Page 20 of Unholy

“I called you, Levi, to this cleansing water that I may share in the faith of you.” I place my hand over his chest, his heart thundering beneath my fingertips. “By the mystery of this tainted water led you to me.”

“I’m… fuck…” Levi bucks up, trying to get me to move faster, but I won’t. Not until I’m done. I angle my hips forward, pushing him down the tub so that his back is no longer leaning against it. Perfect.

“Father, my God of mercy, through these waters of baptism you have filled me with new life.” Ikiss Levi, distracting him while I place firm hands on his shoulders. I push him back, our kiss breaking with an audible pop as he is submerged in the water.

“Killian,” Levi exclaims, sputtering water when he emerges a moment later.

“From all who are baptized in my tainted water, you are now a part of me. Of my body. Of my mind.” I push him again, dunking him in the water, never ceasing the grind of my hips. His cock is throbbing inside of me, never faltering. Maybe he’s enjoying this as much as I am.

“Shit. Fuck. I can’t… I’m gonna…” Levi says between breaths, as soon as he comes back up, gulping air. I fuck him harder, grinding down and jerking back up, over and over. I feel so full… so full of Levi. I never want to feel empty again.

“You have set me free and filled my heart with your soul, that I may live in your presence.” I lean down as if to kiss Levi, instead, I push him in the water again, his movements becoming jerky as he gets closer to his release.

“Killian…” Levi pants, emerging from the water to kiss me. “I’m so close,” he says against my lips. “Oh my God…” His kisses are frantic, and it takes everything in me to break them

“You have called me to this tainted water, that I may share in the faith of you and have eternal life by your side,” I continue, breathing the words into Levi’s mouth. "By the mystery of this tainted water led me to you.” I barely get the words out, pressure and pleasure fighting within me.

I dunk Levi again, holding him under the water. His mouth opens in shock, a silent scream escaping inside bubbles rising to the surface. When I feel Levi’s cock pulse inside of me, I can’t hold back any longer. I come with so much force, my back bows as I scream, spurt after spurt of my come releasing into the water.

After what feels like a never-ending orgasm, Levi shoots out of the water, gulping breaths. He swipes his hair off his face, looking at me with an expression I can’t read. I want to ease off his now soft dick. I want to turn around, my back to Levi’s chest and just sit in the lukewarm water. Maybe run us a proper bath with bubbles and no prayer. I want to bask in this, but his expression makes me second guess.

Levi pushes me off him, standing abruptly and getting out of the tub. He goes to a closet, opening it and draping a towel around his waist a couple of seconds later. I suddenly feel cold and exposed. The silence is deafening, going on and on and on. Levi doesn’t turn around. He doesn't speak. He doesn't move a single muscle, and my whole body is on the edge, waiting for something that may never come.

“Levi?” My voice sounds so loud in the quiet room. Levi doesn't respond. Doesn’t turn around. He does make a sound, though. I stand from the tub. My entire body is red and raw from the holy water. I shake it off, stepping a foot onto the soaked floor. I slowly walk toward Levi whose body shakes now, as if cold.

“Levi…” I say, reaching a shaking hand out to grab his arm. Levi pulls away quickly, falling to the ground and shoving his back against the wall, away from me. It’s then that I notice the tears. Levi is crying, fat tears streaming down his face. His whole-body shakes, as if he’s trying to hold in sobs, but it’s not working.

“Killian… please leave,” Levi gets out between sobs.

“I-I thought you enjoyed it,” I say, completely confused by this turn of events. Levi’s tears. I have never seen him react this way. Over the past half-day, I have seen him angry, lustful, enraged, and a whole host of other emotions, but never sad. He’s never looked this… hopeless.

“Yeah… that’s the problem.” Levi looks up at me, tears in his blue eyes. He wipes them away, but they just keep coming. I barely resist the urge to kiss them away.

“What?” I drop to my knees on the floor, in front of Levi. I want to take his hand, comfort him somehow, but I just don't know what to do. Comforting people is not in my wheelhouse anymore. I sort of wish for my human half. That part of me would have known what to do.

“That’s the fucking problem, Killian. I enjoyed it. I enjoyed everything.” Levi’s voice gets louder. “Fucking you with a cross. Being fucked by you. The constant praying while fucking. Dominating you. Choking you. The fucked up baptism. All of it. I enjoyed every fucking second of it and… and…” Levi trails off, as if he ran out of steam.

“And?”

“And I hate myself!” Levi screams, smacking his forehead over and over.

“Don’t hate yourself. Hate me…” I grab Levi’s wrist, stopping him from further hurting himself. “Hate me,” I say again, letting go of his wrist and putting both of his hands on my chest.

“How do I hate you? You didn’t force me to do anything? Hating you is illogical. It’s putting blame on the innocent.” Levi doesn’t look at me, just lays his head in his hands in an attempt to steady his own breathing. I am stuck on a word, though.Innocent.

“I’m not innocent.”

“And I’m not pure!” Levi shouts, fist hitting the tiled floor.

“Levi… please…” I try again, reaching out to touch him but thinking better of it. I don't want to make this situation any worse.

“God, how little I must think of myself. To allow a soulless demon to fuck me.” Levi says the words quietly, looking up at the ceiling as if he forgot I was even there. But I feel like I’ve been slapped in the face by his words, my eyes stinging from them. “Breaking my vows for the likes to demon.”He adds quietly, as if the words were more for himself than me.

“I- I’m…” I start to protest, but I can’t. What Levi said was true. I am a soulless demon.

“Please. Just leave. I’m begging. Leave me to my silence. To my life without Him,” Levi says, finally looking at me again. His eyes are glassy and tired, almost like he’s given up. There’s no life in them.

“What about your life without me?” It almost pains me to ask the question. I search Levi’s eyes for an answer. A real answer, not whatever he’s about to spout off, but all I can find is sadness and confusion. Broken. I have broken him.

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