admits all at once what he’s been holding in and keeping to himself for weeks now, that he had been letting rule his thoughts on the nights he couldn’t sleep. (Which were most nights even when his pain level was manageable.)

“I see.” After he speaks, Terzo is silent for a moment and Diego can tell he’s mulling something over in his head and that he’s trying to figure out how to help his friend. The archivist starts to wonder why he’d kept it a secret for so long since he knew deep in his heart that Terzo wouldn’t judge him for something as simple as a struggle in his faith especially when he’s been as devout as long as he has without questioning. It seems to all come to Terzo at once as a smirk plays at the corner of his lips, letting his hand come down to rest against the archivist's shoulders.

“I think I have just the remedy my friend.”

That is how Diego finds himself the next day after dinner making his way down to one of the older ritual chapels once most have returned to their rooms. Terzo had told him he needn’t prepare anything and to dress casually, so the Brother of Sin had followed those commands. He fidgeted a bit as he thought of what exactly Terzo may have in store for him as his current thoughts ranged anywhere from a prayer meeting with just the two of them someplace quiet to him across Terzo’s lap as he commanded him to confess his disloyalty to Lord Lucifer while bringing a hand down hard across his bare ass. As much as that thought turned Diego on to no end and made him need a cold shower before coming here, he knew the real ‘remedy’ was most likely going to be somewhere in between.

When Diego enters the chapel the lights have been dimmed, the only light in the room coming from rows and rows of black candles along the walls and the stone altar that was usually used for ritualistic ‘virgin sacrifices’. (When a virgin of the clergy decides to give themselves to Satan in a ritualistic manner, no actual sacrifice, just ritualistic sex with whomever was the Papa at the time.) The smell of incense is heavy and music plays some wordless melody from somewhere further in the chamber. At the center, in the pulpit, stands Terzo dressed just as he had been the night before in all his vestments and suddenly Diego feels incredibly underdressed though he’s dressed exactly as the Papa had told him to. The older man turns to face him with a smile on his face, spreading his arms out to him as if welcoming him to a sermon.

“Perfect, you’ve already taken the first step, il mio devoto preferito.” Terzo says, his voice low enough to send a shiver down Diego’s spine that has nothing to do with the chill in the air. Terzo steps closer, his robes nearly dragging the floor but not quite until he is standing before the archivist.

“I just hope this helps, I don’t want to feel disconnected anymore.” Diego sighs and folds his hands in front of him. Terzo gives him a soft look and lays a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it gently with his clawed glove.

“I will give it my all, my friend. Now,” Terzo claps his hands together. “Before we begin I must ask. Do you trust me?”

With furrowed brows Diego nods without question.

“Of course Papa, I trust you implicitly and know anything you’d do would only be to help me.” The archivist says with pure conviction in his tone, knowing he’d follow Terzo anywhere. If the man asked him to follow him to hell he’d do it without thought, he’d pass the test Orpheus didn’t manage, he’d do anything for his guiding light.

“Bene, first take this and put it on.” Terzo reaches into a hidden pocket inside his robe and pulls out a long strip of fabric, handing it out to Diego. The younger of the two takes the fabric and runs his fingers along the silky fabric, realizing quickly that Terzo had handed him a blindfold. Something about it sends a bolt of lust straight to Diego’s core, making warmth spread throughout his limbs. He removes his glasses, folds them and sits them off to the side on one of the pews. Diego places the blindfold over his eyes and ties it behind his head, his heart starting to speed up in his chest as he realizes he can’t see anything at all.

“There, now, strip for me. Lay yourself bare before our Dark Lord.” Diego’s breath catches in his throat at Terzo’s words, another of those sharp spikes of lust hitting him right in the gut. He can’t see the older man but he knows from the sound of his voice that he must be still right in front of him, watching him.

With a deep breath Diego begins to unbutton his shirt, there’s silence now aside from the rustle of fabric and the quiet melody of mysterious source. The archivist gets his shirt unbuttoned and lets it fall to the floor, hands moving to remove his belt, then he hesitates at his pants. He’s no stranger to being nude in front of others but he is a stranger to being nude in front of Terzo, the two of them in all the time knowing each other never having gone to bed before. Not because Diego didn’t want it but because he never could find the strength to ask for it, he’d laid hints at the older man's feet and yet his efforts never bore fruit. Diego undoes his pants and pulls the zipper down slowly, he knows the moment he gets his pants off that his desire will be known to Terzo from the wet spot on his underwear. He does though get his pants down, stepping out of them and yet still not hearing Terzo say anything. Finally, with only a bit of hesitation, he hooks his thumbs into his boxers and pulls them down his legs.

There is silence stretches out after he’s finished and for a moment Diego wonders what Terzo was doing, he strains his ears as if he could hear the other man’s movement but can’t get any clue on what he may be doing. The archivist nearly jumps out of his skin when he feels the golden claws of Terzo’s gloves trailing down his spine, not digging or hurting, just a teasing touch. Goosebumps bloom over his skin and his breath catches in his throat, now he can hear the whisper of Terzo’s robes as he steps in closer.

“You are doing so well, Amore, so obedient. For now just allow yourself to feel, don’t let the worry take over the thoughts in that pretty little head of yours. Just focus on my touch, on me.” Terzo finishes on a whisper, those claws stopping just above his ass, thumbs pressing briefly against the dimples there.

Diego swallows hard and stands perfectly still, not knowing what to expect next until those claws move over to his chest. They drag ever so slowly over his chest, trace the lines of his bat tattoo, run reverently along the scars under his pectoral muscles. A gloved hand splays out over his stomach, the muscle twitching under the warm leather as Diego does his best not to squirm. However he feels as though he may fail a bit when that hand travels lower, lower and lower until it teases at the curls soaked in his excitement. A soft whine leaves his throat when that hand lifts again before touching exactly where he wants those hands to go, he hears a quiet huff of laughter from Terzo before his touch is gone entirely.

For a long while, Diego doesn’t hear or feel Terzo at all and begins to wonder if he had left him alone like this. If his friend had left him aroused and wanting but then a rustle of fabric gives him away while also making Diego shudder in anticipation for what was to come next. He stands and listens until the sound stops, then all at once Terzo is on him. He can feel the older man’s warm skin pressed to his back, a clawed hand grabs his shoulder as if to steady him and another grasps his chin gently to tip his head back.

“Now, Brother, clasp your hands together and pray.” Terzo murmurs lowly, his voice right in Diego’s ear which makes him shudder hard. He searches for something, anything other than the thought of how Terzo feels against him or how his claws dig ever so slightly into his skin and how on fire he feels. What had been an ache between his legs when they began was now a raging inferno that dripped down his thighs, lust consuming every last thought in his head.

“Would you like help, amore? Our Father who art in Hell…” Diego can hear the smile in Terzo’s voice, the tease and it makes him whimper softly.

“O-Our Father who art in Hell, unhallowed by thy name-” Diego’s voice wavers at the start as he repeats the words to a prayer he’s said hundreds of times in his life, one that he could recite in his sleep. At the same time Terzo began to touch him with more purpose, one hand remained on his jaw but the one on his shoulder slid down his stomach again. This time when it reaches his sex it doesn’t stop, Terzo’s fingers slide through the slick folds of his cunt making a quiet noise of approval before rubbing slowly at the hardened nub right at the apex. Diego jerks and his voice wavers, cracking just a bit at the sudden and intense pleasure.

“T-Thy will be done on earth, as it-as it always is…” Diego gasps, his back arching as Terzo gives another quiet laugh and presses a kiss to the top of his sweaty head. His bangs are plastered to his forehead at this point and he can already feel his peak approaching quickly from just how worked up he’d gotten.

“Keep going.” Terzo urges, his hand going even further down before two thick fingers slide knuckle deep into his cunt making the archivist jerk and wail. The sound reverberates through the mostly empty chamber as his pulse races, the coil in his belly tightening by the millisecond with his slow thrust of the older man's fingers inside him and each delicious curl of his fingers.

“And lead us not into ignorance but deliver-oh-deliver us from folly.” Diego in between his words can’t help but let out quiet moans and whimpers, trembling in Terzo’s arms as he rubs at his clit with his thumb and continues the stroke of his fingers.

“For Thine is the Freedom, the Choice and the Consequence forever and ever. Ave Satanas, nema!” Diego all but sobs, hands clasped together so tight it hurts a bit but he had done it. He had completed the prayer with perhaps a few slip ups but with Terzo’s fingers buried deep in him, he can’t really be blamed.

“Good boy.” Terzo purrs and suddenly those fingers speed up, thrusting hard and fast into his clutching heat as Diego cries out. The archivist throws his head back against Terzo’s shoulder and lets himself go, he finds his peak with a squeaked noise that fills the entire chamber and drowns out the quiet music still playing somewhere in the background. His whole body shakes and shudders and clenches around Terzo’s fingers until he nearly collapses against the older man, feeling wrung out.

Suddenly, at once the blindfold is removed and Terzo is kissing him. Diego kisses him back, soft and chaste and full of emotions that he can’t quite bring himself to name with the flood of endorphins still running through his body. When he pulls away he sees Terzo gazing at him with a look of sheer pride, affection and also lust. Despite having just come, seeing the older man looking at him like that only ignites the flame in Diego’s gut once more and counts himself lucky for one of Lucifer’s greatest gifts in being able to orgasm more than once very quickly. Terzo wraps his arms around his waist and pulls him close, his own arms going around the others neck to hold him just as close.

“How do you feel, amore? Is my little plan working?” Terzo grins, smug and self satisfied which only makes another surge of affection run through Diego. He can’t help but smile back and bump his head softly against Terzo’s.

“I think it is actually. Shall we…continue?” Diego murmurs, his flushed cheeks only growing even more flushed once more. That grin on Terzo’s face only widens as he begins to back Diego up and towards the stone altar, cradling the archivist's head as he lays him gently back against the hard surface.

“You’d be a fool to think I was done with you after one measly orgasm.” Terzo laughs and climbs up to follow Diego down, hovering over him. He takes the cloth that had previously been over Diego’s eyes and takes his wrists in his hands, folding them as if in prayer before tying them together. The younger man simply holds them against his chest as Terzo settles between his spread legs, the sight adding to the brand new fire building in his stomach. It was one he doesn’t think he will forget for the rest of his days even if this isn’t the last time he was afforded the privilege, he very much hopes this isn’t the only time he gets this privilege.

Diego watches Terzo take his cock in hand, hard and leaking from watching and touching him, guiding it towards his entrance. Terzo grips Diego’s thighs hard and spreads him wide, watching intently as he slowly begins to push inside the younger man's yielding body with a heavy groan matching the high whine that poured from Diego. The archivist throws his head back against the stone altar as Terzo bottoms out, filling him up in the most delicious way as if he were made to take the Papa’s cock.

“Are you ready, il mio devoto preferito?” Terzo leans in close to ask with a bit of breathlessness in his tone sending a thrill down Diego’s spine knowing that he was the cause of the pleasure the other man was feeling. Not trusting his voice not to crack, Diego nods and does his best to brace himself without his hands.

Terzo pulls out nearly all the way before thrusting back in, the two of the letting twin moans curl up alongside the incense still somehow burning around them. The pace the older man sets starts slow and easy as if testing Diego, to see if he can handle it and when all he receives in return is a breathless little whimper he speeds up. Diego clasps his hands together hard against his chest as Terzo’s hands grip tight to his thighs, claws digging hard into the skin until tiny rivulets of blood pour down Diego’s skin and smear against Terzo’s own when he fucks into the more than willing body under him. The sound of their coupling fills the air, making the space seem a lot smaller than it is, making the space seem like it is just the two of them.

“T-Terzo please!” Diego eventually cries out, squirming below the man and feeling his peak begin to close in on him again.

“Do not beg me Amore, beg Him.” Terzo chuckles darkly and picks up the pace just a touch more, his hand splaying out over the top of Diego’s sex and his thumb beginning slow circles over the man’s clit. A gasp is pulled from somewhere low and dark inside of Diego that he didn’t even know he had, a desperate fervor building inside him and overriding any sense of reason.

“Please, oh, please Lord Lucifer! Please let me cum.” Diego cries out, thrashing and trembling under the intense gaze of his beloved Papa.

“That’s it, good boy.” Terzo leans in and kisses Diego, rubbing harder and faster at the twitching nub at the apex of his sex. It doesn’t take very long at all once he’s been praised in such a way that Diego finds himself cumming again, pure bliss lighting up every nerve on his body for what feels like eternity. He comes back around just in time to watch Terzo pull out of his body, shuffling up to stroke himself a few short times before reaching his own peak and cuming over Diego’s face. The sight and feeling of it making one last wave of desire wash through the archivist before the sheer exhaustion hits him.

With Terzo’s help he sits up, his hands get untied and the older man massages at his wrists with a soft murmur of how good Diego had done which fills him with a brand new wave of affection. He finds himself leaning against Terzo’s chest as he runs a hand through his hair, his face wiped clean with a prepared cloth as it seemed the man did this often enough to at least prepare. He sighs deeply and nuzzles up into Terzo’s neck with a sated, pleased smile on his face.

“Thank you Papa for helping me feel closer to Him.”