Oh Dear God

"Rrrrrrrr."

"Rrrrrrrr."

Shut up.

"Rrrrrrr!"

"I'm gonna eat you in a secon'."

"Wuff! Wuff!"

Damn thing!

Sitting up, Church snarled over at the balcony doors the damn thing was barking and pawing at. As soon as he actually looked at what was outside, though, he blanched.

"Shit!"

Jumping out of bed, he ran over to the door and grabbed the dog, then ran into the living room before throwing it at Michael. He woke up with the sudden addition of fuzzy weight on his chest, confused and mumbling incoherently.

"Get up and get in Hanna's room, now!" Church hissed, not really giving him a chance to respond as he yanked him off of the sofa and dragged him into the back room. Michael wisely held onto the dog by the scruff so that when Church tossed him inside, the dog went with him.

"Stay in here and shut that damn dog up if you want to live!"

Before he could reply Church slammed the door shut and stalked back towards his balcony. He had no idea why the demons had come without announcing themselves first, but they had definitely put him in a shitty mood by doing so.

Shoving the sliding-glass door open, Church stepped outside and slid it closed before turning to glare at the three large demons perched on the banister railing. The light drizzle of rain ran down their smooth bodies, glinting slightly as the droplets caught the moonlight.

What the hell are you three doing here?

Anger dripped from his thoughts, making them shift hesitantly on the railing. When neither of them spoke up he snarled and stepped closer, making all three scramble to the other side of the small area.

Answer me, dammit!

The smallest demon fidgeted, then carefully hopped off the banister and bowed its head shakily.

L-Lord Church... we... we killed someone.

What?

He flinched back and whined, but that wasn't going to get them out of this.

No wonder I smelled a hint of blood in the rain.

What the hell happened? Why didn't you just tell me?

The larger one of the two still sitting on the banister replied quietly.

It just happened. We were out for a drink and some humans tried to jump us in an alley.

You killed more than one?  Church snarled the words into his head, taking a step closer while baring his teeth.

No, we only killed one! The rest ran as soon as they realized we were a lot stronger than them. We didn't even shift, just kind of... hit the guy and couldn't stop.

Giving a deep sigh, Church tossed off his clothing and shifted, stretching out for a moment before hopping up onto the rail.

Show me where he is. We need to get rid of the body.

All three nodded and jumped down to land in the apartment's backyard area. It was small but thankfully normally deserted, especially so late at night. Church quickly followed them down, then up and over the fence linking to a back alleyway.

Michael waited twenty minutes after he'd heard Church's balcony door shut before cracking open the door to Hanna's room. Not seeing anyone, he looked back at the little boy and told him to stay put before quietly closing the door and tip-toeing around the apartment. Not seeing any movement still, he glanced out on the balcony and sighed with relief.

Okay, so Church probably had some demons on the balcony calling for him.

Nodding to himself, Michael went into the kitchen and got down a small plate, then put a pealed banana, peanut butter and some raisins on it before heading back to Hanna's room. The boy was sitting against the wall on his bed when he came back in, the puppy snuggled in his lap happily.

"Hey there, Hanna. Church had to go out for a little bit. Wanna have a snack while we wait for him to come home?"

He nodded but didn't move, making him chuckle before walking over to drop down next to him on his bed. Hanna reached over for the banana and immediately started nibbling at it, getting goo all over his little hand when he squeezed it a bit too hard.

Eh, whatever. The dog will probably just clean his hands anyway.

And speaking of said dog, it looked suspiciously like it had peanut butter stuck in its mouth. Upon closer inspection of the plate, Michael did in fact note that the peanut butter was now absent.

"You two are brothers. One is just a little more fuzzy than the other."

Hanna giggled and Michael rolled his eyes, smiling before grabbing the raisins to pop into his own mouth. It was a few minutes later when he noticed Hanna grabbing the puppy and turning it around. The dog licked his face but Hanna actually pouted.

"Mats! You eated the peanut budder!"

Mats?

"His name is Max?"

He nodded and squeezed the dog to his chest again. Michael was about to reply and reach over to pet Max when he heard a heavy thumping sound in the other room. That got him off the bed and to the door in a heartbeat, but he quickly looked back at Hanna, "Stay there. Don't open the door."

His expression looked a little scared but he nodded, cuddling the chubby puppy even tighter. Michael quickly shut the door behind him and turned to see Church... on the floor of his bedroom.

"Church?"

He didn't move a muscle, making his stomach sink as he walked over to flick on the hall light. Michael honestly wished he hadn't, though. Church's entire body was covered in dark red blood, the substance flowing free from several gunshot wounds all along his left side.

"Oh shit. Oh shit oh shit oh shit!"

Michael ran over to him and, being an idiot, grabbed his shoulder. The sound of sizzling flesh made him quickly let go. Dammit! He needed to get him into the bathroom so that he could start getting his wounds cleaned, but couldn't touch him.

"Uh, shit. Um, I need to get less holy, fast. That's possible, right? I did it before!"

Shaking his head to break away from the panic he was in, Michael bit his lower lip and silently apologized to god before beginning to quickly speak.

"I'm gay for a demon. One of the head demons of New York."

Michael reached his hand back over but could feel the heat before he even touched him.

Not good enough.

"I-I uh, want him in my bed. E-Every night. I want to kiss him."

Reaching his hand closer again, he grinned when the heat wasn't as bad as before.

"God this is embarrassing, but working at least."

Squeezing his eyes shut tight, Michael quickly stammered out.

"I want him to have sex with me. To lick my body e-everywhere. T-To screw me until morning."

Okay, that was seriously all he could get out of his mouth so he tried touching Church again before he self-combusted from embarrassment. To his relief, he only felt a small amount of warmth when he grabbed Church's shoulder.

"Thank god."

Well, probably not anymore. But I'll fix that later!

Forcing Church to sit up, Michael carefully managed to get him into his arms and practically ran to the bathroom, nearly dropping him in the tub as he got there.

Darn guy is heavy!

Once he was laid down on his uninjured side Michael got the warm water going, then turned on the showerhead after drawing the curtain halfway closed so it wouldn't splash out onto the floor too much.

"Okay, big guy. Time to fix you up."

Michael checked him over really quick, counting five bullet wounds and a few grazes that just barely missed.

"Talk about target practice..."

Shaking his head, Michael got up and grabbed a pair of tweezers from the counter before dropping back down to his knees and leaning over.

"This is gonna hurt, but I'm pretty sure you already know that already, so here goes."

He didn't waste any time digging out the bullets in Church's side. Half of them were obviously coated in holy water since the wounds weren't healing up like the others.

"Bastards got you good. They must have planned this."

Church seemed to be out of it enough to not cause any problems as Michael dug bullet after bullet out of him.

"It's a good thing your body heals fast but this will probably take at least a few days, even with that power."

All he got in response was a quiet sigh, no doubt from the relief of having the bullets out of his flesh. Michael got Church's body scrubbed with soap after finishing removing all the metal, making sure to get each wound before finally rinsing him off.

"Okay, now I need to get you dry and in bed."

Easier said than done.

Grumbling to himself, he turned the shower off and grabbed a towel hanging on the drying bar. It took a few minutes, but he managed to get Church's upper body completely dry, then make him sit up.

"Okay, stay right there."

Church growled but his eyes were still closed, telling Michael that he wasn't exactly there right then. With a grin, he got some bandages from a drawer beneath the counter along with some antiseptic and finished cleaning and wrapping the wounds.

"Phew! Finally done. Now to just get you back to your room."

It took a few minutes to actually get him there since he was still a bit slippery and hadn't exactly lost any weight while Michael was washing him, besides the bullets. When he finally set him down on his blankets Michael dropped to the floor and leaned his forehead against Church's mattress to catch his breath.

"Well, that was fun."

A deep, pained chuckle was his reply.

"Laugh it up. I had to do all the hard work."

There was silence for a minute before he replied... and made Michael's face turn bright red in the darkness.

"I'll do the work tomorrow. I'll lick you everywhere.... and enjoy your little holy... body, till morning."

And, of course he heard me earlier. Thank you god for this instant karma. Not.