The return home felt more like running with his tail between his legs, Jason hit the church library hard but he needed more information to pinpoint the type of Demon he was dealing with. With the little he had gathered from the encounter he could tell it was a high level, perhaps a general? Or maybe a prince? Reading up on his demonology Jason found himself nose deep in five different books when the clock struck midnight, rubbing his eyes Jason decided he needed another book. Returning to his place in the large and nearly empty library he found a small sheepish looking friar looking over the opened books, Jason put his hand over the page the kid was reading startling the boy.

"Oh! Um, I di-didn't see you… I was jus- j-just looking at i-it."

With a sigh Jason sat back down in his place, cracking open the newest book he could feel the boy watching him, it was annoying but Jason didn't have time to deal with the child. Falling back into the books the priest searched for any traits the demon had showed, linking them up with ranks and types, anything he could find would help him save Richard.

"Father?" The boy spoke shyly.

Todd looked up from a book he was almost through, the kid held a tray with a bowl of rice, a plate of meat and a roll of bread in his hands. On que Jason's stomach growled, blinking up at him Jason smiled, he hadn't remembered to eat. Taking the food Jason thanked the friar who stuttered in response, looking over at a rather big clock that read three am Jason figured he could start to wrap it up.

The bed had never looked or felt so welcoming, Jason wanted more then anything to collapse into it and sleep, but he had to shower the stench of the Demon off himself first. Kicking off his shoes the priest stated undressing as he turned the hot water on, folding the clothes carefully as he placed them in the dirty hamper. The water was scalding hot, it felt like heaven on his sore shoulders, wincing as it burned his scarred bite Jason ran his fingers over the raised bumps. It seemed like such a long time ago now, that first day when he met Richard Grayson's possessed body. Shaking his head the priest lathered up washing the day's sins off his skin and out of his hair, lingering for a few more moments Jason let himself unwind in the heat of the shower.

Once he hit the bed Jason sank into it, pulling the cover up over himself and hugging the pillow tightly to his head Todd drifted off. The sleep was deep, it was heavy and consuming.

Dick walked into the room, barefoot, shirtless as always, with a simple pair of jeans, he lingered by the door closing it slowly with his tail. Looking about the room he found nothing of importance, no personal belonging, no pictures, nothing to show that this room belonged to the priest. Slowly Dick walked over to the bed where Jason slept, he trailed his fingers across the edge of the small bed making his way to the head. Kneeling down he looked into the face of the sleeping man, petting his hair softly, paying extra attention to the white patch. Leaning over DIck kissed the sleeping human, he watched as Jason's face twitched from the feeling, eyes darting around under closed lids. Pressing his mouth to the other man again Dick smiled as Jason's brows knitted together, running his tongue over the human's bottom lip he pulled it into his mouth to nip at it. Jason made a soft sound, almost a moan, as if he liked the way it felt.

The sound amused Dick he fed off it, crawling into the bed Dick pushed Jason down flat on his back perching himself upon the human's hips. Leaning down Grayson ground down on Jason's crotch watching as his brow dipped, eyes rolling, breath hitched and Dick thought he'd devour him right there. Licking Jason's lips, dipping into the human's mouth to try and entice the other man, Grayson's fingers found their way into Jason's shirt. Another sound was drawn from him as Dick ran his tail over Jason's jawline down his neck and chest, rolling his hips into the human, tongue twisting around the other. Jason moaned, he reached lazily to grab onto Dick's ass pulling him down as he bucked up into the feeling, his tongue swirled to life. The feel of Jason's hard on against Grayson's thy made him lift up just enough to slip his hand into the waistband of Jason's pants, starting to tease him by stroking at the head of Jason's cock.

The sensation felt so good Jason's whole body shuttered, he tossed his head back bucking into the feeling, biting his bottom lip to keep from making a sound. Dick watched the way the priest face turned and twisted with lust and pleasure, moving his free hand Dick cupped Jay's face running his thumb across his lip freeing it from his teeth. Another moan rumbled through Jason, Dick leaned down and nipped at Jason's neck, mounting the scar. It sent waves through Jay, he was becoming louder every stroke, fingers digging into Grayson's ass cheeks hard enough too bruise. A moan rolled through the tainted human this time, Jason was dripping with precum and he fisted a hand in Dick's hair.

The horns made Jason jerk away, his eyes snapped open and he tried to pull away from the Demon. Dick merely changed his image back into the human version of himself before sitting upright on the priest, Jason looked up at him confused, he was breathing hard and couldn't understand what was happening. Sitting up Jason looked around the room feeling foggy. Grayson leaned down into him again, he kissed the other man softly, Jason kissed him back hesitantly, looking into Dick's face trying to blink away the confusion. Starting the strokes again Dick pushed Jason back into the bed, at first the priest was still unsure, he remained rigid, and Dick had to lower himself down the human's body. Wrapping his lips around the head of Jason's cock he swirled his tongue around the head before swallowing him up, Jason melted into the feeling of Dick's warm mouth on him.

It didn't take much to get Jason to the point where he grabbed a fistful of greyson's hair, pumping his hips up, moaning and rolling with ecstasy. Jason could feel himself ready to burst, he groaned trying to thrust deeper into Dick's throat, greddy for the intense feeling riding through him.

Jason shot up in bed, his alarm ringing so loudly that he fell out of the bed, on the ground Jason laid there for a moment trying to remember why he felt like he'd been hit by a truck. Closing his eyes Todd felt sore, he ached all over but couldn't figure out why, something in the back of his mind nagged at him, swore it was important. With a heavy sigh Jason got up off the floor, he gathered his clothes and started his day like every other day. Three days passed in the same manner, all day spent in study till the wee hours of the morning, the friar bringing him food, each night he washed the sins off himself, got into bed, dreamt of Dick Grayson snaking into his room and sucking him off. Each morning he'd wake up startled not remembering the dream and feeling even worse than the day before,his mind nagging at him. On the fourth night Jason didn't sleep at all, he pumped coffee into himself like water, drinking five pots that night to stay him till the morning.

The amount of caffeine that was inside him gave him an odd sense of clarity, pulling three more books from the shelfs a fourth fell to the floor so loudly that it made him jump. Plucking the fallen book up he read the title, 'Incubus-Succubus', with a shrug he took it to the table, cracking open the other three books he got half way through them before he couldn't see straight,he kept dozing off. Taking the unfinished books with him the shy friar boy tailed after him muttering something about his books before placing the one he left behind on the pile in his arms, Jason thanked him before making his way to his bed and collapsing. No shower, no undressing, he just dropped the books on the floor and threw himself onto the bed. Closing his eyes sleep came swiftly.

The next morning his alarm made him roll right out of the bed, the cold floor felt good against his heated skin. Looking down Jason realized he was covered in semen, he had cumed in his pants. Touching the sticky part of his pants Jason groaned at how sensitive he still was. It sent waves of pleasure through him and it made him remember just how long it had been since he'd been with someone. Laying back down on the ground he could feel his pulse throbbing though his still hard cock, it agitated him just how badly he wanted to touch himself, to feel that feeling again. Temptation knocked on his door and it was so fucking hard not to answer, he knew it was a sin, he knew his holy father would be let down by the perversion but it was still so enticing.

Todd couldn't remember the last time he had a wet dream… Letting the issue settle in the back of his mind Jason forced himself into the shower, throwing his clothes carelessly into the hamper Todd sank into the hot water, he laid against the shower wall tired. Two minuets passed before Jason started to lather up with soap washing away the sins of yesterday, he stopped when the washcloth brushed against his still throbbing hard on. Turning to lay his forehead on the cool tile wall Todd groaned, his whole body was sensitive now, goosebumps covered him and he wanted it so bad it hurt, his whole body ached with lust. Fisting his hands in his own hair Jason battled with himself. It wasn't till he was already pumping himself against his fist that he realised he had made his chose.

Clamping down on the cloth in his hand Jason moaned, he stroked himself quickly already so close to orgasm, it was like he already had all this pent up sexual tension and he was just now allowing himself to cum. On cue his body started to tighten up, he sucked in a ragged breath and pumped vigorously against himself, cursing as he felt the warm cum pour over his knuckles, it was such an intense climax that his legs shook. Feeling weak Jason finished cleaning himself before returning to his bed. Exhaustion filled him, he needed sleep, he needed more rest.