PERSONA NON GRATA || A CODMW AU

Sympathy for the Devil

As he stares into the unconscious face of the demon, Yuri's heartbeat quickens. What is he going to do? They can't have a demon in the church! The priest drops the handkerchief on the floor, dread and panic setting in. He flinches when the demon whines softly, his face twitching as he shifts on Yuri's bed. He seems to be in pain.

Even if it is a demon, Yuri can't ignore someone in need. Slowly picking the small cloth back up, he gently wipes the blood away. But when he removes his hand, the demon weakly grabs onto his wrist, his eyes slowly opening. Yuri finds himself transfixed by them.

His left eye is green, and his right is blue; his pupils are oddly in a heart shape as well. Both are flickering and filled with discomfort and anxiety. He tugs on Yuri's wrist, trying to pull the priest closer to him. He kneels beside the bed and the demon lets go of him, slowly rolling onto his side. He then puts a shaking hand on the back of the priest's head. Yuri opens his mouth to ask what he's doing before the demon kisses him.

It's an innocent one, but it lasts a little longer than Yuri expected. Finally he pulls away, letting out a sigh and staring at the priest. The demon seems to be in less pain now.

"W-what..." is all Yuri can get out.

"Needed energy," the demon mumbles as a response. "I should've warned you, but..."

"D-did you take my soul?" Yuri asks, feeling anxious.

The other shakes his head. "No. I don't need souls; don't worry."

"Then why..." He trails off, putting the pieces together. "You're an Incubus, aren't you..?"

He nods. "They dumped me in front of here because they couldn't deal with it anymore." The demon sighs. "Probably hoping you would exorcise me."

"You don't seem to be evil, so... you should be safe here for now."

"I'm flattered," he chuckles softly. "Tell me, what's your name?"

"Yuri Sorokin. Do you have a name?"

"Call me Volodya."

"Volodya," Yuri repeats. "That's the nickname for Vladimir."

He nods. "The name they gave me was Vladimir Makarov. But when they... 'dealt' with me, they called me Volodya."

The priest blushes at the implications of that. "Who are 'they', if you don't mind me asking?"

"The ones who summoned me. I don't know who they truly are."

"That's alright." Yuri thinks for a moment. "You can stay in my room, okay? But you can't leave."

He smiles a little. "Fair enough. I'm not strong enough to move on my own, anyway."

"You should rest, then." Before he can stop himself, he gently runs a hand through Vladimir's hair, raising an eyebrow when the demon purrs and nuzzles his hand like a cat.

"Yuri... may I make a request?" He asks softly.

The priest nods, taking his hand away. "What is it?"

"Can we sleep together? Just to rest," he adds with a chuckle when Yuri blushes. "I'm just starting to feel attached to you, that's all."

Yuri nods, smiling slightly. "Okay, then. But don't try anything. And close your eyes; I'm going to change."

The demon giggles, doing so while Yuri gets into his pajamas. He gets some for Vladimir as well, handing them to him. "It can't be comfortable sleeping in leather," he chuckles.

"Trust me, it isn't," Vladimir laughs, thanking the priest for the clothes and changing into them. Yuri notices odd markings down his arms, and sharp, black nails when the demon finishes changing.

The two get into bed—Yuri does so a little awkwardly—and the priest freezes when Vladimir cuddles up to him again. "What–"

"It'll help me sleep," is the only explanation he gets.

Yuri nods slowly, hesitantly wrapping an arm around him. He also feels somewhat calmed, but he chalks it up to the Incubus' powers. He's still too weirded out to sleep, and ends up staring at the ceiling for most of the night with a demon fast asleep in his arms.