[One Shot] Demonic [Engish ver.] {BinSan}

Title: Demonic [English ver.]

Author: Riz Aino

Pairing: BinSan (Moon Bin + Yoon Sanha) (ASTRO)

Clasification: NC–17

Genres: AU, fantasy, demons, romance, drama, smut, pwp

Number of words: 4.9k

Summary: Bin's duty as a demon hunter is to destroy those terrible creatures from hell before they spread evil among humans.

Warnings: mention of some violence, demonic possession and use of religious spaces to maintain explicit sexual relations.

Notes: story written to celebrate Halloween. This is a translation, if you want to read the original in Spanish, click here.

Author’s notes: I had been wanting to write something about these two for quite some time and they gave me the perfect excuse to do it. I hope you like it.

 

"Damn it," Bin muttered under his breath.

 

The hunter stopped, putting his hands on his knees, gasping for breath. He had just lost track of a demon he had been fighting a few moments before and had searched the entire area for it without finding it. He knew that he mustn’t be far away because he had hurt him and he must have been hiding somewhere nearby, in the shadows, trying to recover a little before disappearing completely so as not to run into Bin again, something that he wasn’t going to leave to happen, even if he had to search every corner of that neighbourhood. However, before continuing, he had to rest a bit, disinfect the wounds that the demon had done to him and, above all, take some more weapons and some holy water because he had lost one of his blessed daggers and his sword had been broken by that demon of immense power that he had to hunt down. Near where he was, there was a church where he could find some hidden weapons and, furthermore, it was a place where he would be welcome because the priest in charge of that sacred place was his best friend from the academy.

When Bin caught his breath, he immediately headed towards the church, although still trying to find clues around him that would indicate where the demon could be found, blood, or the putrid smell of the decomposition of his dark soul because the demons had been human once, long ago, humans who, during their lives, had behaved atrociously and whose souls had begun to rot within their very bodies until, at their death, they descended into hell and became demons. The more heinous his actions had been in life and the more centuries he had spent in hell, the more powerful the demon was, and the one he had been trying to hunt that night was far more powerful than he had first believed, so it must have been in that damned place for hundreds of years, getting stronger and stronger. It was also elusive, because he was missing and Bin had been unable to find him during the hours he had been looking for him.

 

All the way to the church, Bin saw absolutely no trace of the demon in that direction, so he entered the hallowed ground of the church by going through the gate first, then walking around the building until he found a small side door, hidden between the weeds that grew around the stone walls. The hunter unzipped his jacket and took the master key that he wore around his neck, the one that opened all the doors of the sacred temples of the city, where he could always find blessed weapons in case of need. He inserted the key into the lock and turned it until he heard a light click, then he hung the key back around his neck and opened the door, entering the place. Before him was a corridor with bare walls that he had to walk practically blindly because there wasn’t a single candle to light his way, but Bin didn’t need their light either, all the churches had a very similar architecture and, besides, he had been there many times, so he advanced without any problem until he found another door in front of him, opening it carefully and sticking his head out. That door was located in one of the side naves of the church, near the head of it, in a place from which he could see the entire church perfectly, thus ensuring that there was no one in the place who could see him. It was late, so there wasn't a soul in the church, at least there wasn't a single devotee Bin had to avoid running into, so he finally got out and walked towards the church altar, under the flickering light of the candles and candles that were everywhere, illuminating the temple. Near the altar table, on the floor, under a stone slab that could be easily opened and moved, knowing where to touch to lift it, was a small chest with blessed weapons that could save any hunter in distress. Bin took a couple of daggers and hid them in his clothes, keeping them close at hand so he could defend himself at any time, and he also took a long sword to replace the broken one, leaving the remains of it there, in a corner, thinking to go back for it as soon as he hunted down that demon to take it to a blacksmith specialized in that type of weapon so that he could fix it. At the last moment, he remembered that he must also take a bottle of holy water and searched among the stash for one until he found a small glass bottle that he kept in one of his pants pockets, also taking the first-aid kit to heal the wounds that the demon inflicted to him before he came back out of the church, where he was safe.

 

When the hunter had everything he had come for, he closed that little chest with weapons again with the slab that covered it and got up, intending to find a place where he could sit down to treat his injures before going out again in the streets, but he turned to find a tall figure, dressed in black from head to toe causing Bin to instinctively reach for the dagger he had just stuffed inside his jacket and pull it out, pointing it at the figure before realizing that it was Sanha, his friend, the priest of that church and breathing deeply, relieved. It wasn't as if any demon could attack him in a place like this, all the churches had very strong safeguards that were practically insurmountable, but he couldn't let his guard down even in there because he could always find some petty thief who was entered the temple to steal some of its riches.

 

"Sanha," he said, lowering his dagger and cracking a smile. “I wasn't expecting you awake at this time of night.”

"I had a bad dream and I couldn't fall asleep again, so I decided to pray a little and take care of the church," the boy answered before him. “The dream has given me a bad feeling.”

"There's a demon lurking nearby, probably your bad feeling was due to that," he commented. “I was trying to hunt him down, but he disappeared a few hours ago and I've come to replenish my arsenal of weapons and tend to my wounds before I return to look for him.”

“Do you need my help?” Sanha asked him, holding out his hand to him, asking for the medkit, but Bin shook his head at him.

"No need, just a few minor cuts and bruises," he replied. “I can do it without problem.”

 

The boy nodded and withdrew his hand and Bin simply walked down the steps to the altar to walk to the confessional on the opposite side of the church aisle from which he had entered, opening the confessor's door and stepping inside. He had some wounds on his torso, it wasn’t the best thing to undress in the middle of the sacred temple, so the confessional was the best place to undress and treat them. Bin carefully laid his jacket on the wooden seat, then unbuttoned a few buttons on his shirt before a movement beside him alerted him and a shadow appeared on the other side of the wooden latticework that separated the two parts of the confessional. The hunter stood completely still for a few seconds, without even breathing, until through the gaps in the wood he could see that Sanha was on the other side, only then did he breathe normally again and continued unbuttoning the rest of the buttons on his shirt.

 

"A couple of days ago the safeguards of the church started giving trouble," Sanha then commented, filling the silence with his voice. “There hadn't been any demonic activity in the area for quite some time, so I didn't think it was so necessary to contact the episcopate to renew them, especially since they were very busy with the council right now and I didn't want to disturb them.”

"Are the safeguards not working properly?" Bin asked, turning to the boy, half incredulous and half scared. Was there a very powerful demon out there, and the safeguards in the only safe place for miles weren't working?

“No.”

 

Sanha's answer was just one word, a word spoken in a voice much deeper than the priest's had ever had, a voice that made his blood run cold in just a second. Bin knew at that moment that something was terribly wrong and that he had to do something, but before his right hand could even grab the sword that hung from his belt, the wooden latticework that separated him from Sanha shattered into a thousand pieces and after these, the boy's face appeared with a twisted sneer on his lips, his eyes turning completely black in an instant, eyes that caught Bin's and left him completely still. The hunter tried to reach for the sword again, but his muscles didn't respond and he couldn't do anything but look at the person in front of him that was, and at the same time not, Sanha.

 

"S-Sanha…" he mumbled, his voice barely coming out of his mouth.

“You know? I've never set foot in a church before,” the boy said, not breaking eye contact with Bin. “And when I was looking for a place to hide to recover from the injuries you had inflicted on me, I ran into him.” A crooked smile appeared on his face. “The little magic left in the wards didn't even tickle me, let alone keep me away from it, so I decided to go in because the least likely place you'd look for me would be a church." Sanha's right hand went to his face and cupped his chin between his fingers. “I never would have imagined that I would meet a boy as charming as him, weak-willed and with such interesting thoughts.”

“Get out of him… cursed demon,” Bin hissed.

"No... I haven't entered a human's body in millennia... I'm not going to get out of it that easily," he replied. “Furthermore, I'm not the only thing that he wants to enter in him.”

 

Bin tried to answer that, to ask what he meant, to demand that he fight him, leaving Sanha's body aside; but before he could even say anything, however, the demon moved its hand from his chin and wrapped its fingers around his throat, squeezing firmly, knocking the breath out of him, as it walked towards him through the remains of the latticework of the confessional, causing more splinters as he broke the wood further with his feet. Bin tried to move his hands to bring them up to his and remove them from his neck, to breathe properly again, but he couldn't move them, he couldn't do anything to get rid of him and Sanha, possessed by the demon, continued to tightly squeeze his grip on his neck until his body was flush against his, his face only a few centimetres away. Only then did the fingers that had tightened around his throat cease and his hand returned to rest on his chin, as it had been at the beginning. Bin gasped in search of filling his lungs with air again quickly, after the time in which his passage had been cut off. When his lungs functioned properly again and he was able to fix his gaze on whoever was in front of him, the hunter gave him a completely cold look full of all the murderous instinct that ran through his veins at that moment. He was going to kill that demon, he was going to destroy it, of that he was sure, what he still wasn't clear about was how he could do it without harming the body he had occupied.

 

"I like that expression," the demon said, speaking through Sanha's mouth, moving his hand across his face, touching his cheek, his nose, tracing the outline of his lips with his fingers. “Hate me while I fulfil the darkest desires of the body I occupy.”

 

His face leaned over his, bridging the short distance that separated them, taking his lips, kissing him hungrily, intensely, without letting his mouth escape, tilting his face, bringing his hand from his chin to the nape of his neck to hold him tighter, firmly, licking his lips with his tongue and drawing it into his mouth, entangling it with his, exploring his cavity, doing what he wanted with him because Bin couldn't move, couldn't walk away and couldn't answer either, so he could only let the other invading his mouth without being able to stop him. Sanha's other hand continued to undo the buttons of the shirt that he had left half removed before, finishing doing it for him, then taking his hands to his shoulders to slide the shirt down his arms until he finally took it off, letting it fall to the ground full of splinters. The priest's body pressed against his as he continued to kiss him, leaving him breathless again, his fingers touching the muscles of his arms, up and down, then sinking his fingers into his shoulders when he finally parted from his lips, leaving a bite on his lower lip, a bite that left a small gash on it and the metallic taste of blood in his mouth.

 

"Do you notice this?" The demon questioned, pressing his crotch against Bin's thigh, the hardness of his member immediately brushing against it. “This is what you cause in this body, hunter.”

"Sanha…" he called, trying to find some of the humanity in the boy he had shared his years at the hunter academy with. “Sanha please… I know you're there… regain control of your body… I know you know how to do it… I know you can do it.”

 

The completely black eyes that denoted the demon's possession of his body seemed to vanish for a second, Sanha's brown eyes flashing into them; yet it was so quick, so light, that Bin couldn't tell if it was his imagination, his desire for the boy to answer his call, or if it really had just happened. He wasn't going to stop trying, he wasn't going to stop trying to find Sanha's humanity and help him get the demon out of his body so he could kill him without doing any harm to the boy, with his movements restricted because of the demon he couldn’t do much more, he would put up with anything he wanted to do to him until he had the chance to kill him.

 

"No matter how hard you look for this boy, you won't find him," replied the demon.

 

Immediately after saying those words, he leaned over his body again, this time his mouth seeking his neck, kissing, licking, sometimes biting, leaving marks on his skin as he brushed his fingers over the muscles of his torso, sometimes slightly, almost delicate, soft way, other times scratching his skin, touching above the wounds that the demon had made him a few hours before, going up and down his naked body, tracing the contour of his muscles, again and again, almost as if I would like to memorize them. Only after a long moment did his right hand drop a little lower and slip inside his pants, touching his crotch through the fabric of his underwear, causing Bin to gasp involuntarily at the heated air inside the practically shattered confessional, his voice reverberating throughout the rest of the empty church space. The hunter felt against the skin of his neck the smile of satisfaction on Sanha's lips at hearing him before his fingers found their way to his member, touching his hot skin directly, without any fabric of cloth. Another gasp, much deeper, much louder, escaped his lips and Bin couldn’t do with absolutely nothing to stop it. He didn't like that, that weakness that his body felt, his flesh burning, but with the friction it was inevitable that he didn't feel pleasure even though he knew perfectly well that it was that demon that was making him feel good, his mind was divided between the two feelings, the one of pleasure and the one of rejection for all that. However, he couldn't do anything while the demon was in Sanha's body, as long as the demon limited all movements of his body.

 

Bin ended up sitting on the confessional bench due to a push from the demon, which moved away from his body for the first time in all that time, removing its hand from his crotch as well. The hunter took a deep breath for the first time in a while, but almost choked on the saliva he swallowed as he watched as Sanha began to undress, taking off his black coat, pulling it over his head, unbuttoning the white shirt he was wearing underneath with amazing speed and leaving his torso bare in just a few seconds. The boy's skin was so fair that it almost glowed in the dim, flickering light of the candles that illuminated the space, still on the small chandelier set into the side of the confessional, the wax from the candles dripping onto the brass that held them. The demon who had control of the boy before him didn't stop at that alone, but also stripped off his pants and underwear, leaving himself completely naked, his erect member pulsing, pointing in his direction.

 

“Sanha…” he tried again, before the demon made him do something for which there was no turning back.

 

However, a smirk apeared on the boy's face before walking towards him again, swinging his legs over Bin's thighs, fitting his knees into the seat, on either side of his hips, pressing against his chest, this time rubbing skin against skin, his warm body against his, the tip of his member beginning to spill pre-cum against his stomach. A slight moan came from Sanha's lips with that touch, but the voice that came out was not cold, it didn’t belong to the devil, that moan had been ripped from the depths of the boy's being. Bin was puzzled for a moment, confused, but then an idea perhaps too risky formed in his mind. The pleasure had brought Sanha back to the surface, pushing the demon away and taking back control of his body, if only for an instant. He had done it before, when he had brushed against his thigh and Bin had called out to him and had just done it, when his member had brushed against his lower stomach. It hadn't been an illusion, nor his imagination, it had really happened and the hunter had to take advantage of it because the demon didn't seem to have been aware of what was happening.

 

Sanha reached his hand down to his pants to unbutton them, removing his underwear and pulling out his member, wrapping his hand around it, moving it up and down, causing rapid and incessant waves of pleasure to run through Bin's body, waves that made his body move involuntarily, gasps escaping from his mouth without him being able to do anything to stop them, but the hunter noticed something, despite the fact that he was unable to move his body at will because the demon was exerting his will on him, all the reactions he had to friction, when the other touched him and the pleasure ran through his body, he acted involuntarily, moving, doing things that Bin couldn't control, but that demon couldn't control either. Taking all this into account, the hunter knew that the only thing he could do was let everything happen, then he would deal with the consequences of his actions, but letting the demon make them have sex was the only thing he could do to finish him off, letting Sanha's rise to the surface due to the pleasure and expelling the demon that way, letting him take back control of his own body through the pleasure so he could kill the demon.

 

Sanha's fingers wrapping around his increasingly hard erection almost made him feel like he could touch the stars in the sky with his fingers, the pre-cum coming out of his member and causing the boy's fingers to slide much better over the surface of his erection, making it harder and harder by rubbing it. The boy's other hand went to his mouth and inserted a couple of fingers into it, smearing them with Bin's saliva for a few moments until then he moved a little on his body to access his butt and start inserting his own fingers in him, the expression on his face turning one of infinite pleasure as he thrust his fingers into himself, nearly jumping on them, moaning, plunging them into his rectum over and over, deeper and deeper. Even though Bin's member was being neglected because the boy was too lost in his own pleasure, the hunter felt how it hardened a few times because of the vision before him, too erotic, too exciting. Bin wanted to close his eyes to stop seeing that scene, but he couldn't do it, the only thing he could do was watch almost without blinking how Sanha prepared himself for him with a mastery and a sexual attractiveness that caused his libido to skyrocket and that the fire started to build up inside.

 

The boy before him didn't take too long to get his fingers out of him, he didn't waste any time in repositioning himself as he had been before, sitting on his thighs completely, guiding Bin's member to his butt and beginning to descend on him, leaning on him with his other hand on his shoulder. Sanha's squeezed his member in a completely exquisite way and Bin couldn't prevent gasps born from the depths of his throat from escaping from his lips again when his member was inside the boy's body completely. Sanha stood still for a few seconds, gasping for breath, and when he raised his head and his eyes met Bin's, Bin could see how the brown of his iris and the white of his eye had begun to show above the black that had completely covered everything. Still too faded, faint, but it was there, it was latent, Sanha wanted to escape the demon's control as much as he wanted to escape himself.

 

"Sanha…" he called, but the way his name left his lips was more like a moan than anything else.

 

That caused his eyes to become a little sharper and the boy began to move on top of him, going up and down, leaning on his shoulders to balance himself, inserting his member all the way inside him, almost pulling it out at times, his member rubbing against Bin's stomach, staining it with pre-cum, while looking into his eyes. The movement was constant, almost unrestrained, the moans were intense, denoting the pleasure that both were feeling with that and the movements of the hunter's body increasingly controlled by himself and less by the demon... until finally everything exploded. Sanha stopped moving while an intense moan that reverberated throughout the church escaped his lips, his member spilling his semen against Bin's stomach, his bangs stuck to his forehead by sweat, his eyes fully regaining their brown colour, his humanity returning to him, his body trembling against his as the orgasm ripped through him. A shadow appeared behind him at that instant, the shadow that Bin had been fighting in the first place and must have hunted down before, without letting it escape, the demon that had possessed Sanha's body materializing out of him. The hunter didn’t take a single second to grab the boy's body with his left arm while he drew his sword from his belt with his right hand, brandishing it in the narrow space of the confessional, cutting with it the little wood that was still standing, the candles that illuminated it and piercing the demon with its tip, exerting all possible force so that there wasn’t a single chance that the demon would escape from it. The figure of the demon screamed in that icy voice that made his hair stand on end, he screamed in pain and tried to grapple with Bin, but the sword had been blessed and it began to burn him from the wound out until it burst into flame, slowly wasting away on the splintering floor of the confessional, unleashing a rotten smell that made Bin gag.

 

The hunter stared at the flames at his feet until they finally disappeared, without damaging anything that was there because they weren’t flames of that world, and when they were completely extinguished, Bin finally let out a deep breath, releasing his sword on the ground and clutching the body that was still on top of him, that body to which he was still too intimately attached, a body that had stopped trembling but hadn’t raised his head from the gap between his shoulder and his neck. Despite the fact that the only thing that his being screamed at him was to continue penetrating Sanha again and again until he himself reached the pleasure of orgasm, that was something he couldn’t allow himself, so he grabbed the boy's hips to move him and that so they would no longer be united, but before he could do so, Sanha stopped him.

 

“Don't go out yet.”

"Sanha?" he called.

"Go on," he asked. “Please… go on…”

 

Bin bit his lower lip, noticing in it the bite wound that the boy had left him before, guided by the will of the demon, then remembering a phrase that he had said to him. "Furthermore, I'm not the only thing that he wants to enter in him." The demon had said things like that on several occasions, implying that Sanha also wanted that to happen between them and that he had succumbed to the demon because it was what he wanted... and Bin understood, understood that the "bad dream" that Sanha had had must have lured the demon to the church, that this was what had made him possess it, and that after achieving his goal, after obtaining his pleasure with Bin, Sanha had expelled the demon from his body because his mind had ceased to be weak and had been able to get him out of it. However, they weren't done, Bin wasn't done, so following his own desires and Sanha's, he began to thrust into him, moving his hips up and gripping the priest's hard, helping him move over him to get back on top of him, creating that exquisite friction between his walls and his member, in a completely unrestrained way until, a few minutes later, he ended up cumming inside the boy, the absolute pleasure running through his entire body from top to bottom, letting his head fall against Sanha's shoulder, trying to catch his breath. They both stayed that way, joined and embracing each other for a long time, without moving a single centimetre until Sanha began to move away from his body a little, leaning back to look at him and Bin did the same, their eyes meeting a few seconds before averting his gaze, embarrassed.

 

"I'm sorry," was the first thing the boy said before him, looking at the ground. “My lust has made us both sinners and nearly killed us.”

"You don't have to feel sorry," Bin answered, reaching up to the boy's forehead, brushing back his bangs, caressing his face after that, leaving his hand on his cheek, causing Sanha to look at him. “We have both done what we can to put an end to the devil… and the episcopate doesn’t have to know what has happened here.”

 

Sanha managed a small smile after murmuring a "thank you" in barely a whisper and Bin simply decided that he wasn’t going to do any more damage than was already done and leaned forward, taking the boy's lips of his own volition, knowing that the smile on Sanha's mouth as he kissed him back was also sketched out of his own free will and not because of the demon that had placed them in that situation… however, since they were in it, Bin wasn't going to hold back all his desires anymore and Sanha looked like he wasn't going to either.