PERSONA NON GRATA || A CODMW AU

Found Out!

The next few days are business as usual for Yuri. He does his typical work in and around the church, helping the troubled visitors, and taking care of Vladimir. He's still conflicted about the whole thing, but if their now, almost daily makeout sessions are helping the Incubus, then he'll continue them for Vladimir's sake.

The two currently lie in the priest's bed that morning, Vladimir fast asleep on Yuri's chest with his limbs once again wrapped around the other man. Yuri idly rubs his back, sometimes running his fingers through Vladimir's hair. The demon is still wearing Yuri's pajamas, so the priest folded up his odd leather outfit and stored it in his closet until the Incubus is able to move around by himself.

Yuri smiles. He likes these mornings, just laying in bed and cuddling with Vladimir. It feels... domestic, somehow. Sometimes the Incubus even wakes up with him, and the priest finds it a little cute when the demon pouts and asks him to stay longer. He'd started giving Vladimir a kiss before he left for work.

He decides to spend a few more minutes in bed with Vladimir, and kisses the top of his head. The priest smiles when the demon purrs in his sleep...

... Then flinches at the knock on his door. Yuri starts to panic; luckily Vladimir could sleep through practically anything, but the priest still hesitates to speak to the one outside the door. "Who is it..?"

"It's Price. Do you have a minute?"

Yuri's mind chimes in with several swear words, and he's positive there's going to be some sort of repentance for this morning later.

Then he starts thinking, what if Price comes in? He's going to see Yuri in bed with a man—a demon, no less—cuddled up to the priest and sleeping on his chest. How is he going to explain that?

"Yuri?"

Shit. "Y-yes, father, just a minute-" He places one more kiss on Vladimir's forehead, carefully moving him off and thanking the higher powers that the Incubus is still asleep, then wonders if that's a bad idea.

Fortunately, his silent prayer doesn't affect Vladimir; he still looks peaceful.

Yuri then finally moves to the door, not wanting to keep Price waiting any longer. "I'm sorry I'm not dressed yet," he says, opening it only slightly so that just he is visible. "Is everything alright?"

"Well, somewhat." Price sighs. "I've felt some... negative energy around here lately, and it seems especially powerful around your room. Are you feeling okay?"

"I-I'm fine, thank you," Yuri answers, but it's barely convincing. Even he knows it.

Price doesn't buy it, but he only confronts the other with a gentle reminder. "You know you can tell me if something is upsetting you. Especially something that feels... malevolent."

Yuri doesn't respond right away, barely hiding the frown that appears on his face. Why does he seem so insistent? He wonders. Could it be possible that... Price somehow knows about Vladimir?

His blood runs cold at that thought and the Russian suddenly feels like he's being interrogated.

So naturally, Yuri gets defensive—though he still tries to stay polite. "I can promise you it's nothing malicious," he finally responds to Price, then hesitates again. "A few nights ago, we had another... visitor, and I took him in. He's been staying in my room with me. His name is Vladimir Makarov."

He opens the door a little further, revealing Vladimir's still sleeping form to the Brit. Yuri's thankful the demon is facing the wall, otherwise his little horns might have been visible...

"Why's he in your bed?" Is Price's only question.

Yuri sighs before he answers, moving the door back so only he is visible once more. "He's... weak, so he needs to rest. It comforts him to sleep beside me," he adds, in case Price asks why Vladimir isn't sleeping on the small couch in Yuri's room or something.

"I see." The other man's face is mostly neutral, and it stresses the Russian out further that he can't tell what Price is thinking. Granted, Yuri never really could tell, but still.

Price continues. "I'd like to have a talk with him tomorrow, if he's up for it. Just to get acquainted," he adds, noticing Yuri stiffening. "If the lad's gonna be staying here, he might as well meet everyone. Has he met Soap yet?"

"Not yet, though Soap knows about him." Yuri relaxes slightly. "We both thought it would be best if he was awake before we let you know about Vladimir."

The Brit just nods, frowning slightly; probably because Soap didn't tell him. The Scotsman usually told him everything going on around the church.

There's an awkward silence for a few seconds before Yuri breaks it with a question: "Did you need anything else, Father?"

"No, that'll be all. Keep an eye on Makarov for now." Price then leaves without saying anything further.

Yuri lets out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding as soon as he can't see the other. He remembers not to slam the door in his newfound panic at the last second, quickly sitting back on the bed and watching Vladimir sleep as he dreads having to tell the Incubus about Price.

He kisses Vladimir's forehead. I'll keep you safe. I promise.