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The new one arrived at such a perfect night. The ride wasn’t as smooth as he thought and the door was somehow locked. It took Copia minutes long , almost 30 minutes to look for the keys. Then it took another 10 minutes to figure out which one unlocked the door.

He was expecting a rigid, stern face of a priest to greet him. To comment on his clothing or his medieval like gauntlets. But instead he was greeted with a smile, his hands held and assurance was given that he will be received warmly by everyone despite the gloomy and dark walls of the ministry. He was greeted by Frater Imperator.

“You can call me F- eh I mean Cardi- no no I mean Frater! Yes Frater!” Copia chuckles, still getting used to his new title. “Don't worry, we’re all nice here! Except maybe an old ghost wandering around the hall farting” 

The new Papa smiled and chuckled . He immediately felt welcomed as he nod. He followed Copia in the ministry closely like a puppy. Frater shows him where the offices were , the lounge, even a small book corner before finally showing him where his room is.

It was quite small, a bed, a table and a dresser fit in snugly. It almost looks like a cheap Air BnB.

“Eh it’s not much, we’re still working on things. Last time I didn't even have a door! I’ll leave you to settle in si?” 

Perpetua nod  again with a smile. He barely said a word but his fangs would often peek through when he giggles. Copia thought it was cute. The older man bid him goodnight and let him be.

“Ah well…at least he’s quiet, no?” Frater looks down at a Plushia on the floor, who was staring up at him the whole time. It nodded.

“He didn’t say a word. He just nodded and smiled.” Copia poured the hot coffee into Terzo’s mug. He skittered to the side to pour some into his mug as well. “What if he’s mute? Can he sing? I haven’t heard him sing before.” 

“Ai, you’re too nervous. I’m sure he’ll be fine. Maybe he’s just shy” Terzo turned off the stove as he poured the scrambled eggs onto their plates. He topped it up with spring onions lastly.

“Maybe, I don’t know if he’s coming over later. Is your brother?” The Frater slides again, this time letting his hand caress the former Papa’s waist as he sits down. 

“Maybe, he just wakes up late these days. The sisters, you know” he rolled his eyes playfully. Secondo is still promiscuous with the ladies and other siblings. “Well maybe he’s-“ Terzo stopped midway before he saw a flash of purple at the door.

A black cassock with purple satchel, together with silver gauntlet and a half skeleton mask.

The figure slowly bid them. His voice is rather soft but loud enough to be heard.

“M-morning” 

“Ah morning!” Copia replied to him louder and beckoned him in. “Come in come in join us! Terzo is making breakfast. Ah yes, that’s Papa Emeritus the third for you!”

Terzo examined him from top to bottom. Their height is almost the same but the new Papa’s timid posture makes him seem smaller, like a mouse. He noticed the purple hue that’s almost close to his. 

The new Papa gulped. Is something wrong? Was he wearing something too…formal? He looks at their attire, only wearing T shirts and pyjama pants. 

“I see you have good taste. Have a seat, how do you like your eggs?” Terzo breaks the tension and finally V can breathe out a sigh of relief. 

“Over easy, por favor” 

V cupped the warm coffee with both of his hands as he listened to both Terzo’s and Copia’s stories on how they met. Each time one of the others took a turn in telling their tale , the other would watch fondly. The new Papa can feel the adorations and warmth in the voice and eyes. They clearly love each other.

“What’s your favourite album, V?” Copia chimed in, changing the topic to something of the newcomer instead.

“Ah! Well…I do like Infestissumam” he sipped his coffee.

“Oh I’m disheartened! And here I thought we can be friends!” Terzo jokes.

The new Papa however thought he had insulted the other starts to profusely apologise, to which the other two keep assuring him that it’s alright.

“Everyone has taste, no? I still like listening to that one ABBA cd I have” Copia tried to assure him with a pat.

“The one where you played till the cd player broke?” A lower, huskier voice greeted them at the door. The frame completely envelops by the shadow as Secondo walks in slowly. He’s wearing nothing except for grey sweatpants. His muscular hand grabs his dark green mug before he pours himself a cup of coffee as well.

Whatever that came out of Copia’s mouth at that moment turns into incomprehensible noise as V continues to stare at the taller man. He’s…so much better than in those concert clips. His weight, gained after all those years. Evidence from enjoying the finest thing in life. Yet he still has his muscles, as if he can easily tear a log in half with his bare hands. His face chiselled and strong. His paints still etched on his face almost like a tattoo. V couldn’t stare for too long but he noticed how beautiful his green eye were. 

Secondo said something to him but he could only smile softly as he keept his thighs together underneath the table.

The new Papa was granted some free time to himself that evening. He ended up arranging a few books and clothes in the closet. He knows he will be decorating the place, in his head he imagined where his future pets will be on the shelves, a small tv maybe, or perhaps a video game console? Satisfied , he decided to hit the showers.

He couldn’t sleep that night. His body tossing and turning on the bed. It wasn’t loud, only soft sounds of crickets on the other side of the window accompanied him. V turns again , facing his mask on the table. There’s a big responsibility on his shoulders now…having a band, taking over the previous papas, how good will he be? As good as Copia? As good as Terzo? Or-

He lets his mind linger on Secondo. He doesn’t have to imagine him on stage anymore, it was as if Satan himself bestowed upon him the man this morning. He recalls the older man’s body. His strong arms, his wide back and his gaze.

He shuffled a bit underneath his blanket. Feeling warm in his core as he imagines Secondo again. How good would he feel? His big hand on his small body. His own languid fingers wrap around his own cock as he closes his eyes, imagining that it’s the older man’s. He whimpers a bit, letting his imagination take its course as he strokes himself.

He imagines his whole body against Secondo, the man could easily cup him. More louder whining fills the arm as the new Papa sounds desperate. He wants to sit on him, to taste him, to smell him- how big is he? His free hand circles around his own hole, he could never dare penetrate himself, not even just a finger but the thought of Secondo’s cock in him easily made him twitch.

“Ahn- por favor, Papa!” He yelps as his own hips start to buck. He pants harder as his back arches, almost as if Secondo himself is doing the deed.

“You’re so restless, piccolo” Secondo’s silky voice visited his ear and it made V whine and pant louder than before.

“P-please Papa” he sounds like a desperate child, begging for relief. His hand strokes himself so fast till his toes curl. He wanted to be louder, to let the whole place know as he tried to reach for euphoria. 

He turned his body around so he could face the bed, head to the side as he moaned more, but his hips raised high as if he’s receiving it hard from Secondo. He made the whole bed rock by itself, moaning loudly for the older man’s name.

“I-I’m coming! I’m coming Papa!” His hips buck wildly as his hand loses his tempo, it didn’t take much for him to come in his hand, shuddering and almost howling into the dark. His whole legs shakes so hard before he slumps back on the bed panting.

V groans a little as he faces his mask again, now satisfied with himself. “Mmh…Grazie”. He nuzzled into the bed as he thought of what he wanted to do for tomorrow to come.

Maybe he can join them for breakfast, and greet Secondo this time.

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It has been almost a week now that the new Papa has been residing in the clergy. His new room  is in the new wing, where the walls are colourful and the decorations reminded him of a hotel he’s been to before somewhere in London. However, he only just discovered about the old wing when a ghoul decided to show him around. He didn’t get the chance to even attend a Mass yet since his schedule was so packed. He had yet to attend to any of his Papal duties as well, except wearing his papal robe.

It was beautiful. It almost reminded him of his old church. In the best way possible. The new Papa takes the chance to walk along the pews, admiring the high ceilings with painted walls of Hell and demons. He sighs and sits, facing the sculpture of Baphomet on the altar. So intricately carved and shining from the glow of the glass windows.

He had been busy, but Copia and the others had treated him well. He enjoys having breakfast with them, just because he gets the chance to share the space with Secondo. V sighs again as he thought about him. He would love to learn more about the old man but in the mean time he indulge himself in this…teenage like crush that he has in his mind. 

Indulging himself with his hand of course, as every night before bed he would imagine the older Papa taking him on his own mattress, pounding and panting so hard till he’s breathless. He felt as if that’s the only way he could fall asleep.

A sibling passed by his sight, they seemed to be exiting a confession booth. It’s been a while since he had entered one. The new Papa clenched his fists for a moment before taking a deep breath and walked towards the small , yet elegant booth. He enter and closed the door softly before sitting.

Secondo shuffled and fixed his glove as he heard the sliding door closes. He can always guess who it is but never the first time. 

“Forgive me Papa for I have-“ the voice corrects himself. “Bless me Papa, for I have sinned…”

Such a soft but clear voice, a male but he’s never heard of this one before.

“You must be new here” there’s a smile in his intonation. “Dont be afraid, tell me what you want me to hear, and I shall bless you either way.”

“Well, it is true that I am new here. I’m still learning the place. But…lately, it feels as if my dreams had come true and yet I’m quite nervous about it”

Secondo hums as he tries to pin the voice to who it belongs to. 

The figure continues. “It seems like I may have fallen in love with someone here, but I do not know if it is wise to do so or not. So I took care to make it as inconspicuous as I can, out of fear that others might shun me about it…” 

Interesting choice of words Secondo thought. The voice sounds more familiar to him but still he couldn’t pin it to a face. “Do not worry, in this church such small things like that aren’t to be ridiculed about. Do continue” the older Papa seems to be even more intrigued.

“I keep thinking of him. Oh! He’s so much better than my fantasies could ever be. We shared the same space together even just in the morning, and yet when I saw him the first time, he may look a little different but…goodness…I want to feel his strong arms around me, he stirred something deep in my core…a desire that I want to be filled…I want him to fill me every night with his seed…with his love…As shameful as it may sound…in an almost drunken stupor I just want to bear his seed, his children as if it was even possible! . I know his passion must be as vibrant as his green eye…it matches his robe so well…His musk that hits my nose every morning…Satanas even thinking about it makes me so eager…” he had to stop himself as he closes the gap of his thighs. 

Green eye? Not eyes? The Papa slowly slides the partition, slow enough so the others wouldn’t notice it. He saw a flash of purple and a glimmer of a chrome skull like mask as the figure sighs and continues. 

“I’m afraid it is only a one sided love or desire…I couldn’t dare to confess…perhaps it’s best if it’s just kept hidden…” 

Secondo leans back as he takes a deep breath. He knows who it is…he didn’t expect it somehow. The papa took out a piece of paper, writing a series of number on it before sliding it through the crook and crevices of the partition. He makes sure the person on the other side takes it with their metal gauntlet. 

“Look for that room, and your question shall be answered, piccolo” the Papa said it simply.

V holds the piece of paper as he stares at it. A writing, it almost looks like a code but he knows what it is, his own door had the same style  combination of words and letters.

It was a room number. 

The new Papa did as told, wearing only his cassock this time with his half mask he walked slowly along the corridor. His steps light as a feather, careful not to make any sound as he looks down back at the piece of paper in his hand. He pauses at a wooden door with a gold plaque on it.

II 

V let out a shuddering breath as he looked around again. As if he’s not supposed to be seen this far out. He takes in his courage and knocks on the door. His metal gauntlet clanks upon the oak surface, making it loud enough for an echo. He didn’t meant for it to sound so loud, the Papa cringes a bit at the noise.

A full minute before the door opened. A ghoul bids him with a slight bow before he entered .

And there he is now, in the present. The Second with his back facing the window, wearing a tight black shirt with slacks, in contrast with his room. V couldn’t dare to look around, he’s too focused at the man before him. He gulps.

“I-a voice…brought me here” the new Papa holds the piece of paper close to his chest, almost as if it’s the most precious thing in the world.

“Si…do you recognise the voice?” Secondo didn’t turn around, he faced out the window towards the city view.

It took the new Papa a moment before he gasped loudly. “It was…you” he didn’t realize that he’s been confessing to him. He should have! But he was too caught up in his own feelings. V gulps as he covers his face. Is he in trouble? Should he apologise? Should he leave? His chest feels tight in his own body.

He felt another set of hands , slowly prying his own hands away from his face, only to be met with a pair of soft mismatch eyes. 

“Dont be afraid Vee, I’m not angry. I’m quite flattered really.”

The papa let out a squeak, almost like a mouse as he looked at the man. Already feeling on the verge of crying.

“You have such a beautiful voice, and your words…it’s like you eat poetry for breakfast!” Secondo tries to comfort him. ''and I should know what you eat, since you sat in front of me every morning'' 

“I-words are hard when…” when he’s in public. When he’s face to face with people. He ended up staring at the man. “But…when I’m alone..”

“It’s easier isn’t it? You just let it out. It’s okay.” Secondo clasps his cheek almost like a child and watches as the new Papa melts into his hand. “You can talk to me, it’s just us in here” his ghoul had left them for other things. The room somehow feels lighter.

“The booth I…it’s true- I felt that way” he fumbles with his words still, why can’t he just talk like a normal person? V scolds himself. 

“And you asked whether it is a one sided thing, no?” 

V nods, still looking up to him.

Secondo caresses the other’s head. His wavy locks intertwined with his own gloved hand. “ I like to get to know you better.” He said it simply. The Papa is…interesting. He’s curious to see what else can he pry off of him.

Without a beat missing, V leans in and hugs Secondo tightly. The older Papa seems to be rather taken aback before he chuckles and wraps his arms around him, he rubs his back slowly. “Stay the night, I want to hear more about you.” 

The smaller Papa nods. 

Copia clanks on his keyboard as he types. Occasionally he scratches his head as well. His new office finally finished and he had move everything into the new living space. But he hadn’t had that much time rearranging things yet.

“Where’s Vee? I need to tell him about the new schedule.” He asks a cardinal plushia on the table.

The sentient toy could only shrug and shakes his head no. He doesn’t know where the new Papa had been.

“Ai, maybe I should assign one of you with him. What if he wandered off and got himself lost?” Frater sighs before he continues typing again. 

V lays on Secondo’s chest, slowly caressing the other’s naked body, almost as if he was entranced by the older Papa. His fingers dances on Secondo’s big chest as he mewls slowly. 

He didn’t know how they ended up on the bed. The next thing he remembered was Secondo’s hands on his waist, his clothes on the floor and Secondo’s limp cock. Now the two of them lay on the bed, Secondo’s arm around him caressing softly. 

‘’You’re telling me, this is your first time?’’ Secondo asks him, rather amused. 

‘’I’ve kissed before but…yes’’ V smiles, his fangs peeking through as he looks at Secondo with adoration. 

‘’I find it hard to believe, how old are you?’’ the older man’s hand slithers lower to the Papa’s hip. 

‘’I’m…turning 35  soon’’ V blushes under his face paint, it’s apparent how red his ear is. He takes his chance and rubs himself against Secondo's thigh, like a cat.

‘’And you’re so eager aren’t you?’’ a smirk on Secondo’s face before he leans in, kissing V hard. His big hand grabs hold of one of the Papa’s ass cheek and squeezes him slowly. 

A moan escapes from the newcomer’s lips. ‘’Cazzo…Papa…’’ His own cock twitching under the blanket. 

‘’What was it that you said before, my strong arms around you?’’ He slowly takes V’s hand, it’s so slender and soft almost like a woman. He kisses his palm as he maintains eye contact with him.

V didn’t break his eyes off of him, he gulps and nods. ‘’Every night…I couldn’t sleep if I didn't think about you…’’ 

‘’And then every morning you woke up and we would have breakfast together’’ Secondo purrs as he continues to knead him. ‘’Do you fantasize about me on the table?’’

The smaller man looks away for a moment, wriggling a little as if he could escape the situation with a whine or two. Secondo presses on, kissing his neck softly. He loves the little noise the new papa is making. 

‘’S-si, I did…’’ 

Secondo pauses a bit. “If any of this gets uncomfortable for you, please let me know. You won’t offend me if you say no.” He reassures him, he doesn’t want to force him if it’s his first time.

V takes a deep breath before caressing the old man’s face. “Papa…please grant me my wish…” 

His smile returns before he replies with another kiss. Slowly he pushes him back against the bed as his large hand teases V’s entrance. Eagerly, the new Papa holds onto him, whining loudly as he spreads his legs so easily under him.

Secondo licks his own fingers before testing the water on him, sliding in one finger first to gauge the new Papa.

He's tight.

His body arches so easily, the smaller one’s cock starts to twitch hard with every short strokes he makes inside of the other.

“Oh if you could only hear yourself V, what beautiful noise you’re making” Secondo smiles as he continues. His own cock throbbing hard. So eager to slide inside him. “Can you take me?” 

V is already a mess, looking down at the older man with pleading eyes as he nods and begs. “Por favor, Papa!” 

The next thing he remembers is how hard and warm he felt. Secondo’s arms around his small body as he holds on, his nails digging though the other man’s bigger, muscular and hairy back as Secondo whispers sweet nothing to him.

Fuck he’s so big, the older Papa’s cock fills him up full. V wraps his legs around his waist, not planning to letting go. It hurts at first but his pleasure comes in waves, to the point where he himself is moaning as hard as the bed creaking. Secondo doesn’t go fast, he takes his time with him. As if he knows he’s going to burst soon anyway. When the moment comes, the older Papa picks up his pace and so does V’s languid noise he’s making. His breaths quickens, his voice higher as he reaches euphoria before he came first, staining Secondo’s belly and his with his own cum before the older man holds his waist with both of his hands, as if to plant himself deeper inside the smaller body.

V can feel the other’s warm cum as his back arches. It feels so much, so full. He thinks that maybe some of the seed might even spill out of him if Secondo moves too fast. 

Breathless, he lays like a ragdoll. Coming undone in front of the man he fantasized. His body twitches in short trembles as he looks up at Secondo.

Beautifully, large and so darn handsome. His muscular body glistens with sweat as he looks down on him. V never felt so vulnerable and yet safe at the same time.

“Grazie…” he mutter out a breathless thank you like he always does every night when he thinks of him.

Only this time the older man leans down low to him, trailing his kisses from his stomach to his own face. 

“Let me clean you up.” He said it simply as his big hand once again palms his own ass easily.

“I don’t thin-think I can move…” V finally takes off his half mask with a tired arm and set it aside.

Beneath the face paint, Secondo could see how he glows, how young he looks and just how handsome he is. He smiles. “That’s why you leave it to me, let me take care of you”

V could only nod, his eyelids fluttering as he basked in the high he’s still in. 

“Ai, he’s running late this morning.” It’s Copia’s turn now on the stove , flipping the pancake easily as it sizzles.

Terzo slides his arms around his waist from behind as he hums. “Perhaps we could have some fun time first hm?” He asks suggestively.

“I’m here flipping pancakes” Frater could only giggle but he presses his ass against Terzo’s crotch anyway as he blushes. “Perhaps…well, you need to be in my office later after all..” he bites his lips in a smile.

Giggles erupting in the small kitchen before V walks in slowly, wearing nothing but an oversized band shirt that covers till his hips and his half skeleton mask. His steps are light as the bed hair on his head. He smiles at the two men as he takes his in designated seat. “Good morning” his voice a little more cheery and louder than before.

“Ah! Good morning V!” Copia chimes back as he grabs a plate for him. “You look like you’re in a good mood!”

“I had a really good morning” He smiles brightly at Copia. 

Terzo grabs a mug and pour a cup of coffee for him before he notices the Iron Maiden shirt that V is wearing. It’s clearly not his size and , didn’t his brother had that design as well?

“I didn't know you listened to-” he looks at the door and with Secondo’s heavy steps he walks in, grabbing the mug that Terzo was pouring and sets it for V before taking his own mug.

“Grazie” V said it softly with a smile at him, his eyes twinkles at the older man.

Both Copia and Terzo watches them both for a moment. How Secondo grabbing two plates, one for him and V before setting it down for him as well, how he’s wearing nothing again except for his grey sweatpants and how there’s marks of black lipsticks on the older man’s face.

And how smug Secondo looks, there’s that cocky aura surrounding him and a smile that’s reserved only for the smaller man in front of him.

“Well, aren’t you two going to join us?” Secondo turns and broke their long gaze.

Both Terzo and Copia muttered  a loud Oh! Before grabbing their own plates and mugs, joining them on the table. Morning conversations resumed as V watched the three men with curiosity again, he slowly rubs his bare foot against Secondo’s leg like a child and watches a small smile forms on his face.

A smile only for him 

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 V finds out one of the worst things to do as a human being is to wake up from a ridiculously cosy bed. One with fur and satin sheets. It's even harder when there’s a pair of muscular and hairy arms wrapping around him like a blanket. He smiles before he turns and nuzzles into Secondo’s chest. 

‘’What time is it?’’ V asks but makes no effort to move more unless its to plant more skin onto the bigger Papa. 

‘’Mh..9 maybe’’ Secondo hums as he caresses V’s head. ‘’You have plans today?’’ 

‘’Hm…interviews…photoshoots…’’ he sighs. ‘’Can I…stay in 5 more minutes?’’ He looks up at him with puppy eyes. 

The older Papa smiles and kisses his head. ‘’Make it half an hour. Papa’s order.’’ 

V grins, kissing his lips before nuzzling into his neck happily. 

He thought for a long time, so long that Secondo starts to notice his silence.

“Are you nervous?” 

V nods a bit. “I was…also thinking about other things.” 

The bigger Papa starts to slowly rubs his back. “You can tell me, if I don’t have the solution, I can humor you about it.”

The smaller man bites his lips a bit. “There’s no other ways…I can explain” he slowly grabs Secondo’s hand and guides him between his thighs.

The older man smirks and chuckles. “Well, if you wanted another round you can always sa-“ he’s surprised. 

He can feel it with his fingers, something moist, almost between folds. A familiar touch that he has no doubt about. He looks at V, who’s biting his lips as if holding back a giggle. 

“I didn’t..told you about that yet…” he let out a short gasp as Secondo explores his genitals.

“Were you in glamour since last night? I’m impressed.” The former Papa chuckles before he starts to palm his wet folds, earning a moan from V.

“I-I just don’t know how you will react. Besides…I always prefer the other option…” 

The older man slips out his hand, his fingers glistening and wet before he licks and tastes it without breaking eye contact with V.

The smaller Papa could only moan watching him. He rubs his thighs together.

“I’ll show you how I will react then” Secondo disappears under the sheet, lowering himself till he’s planted between V’s legs.

There’s only a cacophony of moans and panting heard from the outside. And the occasional creaking of the bed.

Primo sips his wine as he replies to the new Papa. “It was short and sweet. You will do alright” 

V smiles as he bows slightly at the older man on the table. The clanking of forks and spoon fills the air aside from the lively chatters of the sisters and siblings of sins. Today is his coronation, a proper one. He’s now officially, a Papa.

Yet he always feel so small when seated next to the others. He didn’t let that bother him that much, besides, his Mitre is big and tall so that makes him feel a bit special in some ways.

“I can feel that everyone is hungry, so I want to make it uhm…fast” he smiles as he watches everyone. They seemed to be excited, curious about him. He could feel it in the air, even the wary eyes in some of them.

“I told you that you’ll do fine V” Copia chuckles at him as he cuts a forkful of steak. “You’ll be on the stage soon! That’s where the fun is” the man sighs a bit as he laments about the good times he had on tour. “Oh I wish I could tour again…”

Papa Perpetua puts his gauntlet hand on Copia’s shoulder to reassure him. “Perhaps…you can tell me more about your touring days…during breakfast?”

Hearing that Copia’s smile brightens.”si! Of course I can! We can start right during my days as a cardinal!”

The new Papa watches his new children for a moment again before Primo chimes in. 

“Don’t forget, the orgy is on Friday night”

“O-orgy?” V turns towards him, swallowing his food.

“Why si! It’s done for every new Papa coronated, for blessings and good luck of course.” Terzo winks at him before continuing. “I remembered mine, ai it lasted till the sun breaks the dawn. Satanas it reminded me of my time when I was with Nik in Europe”

Fuck…there’s an orgy he had to participate? V gulps as he looks down back at his plate, trying not to tremble. 

The thought of others seeing his naked yet slightly different human body makes him nervous. He saw how humans are throughout the centuries, they can be terrible…vile human beings…

Primo nudges his shoulder lightly before giving him a friendly grasp on his shoulder, like how a grandpa always does. 

“Don’t worry, you’ll do fine. The orgy is just extras, it’s merely the ceremony that we’ll focus on. For Satan of course” 

“For Satan…yes” the new Papa smiles a bit.

Yes for Satan…who decided to start all this anyway? He does enjoy receiving offerings. 

“The orgy is well…for fun yes?” 

Primo nods. “For fun, doesn’t our Dark Lord likes to watch his congregation have fun in his name anyway?”

V smiles as he watches the other Papas chatting idly about their first orgy before his eyes locks on Secondo. The older man was holding an orange before he intentionally sucks the middle part of the citrus, subtle enough but V can see his tongue works on the middle part of the juicy fruit before biting a part of it.The juice dribbles a bit on his chin.

Their eye contact didn’t break as V rubs his thighs together on the chair he’s on again. 

His heart thumps before he turns back towards his plate, munching quickly.

8 pm, V had changed from his lavish robe into something more casual; a band shirt and a pair of sweatpants. He hums as he arranges the many odd trinkets from his last bag.

A disembodied voice greets him, only audible in his head. The voice is deep and has the annoyance of a sibling, as if he is on call with V privately in his brain.

“What are you playing?” 

V stops from grabbing his laundry on the sofa and sighs. “What is it?” 

“What are you playing at Brother?  Is this not beneath you?”

V shakes his head. His demeanor seems a lot more composed than the nervous man earlier. “You don’t get it” 

“You’re right, I don’t. Enlighten me please for it seems like you had this planned for a long time. You were on your throne and the next thing you’re already down on Earth, willingly I might add!” 

The man folds his dirty laundry anyway before placing them in the basket. He likes it to be organised still. “I always wanted to, ever since I knew about his existence. Let’s just say this is…a vacation break for me. Besides! The clergy needs a new Papa anyway…and I can help them directly with it” 

“How does Copia feels about it?” 

V sighs, his locks of hair bounces as he grabs a pillow. “He takes it as if he was demoted. I assure you he wasn’t…if anything he reached so high up, unlike any other Papa ever did” 

The voice remains silent for a while, grumbling a bit as he watches his brother straightening the folds on the table runner. “You’re doing this just to see him.”

V pauses a bit and blushes.

“Come on! They are beneath you. We are Gods, they worship us!”

“Baal, ever since I took this form I find beauty in life and things” he lingers, checking his terrarium of flesh eating beetles. “Humans are so…fascinating in their own special little way”.

V could practically hear his brother groans and rolls his eyes. He takes out a small black figure of a humanoid man with a bull’s head and place it on an altar before lighting a candle. “I’ll put you right here see? You’re in direct light of the moon.” 

The voice hums again. I want an offering”

“Of course you do” V goes to the kitchen to grab a bottle of wine and a glass. He pours it out for him. “Better?”

“Yes…thank you”

V smiles as he leaves the bottle on the altar. “I’m going to bed now. Good night brother” 

“Good night, Lucifer” 

As V heads to bed, a small putter patter that was at his door starts to run away in panic. The small Plushia runs as fast as his little legs can carry along the corridor of the clergy.

Chapter Text

It’s 10pm, the night is quiet. The small, slightly disfigured Plushia is asleep in his makeshift doll crib. Copia checks on the little one, making sure he’s comfortable. Although this series of plushias weren’t made by their clergy, it seems like they have somehow found their way into the place and decided to stay. The man admits at first these bootlegs plushias are…rather ugly but in the end he can’t help but to care for them. They’re just…so small and helpless. Copia finds himself cooing at him as he goes to the living room to tidy up.

The man is wearing a purple boxer with bat motif, clearly something slightly different from his usual style, the waistband of the boxer is slightly tighter than his, a sign that the apparel is clearly not his own.

Copia slowly drapes over a blanket over the sleeping Plushia on the sofa. It seems like this one had fallen asleep. He came over in a panicked frenzy, squeaking and flailing almost as if the sentient plush saw something and decided to ran over to him. 

He picks up the papers and the crayons on the table and floor, arranging them into their pencil cases before the drawings seems to catch Copia’s attention. He stands up and examines one carefully.

“Hmm….” 

A pair of lazy legs shuffling towards him before Terzo’s arms wraps around his waist. His bare body presses behind Copia as he kisses him tiredly. “What’s that, Caro?”

“Hm…Rigatoni has drawn something eh…rather interesting” Copia shows Terzo the drawing.

With sleepy eyes Terzo gazes at the childlike crayon doodles. There’s a lot going on, blue clouds here and there and what looks like a purple cassock figure with a skull for its face? “Is that…Vee?” 

“I think so too, and look! Over here there’s an arrow” Copia points at the big arrow pointing at what looks like a black goat with red eyes. 

Terzo scratches his head. “Eh…Vee is a goat? I don’t get it” 

“I don’t either…I’m sure it has a meaning. Here look! Doesn’t this looks like your brother?” Copia shows another paper featuring the purple skull and a crude (un mistakenly) drawing of Secondo. “Why is he here?” 

“I don’t know Copia, maybe Plushia was just drawing about his day?” Terzo kisses his cheek. “Did you just called him Rigatoni?”

“Eh well, I do named all the boys” the frater chuckles a bit. “There’s Penne, Eclairs, Biscuits also Pudding”

“You named all the plushias after food?” Terzo smiles and turns to look at him. He can see the other man blushes a bit as he smiles. 

“So I can remember them of course!” Copia smiles back and kisses him. “It’s easier” 

“Alright alright, come back to bed eh? We can clean this up tomorrow before the orgy” slowly Terzo starts to tug Copia’s waist band.

“Well, aren’t you excited for that hm you old dog” frater ended up settling the papers down on the table before ushering back into their bedroom. “Let’s go before Rigatoni sees your butt.”

“Oh trust me, those plushias must have seen quite a thing.” 

“Quite a thing indeed…” Baal sits in his brother’s throne as he watches one of the smallest Plushia, the one with the black cornette all snuck in between the shelves of Secondo’s vinyl records, staring at his brother riding on the second Papa’s cock. 

The deity sighs a bit and looks away, out of embarrassment. He can’t believe his brother is leaving his own throne for this…old man. “I didn’t know he even likes older men…” he shrugs and decided to make a cup of matcha instead to distract himself.

The ceremony room is filled with pillows and blankets, as if ready for a massive sleepover. Copia makes sure the altar is set properly. A chalice and a choice of wine. He doesn’t even know what kind will V prefer but he chose one of the oldest one they have. 

A few ghouls and sisters help set the final pieces onto the place and the Frater ticks the small boxes on his checklist.

“Eh the catering is here? Oh good we have a few hours anyway. Lube? Si right at the front door there’s a whole table there”

The Frater checks his watch, only two hours left for the ritual and a few siblings have already found a spot of their liking.

“What time do you think the new Papa is going to come, Copia?” Primo’s voice breaks through behind him.

He turns to see the old man being accompanied by Ifrit, his old hand holding onto the cane but there’s that youthful cheekiness in his eyes still.

“Well-“ he sighs “maybe a little late if I’m guessing. I picked up the wine already, I don’t know what kind does he likes. And his robe is ready in his changing room as well” 

Primo grins, his fangs peeking through. It always wonders Copia whether they are real or not. 

“Fashionably late I see, well I wouldn’t worry. You seem to be handling the new role well, Frater”

Copia smiles at the compliment. “Just making sure everything is smooth”

“Good lad, I’ll be sitting at my favourite spot. Near the toilet” primo pats his shoulder as they walk past by Copia.

“Eh, we’ll make sure there are no mishaps this time!”

——

“ I’m nervous, Papa…’’ V’s timid voice breaks through as he watches from the hallway. He watches Copia walks back in before he turns back  towards Secondo. His eyes glassy and the older papa knows that he’s furrowing his eyebrows behind his mask. 

‘’It’s ok piccolo’’ he coos, caressing his hands softly. ‘’What worries you?’’ 

‘’What if, they don't like me?’’ V pouts. Secondo couldn’t help but to think how cute he looks.

“Sweet caro, we don’t discriminate here. We love everyone as they are. But I understand if you’re nervous. I’ll let one of my sister of sin take care of you si? She knows what to do” he smiles softly at him.

“But what if…I only want you?” The younger one’s voice is soft but Secondo can hear him clearly.

He smiles and holds up his cheek.

“I’m flattered little one, but you have to go through this si? For the formalities. The congregation needs Satan’s and your blessing for your new era. Perhaps after that if you are uncomfortable, we can leave early yes?”

Hearing that V smiles and nods. He just needs to go through this, maybe just for an hour or so then he can leave with his beloved.

“Ah! There you two-“ the frater startled a bit, slightly curious over how it was Secondo who is leading V into the initiation room. Usually it’s just him or the altar boy. 

“Apologies for being late” Secondo’s voice takes the lead, guiding V towards the dressing room. He smiles at him a bit and mumbles a ‘go change’ at the Papa. 

“Eh no worries. There’s about an hour away after all. I wa-“

“Good” Secondo cuts him and follows the Papa into the changing room.

The frater was left rather flabbergasted at him. He looks around then back at his checklist. “Condoms! Where are the box of condoms?”

—-

There are a few ghouls in the dressing room but they disperse as soon as V and the Papa enters. 

Unglamoured, the new Papa slowly takes off his shirt in front of Secondo. The old man watches him with a small smirk as the man undresses in front of him. 

“You don’t have to put on your glamour, but if it makes you comfortable I won’t oppose to it” Secondo slips on the Papa’s robe slowly, brushing against his skin and fixing any creases he can. 

V nods as he focuses his magic, disguising his genitalia underneath the sheer black fabric. “I still feel rather exposed” he chuckles.

“Soon we will all be, sisters and siblings will flock to you eager to please their new Papa” Secondo holds the half skeleton mask, now covered in rhinestones. “Mmh, campy.”

He puts it on the smaller Papa, making sure it’s secure before tightening it. “You know, caro” his hands slips over to V’s small waist, caressing him slowly.

“If you be a good boy, I’ll make sure we have our own time soon” 

“Yea?” V looks up at him with a blush. 

The old man nods and whispers in his ear. “I’ll make sure to fuck you over my office table. Just us.” 

The Papa had to bite his own lips to stop a moan from escaping.

—-

the moon is high in the sky, illuminating through the stained glass window. A sea of black cloaks, sisters, siblings and ghouls alike stands as they look at their new Papa up on the pedestal.

V is nervous but he tries to not show it. He holds the chalice in his hands, filled with wine (albeit a bit too big for his hands)  as he looks at the congregation. 

“Tonight, we make this offering …this offering of gratitude to our Lord.”

Secondo chose a spot rather secluded to the side, always keeping his watchful eyes on the Papa. There are sisters already flocking towards him, standing near or just caressing his arms.

“Satan bless us all” V ends his prayer and takes a sip of the wine before passing to other siblings. Each of them takes a sip before passing to next person. It’s almost as if the wine is forever full, the un-ending amount is enough for the whole Mass alone.

Ifrit helps Primo with the wine, the ghouls usually takes a pass at this as it’s more spiritually important for the human and not ethereal being of the dark. Though the old ghoul does felt…something when he holds the golden chalice. He watches Primo takes a sip before passing to the sister beside him.

Nerve wrecking…V gulps and takes a step off the altar, the siblings immediately gets themselves busy as they take off their robes. Letting it slip onto the floor and showcasing their naked skin to their partners in choosing.

Coos and murmurs are heard as a few sisters tries to flock V, to get a chance with the new Papa before Secondo steps in, holding a dainty hand of a beautiful blonde woman.

“Papa, this is Agatha. She will assist you tonight.”

The blonde woman is still in her robe. She smiles sweetly as her green eyes twinkles. “Pleasure to be of service~”

“I-well hello” V nods at her, unsure of what to do before Secondo offers her hand at him. He takes it carefully.

“Come girls! The night is just getting started!” The second Papa distracts the rest of the sisters away from V, cheers and coos follows them.

V watches his favourite getting drifted away as he sighs in his heart. His eyes focused back on Agatha as she slowly leads him to a spot with pillows and blankets, behind a pillar in an attempt for some privacy.

“Papa Secondo told me you are a bit nervous” Agatha slowly lets him takes his place, nestled in between the big soft pillows. A few couples by their sides are already snogging and kissing softly. 

“Y-yes…” V could only nod. He sits crossed legged as he looks up at the sister.

“Your first time? It’s not uncommon for a Papa to be a virgin~” the sister sits beside him, slowly letting her robe lose but not off of her shoulder. 

The Papa can clearly see her ample breast peeking through. He blushes.

“Y- kinda…” he doesn’t want her to know that he had been with Secondo. 

Agatha slowly places a hand on his knee. “If you’re uncomfortable, just let me know and we can stop okay?”

V nods, maybe there’s a reason Secondo assigns her to him?

“You can touch me wherever you want~ we have a whole night after all” a smile on the sisters’ face as she inches in close. Agatha smells like roses.

V’s heart is beating in his ears before he slowly leans in, kissing her softly at first before slipping his tongue in. There’s a soft moan from the Sister, she didn’t expect him to be very forward with his approach. It didn’t take long before she feels a hand grabbing her breast. 

“Mmh, just like that Papa~”

Copia lays on the lumps of pillows and blankets as a sister settles on him, holding onto dear life as she moans loudly. Terzo is behind her, holding her waist as he thrusts. It has been an hour or two since the orgy started. The sounds of moaning and panting starts to get louder. 

“Did you noticed something?” Terzo pants as he keeps his momentum.

“Noticed what?” Copia keeps the sister supported as he occasionally kisses her but keeps his eyes on his partner.

“Secondo came in late with V, he’s also has been sticking to him like glue these few days.“ he grunts a bit, adjusting himself.

“So there have been like that for a few days, plus the s-shirt! Oh Cazzo, you’re so tight Cara” the frater coos a bit as he focuses on the sister sandwiched between them.

“Not just that, but did you noticed earlier. Or even now?” 

The frater rolls his eyes back in ecstasy, the smell of sweat fill the air as he can feel Terzo’s cock rubbing against him inside the sister. “W-what?”

“There are no ghouls near him” Terzo looks around, confirming his suspicions. The closest ghoul to the new Papa is 10 feet away. If he could focus, it’s almost as if there’s an invisible circle around V and the ghouls.

“Ai he might not be interested in ghouls, maybe it’s a preference?”

The sister moaned louder as she clenches, distracting the two men, Terzo purrs and thrusts himself fast and deep , the woman easily came as Copia holds onto her, kissing her face softly.

“Now now, we’re still not quite done yet” he looks at Terzo hungrily. 

From the distance , V holds onto Agatha as he suckles on her breast like a baby. The sister caresses his head softly as he holds onto her. “Want me to take you to your Papa soon?” 

V nods as he looks up at her with puppy eyes. 

“Be a good boy and we’ll stay just a few minutes more. It’s not nice for a new Papa to just disappear when the party Just started.” She smiles sweetly at him.

“Okay…” he agrees but only for the formalities. A sibling or two starts to slither in to join in their fun and the Papa lets them.

He closes his eyes and could only imagine one person on his body, Papa Emeritus the Second.