Epilogue-Take Me To Church

"Daddy!" Hanna squealed as he ran over to Church, who couldn't even get through the front door without having to pick up their squirming son.

Tossing Hanna on his shoulders, he held his little legs and ran a bit, making the boy put his arms in the air happily as he made airplane noises. It had been nearly two weeks since they moved back to the apartment, but Church had been so busy with his new job on top of his company work that they hadn't really had much time together.

Michael was currently training to be CEO, since Church said that he wouldn't have time with his policework and only wanted the company to keep going if someone he trusted worked at the position. A few people had been pissed they hadn't been promoted and instead had to train him when Church wasn't available, but they softened up after they realized how quickly he learned and how well he performed his duties.

At night both of them basically fell into bed after tucking Hanna in, and only awoke when the alarm drawled it's annoying hum come morning. The short few minutes they laid in bed before Hanna awoke was spent kissing and touching, but they never got much further.

Michael was literally walking on pins and needles now, his fingers itching to touch his demon more. After he'd finally come to terms with the idea that the only bed he ever wanted to warm was Church's, he had been seriously on edge to heat it up several more degrees.

Darn life. Why do you have to be so darn busy right now.

Huffing out a sigh, Michael gave his head a sharp shake and stood up, taking Hanna from Church's shoulders and running into the kitchen, holding him carefully.

"Hey, that's mine!" Church shouted as he heard him run after them.

Michael hunched by the counter but soon found strong arms wrapped around both himself and Hanna, making butterflies go crazy in his belly. When Church leaned over and nipped his ear, Michael had to bite back a moan. "Pancakes for dinner, Michael? Then tucking Hanna in... then my priest for dessert?"

"Hanna want dessert, too!"

Oh god. You are never getting that kind of dessert! I will put a chastity belt on you when you get older.

Michael's protective side simmered, but Church just laughed and gave Hanna a kiss on the nose before releasing them to get things needed for dinner out of the fridge. He grabbed eggs, flour, milk, and a bag of chocolate chips. He held the bag up and Hanna grinned just as his dad did.

"We'll mix dessert with dinner. How does that sound?"

Hanna clapped his hands as Michael set him down and he walked over to Church, holding up one hand, silently asking for chocolate chips. Michael knew that he was going to get them, even though they both knew he understood that they had to go in the pancakes and he was just trying to get himself a few extra, but of course Church just tilted the bag and poured a few pieces into his son's hand anyways.

So whipped. As am I.

Michael watched as Hanna ran over to Max, who had recovered well from his injuries and grown quite a bit in such a short time. When he stopped in front of the dog and began offering it a chip Michael quickly ran over and grabbed the candy before the pup could get it into its mouth. Hanna looked surprised and a bit upset, so Michael knelt down and quickly explained that chocolate made doggies hurt. Hanna's face paled and he immediately shoved the chocolate into his own mouth, making Michael grin and pat his head. "Go ahead and play with Max. We'll call you for dinner in a moment, okay?"

He nodded and grabbed the poor dog, dragging it away without it protesting at all, though it took a good amount of effort with its recent gained weight. When he was out of view Michael sauntered up behind his demon and slid his hands into the front of his pants, getting a loud groan in response. Nuzzling into the crook of his neck, he began to nibble there as Church did his best to distractedly flip pancakes. It wasn't working all too well, but Michael gave him props for actually getting most of the food in the pan each time he flipped one. By the time there were three plates of pancakes Church was incredibly sexually frustrated... Michael definitely knew, because he was holding a very stiff item and had caused it with a gleeful smile.

When Michael realized they probably needed to eat the odd looking pancakes before they got cold, he hesitantly retracted his hands and went to wash them as Church got the food on the table, followed by glasses of orange juice. When everything was set Michael got himself situated and called Hanna over. While Church ate Michael cut up Hanna's pancake and added the amount of syrup he wanted before finally digging into his own. Dinner was fairly quiet, but about halfway through Hanna gave a big yawn and looked up at him. "Can I be excuse? I tired."

Michael grinned at him and nodded. "You had a bath yesterday so you can skip tonight's, but be sure to go potty and brush your teeth before bed, okay? Daddy and I will be in there in a few minutes to tuck you in."

Hanna quickly nodded and crawled out of his chair, then walked to the bathroom. Church and Michael remained quiet and finished their meal as they heard Hanna get ready for bed. When both of them were finished they split the rest of Hanna's food and finished it off as well, before bringing all the dishes to the sink to rinse. They heard the toilet flush, then the sink going. After that, the pattering of feet and the sound of dragging were heard as Hanna brought Max to his bed and got under the blankets.

"Maybe we should have just gotten him a stuffed animal. I swear that dog poops more than all of us put together and still doesn't move ninety-nine percent of the time," Michael said, not really to anyone in particular.

Church cracked up at that, his smile infectious as they both laughed quietly. Truly, They both knew that they wouldn't give Max away for anything. He was Hanna's puppy. He was important, even if he shed everywhere and was about as useful as a piece of his freshly dropped fur on one of their black dress shirts.

Feeling a gentle hand in his own, Michael looked up at Church as he began leading him out of the kitchen, switching off the lights as they walked past the doorway. Michael got the one near the table before they turned down the hall and went to Hanna's room.

When they got there they looked at each other and shook their heads. Hanna was out cold with Max in his arms, his face buried in the puppy's soft fur. Michael walked over first and leaned over to press a kiss to his cheek, then moved aside as Church did the same. They both whispered "good night, Hanna," then made their way out of the room, closing the door quietly behind themselves.

The walk back to their own room wasn't hurried, but as soon as the door closed Michael was shoved up against it, somehow quietly, and kissed with a desperation that he hadn't seen from Church, ever. He also noticed a certain item rubbing against him between his legs, but instead of being disgusted like he may have when he'd first met Church, he groaned and eagerly wrapped his arms around his shoulders, then did the same with his legs and his waist. Church's hips gave several sharp jerks, jarring the door with their strength and making Michael yell into his shirt to try and muffle the sound.

I'm such a perverted priest.

Michael groaned Church's name, getting a rather sexy, deep growl in return. His mind felt foggy as he leaned his head back against the door so that he could look into his bright, hungry eyes. Knowing that he affected him so much made his pride swell, along with something else between his legs.

"I specifically remember a demon promising to deflower a certain priest."

His voice was rough with need and Church heard it. Definitely heard it. Michael's legs slowly loosened from around his waist and Church backed up just enough to let him return to his feet.

"But this needs to go, now," Michael said as he grabbed the stupid tie around Church's neck and yanked it, unfastening the thing easily with the jerk. The motion left the top of his shirt slightly undone and a smirk on his cocky face.

"You don't need some stupid necktie to look the part. Any part."

"It's just part of the uniform, love. Have to show that I belong to the police department."

Michael's eyes narrowed to slits and he stood up on his tip-toes, his feet brushing against Church's shoes.

"You belong to me. They borrow you, but you're mine alone."

He wasn't sure where that sudden possessiveness had come from, but judging from the fact that he was suddenly being carried over Church's shoulder, he had a feeling that he had liked the idea. He dropped Michael down onto the bed and unbuttoned his shirt faster than he thought possible. Michael's eyes glued to the toned chest he saw as Church shrugged the clothing off, then began on his pants. Michael scooted forward on instinct and grabbed what sprang forth as soon as his boxers and pants dropped to the floor.

This part is mine, too.

With a nervous but curious smile, Michael began leaning forward and opened his mouth, but was suddenly shoved onto his back with Church leaning over him. His lips lowered quickly to his own and Michael gladly opened for him, but he pulled back after only a minute.

"I don't want this beautiful mouth on anything but my own."

Michael's cheeks burned but he nodded, unable to talk. He felt Church shift his weight a little and soon Michael's dress pants were being pulled down along with his boxers. While he did that Michael removed his shirt, losing the last barrier they had to being completely naked against each other.

And it feels like heaven. Real heaven. Not the fake one I'm evidently no longer going to.

Church reached over to the nightstand and pulled out a large bottle of lube, making Michael hold back a chuckle. He obviously knew that they were going to be busy soon, but he bet he had wanted to use most of that much earlier than tonight.

Michael thought that he would go slow and start with kissing and touching, but Church didn't hesitate to get right to business. Thankfully, he used plenty of liquid from the bottle and gladly muffled any of Michael's responding sounds with his mouth as he used his fingers between his legs.

It was already completely dark in the room but Church's eyes flared brighter as he worked and he wasted no time in lining himself up while at the same time getting Michael into a comfortable position.

"Say it, Church," Michael whispered into the darkness.

"Michael Saunders, I love you and I will have a ring on your damn finger by the end of the week. You are my priest and if anyone tries to touch you I'll tear their throat out."

Well. That was a little overboard, but I'll definitely take it.

"Well then, best claim this priest to be sure everyone knows he belongs to his Church only."

A deep rumble emanated from his chest as he abruptly shoved himself inside. Michael gasped and arched, trying to lessen the pain but Church was relentless. He couldn't blame him. The guy was a demon and had also been waiting for this day for quite a long time.

"As much as I want to hear you scream my name, my dear priest, I will have to make do with your moans and deliciously perverted body," Church growled when Michael turned his head to bite a blanket, needing to muffle his sounds so that they didn't wake Hanna.

He leaned over and licked Michael's cheek with a pleased growl, picking us speed if that were even possible. He squirmed, but Church just chuckled and bit his ear.

"I'm going to turn you into such a dirty priest."

He would normally feel embarrassed to hear such words, especially directed at himself, but this time he felt differently. Spitting out the edge of the blanket between his teeth, Michael grabbed what small strands of Church's newly-cut hair he could and jerked his head to the side so that he could slam his mouth over his. When he finally allowed Church some air, he was pleased to hear his demon panting even harder.

"I'll turn you dirty, my handsome demon. Because I know what you want and..."  his mouth was sealed with Church's and Michael didn't have time to react as he buried himself deep and released into him. The abrupt action had Michael's own mind going blank as he arched against Church, feeling his own release send shivers through his body.

When they finally came down from their climaxes Michael felt completely sated. Church was resting overtop him, panting heavily but nuzzling and licking against his neck and cheek at the same time. They were both exhausted, but it was definitely worth it. Michael was just about to tell him that when Church chuckled and gripped his waist, giving one last small thrust with a smirk.

"I swear it. Tomorrow I'll have you so sore from doing you on my desk every way possible that you will not be able to sit for a week."

Tilting his head, Michael matched his smirk and gave his own light laugh.

"Only one week?"

Those had evidently been the wrong words to say... or in his case, the right ones? Either way, they started going at it again, their previous fatigue forgotten as they made love for a second time.

I can call it love now. Michael thought to himself with a content feeling he'd been yearning for since he knew he had feelings for a demon who wasn't able to return them. Now he can. Now he's my lover. Hopefully soon, my husband.

Michael's lips quirked up into a cheesy grin as he stared up at the man lovingly looking down at him.

And always my Church.

-End

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