When You Think You're Sinning

Part 1

A/N - So this started as a one-shot idea, that as I played with the original idea a little bit, developed into a multi-part idea that I wasn't sure I was going to write. This one I channel a lot of my own journey with religious guilt in relation to my sexuality and sex in general, and I wasn't sure I was going to write it, but @/BuckyBabyboy on Twitter encouraged me to write this and explore it, and I am eternally grateful to them for that. I hope you enjoy.

Eijiro glanced around the dark office. He couldn't remember where he was, or how he'd got there. He didn't even know why he was there, and he just tried to dissect what was happening and where he was. Things just felt so twisted, and heavy. He let his eyes scan the room, his eyes continuously drifting back to the illuminated fish tank in the corner, with a solitary fish swimming there. Eventually, he dragged his eyes away and continued to assess the room.

On the far wall, there was a big window that looked out to a hallway, and Eijiro's eyebrows furrowed, why on Earth would they need a window that looked into the hallway. He continued to scan the room with no other distinguishable features, until movement at the window caught his attention.

A tall humanoid creature stood in the window staring at him. He had long black horns jutting out of his head, that added an extra 5 inches of height to his already large stature. His ruby red eyes seemed to glow as they bore into his soul. His skin was a strange pattern of black, orange and green, that Eijiro got lost in as he watched the creature as intently as it watched him.

Movement caught his attention at the corner of his eyes, drawing his eyes away from the window and back to the fish tank. The solitary fish grinned at him with a mouthful of teeth and a strange voice came distorted through the water, "You've been here awhile, better wake up before you forget how to."

Suddenly, Eijiro was gasping for breath in his bed, his body in a cold sweat, his blankets twisted around his legs. That was the most vivid and strangest dream he'd ever had. He rolled over to look at the clock, which he felt was mocking him as he read 5:50. His alarm would go off in 10 minutes, so there was no point in falling back to sleep, so after sighing heavily, he rolled out of bed, and started to get ready for the day, leaving the memory of his dream in his twisted sheets.

His day was fairly typical, and Eijiro found his mind wandering. The thought of the tall creature filled his mind, and he couldn't shake the feeling he had in his gut. He clocked out and headed home, the ruby red eyes filling his thoughts. He crossed the threshold of his apartment, and the weight of the day settled on his shoulders, making him want to just collapse onto the floor and not move.

Instead, he made his way into the kitchen and flicked on the light, to try and scrounge up some food. As the lights flickered to life, he let out a yelp at the figure sitting on his counter.

"Hey, Shitty Hair. Remember me?" The man sitting there smirked, forcing harsh lines onto his almost delicate features. Eijiro's brow scrunched in response, as he tried to figure out how to handle the situation. He definitely didn't recognize the blonde sitting on his counter, one leg propped up with his arm resting on his knee, as the other dangled off the counter. Eijiro scrutinized the man, even if he did recognize him, there was still no explanation as to how he got into his apartment or why he was there.

As Eijiro floundered, trying to find the proper response to give the incredibly attractive man on his counter, his eyes connected with the man's eyes, and recognition dawned on him. That was crazy though, that was just a dream. There was no way that this man was that creature. It was a dream. But staring back at him were definitely those piercing ruby red eyes.

"Who are you? What are you? What the fuck is happening right now?" Eijiro rapidly fired the questions, more filling his mind to replace the one's he'd spoken. Before his mouth could figure out how to form the words that his brain was coming up with, the man sitting on his counter started speaking.