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Isaac shivered as he stepped into the church, swiping the snow from his robes. Winter was no less brutal than when he had been a child, but at least now there was better heating. He stepped carefully down the aisle of the near decrepit church he had started cleaning and fixing, avoiding the rotten boards he hadn't replaced. The church had become a place of solace, somewhere he could escape when things grew to be too much in the hotel. Case in point, despite Christmas being just around the corner, the bond between Isaac and Abaddon had suddenly grown twice as intense.
Isaac swallowed as he knelt in front of the altar. Every glance between them had been like sparks on kindling all day, and he wasn't sure how much more of it he could take. He shook his head, clearing his mind as he bowed. Isaac would stay in here and pray until one of the Freelings came for him. He doubted Abaddon would come anywhere near consecrated ground.
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Winter could get fucked as far as Abaddon was concerned. It was far too cold and every one was far too stressed out about family and stupid decorations and the wildly inaccurate celebration of the birth of Jesus. (At least Esther celebrated Yule Tide like a well educated and self respecting pagan)
Abaddon grumbled at Ben and Kathrine fretting over wrapping paper that would get thrown away tomorrow, and glanced out at the frost bitten windows. He curled his stolen blanket tighter around his shoulders and exhaled a breath of hell fire. This storm wasn’t letting up and his stupid (vessel? Comrade? Brother in immortality??) was insistent about praying at the church. He took another glance at the busy Freeling family, completely absorbed in their activities and sneered, before making his way out the door.
At least it wasn’t too far of a trek, he thought, letting his chest burn with demonic heat as he marched through the trenches of snow. The demon slammed the door shut behind him as he entered Isaac’s little solitude.
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Isaac jolted, turning quickly when he heard the door slam. "Abaddon, you scared me! I thought you hated the church?"
He got up, wiping the dust from his knees. Now that Abaddon was in front of him again, so was the tug. It was an inexplicable feeling, the longing to just be close to Abaddon. Isaac stayed rooted to the spot, not wanting to give into it. "Did you come to bring me back to the hotel?" He guessed, unsure of any other reason Abaddon might come out this far.
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“If I avoided everything I hold animosity towards I would have never left hell in the first place.” And consequently never have met his wife, or have cursed Isaac. In truth Abaddon felt a decent amount of protectiveness towards the other man. Ironic given a good half of Isaac’s problems were Abaddon’s fault, but maybe that was the guilt talking.
“Someone has to before this storm gets any-“ suddenly the wind howled and a muffled shlumping sound filled the room. Abaddon watched as three feet of snow fell off the roof and onto the three feet of snow already on the ground, fully blocking the door. The wind seemed to screech out a fuck you to Abaddon specifically as the storm doubled down. “Worse…”
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"Well damn." Isaac looked out the window, frowning at the frankly insane amount of snow piled up. "Maybe we can still push the door open." He suggested, bracing his weight against the old wood and shoving with all his strength. When it failed, it felt like the wind was laughing at him for his efforts. "Well, someone surely saw you come out here, so it's not like we'll be stuck for long." Isaac said, trying to remain cheerful about the fact that he was trapped in a barely functioning church.
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“Hmm.” A look of genuine distress stitched itself into Abaddon’s face as he gave his own good shove at the door, as though his near identical copy of Isaac’s body would fare any better.
“Hmm.” Bad bad bad. This was far worse than getting stuck behind a door. “Hmm.” His hums grew increasingly more concerned as he mulled over their options. “Ben and Kathrine were deeply entrenched in the binding of parcels, Nathan is in the middle of a Christmas movie marathon and Esther had just begun her Yule Tide ritual upon my departure.” Abaddon danced back and forth on his feet, the consecrated ground made his feet itch, even through his shoes. “Did you just bless the ground inside the church or a ways around it as well?”
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"So no one will notice us gone for at least a few hours." Maybe even more, Isaac knew how detail oriented Ben was with gifts. And if Nathan was watching a movie marathon, he wouldn't notice anything until late that night.
"Just inside the church, I was waiting for the weather to clear up in the spring before I blessed the grounds around it." He winced apologetically at the clear agitation Abaddon was dealing with being in here. "This must be absolutely miserable, I'm sorry you had to come all the way out here just to get stuck."
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“Ach!” Abaddon waved his hand like he could physically sway Isaac’s apology away. “Some punisher I would be if I could not handle a dose of my own medicine.” The demon took a breath and tried to use his magic to warm his hands, grimacing when little more than vapor floated from his lips.
“If we can break the door or windows enough to worm our way into the snow I could keep us from turning into icicles on the walk back. But given neither of us can move it at all I do not have much faith in that.” Of course they were both immortal so the only threat here was a few hours of discomfort. Abaddon looked Isaac up and down. “I am surprised you are not presenting with more signs of discomfort at this weather.”
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"I think I forgot how to consistently shiver after all the time with you." Isaac admitted, crossing his arms over his chest. Isaac was truthfully very cold, given how there was no heating or cooling in the church building.
He looked over at the windows, shaking his head. "I doubt we could break them. The glass is too thick." He turned back to the altar, starting to dig through the piles of things he had yet to properly clear out. "Maybe there's some old tarps or blankets still back here we can use." Isaac suggested. He knew the cold wouldn't kill him, but it was still incredibly uncomfortable. He found one moth-eaten blanket, just large enough that maybe two men of his size could fit under it. Isaac held it out to Abaddon. "Here, you can have it. I'll be fine enough."
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Icy blue eyes looked judgmentally at the offered blanket and then judgmentally at the offerer, before pulling the blanket he’d stolen from the hotel tighter around him. “Isaac put on the damn blanket. Did you also forget how to take your own needs into consideration or did you never have that?” There was no way Abaddon was disappointed that they wouldn’t have to share his makeshift cloak. Simply no way.
He knew he felt a pull towards his more human counterpart, though he could never figure out what it was. It was almost like the very atoms in his body wanted to return home to Isaac. Abaddon was much like a cat in how he approached the concept of physical affection, but if he wasn’t paying attention he’d find himself floating closer and closer to the other man, frequently just resting his hand on him somewhere. Like now apparently. He blinked out of his thoughts and removed his hand from Isaac’s head, though he didn’t back up any. “We could burn something,” he offered.
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"If you suggest burning a Bible, I might hit you." Isaac muttered, wrapping the blanket around himself. "And for the record, no, I am not used to considering my own needs." His hands flexed on the itchy wool. "The village came first growing up. As did God."
When Abaddon's hand landed on his head, he blinked. It was...nice. It settled the itch to be close to the demon. He relaxed, leaning closer without thinking. Isaac had always been very tactile, hell it was common to see him and Ben always wrapped up with each other. But it felt like this was different. When Abaddon pulled his hand away, Isaac chased the contact before getting control of himself. "Sorry, not sure why I did that." He said, ears turning red as he stared at the floor.
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“As if you were not part of the village,” he grumbled, before his brain processed what Isaac had said. “You would hit me? Heheh, I might actually like to see that.” He watched as Isaac followed his hand, eyes flicking between his hand and the sad excuse for a blanket Isaac had found. Abaddon walked over to a far corner of the church, silently gesturing for Isaac to follow. He sat down and opened his blanket as an invitation. It was a king sized comforter from one of the guest bedrooms, so it was decently large and fluffy, though it could only do so much against the arctic temperatures. (Especially given Abaddon had dragged it through the snow and the bottom of it was vaguely wet)
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"It's complicated." Isaac sighed. His papa had made it clear; their duty was to help guide and protect the rest of the village. And that his own wants could come later. He shook those thoughts from his head, following after Abaddon. Isaac hesitated when Abaddon opened the blanket, but still sat and scooted next to him. He laid his head on Abaddon's shoulder, sighing contently at the contact form the one who was some sort of screwed over soulmate to him. "I know you don't like your kindness being addressed, but thank you." He curled closer, soaking in the nice feeling of letting the pull guide him.
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The blanket wrapped around them like protective wings. Abaddon was glad for Isaac’s warmth by his side, but more than that having Isaac next to him soothed a part of his soul. It was almost like tumbling around in the dryer, it made him feel like he was home. As angry and unwelcoming as a church was to a demon, sitting nestled up against Isaac could almost make him forget where he was.
Abaddon arranged them so their butts were both on the floor perpendicular to each other and Isaac’s legs sat across his lap. He threw one arm over the boy's back, and the other across his front so they both rested on his shoulders.
He grumbled at the thanks. Isaac really did know him too well. Though there was always the knowledge running around in the back of Abaddon’s mind that he also knew Isaac too well. The list of guilty pleasures was extensive. Suddenly Abaddon leaned even closer to get a sniff at his counterpart.
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Isaac laughed as Abaddon sniffed him, twitching at the ticklish sensation. When Abaddon could get close enough, he smelled a clean soap, a sharp incense, and Ben's smell buried under it. Isaac wrapped his arms around Abaddon's waist, leaning closer trying to sniff Abaddon as well. It was an awkward shuffle for a second, he wound up squeezing the demon's thighs under his legs to scoot close enough. Something about being close to Abaddon just comforted the parts of Isaac that had missed his home for so long.
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Abaddon never liked soap, and he especially hated scented soaps. There was so much story to be told from one’s smell that perfumes and such almost felt like lying to him. But this close he could reach past it. The purifying incense used to cleanse a space before prayer was no surprise, and neither was Ben’s smell -though there was a distinct lack of musk, must’ve been too busy with the holiday prep to have had time to mate for a while. Beyond that he could smell the way Isaac’s body released oxytocin (though he didn’t know that’s what he was smelling) in response to their close contact. The smell of comfort and connection.
It was nice that Isaac sniffed him back. It reminded Abaddon of playing with other hell-born’s when he was barely 50 years old. Though he had no idea how strong Isaac’s nose actually was. “What can you smell?” If he leaned in closer to get Isaac’s nose closer to him, that was his business.
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"Sulfur, something iron, I think blood. I think something else, but I can't tell." Isaac's face was practically buried in Abaddon's neck by this point, muffling his voice a bit. "I like it though." Every time he spoke, his teeth grazed over Abaddon's neck.
He did like it. It wasn't a common smell, something entirely Abaddon, a smell reminiscent of hell and brimstone. He knew there was more to Abaddon's scent, probably something of Esther and the dirt of the forest, but Isaac could only focus on what he could smell. Isaac wondered if Abaddon liked how he smelled, veering more towards something sharp and floral compared to the almost acrid scent of the demon.
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Tucked away in Isaac’s shoulder Abaddon’s eyes flashed red at the movements of the other’s mouth on his icy skin, though none of his other demon features would present in the church.
With a small bit of shuffling he managed to scoop Isaac into his lap, mumbling something about it being warmer this way, though it was little more than a poorly disguised means to bring their chests closer together.
“You used to carry my scent. It is good that your own smell has returned to you. You were never meant to have been dulled by me.” That didn’t mean there wasn’t a part of Abaddon that missed Isaac smelling like him. Like home. A part of him that wanted to bring the scent back no matter the strange looks they got.
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"Maybe I like being dulled by you." That barely made sense. Maybe Isaac was being petty. He didn't care if he was. All he cared about was the fact that he did admittedly miss how close he used to be to Abaddon. Isaac shifted with Abaddon, moving until he was kneeling over Abaddon's lap. His legs were bracketing the other's thighs, and their chests were pressed together again as he rested his face against Abaddon's shoulder.
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A selfish need was starting to grow in Abaddon’s chest. Abaddon had abhorred the body he wielded for so long, despised touch from anyone, but a few special cases. Nathan had been one, Esther was another, but even still Isaac was different.
In one quick movement Abaddon pushed them both backwards onto the floor and popped the blanket over their heads, so they were truly cocooned in their own little world. “Perhaps no longer dulled but more intertwined,” he rumbled, his own double meaning lost on him as he pressed his nose and lips past the young priest's collar.
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Isaac yelped as he was pushed down, grabbing Abaddon as he reflexively curled up to lessen any blow. He settled under the cocoon, whining softly at Abaddon's lips and nose pressing past his collar. Isaac swallowed, reaching up to loosen his collar for Abaddon, a selfish want curling in him as he twisted his legs with Abaddon's.
"Intertwined?" He echoed, leaning up to brush his lips along Abaddon's jaw. His hands slid over the demon's back, curling and catching against his vertebrae.
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Longing? Yearning? What was this stupid emotion? He missed Isaac but the damn fool was right there.
He let his weight rest on the other, fully pressed against each other and still it wasn’t enough. His mouth ached with the dull need to bite, to take Isaac inside- oh! Right! The gears clicked in Abaddon’s mind but couldn’t turn just yet. While he and Esther didn’t give a fuck if they fooled around with others (they were literally magically bound together, wtf was a little casual sex gonna do other than make them more experienced for each other) Abaddon had a feeling Ben and Isaac were not in the same boat.
Although… Abaddon caught sight of the way Isaac moved to let him advance closer. “Interconnected,” he added like that might help steer the conversation the right way without his usual bulldozer antics.
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"Interconnected...oh!" Abaddon could surely feel the heat as Isaac blushed like a ripe tomato from Ben's garden. Was that what these feelings were? Isaac and Ben had talked about being open, once or twice. They had settled on the agreement that they wouldn't mind any casual relationships before marriage, as long as they talked about it before or afterwards. Did this count as casual though?
Isaac didn't shy away, staying pressed right against Abaddon. "So the tug, it's us being interconnected?" His hand wandered to press over where Abaddon's heart was, wondering absently if he had one in this form. The sensations from Abaddon and Esther's experiments told him no honestly.
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Abaddon’s ear twitched. So Isaac felt it too, at least they were on the same page. One hand moved to the buttons of Isaac’s robes, undoing them slow enough to give him time to rebut, before undoing his own buttons.
He didn’t wanna talk about the philosophical ponderings of what they were and what they had become because of each other, he just wanted to touch. Technically skin to skin was supposed to be warmer anyway.
Abaddon traced his cold fingers up Isaac’s neck, feeling the way their heart beats ran in sync. It was a shame he couldn’t touch Isaac’s essence the way Isaac could touch his. Where Abaddon’s organs were malleable, ever moving, and tangibly intertwined with his spirit in a way that could be played with, it was much more likely that Isaac just semi-regular human organs.
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Isaac swallowed at the slow undressing, reaching under Abaddon's shirt to trace his hands over his ribs. Was this desecrating a church? Abaddon's cold fingers were on his neck, and he found he didn't care anymore. He tipped his head aside with a groan, tucking his chin over Abaddon's shoulder. Hidden here under the comforter, it was warm and secluded, and easy for any wrongness about this situation to slip from his mind. He scratched his nails over Abaddon's ribs, digging in enough to almost draw blood. Isaac slotted his leg between Abaddon's thighs, pressing it up as he let his robes slide off his shoulders.
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Was it weird to think Isaac was pretty? No, probably not, and in any case he didn’t care. Abaddon was just glad Isaac was finally letting himself enjoy things, the way his body had been designed to enjoy.
A loud purr erupted from Abaddon’s throat as Isaac clawed at his ribs. Looks like he was learning to enjoy other people's bodies as well. Abaddon pressed his thumb and pointer in Isaac’s jugular veins just enough to make the other lad dizzy. He and Isaac’s junk rested on each other's respective thighs, Abaddon nipped at Isaac’s ear and grinded against him almost shyly.
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Isaac gasped, eyes fluttering as Abaddon pressed on the vein. In between the pressure and the way Abaddon was grinding on him, he was starting to get lightheaded. He dragged his hands down to Abaddon's hips, pulling him closer as he started to grind against him as well. The pleasure from such a simple action felt doubled as he shifted to rub his dick against Abaddon's with a soft whine. Right, they were tied together in pleasure, he had almost forgotten. "Abaddon-" Isaac groaned, working his hands under the demon's waistband.
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Abaddon’s hand moved from Isaac’s neck to allow the demon to nip at his neck instead. His tongue ran hot up the side of Isaac’s throat before suckling a mark near his collarbone. His hips followed Isaac’s suggestion, grinding with more fervor as he trailed nips and kisses down the other clavicle. He loved exploring his partner with his mouth.
Every action he made on Isaac reverberated in his own mind, and brought him to full mast in record time. Wandering down his chest, Abaddon licked a long stripe up the scar before sucking one of Isaac’s nipples into his mouth.
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Isaac moaned into his neck, sucking a mark there. His back arched when Abaddon licked his scar, heels digging into the wood. His hand wandered down Abaddon's hip, until he grabbed the demon's dick, stroking roughly. "Abaddon, please don't taunt me." He pleaded, dick twitching as his hips jerked. "I know you don't take this long with foreplay." Isaac hissed, biting down on his neck.
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Abaddon nearly choked as his dick was man-handled. His magic flared within him, begging to come out, to morph his form in response to the hedonistic attention, but to no avail.
“Needy,” he teased, nipping at the other's nipple. “Pardon me for savoring you.” Though he did move to palm the other’s junk casually. “Also I am trying to decide if it would be more satisfying to enter you, or take you into me.” Abaddon couldn’t even really figure out in what way he wanted penetration, oral? Anal? Thoracic? Though he probably couldn’t open his chest magically at the moment, any thoracic penetration would probably just be regular stabbing at this point.
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Isaac's nails definitely drew a bit of blood at that nip. "You're not usually one for savoring." He hummed, rolling them over so he was straddling Abaddon. "Last I felt, you were one for taking." He was admittedly a little loose from fucking himself with a dildo that morning. He had intended to corner Ben after the last of Christmas preparation to help his boyfriend unwind. "Just, let me, okay Abaddon? I'm already prepped." He offered, letting go of the demon's dick to rake his nails up his chest. Isaac started grinding against Abaddon as he did, groaning into the other's ear.
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Abaddon wanted to roll his eyes or bite back at Isaac’s judgement of his character, though he knew he was right. Also the demon found himself decently distracted by the sudden flipping of their positions, and action that ruptured their blanket cocoon for a moment letting a blast of cold air hit their heated skin. Abaddon hissed at the cold in one moment, and in the next felt his eyes bulging out of his head. Already prepped? His laugh fluttered at the nails on his chest. “You are getting awful good at such sinful activities.” He wrapped his arms around Isaac’s back and shoulders bringing him close to bit harshly at his shoulder. “Show me what you have learned.”
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Isaac moaned at the bite, pulling the blanket back around them. "It's not sinful to feel the pleasure our bodies were made for." That was something him and Ben agreed upon by now, that mere pleasure wasn't punishable. He grabbed Abaddon's dick, lining it up with his hole. Isaac moaned, pressing it inside with a shudder of heady pleasure.
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The moment Isaac crossed the line and connected their bodies Abaddon’s grip tightened. He gave his counterpart no time to adjust or to savor as he began to slam into him at a ruthless pace. “Hmm true,” he answers casually, as though he wasn’t jackhammering Isaac. “Still fucking in your house of God seems a bit much.”
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Isaac let out a choked gasp, moaning as he clung to Abaddon's shoulders. "Abaddon, fuck!" He yelped. "It- it's not that immoral~!" He tried to reason, back arching. God, this dual pleasure was going to drive him insane, cock jerking as he slumped over Abaddon. He buried his face in his counterpart's neck, biting down to hide his moans.
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Abaddon groaned at the teeth in his shoulder, throwing his head back and laughing as he continued to slam home. It took a little bit of focusing but judging by the echoed sensation in his own body if he picked up his hips a bit he could hit- In his next thrust he managed to smack against their prostate.
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Isaac swore he might pass out, eyes rolling as he clenched harder around Abaddon. He came without warning, shouting in pleasure as cum streaked over his stomach. "Abaddon, fuck! Don't stop, please!" He pressed closer, grinding down on the demon's dick.
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Pleasure ricochet up the demon's spine as Isaac tipped over the edge. Red danced off their faces at the glowing of Abaddon’s eyes as his fingers laced through Isaac’s hair, yanking the young priest off his neck and crashing their mouths together. Teeth and tongue met in a passionate but sloppy dance. “You want me to come inside you?” He teased, whispering against his mouth.
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Isaac whined at the rough kiss, but he opened his mouth eagerly, nipping Abaddon's lip. He groaned, bucking his hips and grinding his sensitive cock against Abaddon. "Yes, yes Abaddon please cum in me, fill us both up." He knew it would feel good for Abaddon too. The smirks after Ben would cum in Isaac
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“Fuck fuck fuck,” Abaddon groaned like a prayer, his body nearing its limit. When the hell had Isaac learned to talk dirty? Intertwining their bodies like this felt amazing. More than just carnal pleasure, but the release of a growing tension they had both been ignoring. His hips lost some of their rhythm but none of the speed or force, his dick twitching hard inside Isaac as the demon filled him with his seed.
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Isaac let out a long moan, relaxing over Abaddon. This was comfortably peaceful, just warmth and Abaddon around him.
It didn't last long however, Nathan choosing now of all times to check the church. "Isaac, is Abaddon here to-oh!" He froze as Isaac jumped, the young priest scrambling to cover himself and Abaddon better.
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Abaddon hissed both at the cold as Isaac jumped up and knocked the cocoon around and at the sudden removal of his dick from its warm hug. Nathan’s voice was a surprise though to an extent it made sense to send the family member who couldn’t feel pain.
Abaddon covered himself though more out of disdain for the weather than any actual modesty. “This development does not assist us in getting the door open.” The demon sighed a small flicker of fire fleeting from his lips as he did so.
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"I think we have bigger problems than the door!" Isaac flicked his ear, tugging his robes up. This was mortifying. Being caught with Abaddon, having sex in a church.
"Well, not what I expected to find." Nathan admitted. Hey he had no room to talk after the various partners he had hidden in his room in high school. "Do you two need me to get someone? Someone alive?"
God take Isaac now. He dropped his face to Abaddon's shoulder. "Yes Nathan." He muttered. "Esther is never going to let either of us live this down."
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Abaddon laughed, letting hellfire fill his chest again as he used his magic to warm his skin. “Hahah! You are going to have to re-bless your church!” There was a chance the church would have to be regularly re-blessed given how close it was to a hell gate, but the notion that they un-holy-ed the grounds with gay-premarital-demon (semi selfcest) sex was considerably funnier.
He hopped up, barely shoving his dick back in his pants, and pushing thermal magic into the door. Despite the singe marks on the door, it remained in one piece and conducted enough heat to melt the snow so they could crack the door open and escape.
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"Don't remind me, it's going to take ages." Isaac shuddered. He stood up, grabbing the comforter from the floor. He had no idea how the church ever held any blessings with how close it was to the hotel.
Nathan smiled proudly at Abaddon for the show of magic, unable to help those instincts to father the demon, even as an adult. "You two better get back to the hotel before Esther and Ben start wondering if Hell dragged you back." He mused.
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Once outside of the church Abaddon wasted no time melting a path, and -as another flex of demon status- grabbing Nathan’s hand alongside Isaac’s and pulling along through the trail he had blazed.
“Are they not still preoccupied with their Eve rituals? Or perhaps is it time for that… specific movie.” He couldn’t ever remember the name but he knew that there was one Christmas movie in particular that Nathan insisted they watch as a family.
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"Yeah, it's almost time for Scrooged." Nathan confirmed, phasing through the snow easily. It had been his and Katherine's preferred movie to watch before Christmas as teens, and he loved keeping the tradition alive with his niece and nephew. Although, at least they hadn't carried on the drink every time something scary/deranged happened, part of the tradition. That would have ended in disaster.
Isaac squeezed Abaddon's hand, kicking up snow with each step. "I guess we were in there longer than I thought." He leaned over to whisper to Abaddon. "A shame we didn't miss that weird movie. I think that Christmas past is going to live in the same part of my mind as my dad in terms of fear."
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Abaddon, who had only just recently started to grasp the concept of prerecorded stories being played back on a device purely for the sake of entertainment, was not well known for paying attention to movies, and had virtually no clue what either of his loved ones were talking about.
“Why would the picture box displaying fictional stories of the demise of someone else bring you fear equivalent to the very real man with intent to harm you specifically?” Abaddon did not like the movies, but he greatly preferred the tradition to most other things. (caroling could get fucked.) The whole family cuddled up on the couch, with various snacks, and if there was a sufficient amount of alcohol involved Kathrine would start yelling at the TV, which -given how practical and responsible she usually presented herself as- was a hilarious change of pace.
As they approached the doors of the hotel, Abaddon took a moment to finish buttoning up his shirt. The mark on his neck hidden for now.
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Isaac checked his robes were fully closed, pulling the comforter closer. Hopefully he could wash it before Katherine noticed. "I mean the way they portrayed Christmas past is as terrifying as my papa's ghost." He clarified.
Isaac enjoyed the movie tradition, even if the movie was very, very weird. (he did much prefer the original Christmas Story) It was wonderful to get to get to be so close with the family, eating snacks and seeing Katherine and Nathan rib each other for age old jokes that only seemed to make sense to them. Nathan squeezed his ward's hand, letting go to step through the door first, and to probably let everyone know the movie could commence as planned.
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Abaddon hung in the doorway, brushing off a few stubborn pieces of snow, giving Isaac’s hand a squeeze of its own before dropping the appendage. “Do you want to tell Ben before or after the movie?” His skin still tingled, though if that was from the weird pull to Isaac, being trapped in a church for 15 minutes, his own magic suddenly coming back, or just the natural cold, he couldn’t tell
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"Before. Might as well do it now. Are you going to tell Esther?" He wondered. Isaac rubbed at his arms, unsure if the tingling was from the cold or from sex with Abaddon. He stomped off the worst of the snow, shivering at a cutting wind.
"Sometimes I wonder if the Undervale was cursed to have the most miserable winters in Midwich." He muttered. Isaac pushed the door open, shoulders slumping at the warmth coming from the lobby. This whole ordeal just made him realize he really needed to get heating in the church a lot sooner.
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He shrugged. It didn’t really matter, though he supposed it would be better if she found out from him than from Ben. “If you are telling Ben immediately, I venture I should do the same.” The movie could wait, there would only be mild bitching to endure from Nathan.