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Ghost | Sinners in Secret | Chapter 26

Chapter Twenty Six - The Wedding Night Incident Pairing: Cardinal Copia x Reader/Sister of Sin x Papa “Terzo” Emeritus III Rating: Explicit Warnings: Plot, smut, etc. See AO3 for full list of tags! A/N: ** INSERT 'I WENT THROUGH SOMETHING TRAUMATIC AND VANISHED EXCUSE HERE' LOL! no but for real I'm sorry I fell off the planet, long story short my ten year relationship fell apart, I started my post-semi divorce hoe stage with someone I work with, lost all motivation and inspiration to write, have insane/mindblowingly good sex, see Fall Out Boy and BMTH at Fenway Park and managed to squeeze in time to see my first ritual at which I acted like a feral goblin LOL

As always, this chapter is has been reviewed by my beta, @lurancyvenom whom I love! Thank you for coming to stay with me and coming to the ritual with me, literally has been the best week of my life and I cried the whole way home from the airport LOL <3

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No sooner had I heard the sound of the lock flicking closed behind me did I feel hands tugging my veil off my head, tossing it to the side. Someone’s lips were already pressed against the skin of my neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive flesh, and I could no longer hold in the whimper that bubbled up in my throat. I felt Terzo chuckle against my skin as he stepped close behind me and his lips brushed against my bare shoulder. His hands settled on the curve of my waist and he pulled me back firmly against him. 

Suddenly feeling almost boneless, I couldn’t help my head rolling back against his shoulder, eyes shut, as he pressed featherlight kisses into my skin. I felt as though I was basking in the warm glow of Mediterranean sunshine as the heat pooled in my belly and in my chest. Gods, it seemed an eternity had passed since I’d had them so close to me, and I was drunk off of the sensation of them touching me together, finally at the point we’d all been waiting so long to reach. 

Strong hands cupped my jaw and I locked eyes with Copia’s mismatched gaze, filled with liquid fire. Tenderly, he pressed his lips to mine in a soft kiss filled with many light emotions. 

“...Ti amo…” he mumbled. “Amore… mia moglie… nostra moglie…”

The tone he used made a shudder slip down my spine, a gasp shared between our parted lips.

“Mm… la nostra amata moglie, Cardinale,” Terzo chuckled behind us. “Now she is all ours… nobody else's…”

Again, like twin flames, they pressed featherlight, open mouthed kisses to my skin. My chest, shoulders, cheeks, chin - anything within reach. I was panting and we hadn’t even moved from in front of the doors yet. 

“I love you, both of you...” I whimpered as Terzo rocked his hips, and obvious hard cock, against my ass. “You’re mine…”

Copia growled, deep and possessive, and he tugged me away from the doorway towards our bedroom. I followed along, almost like a marionette, and I took Terzo’s hand as we moved to bring him with me. I couldn’t help the giggle that slipped from my lips, and I blushed at the roguish look in my Papa’s eyes. Once we were in the bedroom, Copia made quick work of tearing the dress off of my body. Literally. I couldn’t help but gasp at the sound of the ripping seams, heat instantly pooling between my legs, and I locked eyes with him as he groaned. 

“Oh Tesoro…” Terzo chuckled behind me, his hand snapping out and cracking me on my bare ass. I jumped, letting out a quiet gasp. “How positively sinful… naked for us?”

I purred under Terzo’s touch as his hands, bare and warm, kneaded the stinging spot as he stepped close enough to grind against me. I felt drunk as I stood there panting, my eyes unfocused as they locked with Copia’s, the heat and lust evident in his hungry gaze. Copia stepped close to us, one hand settling at my waist as the other reached out and tipped my chin up, and he pressed his lips to mine in a kiss so searing it took my breath away. I whimpered as one of my hands reached out and cupped his jaw, my other reached back to grope at the swell of Terzo’s cock. 

The shorter man behind me let out a hiss between gritted teeth, resting his painted face against my shoulder as he rocked rhythmically against me. His hands settled at my hips before one slipped between my legs and ghosted against my core. I moaned into Copia’s kiss, heat flooding my veins, then tore away from him to snake one hand into Terzo’s hair and tug his lips to mine. 

He chuckled into my frenzied kiss, his fingers skilfully plucking the strings of my arousal in a way that only he knew how. 

“I want to taste you, Topolino,” Copia muttered, his hands sliding from my waist to curve around the swell of my breasts. I whimpered, burying my face into Terzo’s neck. “On the bed. Now.”

The sharp growl of the last word sent another shiver down my spine, and lust pooled between my legs. I kicked off my shoes, dress long abandoned on the floor, and slipped into the massive four poster. I watched as they both tugged their tailcoats and vests off, kicking off their own shoes. I couldn’t help the giggled shriek as Copia’s hand wrapped around my ankle and he tugged me to him, settling between my legs and trailing soft kisses down my chest. A soft groan slipped out before I could stop myself as he pressed gentle, teasing kisses against my hips and thighs, his fingers featherlight as he caressed my core. 

“Copia…please…” I whined, hands reaching down to thread into his dark hair. “No more teasing…”

“Ah, ah amore…” he spoke, and I jumped at the feeling of his breath against the apex of my thighs, a shudder running through me. “It is our wedding night, no? There is no rush…”

I felt my hips jump as his fingers slipped just slightly inside me, teasing me as they ran back and forth against my wet slit, but never went beyond barely grazing against my clit. I felt the bed dip and turned to see Terzo, positively feral as he looked down at me. He’d stripped naked already while I was distracted, and my eyes instantly drifted to his cock, my mouth practically watering. Gods I’d missed them, this feeling of being enveloped in love and passion and lust. 

“I need you, too…” I whimpered. While one hand remained curled in Copia’s hair, I couldn’t help as I reached out with the other for Terzo. The third Emeritus son was never one to last long when it came to me, not when I begged, and he smiled lasciviously as he slid next to me. 

“Always, Tesoro…” he purred, settling tightly against me to press soft kisses to my chest, collarbones, and bare breasts. “Anything for you.”

At that moment, Copia began to tease me with the tip of his tongue. I gasped, throwing my head back and arching my spine as his fingers spread me open and his tongue lapped at my core. My cunt clenched tightly as he groaned, his nose buried against me, and I rolled my hips in an attempt to get any friction I possibly could. His fingers suddenly thrusted into me while he sucked on my clit, and I felt my thighs clench against his head. The thread of my orgasm pulled tight, a strangled moan falling from my lips as I rode one husband’s face while the other murmured in my ear words of praise as he ground against my hip.

“Sweet girl, la nostra dolce ragazza…” Terzo murmured in my ear, his hands coming to settle against my throat. “Look at il tua Cardinale, si? Look at the way he devours you… I want you to look at him as he takes you apart.”

A broken gasp ripped its way from my throat as Copia slipped two fingers inside of me and curled to caress the sweet spot deep within me. I looked down and locked my gaze with Copia’s, a positively sinful look in his eyes. I was shaking, panting, and my fingernails dug into his scalp as he timed a flick of his tongue with a curling of his fingers and I saw stars. My orgasm ripped through me with little warning, my hips writhing against his mouth, and a strangled moan filled the room. It clearly had been too long since I’d been able to let them pluck the pleasure from my body. 

Copia pulled away and crawled his way up my boneless body, leaving wet open mouth kisses against my skin. My nerves felt frayed but I could tell by the look in their eyes that neither man was finished with me. I shuddered as Terzo tugged on my chin and forced me to meet his gaze. 

“My turn, Tesoro…” he chuckled darkly, a wolfish smile on his lips. Even after all this time I couldn't help the blush that spread over my cheeks.

Suddenly, with an ungraceful yelp, I felt myself flipped over and onto my front, my face in Copia’s lap while Terzo pushed my knees apart. I looked up at Copia, his eyes filled with so many emotions and heat that I couldn’t help the smile on my lips. He shifted slightly and I could see his cock in all its glory in front of my face, then gasped as the tip of Terzo’s tongue ran up the back of my thigh, followed by a kiss to my slick folds. 

My hand moved without thinking, curling around Copia’s cock tightly and moving in time with Terzo’s gentle, exploratory kisses to my core. I was panting and arching back against him in time with the movements, a whimper slipping from my lips before I could stop it. Copia drank in the sight of us greedily, his eyes hungry as he watched his lovers, his spouses, take pleasure in each others bodies. I felt the Cardinal’s hips begin to rock with the movement of my hand and I locked eyes with him as I finally took his cock, dripping precum, into my mouth with a groan. 

I watched as Copia slowly leaned back against the pillows, his arm behind his head as he held my gaze. I couldn’t help the shiver that ran down my spine. Suddenly there was a crack of skin on skin before the heat bloomed on my ass, and I couldn’t help the hiss that slipped out around Copia’s cock.

“Concentrati, amore…” Terzo chuckled behind me, a dark and mischievous sound. “We would not want to disappoint il Cardinale, sì?”

The feeling of Papa’s bare fingers sliding in and out of me, the pad of his thumb brushing teasingly against my clit with a feather-like pressure, it was almost too much. My eyes were hooded as I locked my gaze on Copia, who for his part was panting and lightly thrusting into my warm mouth as I bobbed up and down slowly. He groaned and his hand slipped to lovingly cup my jaw, his thumb brushing my cheek before twining his fingers through the hair at the crown of my head, urging me to pick up the pace. I moaned as I took Copia as deeply as I could, still not the entire length of his cock, and shuddered as Terzo slipped another finger inside of me. Papa curled his fingers and gently pressed against the spot deep inside me that made my legs shake and my arms almost give out. 

“That’s it, amore,” Copia hissed, hips bucking up at a faster pace to match my movements. “Una brava ragazza per me…”

“Ah, ah, Cardinale. We do not want to lose you so soon, hm?” Terzo chuckled, pulling away from my core and the building pressure began to ebb. I whined, but that didn’t stop the shorter man from wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me back against him. “Our lovely bride still has much in store for the evening…”

Copia’s cock popped out of my mouth as Terzo yanked me back and away from the other panting man. The look in Copia’s eyes could only be classified as borderline ghoul-like, feral and fiery. I could practically hear the growl deep in his chest as I was pulled away.

“Terzo…” Copia said, his voice low and menacing. “You better have a good reason for stopping Sorella…”

“Why of course, Cardinale… always.” Terzo chuckled, his hand snaking up and around my throat to hold me in place as he gripped my hip with his other hand.

I felt him under me, his cock hard and straining as I attempted to grind back against him. He chuckled, pulling me against his chest, and whispering against the shell of my ear.

“Papa gets what Papa wants, sì, amore?”

All I could manage in response was a keening, whimper-like sound. I knew it was all for the other man in the bed with us. I was a pawn between these two powerful men, a beautiful prize to be won in their unspoken battle of pleasure. Not that I was complaining. No, I was happy to be the one receiving all the attention from them.

A light squeeze of my throat brought my attention back to the moment as I felt Terzo settle behind me, his other hand gripping tight to my hips as I panted and tried to roll my hips against him. His chuckle was a deep rumble against my bare back as he slowly ran his cock against my dripping cunt, a broken gasp slipping from my parted lips. 

“Pazienza, dolce ragazza, pazienza, sì?” Terzo’s voice deep as he whispered to me; his breath hot on the shell of my ear, my breath ragged. “A little tease for our dear sposa…”

I felt the pleasure rolling deep in my belly and I couldn’t help but look at Copia, heat filling my cheeks as I took in the sight of him. His hair was a mess; between my fingers curling in the strands while he ate my cunt like a starving man, and his own hands running through it to push it back away from his eyes, it looked wild. His paints had been smeared on his lips, some almost certainly between my thighs, and the large panda-like eyes were muddled around the edges from sweat. He looked disheveled and undone, something the very reserved Cardinal never let show. I couldn’t help the small smirk that appeared on my face as he locked eyes with me, knowing full well I was the one responsible for this panting mess of a man.

Suddenly Terzo pushed his hips forward, the tip of his cock popping deliciously into me as he edged forward. I gasped, eyes snapping wide as I arched my back and tried to turn back to look at my Papa. His hand on my throat slid upwards and under my jaw, pinning my head to meet Copia’s gaze. The Cardinal was enraptured, his gaze locked on mine, his chest rapidly rising and falling.

“Look Tesoro, look what you do to il nostro soffocante cardinale…” Terzo purred, his hips slowly ebbing and flowing against my shaking body. “Let us give him a good show, eh?”

I cried out as the tight grip on my hip slipped to my lower stomach as Terzo used my arched back against me and began to thrust into me at a punishing pace, the angle perfect as it allowed him to lave against that sensitive spot deep inside me. I shuddered against him, small pants slipping past my lips, all while I obediently kept my eyes on Copia. Terzo’s lips pressed softly against my neck and shoulder as his tongue and teeth gently grazed against my over-sensitive skin. I watched Copia’s hands clench and unclench, something he only did when struggling with a decision; a thrill running up my spine at the thought of what it could possibly be.

I could feel the embers of heat in my belly begin to grow into a steady flame, my thighs shaking as Terzo held me tightly in place. The noises I was making began to grow in both frequency and volume as the pleasure coiled tighter and tighter inside me. I was fighting to keep my eyes open as my nails dug into the soft sheets below me. 

“Terzo…please…” I begged, my voice almost ragged as I panted.

“Are you close, amore?” Terzo purred, the hand around my throat coming to cup my cheek and turn my gaze to look at his mismatched eyes.

“Y-yes!”

The coil was so tight it was almost painful, my breath was labored, and I knew my lips must have been swollen.

“Touch yourself,” he ordered, mismatched eyes flashing for a moment as he kissed me, suddenly, possessively. 

The hand holding my jaw gripped my wrist, wrenching my hand from where I was clawing at the sheets and shoving it between my thighs. His finger guided my own at first until my sex-addled brain caught up and took over the aggressive movements. I was moaning and panting into his mouth, my head falling back against my shoulder as his movements became less and less precise. I knew he was as close as I was, my eyes drooping closed as I felt the last strands of the rope holding my orgasm deep in my belly begin to fray. A smack on my ass made me yelp and my eyes flew open, Terzo’s smug face looking right at me as my body began to shake with the effort of holding my orgasm back.

“Eyes on me, amate,” he growled, and a whimper slipped from my lips. “Vieni per il tua Papa…”

The wave of my second orgasm of the evening ripped through me, a strangled cry bursting out before Terzo’s lips were on mine again. I shuddered in his arms, the pair of us falling forward slightly as he pounded into me before I felt his hips falter for a moment. His cock twitched inside me as he followed me over the precipice, both of us panting in the afterglow together. I slumped, boneless in his arms as I tried to gather my breath.

“Dolce, bella ragazza…” Terzo muttered as he pressed soft kisses to my bare back.

I smiled, slightly delirious and exhausted as I stretched out my burning thighs. I could feel the chuckle rumbling in Terzo’s chest behind me.

“It looks like I won the bet, Cardinale,” Terzo preened, and my eyes slid open, watching the two men as I adjusted my position to settle back against the pillows. “Amore looks… come si dice… cock wasted?”

“Cock drunk.” Copia’s voice was low and gravely, my eyes drifted towards him. 

The expression on his face was dangerous and I couldn’t help the thrill that ran through me. There was only one thing that face meant, and I was quite looking forward to what was in store. 

“She looks pretty okie dokie to me, yes?”  

I couldn’t help the snort that slipped out, my hands coming up to cover my mouth a second too late, and the arched eyebrow on Copia’s face told me all I needed to know. 

“On your feet, Topolino…”

His hand grabbed mine as he slipped from the bed, practically dragging me along after him as I struggled to make my legs work. My body was already deliciously sore as I moved to follow Copia, whose mismatched eyes flicked between my own and Terzo’s slightly shocked face from where he sat. We stopped at the foot of the bed, Copia coming to stand behind me as he pressed a hand between my shoulders to have me bend at the waist. He gently nudged my legs apart, widening my stance as I placed my hand on the ottoman at the footboard. I whimpered slightly as I felt Copia’s hand ghost over my swollen cunt, already beginning to drip at the multiple ideas of what awaited me. 

“You see, Fratello…”

“That is marito now, Cardinale…” Terzo snickered.

“Mi scusi, marito…” I didn’t need to see Copia to know the look on his face was murderous. “La nostra sposa and I have been together longer than you and her; naturally I would say I know her body better than you do, no?”

There was a sharp edge to his sickly sweet tone, and I felt my skin prickle. I couldn’t see him but I could sense him, almost like prey trying to stay still to avoid the eye of their hunter. I knew my breath was coming in quick pants, heart thundering in my chest.

“Per esempio…” A sudden sharp crack of his hand on my ass made me jump, though I had enough sense to keep my gasp as quiet as I could. “I know that she prefers a rougher hand at times, sì Topolino?”

Another crack of skin on skin and I wasn’t so lucky as to keep the cry in this time. I heard Copia chuckle as his hand gently ran over the reddening spot, my instinct taking over as I pushed back against his gentle touch.

“Y-yes Sir.” The words didn’t seem as confident as I said them out loud, tone warbling at the end. I couldn’t help but let my eyes drift to Terzo. 

His breathing, previously calm and collected, was now borderline panting. Even from here I could see the way his pupils were blown wide as he watched Copia and I, his cock already hardening again between his thighs. 

“Una brava ragazza… I had her trained so quickly.” Copia’s voice was coming from behind my right side, my heart thundering as I tried to brace for the next swat of his hand. “She took to this so swiftly, so well…”

I jumped as his fingertips just barely brushed against the column of my spine, like he was trying to feel out each and every vertebrae along the way. His hand stopped just at the base of my neck, lazily drawing a small circle. My skin prickled, goosebumps breaking out all over as I tried to not shake under his soft exploration.

“She reminded me of someone…” He was just in my peripheral vision on my right, I was practically eye level with his cock and I had to resist the urge to drop to my knees and finish what I’d started earlier.

“She reminds me of you, my dear marito.”

The noise Terzo made was so borderline inhuman, I couldn’t stop my head tilting up to look at him. He had scooted forward on the bed, closer to us now and sat back on his haunches. I dared to look over my shoulder at Copia, feeling emboldened by the distraction of Terzo, and the look on the Cardinal’s face made me almost stop this little exchange in favor of an evening more akin to a romance novel.

Copia’s face may have the sharp edge of a dominant taking charge of two submissives, but his eyes betrayed his true feelings. They were soft and full of warmth that was nothing close to the steaming exchange happening in front of me. I knew there had always been an unspoken bond between them, a tension that never felt quite like two close friends. This was as close to a confession of love I had heard from Copia, and my heart clenched at the idea of my husbands not only in love with me but also one another.

Terzo clearly felt the same way as me, if the goofy grin on his face was anything to go by. Papa slipped off the bed, coming around to us. His hand on the small of Copia’s back caught the taller man’s attention. Gently and with more emotion than I thought was possible from the normally dramatic satanic pope, Terzo pressed a soft kiss to Copia’s lips. The Cardinal’s arms came around the smaller man’s waist and he tugged him tighter against him, the kiss growing heated as their lips parted. I couldn’t help as I slowly straightened up, blushing as I watched them. After a moment Terzo pulled back, a small soft smile on his lips as they rested their foreheads against each other. 

“Ti amo anch'io, Francesco,” Terzo chuckled, stepping back slightly and coming to me. 

His eyes were warm as he pulled me into his arms, cupping my cheek with one hand and slowly pressing his lips to mine. There was so much emotion in that simple action I thought I might actually cry, my arms slipping around his neck as I pulled him in. He chuckled into the kiss before stepping away slightly, turning to look back at Copia with a wry look on his face.

“No more of this game, eh Cardinale? Let us show her how we can work together to give her the best night of her life…”

Twin pairs of mismatched eyes turned to me, a blush spreading over my cheeks as they smirked at me. I felt Terzo’s arm wrap around my waist and pull me towards the bed, Copia’s gaze on my nude form as I followed obediently.

I slipped onto the bed, reclining in the middle of the mattress, and watched Terzo as he crawled toward me before settling between my legs. I felt his hand as it slid up my thigh, sending goosebumps over my skin. Terzo leaned forward and pressed soft kisses to my jaw and I couldn’t help as my eyes fluttered shut. 

“Amore… keep your eyes open,” Terzo chuckled as his lips slowly slid down my neck and his teeth nipped the sensitive spot by my ear. “We would not want to miss il Cardinale joining us, sì?”

I felt the bed dip as Copia came to slide himself behind me, and I leaned back against his bare chest, my head now resting on his shoulder and ass nestled against his hardening cock. I arched my back as Terzo’s lips slowly slid down my neck, across my collarbone and between my breasts while Copia’s hands slid from my upper arms, ghosting against the underside of my breasts, and came to settle on my hips. I felt him lean me forward slightly, a gasp bursting from my lips as he slipped his hand between my thighs, teasing my clit as he whispered to Terzo and I.

“Who is going to get the pleasure of your cunt this evening, Stellina?” the Cardinal growled, emphasizing his words with a rough roll of his hips. I moaned, resting my head against Copia’s shoulder while his fingers lazily pressed against my clit. “Mi chiedo chi avrà il piacere di scopare il tuo culetto stretto…”

There was a sort of strangled sound in the air, though truth be told I wasn’t sure whether it had emanated from Terzo or myself. Copia’s cock was now between my legs as he rolled his hips against mine, sliding back and forth against my slick cunt. I shuddered at the feeling as Terzo pulled my head forward to press a searing kiss against my lips. I moaned wantonly, feeling like a wooden marionette with the strings cut as he pulled me into his arms and settled me above him.

“Ride me, amore mia. I want to see your face when you come undone for us…” Papa groaned as I slid down on his rigid cock. A shudder ran down my spine, head thrown back and eyes hooded as I moaned his name.

I gave a few experimental rolls of my hips, before I looked behind me and locked on Copia’s face. His cheeks were flushed, hand roughly pumping his cock while spreading a slick liquid all over his length and fingers. I felt the bed shift as Terzo moved his legs to make room for Copia to settle behind me. I squirmed, rolling my hips against Terzo and I felt Papa’s hands grip my hips to hold me in place. Suddenly something pressed against my ass and I couldn’t help but tense up as Copia spread the lube.

“Stellina, you will need to relax…” The Cardinal purred in my ear, pressing his fingers against the tight muscle. “I will not hurt you… we will take this slow, yes?”

“Y-yes…” I gasped softly, cunt clenching as he gently teased me with his fingertip. “Yes, Copia…”

“Una ragazza così buona e desiderosa…” Copia groaned, finger now sliding in and out of meding in and out of me. 

Terzo groaned below me, his hands gripping my hips tightly to prevent me from rolling against them both. My own little sound of pleasure slipping from my lips, my hands planted firmly on Papa’s chest to keep myself upright as my thighs strained with the effort of keeping myself still. I let out a strangled cry as Copia slipped another finger in, my nails digging into Terzo’s skin despite his hiss of pain. I took a moment to adjust my position into something more comfortable while Copia scissored his fingers slightly as he slipped them in and out slowly, stretching me and making me feel more full than I ever had been before. Again, almost tenderly, Copia waited for me to adjust to the change before moving again. It wasn’t tease me anymore…”

“Copia…” I whined, feeling wanton as I rocked against him. I could feel Terzo straining to hold himself back. “Please don’t tease me anymore…”

“Are you sure, amore?” Copia groaned as I arched back against him again, the curve of my ass pressed against him. 

My only response was to moan into his neck as I buried my face against him. A deep, rumbling chuckle emanated from the Cardinal and I shuddered as he pulled his fingers from my ass before pushing me forward gently. His hand pressed against my lower back, causing me to arch my hips for him.

“Era da tanto che non condividevamo una donna così, sì marito?” Terzo hissed, his hands still gripping my hips almost painfully while I tried to squirm to find any sort of relief from the growing heat in my belly. “Una ragazza così coraggiosa…”

I felt the head of Copia’s cock brush against the tight muscle and I gasped, nails again digging into the bare skin of Terzo’s chest.

“Rilassati tesoro…” Copia mumbled in my ear, the slow push forward inside of me causing him to hiss at the feeling of me tensing up.

I couldn’t help the high pitched, strangled sound that slipped past my lips. My eyes fluttered shut, and Copia paused to give me time to adjust to the feeling of both of them. Copia’s hand on the small of my back slipped around to my lower stomach, pulling me and stretching me to the perfect angle for him to slip in. Terzo below me was shaking and panting, his expression almost pained, and I felt as he just barely shifted his hips. I could feel not only both of them inside me but the moment they brushed against one another through my walls, the heads of their cocks nudging each other. 

There were stars behind my eyes and a pulse deep in my belly as I tried to adjust my position while the two men inside of me began timing their thrusts to accommodate the other. I could feel Terzo shaking like a leaf below me; I knew he wouldn’t last long like this, and I couldn’t help but whimper as Copia pushed forward deeper inside of me. 

“C-cazzo, Stelina…” Copia groaned, resting his head against my shoulder blades as he panted. His thrusts faltered slightly and I knew they both were closer than either would like to admit. “Una brava ragazza per noi…”

A shudder ran through me and I bit my bottom lip to hold back a keening sound as Copia’s hand slipped from my lower belly to brush slightly against my clit. Terzo watched us with rapt attention, his face visibility flushed through his paints. 

“Do you see what you do to our Papa, amore?” Copia purred into my ear, his hips grinding against mine as he pushed me to rest more of my weight on my hands. “Don’t you see how he burns for you?”

I rocked my hips as much as I was able to in my position, Copia’s fingers skillfully plucking at the last strings of my orgasm. Both men groaned at the same time, and I couldn’t help the cock drunk smile from appearing on my face. In that moment I knew that as much as these men liked to think otherwise, I was truly the one in charge of our combined pleasures. I couldn’t help but lean forward, hands moving to tug Terzo up as much as he could, and press a searing kiss to his lips as I felt the sudden snap of my orgasm. He swallowed my desperate cries with a moan of his own; I could hear Copia hiss and swear but my mind felt like it was floating. 

Another few staccato thrusts from Terzo below me, and I felt his cock twitch inside me. His hands gripped my hips so roughly I knew I’d have bruises in the morning. He rolled his hips along with the pulse of my aftershocks, both of us shuddering at the feeling. Behind me there was a growl from Copia who pushed until he was fully hilted inside me, my high pitched keening sound ringing in my ears. The Cardinal tilted my neck and buried his face before biting down hard, not enough to pierce the skin but enough to sting. I arched back against him, shaking in his arms as the three of us slowly came down from our high. I was panting, entirely boneless, and unable to contain the goofy smile on my face as I flopped onto Terzo’s chest. Copia pulled gingerly out of me with a gasp before collapsing next to Terzo and I; an arm lazily slung around us best as possible. 

“Woah…” was all I could manage to say, my consciousness floating high above us still.

“I could not agree more, tesoro,” Terzo chucked, the sound rumbling in his chest as I listened to his heart pounding.

I looked up at him, resting my chin on my hands, and smiled sleepily at him before turning to Copia. He looked like he’d just run a marathon, chest glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. I reached out to him, cupping his cheek fondly and gracelessly leaned forward to press a soft kiss to his lips. I felt Copia smile into the kiss, his arm slipping from my waist to cup my jaw almost possessively. I pulled away, sitting back slightly to look at them both with a soft warmth in my chest. 

“I love you, both of you.” I smiled, tears welling in my eyes. “I cannot imagine what my life would be like without you two, thank you…”

“Oh Stelina…” Terzo crooned, hand coming up to brush the tears away from my cheeks. “Do not cry amore, you will make this old man cry too…”

“Satana sia buono,” Copia chuckled as he sat up closer to us, practically wagging his eyebrows at me. “The only time I want to see tears in your eyes tonight amore is from pleasure, eh?”

I felt my cheeks flush, a shiver down my spine, and I smiled as he cupped my chin and pulled me towards his lips. Somehow I knew none of us would be getting much sleep tonight.

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[judyconda]

Papa terzo is the coolest man during Meliora/popestar era I Have.

Blessed me today

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[osiris-iii-bc]

Cocoon [Papa Emeritus III x Cardinal Copia -Non related- OS]

Just me practicing fluff (and embarrassed at the moment). Born to be a ficlet, died as a whole one shot. Am I really surprised? If you enjoy old men softly making out, that’s the place for you. A very special thanks to @van-goghs-smoking-skull for the amazing beta assistance done on this text ❤️‍🔥

Rating: smut, slash, sex, domestic fluff, oral sex, anal sex, anal fingering, porn with plot, porn with feeling, romance, nsfw, established relationship, soft Dom!Terzo, Sub!Copia, Copia is an expert housewife, Terzo is… Terzo.

Pairing: Cardinal Copia x Papa Emeritus III (non related)

Words: 4.314

Summary: Just Papa Emeritus III and Cardinal Copia enjoying some alone time in their new residence after a long tour. Work outside, cuddles in.

>> AO3, Wattpad or down here 👇🏻

It had been several months since Copia had issued the ultimatum in that small tour bus kitchen.

"We need a house.", he burst out suddenly, flicking his cigarette into the plastic ashtray almost with relief.

"I don't recall us sleeping under bridges." Terzo lifted his gaze from the newspaper and fixed it on Copia, raising his eyebrows so he could look over his reading glasses. Then, without a word more, he returned to the newspaper with renewed interest.

"Terzo?"

"Copia... why do you want another house?" He put down the newspaper, conceding to him the attention he clearly demanded. Out of the window, Ghouls and roadies were preparing the stage for the soundcheck.

"I want a house," he emphasized. "But a real house. Our own house."

Terzo lifted the newspaper again, this time more interested and thoughtful. "A house?" he asked. "An entire house? Just for the two of us?"

Copia nodded vigorously. Not that Terzo was surprised; after all, it wasn't the first time they had planned something like this. Usually, it was just idle talk that ended up going nowhere. "The time is ripe." claimed Copia. 

Terzo was Papa, it was his right to demand the purchase of a new property, and Copia certainly wouldn't let that opportunity slip away. As the years passed, they both started feeling the natural need men often desire after a life well-lived: an equally well-deserved rest, made of simple things and good company -. perhaps a book to read in front of a fireplace at night, instead of the wild parties they started to lack energy for.

"You're the Papa," he had insisted, swirling the spoon in the coffee cup he had prepared. That was a point he never stressed enough. "We said we would do it when you became Papa."

"Yes, but... let's take things slowly." Terzo had restrained. "The Church already owns other residences, and we should discuss it with Imperator, the others-"

"You're the Papa. You can and you will.", he retorted, sticking to his point. Then, he raised a finger, reconsidering, "No, wait, I'll tell Imperator. She trusts me more than you."

Terzo gave him one last resigned look, "You really have no tact, you know?"

And so it was that, a few months later, while Copia was busy with the real estate agent discussing the tranquility of the area and the good condition of the house, Terzo preferred to wander through the rooms alone, already imagining what their own house could look like. He could already see Copia fully immersed in the role of interior designer, choosing all the furniture and colors to decorate their little kingdom. He envisioned scenes of unusual everyday life, like a breakfast prepared together or a night spent close in their bed, in their room, without pressure and without restrictions.

Convincing Imperator that the pontiff was growing old and tired and needed a secluded residence to recover after the long tours where he could relax in privacy and silence, had been moderately easy. If Terzo had assisted in their meeting, he wouldn't have spoken to him for a whole day for having used his age again to justify his requests. After all, he wasn't that much older than him. And if he tried to bring up that bothersome rumor about him dying his hair to cover the white roots, it would have been even more catastrophic. Nobody seemed to believe his explanation that he was just reviving the color. 

However, it had worked, and the end always justifies the means, right?

The house was well-ventilated, bright, and spacious, made comfortable by the warm tones of wood. Perhaps it was a bit too large for just two people, but they would certainly find enough space for parties or some star-like indulgence, such as a game room or a personalized gym, giving a purpose to that couple of spare rooms.

The completely glass structure overlooking the garden, which initially seemed like a small greenhouse, was actually a bathroom, complete with a large bathtub and a shower prominently displayed for "true lovers of privacy," as Terzo sarcastically remarked.

How could one not love a house with the toilet on display?

If Copia hadn't come back to him reporting the long-awaited positive outcome, he probably would have been the one begging him to buy it.

**

Copia waited for Terzo's return like a loyal dog awaits its human, with his nose up in the air behind the door.

He had been there for days, accompanied by a group of Siblings, to prepare the house and ensure that Papa had everything he needed for those well-deserved days of rest after such a demanding tour. It was the perfect excuse to be the first person he would see upon his return, and it had been even easier sending away all the collaborators before his arrival. Papa will be very tired and not inclined to have people around, of course… Inventing problems to find solutions had been one of the skills that brought him to the highest ranks of the Clergy, after all.

While following him during a few stops of the European tour was a relatively easy task, the American leg was a far more complicated matter. His services were needed more at the Ministry than in Papa's entourage, so the Cardinal had spent those weeks of excited expectation planning every detail, meticulously creating their little nest. He had required a surprising quantity of scented candles and soft pillows for the sofa, for evenings spent curled up together sharing tender moments—or indulging in carnal sins, depending on the mood. He had also needed a complete assortment of creams and toiletries to meet both of their shower routines, bottles of wine to celebrate his return… just the basics to make the night, or the morning, or whenever they pleased, comfortable enough to take all the time and freedom to make love wherever they wanted, without the usual furtive glances toward the door, anxious that someone might knock at any moment, especially at the most inconvenient times. Pots and pans were there for when they would wake up in the morning, hungry and inspired for a late breakfast. The food storage he had arranged would have probably been enough for a whole month, but he wanted to be prepared for any request the Papa might have had during those days...

Then, the metallic sound of the engine moving and tires running over the gravel had distracted him from that daydreaming. 

He observed the black car pulling into the driveway from the window, and it felt like that day, many years ago, when Cardinal Terzo had irradiated him with his presumptuous aura at their first meeting, already feeling like the star he had become years after; hard not to fall for his raven hair and cumbersome personality. 

First his shoe appeared from the bottom of the car door, landing on the gravel of the walkway, then his hair emerged at the top of it, and as he fully stepped out of the car, his entire figure materialized, pausing just long enough to adjust his coat against the gentle breeze that tousled his hair. He promptly slicked it back with a natural gesture so familiar to the Cardinal. 

His more casual attire made him look less like a cult leader and more like a strange type of business man. For as much as Copia loved his casual look, there was nothing that could save him from the shivers he felt at black masses, where his vestments made him look like a divinity manifesting on the pulpit. 

Terzo finally saw him at the door, the glimmer of a smile moved his lips. It was such a rare thing to see him smile.

The Cardinal efficiently grabbed two of his bags, just to speed up the unpacking process; he dismissed the driver and assistants and finally closed the door behind them.

"Home, finally." Terzo sighed, relieved. He slid off his gloves and looked around, curious about what the Cardinal had prepared for him. It was a strange sensation not to hear the constant murmur of the Ministry residents or find himself surrounded by Clergy figures and Siblings of Sin, finally feeling the trappings of the rockstar fading away as he entered the driveway.

"How are you?" Copia helped him take off his coat, in that respectful way that still betrayed an unnecessary professionalism, a hard-to-break habit.

"Hungry, If I have to be honest."

"Oh, great, I have prepared an asso-" But he soon felt something stopping his steps and his words. It was Terzo's arm, grabbing him by the waist, pulling him back against his body. "Where are you going?" and only in that moment did they share a proper kiss, in that way Terzo had to just reassure him that, though time had passed, his passion had never faded with it.

He had to credit Copia for the merit of that idea. He had managed to create a sense of family that they had never been able to experience before.

Living at the Ministry was both an honor and a burden; it had been their home for the larger part of their lives, but as time passed, they found themselves craving silence and the absence of obligations hanging over their heads. They longed for something that could make them feel like individuals and not just replaceable parts of something bigger.

The topic of work was only touched in view of some imminent commitment when Terzo was on break; this evening is no different, aside from the adventures Terzo had brought with him during those nearly three months of uninterrupted touring, shared along with a bottle of good wine. For the rest of the time, they were just simple men or, at least, for a small part of the year they could allow themselves the illusion of being so.

Copia had tried to say something deep on the matter, but Terzo had silenced him with his lips, tasting the intense flavor of wine in his mouth. There was no need to overthink, not that night. "We have an inauguration to celebrate." Terzo breathed on his freshly kissed lips, his arm still tightly around his shoulders.

They then rose from the couch where they had settled after a lavish dinner —cooked by Copia, as Terzo's hands were perfect everywhere except on the stove— to roll into their bed without clothes and without even closing the door, because they could.

On the way to the bedroom, Terzo spared no compliments for anything they encountered along their path, gradually freeing Copia from his cassock, starting with the belt, then the tunic, the shirt underneath, all while taking every opportunity to praise the choice of plants, the arrangement of books, the positioning of chairs, so meticulously studied in every detail! He alternated sweet comments with sweet kisses on his skin as he uncovered it.

Maybe a bit too sweet for his standards…

Copia stopped to take a good, suspicious look at him. "Why do I have a feeling that you are about to ask me for a favor?"

"Because I am actually about to do it." Terzo moved his chin to indicate something beyond the bed, "The wardrobe. I may need half of yours. Or a new one."

Copia rubbed his face with his hand, smiling faintly "Or a whole dressing room… How could I underestimate your vanity."

"Don't rush, we have time. It must have been tiring planning all this, ordering stuff, choosing the colors of the curtains…" he kissed him, sucking his lips lightly before a last, soft lip touch, "looks like you need a break too."

"There is only one task missing from the list…" and with a gentle pressure on his chest, he flipped positions, finding himself knelt on the bed, "Let me take care of you." As he always had, by the way. Sometimes you can't get rid of your profession even in the most intimate moment, and taking care of Papa was the best job Copia may have ever dreamt of.

He freed Terzo's arms from the shirt, pulling off one arm at time in a deliberate slow way, then kissed the back of his hand, like he had seen Terzo do countless times. He then placed it on his chest so that he could caress him; an excuse for Terzo to quickly reach to his back and pull him closer, enough to kiss his navel by lifting a bit on his elbow.

"Have you practiced while I was away?", his hand still on the Cardinal's back.

"I learned from the best teacher."

Copia leaned towards him, but Terzo swiftly met his lips halfway, as if waiting for Copia to bow down to meet him was too much wasted time.

Then, he quickly ran his hands down his stomach and a little below, to reach and unbuckle the button of Papa's trousers, hearing him hiss when his fingers lightly traveled along his hardening length, in an accidental caress, while unzipping them all the way down. The Cardinal hadn't even slid them midway through his legs yet when he - literally - rubbed his face in the middle of them, impatient, inhaling that scent he had waited so long to smell again. He breathed him in through his boxers, letting his tongue taste the fabric and the damp skin beneath it. Terzo's breath trembled, his neck extended until his head touched the wood of the bed frame behind it while holding onto Copia's hair like he was on the edge of a ravine, about to fall, inviting him to press more against his bulge, even if there was no need to.

The Cardinal didn't have to move away that much to slide down that last barrier between his lips and the pontiff's bare skin; in fact, he rested his lips and chin on the soft trail of hair that marked the way from his navel to the warm flesh he just uncovered, keeping his eyes gazing up to Terzo's.

The pontiff could only breathe out an honest 'Oh…' for that long awaited freedom.

Copia kissed the sides of that growing erection the way he used to kiss his neck, with the same devotion, lips sucking his skin with generous smacks at every suction; his curious tongue, a wet serpent licking all the way from base to top and down again, after twirling on his dripping tip, in an obscene display of desire.

"Don't torture me, Cardinal…" 

It sounded like a prayer; he just knew how Copia could go on for hours with just kissing and teasing laps. Terzo's lips fell open, swallowing a weak moan when he saw his glans pressed between Copia's lips, his voice surprisingly high pitched. 

The Cardinal's tongue showed up to caress his head once more, before Terzo let go of a liberating sigh when he got swallowed whole by Copia's warm throat, sucking him in and out a few times.

"I want to suck you off in every single room of this house, on every surface, at every hour of day and night…" Copia breathed out on his tense skin, finally dropping the glamor he loved to cover himself with.

A shadow of a weak smirk moved the corner of Terzo's lips up, meanwhile stroking his hair gently. They had now lost their elegant hairstyle, and it was a rarity only Terzo could brag, to see him disheveled like that. "Looks like you already have plans for my retirement."

"Oh, it involves some of my favorite activities."

"Can I have a little spoiler?"

Copia took his time to give a last, long goodbye kiss to his cock, before kneeling on the bed to finally take off his own trousers, and the underwear soon after, revealing a vigorous erection he couldn't help but leisurely stroke a couple of times.

Their body shape was similar but with details that made them unique. Where Terzo was still lean and agile, even though smoothed with time, Copia was a bit more muscular, although less defined, but only because he was a bit more filled out than him, his waist and shoulders slightly wider.

The years had softened the meat on his belly, the same way age had done with Copia's. When kneeling, the muscle of the Cardinal's legs contracted, showing up in a fascinating hump. Terzo loved to touch them, feeling them stiff under his palm.

Papa's hand was wrapped around his leg at that very moment, caressing it from behind. He pulled back when Copia sat on his heels, spread thighs, leaning back enough to disclose his most private part - well, not so private to Terzo. He guided his hand down, lower than his sex, until he reached for his entrance, teasing himself with his fingers; his erection rested stiff on his belly.

Terzo fixed on his focused expression while he prepared for him, framed by the hair now freely falling at the sides of his face and on his eyes, giving him an unusual, youthful look; he could see his face contort in a different way as deeper his fingers disappeared inside him. He loved the way pleasure manifested on his face, so limpid and readable. The urge to ravish him and be the source of those blissful expressions was aching between his thighs.

"No, wait…", he said, unsurprisingly, looking at him tilting his head back, moaning for that self-given pleasure; he had just started to move his hips against his own hand. "Turn."

The sweetest of orders.

Before Copia could give him his back, they shared a deep but soft kiss that tasted like trust and stable habits. The hand on the Cardinal's back, sliding between his shoulder blades and down on his lower back, was a gentle request to lower the shoulders a bit more and arch better for him. Since he was already there, he squeezed his butt on his way to his entrance, more like a slap than a caress. He pressed lightly, testing his resistance, finding easy permission to fill him with one finger and, with a bit of work, a second one too.

With no rush, no need to impress anyone, a sequence of smooth movements they had learnt with time and practice.

"I must admit…" Copia tried to say, "That the event of your retirement would be -oh! Not that dreadful to me…"

Terzo flicked his eyes down at him for a moment, then twisted his fingers inside him. Copia exploded in a harsh groan. "I thought you wanted to keep the work outside." Then, another twist, to which he added a generous stroke on the base of his cock, squeezing it to a point Copia must have felt uncomfortable, by the way he cried again, "I could consider these words a betrayal."

"Will you punish me, your Unholiness?" Copia's tone was cracked by panting and struggling, but slightly hopeful.

Terzo took his time to ponder the possibility. "No." He simply declared; and that was his punishment.

He cruelly kissed Copia on his back, between his shoulder blades, before finally positioning behind him. He spat on his dick and rubbed it against the Cardinals distended entrance, pressing in slowly. Copia let his legs part wider, patiently waiting for Terzo to fill him, squirming and clinging to the bedsheets when he finally did; his mouth fell open, alternating mute moans and irregular panting, hardly breathing with the side of his face pressed on the mattress.

Almost fully leaning over his back, enveloping him from behind, Terzo started to stroke his cock to grant him every kind of relief he desperately carved, indulging on the head of his erection, so wet with precum, easily stroked by the ring of his fingers speeding the rhythm around it. The faster he trusted in him, the faster he stroked his cock, as if it was his own.

"All for me…" Copia managed to say with what was left of his breath "Can-can you imagine? This everyday…fucking me everyday…"

That was easy to imagine, especially while he was actually fucking him, eyes closed, gripping those hips made just for him, until they had reached the climax almost together, groaning as if it were a release.

Copia loved to hear his voice change in those moments; it looked like he had a whole set of tones only audible while he was experiencing pleasure. His voice went down at least an octave, relaxed, almost tired, a raspy sound that rebounded in his chest and down through his thighs, especially when he got to hear that voice - broken and needy - heavy breathing curses and filth straight in his ear, animalistic and coarse, like his last groan suppressed on the skin of his shoulder.

Sweaty and breathless, Terzo had collapsed onto Copia's body, who had caught his breath and then uttered those words, seemingly out of nowhere. Because in those moments, Copia tapped into the poetic vein that he usually infused into his passionate sermons.

He said, "In a way, we are luckier than regular people because they have serenity right under their noses and are never happy. We have to struggle to reach even a bit of peace, but at least we know how to be. We really understand the value of it." 

Terzo hadn't said anything because, even if he wanted to find the right words to reply, he wouldn't have found them. So, they stayed silent for a while, then Copia resumed talking because he just couldn't keep his mouth shut for five straight minutes anyway.

If there was a spectrum in how the mind works, Terzo and Copia would stand on the opposite sides. 

Terzo, the pragmatic mind, was a man of action. He approached life with an impetuous attitude, even if his actions were often far from agreeable. 

Copia, on the other hand, was immersed in theory. Talking with him meant exploring the infinite chambers of his mind. There was no question how he found himself most comfortable between the walls of a library, engrossed in the pages of philosophy or historical books or indulging in deep conversations with the elder members of the Clergy. Terzo often described his way of getting lost in his thought with the "well" metaphor he himself had invented: inside Copia's head there was a well he descended every time he got silent when exploring a certain concept, chasing every idea and possibility with his little wooden bucket, sitting at the bottom of it; then, all of a sudden, he’d emerge with the product of his reflection, which never failed to enrich the dynamic of their contrasting relationship.

"...And you know that some butterflies live on average from a few hours to a week? Some even longer, but it doesn't matter because they still don't last long... Anyway, in those few days, they manage to live a complete life. Have you ever thought that when we're together, even just for ten minutes, it's like we have everything we need to live a whole life? In a week that we spend in this house, alone, it's like we truly live another life, in which nothing is missing... don't you think?"

But Terzo didn't respond even then. Copia had always been curious about nature and animals, he had probably been fascinated by one of his last readings. He didn't even realize that it was a genuine question until Copia repeated it to him, but he still didn't answer. Not that he didn't want to, but he didn't feel the need to respond. It was nice that Copia said it, and it was nice to listen to it... It was nice that those words hung suspended between them, and that was enough.

That was how they had fallen asleep, and how they had woken up. Or at least, that's how Terzo had woken up, with that sense of serenity and complete life running through his veins..

Then they got up to prepare breakfast, and... Terzo's phone rang.

Copia patiently waited for him to pick it up, gazing at him as he rolled his eyes at whatever name was on the screen, then walked out to the patio to respond. He observed Terzo pacing up and down the perimeter of the platform through the windows before greeting him with a resentful, "We said no work while we're here." when he returned.

Terzo sighed, "I know, but unfortunately, my phone's signal still reaches here."

"... Mars would have been a better choice, then."

Terzo looked at him, raising an eyebrow. "For what?"

"For the two of us. I'm pretty sure there's no signal there." Copia replied. He then attempted to take a bite of a cookie, which he had probably soaked in milk for too long, as half of it fell back into the cup just as he tried to bite into it.

Terzo didn't know it, but that morning, Copia woke up thinking about how they had ended up in that house. It was something that, in a way, reassured him, reflecting on how their relationship had solidified over the years. He was somewhat curious to know if Mars was still an alternative to consider or if what they had was more than enough.

Anyway, Terzo chuckled, amused, getting up to place his coffee cup in the sink while still emptying its contents. Copia, after staring at the half-cookie still between his fingers with disappointment, had finally given up, tossing it back into the cup.

"You've let the conversations with Primo go to your head..."

And he was right. Because there was no reason to go to Mars when everything they needed was in their little life in their little cocoon. A life within a life, which found its release only in a few days of complete serenity within those walls of pale orange, the dark gray roof, and windows with white wood.

Just a few days, but enough for a complete existence. Just like butterflies.

#ghost band #the band ghost fanfiction #papa emeritus iii #cardinal copia #copiiia #terzo x copia #copia #terzo #fluff #c3

[cardis-tricycle]

Secondo: Fuck Terzo.

Copia: Yeah, fuck Terzo!

*next day*

Copia: Hey, guess who I hooked up with last night!

Secondo: Who?

Copia: Papa Emeritus III

Secondo: What?!

Copia: You said fuck Terz- you didn’t mean literally?

Secondo: NO I DIDN’T MEAN LITERALLY!

[Inspired by this Tiktok sound/trend]

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[copiousloverofcopia]

Ahem. May I suggest some Copiiia? With Terzo pounding the ever loving hell outta that ass? 🐀 ♥

The long awaited Copiiia spin off fic from my Let There Be Night fic featuring Secondo x Prime Mover Loren.

Hopefully you guys like it. My first time writing M/M stuff so be gentle!!!

⚠️Copia and Terzo are NOT related in this fic!!⚠️

As the Night Settled In

Also available here on A03!

Definitely NSFW below the cut

It was late—so very late. Looking over at the old Monstrance clock on the fireplace mantle, Copia could tell it was well past 2 in the morning. His blurry vision, making the numbers hazy and indistinguishable. As the night settled in—he rubbed his eyes, pushing back in his chair, and stretching for the first time in hours.

The Cardinal yawned as he gathered up his things and headed out the door, ready to feel the warmth of Terzo's body against him as he drifted into sleep. It had been only a few short weeks since Copia's ascension to Cardinal and he had already placed more pressure on himself than any one man should. The Abbey had been so busy. The halls swarming with new siblings and too many ministry meetings to count—not to mention Secondo and Loren's twins to fawn over. As far as Copia was concerned, his social and professional plates were more than full.

Despite his self-awareness however, he couldn't get his mind to shut down as he strolled through the darkened halls. As he slowly climbed the stairs, Copia's mind was still playing through all possible outcomes of the day's decisions and mentally wading through the checklists that lay unfinished on his desk for tomorrow. It wasn't long before, without realizing, he had arrived at the Papal suites. He carefully opened the door, dropping off his briefcase and files on the table in the foyer as he headed for the bedroom—quiet as a mouse.

He was surprised to find Terzo passed out and covered in his notes, when walking into the room. A field of crumbled papers littering the bed and spilling onto the floor. "Amore?" He whispered, trying his best not to startle his Papa.

"Sí, sí…oh caro it's just you what time is it?" Terzo asked him, pulling himself up in bed and scratching his head as he became more conscious.

"It's late Terzo. Listen, I'll take care of things why don't you go back to sleep." Copia insisted as he gathered up the scattered papers within the room. Terzo watched him in confusion, if it was late, why was he still trying to work?

"Cope…what are you doing?" He asked him, a air of sarcasm in his tone.

"I'm cleaning up a bit." Copia answered, holding a mess of paperwork to his chest. Terzo shook his head as he scooted over to sit along the edge of the bed. He grabbed Copia's arm, stopping his lover from continuing on.

"You'll do no such thing." He explained, pulling Copia to sit down beside him. The Cardinal began to remove his vestiments, pulling off his shoes and unfastening the clasp of his pellegrina. As Copia finally got down to his underwear, Terzo began rubbing his shoulders. Copia's eyes closed, his head leaning into Terzo's touch as he pulled and squeezed tightly the tense muscles.

"What did I do to deserve you?" He asked, grateful for the relief in his tired and aching state.

"Caro, you are working yourself too much. You can't do everything for everyone all the time–that includes picking up after me." Terzo chided.

"Well if I don't pick up after you who will?" Copia teased. Terzo stopped his massage, raising an eyebrow at him as he pulled Copia's face to look at him.

"I can pick up after myself, I'm a grown man…no need for you to do it." Terzo exclaimed.

"Oh is that right? Copia asked, a bit of a chuckle under his breath. Terzo was a lot of things but organized was not one of them.

"I will show you just how much of a man I really am." Terzo hissed as he pulled Copia down onto the bed, crawling to hover above his stuttering Cardinal. While Terzo tried to remain serious, the two of them couldn't help but giggle. Their banter that of an old married couple at times and love sick teenagers at others. They truly felt perfect for one another.

"Amore?" Copia said, a smile on his face and eyes closing as Terzo ran his fingers through his mousy brown hair.

"That being said, I could not live without you." Terzo purred, bringing his lips to taste Copia's. The tasted of coffee from the late nights, still soft and wanting. Always hungry for his Papa's touch. They two eased into their kiss, Terzo slowly bringing his tongue to twist with his lover's. The Papa's hand, traveling down the Cardinal's boxers to meet with his already stiffened cock.

"Mmm.." Copia hummed at his touch. Terzo rubbed him through the fabric, as Copia rutted his hips up against Terzo's hand. They pulled apart, both struggling to maintain their breath as Papa lowered himself past Copia's waist.

"Let me help you relax." He insisted as he pulled his lover's cock from the confines of the fabric.

"Oh amore you don't have to—ah." He mewled as Terzo licked the tip of his cock, swirling his tongue around the head and slowly pulling the shaft deep inside his mouth. Copia pulled himself up on his elbows to watch, Terzo bobbing his head up and down on his lover's length. A full display of lust and love as Copia watched the dripple of spit and precum running down the sides of Terzo's mouth and dripping from his chin. His cock so sensative as Terzo sloppily worked it in his throat.

Terzo looked up into his eyes, their hands reaching for one another's and taking hold just before Copia's head fell back onto the pillow. The feeling of Terzo's soft mouth tightly wrapped around his cock sent hellfire throughout the Cardinal's body. Copia squeezed Terzo's hand tightly as he raised his hips to meet with his lover's mouth. Turning his head to bite the pillow beside him as he struggled to hold off his need to cum.

Terzo could tell he was getting close, smiling devilishly with Copia's cock still throbbing inside his mouth. There was nothing he enjoyed more than watching Copia come undone for him. Papa worked him expertly, using his tongue to press and glide along the base of his shaft—pulling in and out of his mouth as Terzo's own cock began leaking from excitement

With one hand, white knuckled gripped onto the violet sheets and the other holding on to Terzo's for dear life, Copia's balls seized up as he emptied himself into Papa's throat. Terzo gulped back, swallowing all his beloved Cardinal had to offer. Copia writhed a bit on the bed, his cock softened and his skin set aflame. Terzo wiped his mouth clear and stood up along the side of the bed, starting down as his meek and sexy lover.

"Caro, get on your knees for me." Terzo groaned as he began to stroke his own cock, his leaking aiding to his smooth glide along his shaft.

"Oh—ok…" Copia responded, still breathless and weak from his orgasm. Copia crawled on all fours, looking over his shoulder as Terzo's eyes filled with wanton lust.

"Oh fuck caro, I don't know how long I will last, but I need to be inside you. Fill you." Terzo began running his hand down Copia's spine. "Ti faccio mio amore mio mentre vengo nel profondo di te." Terzo moaned as he worked his cock in his fist. Copia wiggled his ass at him, perching his eyebrow up and smiling.

"Amore I'm waiting." Copia teased. Terzo sucked in his bottom lip, his eyes gazing over the swell of Copia's ass. He marveled over just how perfect it was, sliding along his buttocks and grabbing it tightly in his hand. Copia moaned, as Terzo sucked two fingers into his mouth—a firm grip still on his lover's ass. Terzo teased his opening, slowly pushing in the slick fingers.

"Mmmm...there we go." Terzo growled as he felt his fingertips reach the perfect spot inside. Copia rocked back on Terzo's fingers, begging for more sensation—more contact.

"Papa…amore, I need your cock please." Copia whined, his own becoming hard once again from the intense stimulation.

"You want my cock caro?" Terzo began, steadily working his fingers inside Copia's ass, "then you shall have it." Before Copia knew it, Terzo had flipped him onto his back to face him. Papa lining his cock up with his hole, circling it a bit with the pulsing head of his cock.

"Ah fuck!" Copia cried out as Terzo pushed past his entrance, slowly moving inside him, Copia's ass conforming around his girth. Terzo grabbed hold of Copia's hips pulling him closer to the edge of the bed as he began to pound harder inside him.

"Ah…yes…mmm…my dear. Sweet. Cardinal. You feel so good around me." Terzo groaned, fucking into Copia hard, but controlled. Terzo closed his eyes, relishing the feeling of Copia spread out around his cock. Copia began to stroke himself as Terzo fucked him. Terzo reopening his eyes to the sight eliciting a string of indiscernible curses in Italian from him as he pounded away.

"Terzo please. I want you to cum, cum inside me amore, make me yours." Copia insisted, pushing himself back on Terzo's cock with each thrust. Copia was holding on by a thread, fist gliding along his own cock while Terzo filled him over and over again. The sensation between them radiating throughout their bodies.

"Oh Copia, I'm cumming for you, I'm cumming!" Terzo cried, his balls pulling taut and his teeth clenched. The Cardinal could feel the gush of cum bursting inside him, the sheer pleasure causing him to cum once again, hot and sticky over his lower belly.

"I love you so much." Terzo whispered breathy and satisfied, the sweat from his efforts making his raven hair stick to his face.

"I love you too Papa." Copia smiled as Terzo bent over him, bringing his lips to kiss him once more.

"You are my reason for being…you know that?" Terzo professed, slipping out of Copia and falling beside him on the bed. The two lovers stayed still a moment, both exhausted and so content. Copia was now more ready for bed than even before, however knowing he'd desperately need to shower first. He sat up, laughing a bit what what a mess the two of them had made of eachother as he turned to face Terzo.

The Cardinal brushed Terzo's hair from his face, holding his cheeks as they both stared into each other's eyes. Copia inhaled deeply as he tried to stand up on his weakened legs.

"And you Papa, are mine."

Notes:

Ti faccio mio amore mio mentre vengo nel profondo di te-Make you mine my love as I cum deep inside you

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[wemaynotbetheyoungonesverylong]

Just a Papa and his Cardinal

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[serene-sun]

⚠️🛑 please stop shipping Terzo and copia together, they are brothers and that is incest⚠️

Please reblog so people can stop, it’s embarrassing lol

*just my opinion!*

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terzo wakes up...

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[one-of-technos-voices]

If yall have like copia hurt/comfort angst fics like especially fics that are like Sister Imperator or Papa Nihil causing the angst with like idk ghoul comfort or smthn I'll take it doesn't have to be that specific but yeet

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Edit to Terzo💕

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[fagh0ul]

if you ship Copia and Terzo together I hope you get gutted and dragged behind a moving car.

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Ghost | Sinners in Secret - Chapter 25

Chapter Twenty Four - The Wedding Ceremony Incident Pairing: Cardinal Copia x Reader/Sister of Sin x Papa “Terzo” Emeritus III Rating: Explicit Warnings: Plot, smut, etc. See AO3 for full list of tags! A/N: we have FINALLY arrived at the wedding!! it has been a long, long road to get here and now that writers block has let go of me finally I think I'll be able to finish this story strong <3 thank you all for sticking this out with me, this story has been a full labor of love and I've loved everyone's support over the last few months so much.

As always, this chapter is has been reviewed by my beta, @lurancyvenom whom I love! However, as always I snuck this out only half edited because I’m a terror and you should all know how terrible I am!

“Prime Mover Elizabeth, these just arrived for you Ma’am.”

I jumped as someone suddenly spoke to me and I turned to find two of Terzo’s ghouls, whose names I was unfamiliar with, coming to place two massive bouquets on the table behind the sofa. 

“Oh, thank you.” I smiled as I took a deep breath; inhaling the intoxicating scent of gardenias, orange blossoms, and roses that made up the bouquets. “Does it say who they are from?”

“One from Papa Emeritus the Third and the other from Cardinal Copia, Ma’am.” 

Oh, of course they would send me the most extravagant flowers only hours before we’d be wed. 

It was finally here, the day I’d been longing for after all these weeks and months. A thrill went up my spine as I smiled, walking over to my flowers and brushing my thumb gently over the petals. I’d just finished getting buffed, waxed, polished and shined for the last time. The Sisters that had been part of my court and had been helping me all week had been filled with joy and laughter, but were also on the verge of tears as we parted after spending so much time together. We’d become close the four of us, despite everything that had happened, and I’d promised them I’d write to them once I was back at the Abbey at home. They had told me, tears brimming in their eyes as we all talked over each other, that they would be eagerly awaiting the announcement of the next member of the Emeritus brood. I blushed profusely as we parted and they left me alone with my thoughts, jitters and beautiful flowers as I waited for Sister Imperator to retrieve Swiss who would be my escort to the ceremony.

“Satan be good…” Sister Imperator’s voice caught my attention as she came back into the suite with Swiss only moments behind her. 

“Holy shit, Sunshine…” he cursed, finishing with a low whistle of approval. I blushed bright red, heart pounding in my chest. “You look…woah…”

“You like it?” I teased, turning back and forth slightly to show off the dress. “Sister Imperator, you did say to go big or go home…”

“Go big wasn’t a challenge, but my word, we really outdid ourselves with this one,” Imperator chuckled, crossing her arms and resting her cheek in the palm of her hand. “You look like an absolute vision my dear…”

My wedding dress had been the longest process to put together, both Imperator and I taking our time picking fabrics and designs together. It had taken a week for us to settle on a look, and it was the last garment to be delivered to my room only the morning of the ceremony. 

The dress was form fitting, looking almost painted on, until the smallest part of my waist where the skirt floated outwards in a 50s bustle silhouette. It was made entirely from a sheer golden beaded fabric, light and airy on its own, but extremely heavy when made into the gown I was wearing, with a matching golden silk under fabric. It had a sweeping portrait neckline with a sheer portion coming up over my chest and neck, which gave the illusion that I had a choker made of shimmering diamonds and golden stardust sprinkled over my chest and cleavage. We’d decided to add on sleeves made of the same fabric without the silk underlayer; they were skin tight all the way down my arms and came dramatically to a point over the tops of my hands. The skirts were long and had a mid-length train, but the crowning glory was the veil.

It was pinned slightly back from my hairline and made of the same sheer beaded and embellished fabric as my dress, and was royal length. It trailed behind me, much like every other veil I’d worn this week, and hidden in the center of the train was a little secret. Obscured from the unknowing eye, buried in the beading was our new familial crest. It had been designed by myself and Sister Imperator, as there hadn’t been a thruple in many decades, and it was all of our three personal crests wound together in an art deco style. I was giddy to be able to show it off to Terzo and Copia later, but right now I was just jittery with emotions and nerves. 

Because my dress had been so elaborate we’d kept my make up simple, just a natural look with light and airy eye make-up and a blush lipstick. My hair had been pulled back to a large bun at the nape of my neck, the front slicked back to hold my loose hairs in place. After the ceremony I already knew I’d be ushered away before the reception to change into yet another gown, something I could actually move around in and dance with other people with. 

“Alright, Prime Mover, let’s get you ready to go, we leave in five minutes,” Imperator said happily, clapping her hands as she started to leave the room, pausing to look back at me again with a wry smile. “Let me find your court, the ladies left to get dressed and should be back already.” 

Stepping to my side and taking my offered arm, Swiss cocked his head to the side with a peculiar look in his eyes. “You ready, Sunshine?” he asked quietly, his tone genuine but slightly teasing. “I can feel your heart pounding away, darlin’...”

“I’m fine, Swiss. Just nerves. A lot of important people are going to be there and it’s a big deal and I-” I rambled but there was a knock on the bedroom door and I paused as Sister Imperator peeked out and began tearing apart whoever was standing there. 

“-You cannot see Her Eminence right now, Cardinal, no matter how important the information is!” Ah, that caught my attention. I slipped away from Swiss, keeping myself to the side behind the door so he wouldn’t be able to see me. I bit my bottom lip as I eavesdropped on Copia’s growled part of the conversation. 

“Si, I cannot see her but I must speak with her…è molto importante!” His gritted, Italian parts coming out more like a growled command than a request. 

“I cannot even dare to risk the bad luck if you were to see her right now, I’m sorry Cardinal.” Imperator’s eyes drifted to me, narrowing as she began to say something else. I held my hand up and paused her before she could continue. 

“It’s alright Sister Imperator, we’ll speak like this. Why don’t you all head to where we’ll meet. Swiss can escort me after Cardinal Copia has left.” 

It was the first time I’d used what Swiss had dubbed as my ‘Highly Important Clergy Member’ voice and, much to my surprise, Sister nodded softly. 

“Your ghoul must stay here…you haven’t exactly been trustworthy in the past,” Imperator mumbled with an arched eyebrow, and I couldn’t help the blush on my cheeks.

“Of course, Sister Imperator.” 

With the sound of swishing fabrics and the soft clacking of shoes on the floor, Imperator swept out of the room with one last glare at Copia as she passed him. Once she was out of sight, Swiss was stationed to my left to block out the other side of the door just in case the other man tried to take a sneak-peek. 

“It’s just us, Copia…” I smiled, throat thick with unshed tears as I longed to rip open the door and leap into his arms. I ached for him, but kept reminding myself that in a few short hours we’d all be back together again. “What did you have to tell me? It must be pretty important if you risked a mauling from Sister Imperator.” 

“Amore…” He sighed, a soft thunk on the other side of the wood, and I knew deep down he had rested his head against the ornate carvings. Clearly he missed me too. “I…I may have put this off for too long, but I wanted to make sure you were well before I told you anything…”

“What is it?”

“I…Well…Lucifer brought more than just yourself back to this world the other day…”

“What do you mean?” My heart was racing, worry clear in my voice as I placed both hands on the door. What happened when I was recovering?

“He brought me…my ghoul,” he mumbled, so quietly I thought I’d misheard him at first.

“Your ghoul?” 

“Si.”

“Copia…you have a ghoul?” I was blown away for a moment as he mumbled another yes back to me. “This…this is wonderful news! Why didn’t you tell me sooner!?”

“You were so hurt, Amore. I did not want you to be worried or stressed out or overexert yourself.” Copia sighed, clearly exasperated but relieved to get this off his chest. I was somewhere between fuming and ecstatic. 

“Copia, I’m fine now. Why wouldn’t you want to share this with me? Because I’d been hurt? Swiss was worse off than I was.

“I did not want to make that day about me,” he said gruffly. “We were all thankful that you were okay.”

“Still Copia…you have a ghoul, your own ghoul, and I haven’t even met them yet!” 

“Topolino…” 

“Don’t you Topolino me, I remember what Swiss was like when he first came earthside, he was like a lost puppy. Your ghoul must be beside himself…” I fumed, heels clacking against the stone floors as I stomped my foot like a child.

“Actually…” I could hear the amusement in his voice, which only made me even more angry. “He has been bound to me since I became a Cardinal, I just did not allow him to come to me at the time…” 

“Copia…” I started but I heard him sigh and he cut me off quickly, ending any rant I had incoming.

“What is done is done now, Amore. I was foolish but I understand now, si? I wanted to tell you about him so I would be able to introduce you before we leave tomorrow morning.” 

The Cardinal’s voice was clear that he thought the conversation was over. I was still ready for a fight, but the look in Swiss eyes told me Copia had already beat himself up over it enough that I didn’t have to keep it going. I sighed and tucked the anger to the side, remembering that today was our day, and all of us were staring down the finish line of a very emotionally changed week. 

“Fine…but I want to meet him before the reception or I will make a big scene like a bridezilla, okay?” I teased, his little chuckle on the other side of the door causing me to grin against my will. 

“Of course, Amore. Anything for you, si?”

There was a moment, a quiet pause and before I could even help myself the anxiety took over and I spoke in a small voice that surprised me. 

“Are you scared? About the ritual, our futures, the expectations…” 

“Terrorizzato, Amore.” He chuckled and I watched the familiar black leather gloved hand slip between the opening of the doors. “But we will do it together, yes? With Terzo too, naturalmente.”

I tentatively slipped my hand in his and my heart melted as he gave me a gentle squeeze. 

“Always. It will always be us,” I said, voice tight and watery as I fought the well of emotion that had bubbled up again. I cleared my throat as he let go of my hand and had to laugh to break the tension. “Speaking of Terzo, where the hell is he? I would have thought he would have been with you already.”

“He was still getting everything ready for the ritual, full of dramatics. When I left he was dressed in his shirt and socks, nothing else.”

I snorted back the laughter that sprung from my mouth at the image of Terzo and Swiss cleared his throat. 

“We need to head down to the chapel, Cardinal. You need to get ready as well.”

“Ah yes, yes. I am off.” Copia said, I could picture the little smirk on his face as he spoke. “I cannot wait to see you, Stellina.” 

“I can’t wait to see you too, beloved.” I blushed as I spoke, the nickname feeling foreign in my mouth. 

“Amati, eh?” He laughed, I could tell he was walking away from the door when he called back to me. “I could get used to a life being your amati, Sorella…”

…

“Swiss, your pacing is making me more anxious…”

Shortly after Copia had left us, my heart light from anxiety for the first time all day, Swiss and I had joined the others as we made our way down to the chapel for the last time. Just like the earlier rituals, there was much fanfare from the Siblings and ghouls who’d not been able to attend the actual ceremony. I felt like a goddess among men as we followed the path I knew deep down in my sleep; the way they all looked at me with reverent eyes and praying hands was both ego boosting, while also a solemn reminder of who I was to these people. My people. 

Suddenly the soothing classical music floating under the seam of the door changed into a more fitting and haunting melody, the organ clear as day in the space just beyond the doors. Swiss and I looked at each other and I couldn’t help the twinge of panic. Swiss instantly was in mother hen mode, clucking around me and making sure everything was perfectly in place. 

“You ready, Sunshine?” he smiled, the only sign of it behind the mask was the crinkle around his eyes. 

“Ready as I’ll ever be…but wher-?” I started, but before I could even finish my sentence the doors cracked open and the last person I’d have thought to see stepped through. “Secondo? Where is Primo?”

“I’m sorry, piccolo.” He sighed, looking down at me from his height with a grouchy expression. “My brother wanted to pass along that he wasn't feeling all that well and he didn’t trust his ‘old bones’ to make it down the aisle without hurting himself; so he sent me.”

“You?” I squeaked, but Secondo was glaring in the direction he just came from.

“Meddling old coot…” he mumbled under his breath as he moved to take my arm, and Swiss and I locked eyes. 

My ghoul shrugged, taking the bouquet from the side table and handing it to me. It was made up of flowers handpicked and selected by Primo and I. Almost unwieldy in its size; the bouquet was a long, cascading style made with all white roses, dahlias, peonies, and hydrangeas. Mixed in was lush greenery and baby’s breath, which made for the heaviest bouquet I’ve ever held, not that I had many in my hands. Wrapped around the stems was a grucifix in gold, a wedding day gift from the council. I had practically growled when I’d seen it but I was told it was apparently tradition to have them gift me a golden grucifix and I’d begrudgingly let it go.

I went to step forward as Swiss moved up to the doors, getting ready to open them, but paused as my companion didn’t move. 

“Secondo...?” I looked up at him curiously and he seemed to come back from the far off place that was lingering in his eyes.  

“Yes, Sist-excuse me…Prime Mover.” 

“What happened with Veritas was not your fault, Secondo.” I mumbled quietly, noting the way he looked at me like I was a fragile toy and he was a two year old left alone in the room. Like he was afraid I’d shatter if he held my gaze for too long. 

“I…I don’t feel that it is.” His eyes wouldn’t meet mine, looking away from my face and I had to resist the urge to place my hand on his cheek and tug him to look at me. 

“Do you think I’m stupid?” I quirked my eyebrow, unable to help the smirk that slipped onto my lips. 

“No.” 

“Then don’t treat me like I’m one of your brothers or your father. I can see it every time you look at me.” 

“Sorella…” he started, turning towards me but I held my hand up and cut him off. 

“Nope, I won’t hear it.” I couldn’t help the small smile on my lips at the petulant look on his face. “Look…It’s my wedding day, I just want you to know that I don’t blame you at all. What happened…the blame lies with Veritas and him alone. I have it on very good authority that he is currently getting what he deserves.” 

“...and what about his sister?” He spoke quietly, so softly I almost thought I’d imagined it until his eyes finally met mine and I saw the intense shame in them. 

My heart pounded sharply, thinking back to the look on her face as the events had unfolded down in the catacombs, and a chill ran down my spine. I could see Swiss out of the corner of my eye, stiffening at the mutual anxiety floating back and forth between us. 

“W-What about her?” I didn’t like how small my voice sounded in that moment even as I straightened my back and tried to look casual.

“They still haven’t been able to track her down in the catacombs, I’ve looked down there myself. We don’t quite know where she could have gone…”

The conversation was cut short when Sister Imperator cracked open the door herself, causing both Secondo and I to jump. 

“It's time.” She nodded at us, and slipped back behind the door. 

“We will speak of this again after, Sorella. For now, enjoy your day and your honeymoon. I’ve had my own ghouls watching over you and Copia, along with mi fratellino.” 

“O-Okay.” It was anything but okay, but I knew that he was right, today was going to be a happy day and a day not about the past but about the future. “When we get back to the Abbey, we’ll talk about it right?”

“Of course, Sis-Prime Mover.” He corrected himself last minute as he tucked my hand into the crook of his arm with a wry smile on his face. “You know, if the fates had been written differently it would have been myself at the other side of the door.”

“Good thing for you, Secondo, they weren’t, ‘cause I don’t think you could handle my attitude in the morning,” I teased, giving him a small and playful shove. “Besides, who else would have been able to teach me about all the rituals if it wasn’t for you?”

He chuckled then, kissing the top of my hand affectionately before putting his stoic mask back on as the doors opened in front of us. 

“You’ve been the best thing that has ever happened to Terzo, Sorella. I honestly don’t know what we would have done with him without you to balance him out, not to mention the Cardinal.”

“I love them both, equally. I don’t know what I’d do without them either.” 

The sound of the old wood doors opening pulled my attention from Secondo, who was about to say something, to the chapel in front of us. I felt my heart thundering as I took in the sight of the entire chapel turned to watch my entrance. A gentle blush spread over my cheeks and crossed the bridge of my nose as we started to make our way forward, with Swiss following stoically behind to make sure my dress, train and veil stayed perfect. The chapel was decorated beautifully, flowers arching over the eaves and candlelight glowing in the low candelabras casting a glow over the entire space. But that barely registered with me once I saw Copia and Terzo turn towards me from the altar, their jaws dropping at the sight of their bride coming up towards them. 

I couldn’t take my eyes off them however, the background of the space falling away as I took them in. This was the first time I’d ever seen either of them dressed in formalwear. They were in full white tie dress, the most formal they could be. They were in black tailcoats, white waistcoats and bowties, and the cut came snug at their waists. Both of them were also wearing the sinfully tight trousers of my dream that left nothing to the imagination while whispering the images of what was to come once the festivities were over, a slight blush staining my cheeks, However that was where the similarities ended.

Terzo was wearing his traditional Papal face paints, but his hair wasn’t quite slicked back. Instead it had been coiffed into a part with a few light strands dusting his forehead which reminded me of some of the covers of romance novels the Siblings back home would trade between each other. He wore a dangling grucifix earring like he had when we had gone to the club all that time ago, and the sight of it made my stomach flutter a little. I smiled at the almost familiar sight of his black shoes with white spats, which were bright white in comparison to his black tux. He winked at me and I blushed, eyes quickly scurrying away to look at my other groom. 

Copia had the softest look on his face, my heart leapt into my throat and I had to already fight back tears as he attempted to clear his throat. Copia, much like Terzo had his daily Clergy paints on his face, his hair was also slicked back in a slight coif. Instead of black shoes he wore red leather dress shoes with buckles, as a nod to his position and subtle way of pushing back against the white tie dress code. They were both wearing white silk gloves, twin hands starting to reach towards me as I approached the pair of them. 

My arms slipped from Secondo’s and I felt him chuckle at the almost star-struck look on my face as I reached out to my boys, my grooms, and I looked back at him with a sheepish smile. 

“I think I was meant to get you up the altar, Sorella,” he teased before he passed off my hand to Terzo, and Copia took my arm as my left hand held my bouquet. “But I think they’ll take it from here…”

“Thank you, Secondo,” I smiled, voice whispery as I smiled brightly and fought the tears that seemed to be permanently lodged in my throat. 

“Any time, Sorellina.” 

I saw Swiss from the corner of my eye and, like we’d practiced, he came to my right side and bowed deeply to me while I curtsied to him. Swiss then turned to my grooms and, almost militaristically, he saluted them and gave them each a curt bow. 

“I pass on my duty as sworn protector of the sposa sacra to you both, my watch has ended,” Swiss stated, repeating what Secondo had taught us, before he walked to sit with the other members of the Emeritus family and their own personal ghouls. 

“Amore?” Copia’s voice was soft, almost breathy, and I turned instantly to look at him. “Are you ready?”

“Of course, Copia.”

“You look stunning, Tesoro,” Terzo murmured in my ear as he helped me up to the altar where Nihil was waiting for us. 

The altar had what seemed like a whole other altar added, essentially giving us another level but also to make sure that everyone present could see us from where we were standing. A chill ran up my spine as I looked back at all the eyes on us. Copia was on my left, Terzo on my right, and I was in the middle like a half moon as we stood in front of Papa Nihil. As the organ music came to a close I heard the rustle of everyone sitting down, and I fought the urge to groan as Nihil launched into one of his well known and long winded sermons. 

While Nihil droned on about love, duty, and the call of the Old One, my mind focused on my grooms. Terzo had tucked my hand into the crook of his arm, his gloved thumb running back and forth over the top of my hand as he looked not at his father but at me. There was a warm look in his eye but not the heated one I was used to, no this one was a slow and simmering sort of adoration. My cheeks flushed and I smiled at him, winking as Nihil made a mention of continuing the line. He fought back a chuckle and my eyes slipped over to Copia, who looked a little more stressed than I would have thought at this point in the rituals, but when his eyes met mine the stress melted away and suddenly I was faced with a completely smitten gaze in his eyes. After what felt like an eternity, Nihil finally made it to the meat of the event. The ritual. 

“With this blade, slice your palms and hold them out for each other to take,” Nihil wheezed, one of the Siblings helping with the ritual took my bouquet and handed me the golden blade. 

I winced slightly as I quickly sliced both palms and took both Terzo and Copia’s hands in my two. They in turn took each other's free hands and we stood in a circle as two Siblings and Nihil himself one by one tied our hands together. 

“This circle signifies your relationship, no matter what you may go through, may this moment remind you that life is a never ending circle. Like the serpent attempting to swallow its own tail. May your life ebb and flow from each other, may you bring each other comfort when the others may struggle, may you support and lift the other ones to new heights. May Lucifer smile upon this union.”

As he finished speaking the last binding was done and we looked at each other with bright, massive smiles. 

“May the flock offer you tidings and wishes,” Papa Nihil bowed, moving back as he opened the pews to come and offer their good fortune and prayers. 

It was an odd tradition to continue to observe with us being a throuple and unable to face the approaching Siblings and Clergy members; but I just continued to smile at my men knowing this was one of the last steps before we’d be free to party the night away until we were expected to retire for the evening. I could feel as people passed by us, hear their mumbled prayers of our union and eventual continued lineage, and I could feel the ghosting of fingertips against my skirts as they pressed a kiss to the hem. Secondo had said that to kiss the hem of a bride was considered good luck but to kiss the hem of the Prime Mover while she was bound? There was no greater blessing for our flock. 

So I stood there as everyone filed up to offer up prayers and took luck in the form of my hem, and I let my eyes drift between my partners, until I felt both of them stiffen. 

“What?” I whispered, suddenly fear pounding through my veins. “Whats going on?”

“Amore…” Copia started, eyes focused on someone right behind me. “The Siblings have stopped moving.”

Ah, that could only mean one thing. 

“Blessed evening, my little lambs.” 

Lucifer’s voice was silky, like fingertips dancing across my bare skin, and I couldn’t help the lazy smile on my face as he came to stand next to me where I could see him. “Look at you three, finally bound as I’d been planning for quite a long time.”

“My Lord.” Both boys bowed, while their hands were still bound together, and launched into prayers. I rolled my eyes and looked at Lucifer with a wry smile. 

“It’s good to see you again, Your Holiness.” I nodded my head at him. “Come to rescue me from sore feet?”

“No, little lamb,” he laughed, a twinkling sort of sound as he slipped under where Terzo and I’s hands were tied together and stood in the middle of the circle the three of us made. “I was here to offer my blessings.”

“You honor us, my liege.” Terzo sounded so serious that I was a little shocked by his change in demeanor.

“Hush, Alesandro,” Lucifer smiled, a flirty look in his eyes. “I’ve known you since you were small, I’ve watched you grow into the man before me. I know who you truly are. The least I can do is offer my blessing.”

“Papa is right, my Lord, but I must thank you again for everything you have done for us. Bringing Sorella back…”

“We will speak no more of us, Cardinal,” Lucifer said, tone final as he cut off Copia. He turned to me with a wolfish smile. “What of you little lamb? Any words you wish to shower me with?”

“Nope. I know better, I’d like to just thank you for coming to see us.” 

“That's my girl.” He winked and I couldn’t help the blush that flushed over my cheeks. “For now I offer you a gift.”

As he spoke he pressed his hand against my lower stomach, a knowing look on his face as the realization dawned on me. I looked at him with a somewhat shocked expression, and he chuckled as he turned to look at my grooms.  

“When the time is right…you will receive my blessing, my lambs. For now enjoy your time together.”

Before any of us could say anything, the sound and mumbles of the hall came back to us and Lucifer was gone.

“D-did he do what I think he did?” Terzo asked, eyes suddenly wary as he looked around, like the devil was going to pop up again.

“Let’s just say he’s hoping to have a large pool of children to pick to take up the mantle, so to speak…”

…

After a long reception filled with dinner, drinks, dancing, and just all around merriment; I was exhausted. 

I had assumed incorrectly that I’d get to change into another dress at the reception, instead I had to wear the heavy dress and veil through speeches and people coming to wish us many blessings and for a happy marriage. I could feel the weight digging into my hip bones as I danced with every important member of the clergy more than once. I felt the slightly itchy scratch of the illusion neckline as I slouched down slightly as I rested between the festivities and courses of the meal. Finally I felt a warm hand on each shoulder, the Sisters from earlier had come back and they had knowing smiles on their faces. 

‘It's time to change, your eminence.” One said her head bowed slightly. 

I nodded as the pair of them guided me off to a secluded room off the main ballroom that had been set up as the main reception space, though the whole monastery had been prepped and decked out so every sibling and ghoul could celebrate. Together we took off the heavy dress, one that I’d been told would be preserved and held in the archives for who knows how long, like all the prime movers before me. 

The afterparty dress was made entirely of slinky black silk, the maternal feeling almost like water as it slid down my bare skin. I wore no bra and no underwear, feeling exposed but extremely turned on. I blushed as I felt my nipples harden at the thought of what my companions, no…my husbands, would say when they saw me. There were drooping straps that just dusted past my shoulders, the neckline scooping down almost to the point of indecency, and hugged me so tightly through the thigh I was surprised I could walk. The dress also had a small train and a small overskirt made of silk as well for a little extra dramatics. Over all of this was another intensely long veil, this time a spanish style with lace all along the edges and even over the blusher that covered my face. 

They left my hair and make up as it was and quickly I was ushered back to the room as the clock chimed 3 in the morning. 

Terzo and Copia were already by the door as I stepped through, their faces eager and mischievous as they reached out towards me. I smiled brightly as I took their hands, both bending to kiss my knuckles almost at the same time. 

“Come, Amore.” Terzo murmured against my skin, the deep rumbles of his voice causing me to shiver as they both stepped close to me. “We have a special surprise waiting for you back in our rooms.”

“Si, I think it will be something you would not expect.” Copia chuckled as they led me out of the space, the high ranking clergy members, such as Papa Nihil, Sister Imperator and the other Emeritus Brothers, followed us in the low light of the candlelit path we followed. 

“I’m just happy we get to sleep together again, all in one bed.” I mumbled, a small blush at the heat in their eyes. 

“Oh…Stelina…sleep is the last thing on our minds.” Copia’s eyes met Terzos before they both smirked at me, something smoldering in their gaze and I had to bite my bottom lip to hold back a whimper. 

When we finally made it to the door, the Emeritus brothers each took my hands kissing the knuckles and bowing they heads and wishing for a fruitful evening, as they had done for centuries. Papa Nihil was behind a few steps and I heard him grumble to Imperator, my face blushing bright red. 

“Back in my day, the clergy was to watch the consummation….”

“Hush, Papa…” Imperator cut him off sharply when she saw the look on Terzo’s face before they tugged me into our rooms and practically slammed the door in everyone's faces. 

Finally. After several weeks of planning, being forced to be separated due to the rituals, a near death experience, and a cock-blocking ghoul at every turn…we were alone. 

It took all of seconds before hands were pulling at clothes and lips were pressed to bare skin. 

Gods below...I had missed them.

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The Devil in your details [Terzo x Copia OS]

Ratings: NSFW, explicit, sex, oral sex, slash, some fluff, hurt/comfort, lemon, drunkenness, drunken confessions, drunken clumsy flirting

Words: 5.936

Pairings: Terzo x Copia, Copia x OC (mostly male), Terzo x F!OC

Summary: It was a more or less ordinary evening, an oversized T-shirt, and a possibly too excited Copia. That's what it took to end up in bed together, and for them to enjoy it. No major reason, no jealousy, no trauma or music, because that's where the Devil lie: in the details.

Note: I’m trying to go as clear as possible in the ratings but I’m not going to specify if they are related or not here, because I want it that way, but neither it is specified in the fic itself. If you feel ok in reading go for it, if not, just don’t. I don’t think I have to give further explanation for this but if asked I will.

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"Terzo... are you awake?"

Copia crawled silently onto Terzo's bed, sitting on his hills and feeling the sheets for the elder's body in the darkness of the room. He knew the door was always open for him, in case some nocturnal fight between Nihil and Sister Imperator made it hard for him to sleep. It looked like such an occasion.

"Ter- ah!!" the little one squeaked when a pinch hit his side. He smiled: Terzo was awake.

"What do you want?" his voice was still sleepy, shifting in the blankets.

"I can't sleep..."

A rustle of sheets, and Copia found himself immediately in the arms of the brunet who embraced him without hesitation. A light kiss on the lips, and Copia was sure the night would pass quickly and without nightmares.

I. When Copia kissed him.

When he sat up on the bed, his feet touching the floor, he felt a burning sensation in his stomach and a strong pounding in his head, a result of the crazy mix from the night before.

He placed a hand on his stomach and one on his forehead, bending slightly over himself. " I swear I'll never screw while stuffed with alcohol again ." he said to himself. Another promise waiting to be forgotten.

He turned his head and saw the guy he had spent the night with still sleeping, lying on his back and barely covered by the sheet. He was a fellow student; he didn't know him very well, but he only knew he was 17 and had brown hair. He also knew his name was Markus, not that it mattered, but it was something.

He usually didn't go for guys or girls he could meet every day, but neither for complete strangers.

" Better to know them... but not too much ." he always said.

Anyway, he didn't expect Markus to go for guys as well... but most likely, he had to be the only exception, as it had been for others. He could be very convincing at times.

He stood up with difficulty and almost immediately found his boxers. Putting them on, he looked around for his other clothes, but instead, he found himself facing his reflection in the large mirror in front of him, and he didn't like it much.

Every time he looked in the mirror, his insecurities materialized before his eyes. As peculiar as his appearance was, he should have spent whole days admiring his unique figure, a beauty that, however, did not exist for him.

He saw someone who wasn't there and who wasn't him, vehemently rejecting that pointed little face that returned to his heterochromatic eyes like a face too elongated, a pair of unnatural dark circles, a nose too long… And the freckles, how could he forget the trickles that made him look like a kid burnt by the summer sun. He turned sideways, tensing his muscles and retracting his already toned stomach, just to give himself a false satisfaction in seeing his defined belly for a moment.

What do they see in me? He found himself thinking from time to time, then shrugged off the fact that he was not lacking admirers, whatever the reason.

He dressed quickly, avoiding finding his reflection again, and walked in the semi-darkness of the room to the guy's jeans left on the floor.

There was a pack of cigarettes he remembered seeing in his hand the night before, in the pocket; he took one, muttering a "Thanks..." putting it between his lips, and left the room without making the slightest noise.

In the corridor, a couple, a priest and a Sister of Sin, who were kissing tenderly, caught his attention. From behind, nuns might all look alike, but when they turned while laughing together, the unlit cigarette fell from his lips when he recognized the girl hugging what seemed to be her new boyfriend.

*

Terzo approached him without saying a word, moving his hand from his forehead, and then did something he didn't expect: he sat down next to him on the bed, brought his legs to his chest, and wrapped his shoulders with an arm, pulling him close, hugging him to his chest, stroking his head to comfort him.

He knew that Terzo was not used to showing affection that clearly; he also knew that at that moment, there was no need to think about it.

"Asshole."

"Terzo..."

"You know you can't handle alcohol." Terzo handed him the freshly prepared tea and brushed his hair away from his face, but Copia brought them back to where they were. It was better to pretend that the tears that occasionally fell from his eyes were just a headache. But Terzo just knew.

"It wasn't just for that... I didn't drink that much..." He complained, sitting cross-legged with his head between his hands and elbows on his knees. He took a quick sip from the cup.

"Do you still think about Lucia?"

Copia paused, and sighed. "You just reminded me why I go to all these parties lately."

"She’s a bitch."

"Not all opinions are necessary, you know?"

"Were you with her again yesterday...? It would be the third time you fall for her bullshit."

Being sixteen is like having a megaphone in your brain that collects information around you and returns it infinitely amplified. Disappointment seems like trauma from which you will never recover, and a broken heart will never heal. Only one thing seems to be blind and deaf to an adolescent's brain: danger.

"No, but I saw her this morning." His face darkened again. "With someone else."

"It happens to everyone sooner or later, it happened to me too." He clumsily tried to console him. "Maybe that's why people here just have sex." Terzo moved his hair away from his face again, and Copia brought them back again. "No one really wants to risk suffering. Maybe they're right."

He really wasn’t the most competent person in comforting a broken hearted, but Copia seemed to reflect on those words, on how sexual freedom was considered a form of self-determination that passed through independence and personal realization, especially emotional. But the truth was that there is no way to control feelings. "I don't think it could be enough for me." he sadly declared.

"You have to learn to manage the bad feelings and enjoy the good ones, then. Love makes people cowards. Are you one?” 

They stayed like that for a few minutes, with an empty mind and Terzo's words echoing in his mind. Then Copia did something he didn't expect. He clung to his shirt and without saying anything, collided their lips and pushed towards him immediately deepening that kiss, feeling all the tension loosen in his mouth, as if in that desperate contact there was all the strength he needed.

He continued, closed his eyes, and tilted his head, perfectly matching their lips; Terzo just let him exhaust that outburst of affection, not really responding to the kiss but not even refusing it. 

If that was what Copia wanted, if that made him feel better, then he would spend the whole day with his mouth glued to his. 

… But maybe no, it wasn't a good idea. Terzo managed to delicately push him away, looking into his eyes, so identical to his, to ensure he was okay.

Copia looked at him as if he didn't realize what he was doing, or maybe he was expecting another reaction. Terzo just pulled him closer, making his head rest under his chin.

"That's not what I meant." he quietly said, patting his shoulders. "Asshole."

II. The Devil can be very patient.

Perhaps it had been a strange twist of fate that one alcohol-filled night found themdancing to "All Apologies" from some stereo light-years away, with a beer bottle each and many others empty at their feet.

The music might have come from the gas station where they had stopped or directly from one of the tour buses where perhaps a ghoul or someone else was listening to that record from the vehicle's stereo. Given their conditions, they would never find out. They laughed, looking at their faces, struggling to stand until they found themselves collapsed on each other, trying to stand in a human position.

Touring with Papa was fun, although it didn't happen often. These were times when they could feel like normal guys for a while, with lives marked by friends, music, travels, and not by rituals, black masses, and the boundaries of the Ministry. As vast as it might be, it always felt too small when it was the only boundary you knew.

Singing and dancing to the music with other people was amazing, like a big party that Terzo knew he would lead one day. For now, they enjoyed life as spectators, then stayed up late to release the adrenaline that robbed them of sleep, somewhere in Europe they could no longer recognize, always on the move.

Terzo had clung with his fragile fingers to the hoodie of the younger one, squeezing his shoulders and hiding his face between Copia's hair, neck, and hoodie fabric, while the younger sought his narrow hips, grabbing them and trying to stand still on those feet that seemed to have a life of their own.

"What else should I be..."

"... What?" Copia had asked, and his voice seemed to have gone away after hours of sleep.

"Listen," Terzo had simply replied, nodding his head in a direction that Copia couldn't follow, given the position. It was "All Apologies" that filled the air, with its scratchy and dragged voice of Cobain, but now it came as a very distant and weak sound. Someone must have had a bad day, it seemed.

"Everyone's gay..." Kurt had sung, and Terzo had let out a crooked laugh, one that doesn't bring any joy but rather unsettles you a bit.

"Eh?"

Terzo had removed some raven locks from his face. "Did you hear that? He says it too... we're all faggots." It was at that moment that he freed himself from the other's grip and picked up the half-empty bottle he had left on the ground. Copia had staggered a bit, as if that loss had destabilized him.

He had observed that dark shadow bend its thin legs and sit on the ground, drinking a few sips.

The square where they had stopped was half-empty, except for the tour buses and other vehicles carrying tour equipment. A concert had ended long ago, and another would be held the next day, while only Kurt's words echoed under a dark night sky.

He had sat down too, next to Terzo. He didn't get too close, he took some distance as if to leave him alone, and started staring at him from there.

It was almost like looking at himself from the outside if he ignored the longer black hair that didn't belong to him. Many times, looking in the mirror, he had wished for those features and that confidence so much that he imagined himself seen like that from the outside, sometimes. If asked to Terzo, he would have probably said the same thing of him.

My dark shadow , Copia called him. As long as he could remember, his presence had always existed in his life.

"... Maybe," he had said only after a while.

Terzo had turned to him but hadn't said anything. "Maybe we are. You certainly are." The little smile that accompanied those words didn't change Copia's expression, who, in response, turned in the opposite direction.

Copia laid down, right there on the ground, crossing his hands behind his head. He stared at the sky, but that intense black told him nothing... nothing more than what Cobain was suggesting from that phantom jukebox turned on who knows where.

He had seen a suspicious shadow approaching, a sinister figure, as dark as that sky, sitting next to him.

"You..." That shadow had started, with a very low voice, “…would you make love to me?"

And Copia hadn't even turned to look at him.

"Don't you ever think about it?" he had added, nibbling on his thumbnail. He stared at his companion under the long lashes.

Copia had shaken his head as if to tell him he was off track and had let out a patient sigh. He had always been patient; he always took so much time to think and to get Terzo's thoughts back on track, too hasty to reason, before acting or opening his mouth.

It hadn't just happened that Terzo woke up one morning thinking that Copia was the most attractive guy he knew and that he really wanted to kiss those lips of his. They hadn't grown up differently than two brothers would, perhaps that's why they had never been able to move forward when, for any reason, their lips had brushed. In any case, no one at the Ministry would be interested, no one could prevent sin from enveloping them, but sometimes not even the devil can get where insecurities and confusion take control of emotions.

Just as the Christian vocation, the satanic one was marked by growth, doubts, errors, and self-awareness. The devil had to be embraced, sometimes recognized and followed. While Christians aimed to alleviate the burden of original sin, Satanists did everything to preserve and exalt it, letting shadows creep in and guide their path.

They still had a long way to go to understand that those moral impediments were what they should fight against and didn't suit two like them. Sooner or later, darkness would fill their minds, shielding them from the prejudices of the external world.

But perhaps it wasn't the right time yet. The devil knows how to be patient.

Copia had started stroking his raven hair, as he used to when they were kids, and his mind wandered into his deepest memories. That time on the couch in front of the TV, those moments pretending to be rockstars in Papa Nihil's studio, the kiss from not long ago. There was still time to look back with nostalgia and wish to return there. However, for some weird defense mechanism, those memories never stayed with them. It was as if their brains decided to erase every compromising memory, and every time it was like nothing had ever happened between them. They never kissed, never found each other attractive, never dreamed of each other until the topic was brought up, and those memories crawled back on their skin.

Terzo had waited for Copia to say something, but the only thing he managed to hear was, "Stop messing with my brain."

Terzo had smiled in his maniacal way; they were both drunk enough to know that they probably wouldn't remember anything the next day. Yet, that was undoubtedly the most opportune moment to receive an honest answer like he had never heard from anyone.

But the answer never came, and still, the darkness loomed above them, full of stars.

III. When Terzo kissed him

The light filtering weakly through the blinds began to irritate his eyes, forcing him to wake up. He blinked a couple of times and looked around, lifting his head slightly.

He glanced at the girl sleeping next to him, with light brown hair falling gently on her face. A girl he had never seen before and would never see again.

She wasn't particularly busty, but she had an admirable body and a face that inspired sweetness and mischief at the same time, not to mention a pair of green eyes.

He observed her one last time before getting out of bed. It had been quite satisfying. A pleasant surprise for her mere 17 years.

He usually avoided being with girls younger than him; there was a risk of finding them inexperienced or too eager to prove how much they knew even without enough experience. He preferred to play it safe, but this time, he had to reconsider her skills. Two years more didn’t make him far more experienced, anyway.

Typically, the people he engaged with inevitably belonged to the clergy, where relationships were consummated in dormitories or makeshift places, in his room or during orgies and rituals. To diversify his sexual diet, he sometimes ventured, mostly in secret, beyond the boundaries of the abbey with some friends, relying on the few contacts outside the Ministry.

In a club or at a friend of a friend’s home, they breathed fresh air and met new faces, not tied to the cult. Then each found a way to spend the night, and they all met in the refectory the next morning to share their experiences. It was a way to find something new and different to talk about and have more exciting experiences out of the monotony of the Ministry.

He searched for his belongings and checked the time on the clock hanging on the wall; it was still very early.

He had just put on his pants when he heard her sleepy voice calling him.

“Mmm... what are you doing?“

He didn't even turn around. “There's a world waiting for me out there, darling.“ he replied dismissively.

“Ah... listen, try not to be seen by my parents, okay? They should still be asleep, but if they see you...“ she sighed tiredly. “Just don't cause me trouble.“ she concluded, throwing her head back on the pillow.

“Understood.“ he said. “They still believe you're a virgin...?“

“And make sure they keep believing it...“

Terzo smiled; he loved those kinds of girls. The ones parents still thought were children, but who already had a respectable career behind them. It made everything more exciting.

There were those little angels who invited you to explore their charms, ending up in their pink-walled bedrooms, and the next day you slipped away without being noticed by their parents because, for them, they were still the innocent little girls who blushed if you complimented them.

If he had thought about it for another minute, he would have asked for her number.

After putting on his T-shirt as well, he approached the window, looking outside. It wasn't high.

“No problem.“ he said calmly. He approached the bed where the girl was still lying, and after giving her a kiss on the forehead, he said goodbye with a “Farewell, sweetness.“ before jumping out of the window, leaving the girl sighing dreamily.

Once back in the Ministry, the smile he had until that moment faded away as a nun reported to him, in a slightly anxious way that wasn't really reassuring, that Papa Nihil was waiting for him in his office.

*

Terzo took another sip and grimaced as he placed the cup on the refectory table. Scattered on the wood were the remnants of a post-night-out breakfast, with sweet and savory mixed together. It was much later than the usual breakfast hours, but for the Pope's sons and his closest friends, any door was always open, especially the kitchen's.

“Was it a boy or a girl this time?“

“A girl...“

Copia smirked. “Did you take precautions?“ he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh, dear...“ to that question, Terzo put his hands on his face, attempting to dodge it. A nearly impossible task since precautions were certainly not the first thing on his mind while being with a girl. In fact, he didn't think about it at all... And Copia knew him all too well.

“Terzo...“ the boy called him sternly.

“No...“ Terzo muttered finally.

Copia rolled his eyes in frustration. He just couldn't get it through his head. The only thing missing was a series of illegitimate heirs who would come forward at the right time.

“Terzo, it's an impor-“

“I know, I know!“ he snapped, straightening up in his chair again. “Sathanas, you've become so boring!“

Copia glared at him. “I'm sorry if I care about you, asshole...“

"I've already heard enough bullshit from my father this morning, I don't need you preaching to me either." Terzo grabbed his head in his hands, as if struggling with a strong headache. "Is it too much to ask for some peace!?"

Copia frowned. Every time Terzo talked about his father, his mood changed. It couldn't be easy being one of the Pope's sons, and apparently, it was even harder to be the least favored one and not do much to improve the situation. "What happened with Papa?"

Terzo simply slumped exhausted onto him, with his head resting on his shoulder, emitting a tired groan. He smelled a different scent on his skin. The scent of another skin, the scent of another person... the scent of sex.

Although he knew Copia had an active sex life, sensing it so clearly left him dumbfounded, as if that awareness had suddenly taken shape in his mind.

He squinted his eyes, gripping a fold of Copia's dress in his hand and pushed more against him.

“Oh, are you okay?“ Copia asked, a bit worried.

“Who was it?“

Copia frowned again. “You wouldn't know him anyway...“

Terzo grabbed one of Copia's books, waiting for the next lesson on the table, and threw it behind them in annoyance.

“What the hell...“ Copia hissed, gripping the wrist of the elder in one hand.

“I asked you who it was...“ Terzo said determinedly, freeing himself.

There was something oppressing his mind and pricking his heart, knowing that Copia had been with someone else that night. It was the first time it had happened, or at least the first time it had happened so intensely. He didn't even have the right to think it. He himself had spent the night with someone, but the idea that Copia had looked at, touched, or kissed someone else now almost hurt him... Perhaps the conversation with his father must have disturbed him in more than one way, and now the boulder of moodiness pressed on him with more than one weight.

“Father Jones... you don't know him...“

It was true; he didn't know him, but he hated him all the same.

Was it jealousy, perhaps? And since when did he feel jealous of Copia? He didn't know. But he knew it wasn't just jealousy if he was now kissing him as if it were the last time he could.

Many more hungry kisses followed, but it wasn't on that occasion that it happened.

A nun just entered the refectory, interrupting them, and with all probabilities, she had seen their lips sealed and their hands firmly framing their faces, but she just acted like she hadn't.

IV. The Devil knows what he does.

It was a more or less ordinary evening, an oversized T-shirt, and a possibly too excited Copia. That's what it took to end up in bed together, and for them to enjoy it. No major reason, no jealousy, no trauma or music, because that's where the Devil lie: in the details.

Of all the occasions the devil could have seized to extend his hand, it happened just when Terzo decided to go to bed wearing one of Copia's loose shirts. It hung on his slender body, concealing his form, though the lower part was barely covered by the hem, leaving the legs exposed from the edge of snug boxers down. A mysterious hide and seek that would lead anyone to a maniacal game of fantasy: 'What could be under that fabric...' and even Copia was not immune to those thoughts. It wasn't the first time he had them, after all.

The position in which he found him, lying in his bed, had sealed the deal. The exposed and crossed legs in a comfortably positioned, unwittingly sexy manner had prompted him to let his gaze slide over them, almost without realizing it. After all, it was just skin... but exposed skin like that can't be so innocent if Copia felt so indifferent by just looking at it.

Terzo, unaware of the thoughts he had sparked in his mind, continued to lie there, staring at the screen of a TV projecting the soft lights of their chosen movie onto his face. Copia approached him somberly, drawn by an unknown force, until he finally sat on the bed, turning his face toward him.

Terzo did the same, expecting some reprimand about wearing something of his. After all, Terzo never liked his clothes; he found them tacky. He always claimed Copia had no sense of style. Despite being a few years younger, Copia was also physically taller and more robust. So why did he want to wear that shirt that evening? Simply because it was comfortable, he should have answered himself. 

Yet, Copia had asked himself that question a thousand times, as if that shirt were the cause of everything, and maybe it was. Still, blaming that pile of fabric was simpler than realizing that there was only one culprit. Technically, there would have been two, but credit had to be given to the guiding hand that had been with them since childhood.

Terzo had indifferently brought a hand to his face, nibbling on his thumbnail in a way that made the younger one subtly shiver. 

What the Hell, now the nibbling, too?

It all seemed so surreal that Copia didn't even have to explain why he reached out toward his leg, barely brushing the tense muscle of his thigh, reaching the edge of the T-shirt. Terzo's recoil wasn't enough to make him think or even just consider, because if he had, he wouldn't have dared to leave it there and start sliding it along the border of his boxers. 

Terzo initially pulled slightly back, staring at him with a perplexed look as if he almost didn't recognize him. He didn't even have the courage to ask him what he was doing, so intense was the gaze he received, from two eyes identical to his own. It was the same look Copia gave him to reassure him that everything would be fine, only... only it was mixed with something more. There was something in that gaze, something he had never seen before; Terzo had never caught in Copia's eyes that indescribable glimmer of an unbearable and dangerous desire.

And Terzo hadn't objected. Honestly, he knew it was strange, but after spending restless nights dreaming of encounters with Copia in every scenario, even though he had learned to deny it even to himself, perhaps that could scare him, but it was exciting enough to embarrass him even just thinking that he wanted that hand to be where he had put it. Perhaps a bit higher.

"Are you still watching the movie...?" he asked, getting slightly closer.

"Nah," Terzo shrugged. 

He didn't even bother to stop his eyes from insistently scanning Terzo's entire body, who, in turn, tried to look elsewhere, sure of Copia's eyes that wouldn't detach from him.

Before Terzo could realize it, Copia had already taken his face in one hand, lifting it to reach his own, and forcefully tasted his lips, leaving no room for objections. It had started as a soft touch, but he soon pressed deep, exploring every corner of that mouth that welcomed him with bewilderment but without resistance.

Copia leaned over him without stopping that kiss for a moment. He pushed his mouth forcefully, framing his face with both hands and pushing himself deep until Terzo ended up leaning his head and back against the headboard, beyond which he could not retreat.

Terzo removed his shirt, and for a moment, he stayed there on his knees in front of him, his black hair falling over his eyes, while Copia stared at his slim body with admiration. There was nothing he hadn't seen before, but his body wasn't just there to be watched now; it was an offering.

"Come here..." Copia enveloped him in his arms, his hands caressing him tenderly, feeling the warmth of their bare skin in contact, and his palms tracing the muscles of their backs. There were more kisses, and after those kisses, only frantic movements and moans.

Terzo had held his face before in his hands, but in that moment, all the gestures they may have shared before came with a new meaning, mixing with new ways of touching they had never dared to try... like caressing the half-erected cock free from the underwear he had just slid down from Copia's thighs.

Soon, there was no more space for words or explanations.

There was nothing particularly romantic in the way Terzo looked up at him, as to look at his expression one last time before getting his cock in his mouth, after having stroked it to fully harden it, to taste his sex the way he had done with countless others but never with him.

Copia’s head leaned back against the bed frame for a moment, hissing at the sensation, then returned to look down at the black haired head moving on his groin. His hand guided him but there was no need for how skilled his movements felt. It was impossible not to enjoy his soft tongue caressing his most sensible spots in a so dedicated way, feeling it twirling around his tip or lingering around his base with wet kisses, then sliding all the way up again. 

“It feels so nice…” Copia tilted his head back again and began to lightly push his hips forward in his mouth, hearing the brunette's soft, muffled moans that made him even harder. “Oh… so nice…” and maybe it was knowing how much Terzo enjoyed having sex that made sex with him so satisfying. Copia would have learned in time that it was Terzo’s way to treat you like the most precious and tasteful treat that made the nights spent with him that unforgettable.

Right when Copia thought he was going to come in his mouth, Terzo stopped, leaving him breathless and confused with his back against the bed frame.

“For as much as I want to drink you, I don’t want you to end like this.” he said, getting on his knees again, but Copia seemed to ignore his words. He started with a “Let me…” but he couldn’t even finish the sentence for how quickly he bent and filled his own mouth with Terzo’s cock.

Terzo consented, caressing his hair, while his mouth opened in a graceful “o” at the sensation of his warm lips around him. “I won’t last long…” he whispered soon after, moving to free himself from Copia’s mouth, sitting on the bed and bringing Copia’s face to his for a greedy kiss. “I want to fuck you.” He said, grabbing him by his chin with one hand “I really want to.”

There was something thrilling about being treated like a regular sexual partner by him, Copia had to admit. It was like adding a new shade to their relationship he never experienced before. With anticipation he let him guide his body, making him do what he could have only imagined him doing to his lovers. His caresses were guiding him closer, the hands on his hips gently led him to sit, adjusting on his groin with progressively decreasing decency. Copia moved, and each movement provoked new levels of pleasure, until Terzo found himself inside him while he, panting and moaning, begged him to never stop. And he only did when Copia finally collapsed on him, trembling and sweaty; a sticky but happy mess. Terzo’s hand firmly on the back of his head was keeping it in the crook of his neck, breathing in each other’s hair; the other hand was holding on the skin on his waist in a way he’d have seen on some renaissance statues.

In the moments following what happened, perhaps they should have only hoped that everything remained imprinted forever on the walls of that room, never to be remembered. They should have hoped that the images that unfolded that night would no longer revisit them, let alone repeat. But once that boundary was crossed with someone, there was no way back. One day, they would probably cross paths in the corridors of the Abbey and avoid each other, or their respective commitments and careers would consume that relationship, inevitably pitting them against each other in a power play from which it would be impossible to escape.

Copia was stretched out on him, with one leg hooked around his waist and Terzo's hand holding his side, caressing it slowly from time to time.

After many moments where the only thing reaching their ears was their light breath on their skin, Copia felt the need for something they had never done until that moment: talk.

"Terzo..." he began with a low, gentle voice.

"Hmm?"

"There's something I've been wondering... and I often wonder about it..." he paused just to make sure Terzo was listening. "Do you think all of this was here before?"

Terzo was staring at the ceiling. "If we could have done this before, you mean?" he asked, doubtful.

"No..." Copia lifted his head slightly, resting it on his hand and facing him, lying on his side. "I mean, it's like it has always been here, but we didn't know... do you understand?"

Terzo turned his face to look at him, eyebrows furrowed in uncertainty. "In what sense?"

"I mean, do you remember what we used to do as kids?"

"But that doesn't matter..." he downplayed. "We didn't even know what we were doing."

When they were still small enough to get away with it, Copia always found ways to get Terzo's attention, curling up against him at night and enjoying the warmth and caresses of the elder... Copia always wondered how long they could continue to be together that way. He always wondered if, as they grew up, all those cuddles and attention would disappear.

When the cuddles from childhood turned into adult needs, they decided it was something they could no longer afford and pretended they could be fine without listening to that feeling growing as much as they tried to suppress it.

Copia laid on him again, tapping his fingers on his chest. That was one of the rare moments when he felt truly serene, and just lying next to Terzo, tapping his fingers on his chest, was enough for him. He thought about how many times he could have been so serene and hadn't been, if it was really that simple.

"I mean... do we know it now?" he asked with his face on Terzo's shoulder, raising his gaze to see what his expression was.

He was mostly pensive as he stared at the ceiling above their heads, but he seemed serene as well.

"Do you know?" Terzo asked him. "I do." He turned toward him to show that it wasn't a lie.

Copia let out a smile, sliding his hand from Terzo's chest to his neck, turning him to graze his lips.

Deep down, they knew they had done something terribly wrong, but they couldn't blame themselves for it; they didn't feel that way. And that's what scared them the most.

Yet, that had been the first time that sex had truly made sense. The naturalness with which they found themselves, once again, breathing the same air and sharing the same warmth, could only make them feel more secure and calm than they had ever been. 

Was this how everything transformed when you finally opened the doors to the absence of sin?

Then there was no more room for anything else... except for silence and the night.

"Let’s sleep now..."

A rustle of sheets, and Copia found himself immediately in the arms of the brunet who embraced him without hesitation. A light kiss on the lips, and Copia was sure the night would pass quickly and without nightmares.

#ghost band #the band ghost fanfiction #copiiia #terzo x copia #terzo x oc #copia x oc #terzo emeritus #young terzo #young copia #copia #Copiiia fanfiction

[ghastly-rp]

Open starter!!

(Would love the return of Terzo, or a Ghoul to comfort Copia)

The tour had gotten to him. He understood the importance of the band, of their work, spreading the message, inspiring new converts… but it had taken its toll on the old cardinal. The voices grew worse, their source he did not know, loud and ringing in his ears, following him every step he took, every lyric he sang, the voices persisted. Of course, he would never admit to such troubles, as the new Papa, he had an appearance to maintain, a clergy to run, a faith to uphold.

This did not stop the relief of finally returning home, he dismissed the ghouls and went off to check on his rats, to determine the sisters left behind took the upmost care of them. Their work was passable, and once he was content, he finally allowed himself a moment of free time. He wandered through the familiar halls, hands clasped behind his back, face flat as he once more ignored the buzzing voices haunting the back of his mind. He found himself once more standing in the only place within the abbey he found some sort of peace. Copia knelt in front of the altars left for Terzo, head bowed in reverence. It would seem you never truly stop mourning, the grief never fades, but it changes as time passes. He still felt bitter about the loss of the former Papas, he felt undeserving of his role, unfit to carry on this legacy, a failure when compared to the others. Oh, what he would give to have them back.

#copia rp #cardinal copia #papa emeritus #papa emeritus iv rp #papa emeritus iii #Terzo #ghost rp #the band ghost #the band ghost rp #feel free to DM to brainstorm!! #I would absolutely love a resurrected Terzo #and the trauma that comes with that #copiiia #c3 #Terzo/copia #copia/Terzo #Terzo x copia