Kevin opened his eyes groggily, looking around himself self consciously. He didn't know where he was but the place felt... familiar. A finger trailed down the lines of his neck, down to the base of his throat and back again. He swallowed back the need to moan, it had been so long since he'd last felt someone touch him. The finger was replaced by featherlight kisses- so light that he wasn't even sure if they'd happened but the heat left behind was realer than anything he'd felt before. Once the glorious kisses had run the course that the digits had before, they retreated back so he felt the owners hot breath on his ear lobe. He could no longer contain the low moan that escaped him- he just wanted this mysterious person to touch him again.

"Kevin..." A voice moaned into his ear. A feeling as cold and piercing as ice shot through his spine, curling into his stomach. The voice was not only male- but one of the mission leader, Connor Mckinley.

"Ahhh Kevin Price. I don't see you since the donut incident and then twice in one year. Well... that is what you tell people, right? The first and only hell dream you had was that one until that petty rule 72 incident"

Kevin tried in vain to turn his head to view the disembodied voice but there was no need, he already knew exactly who it belonged to.

"Lucifer"

"Oh Kevin I love the way you say my name. Such anger. Such hurt"

"I've done nothing wrong this time! Why am I having this dream?!"

Lucifer chuckled darkly before thick black smoke began to seep from the floor and take on the form of two figures- one slightly smaller than the other. The smoke seemed to mould to each other, intertwining in a dance that was beautiful even with the presence of this dream. The smoke dipped and settled in a position half the height of the other and begun to take shape. The taller, even before looking in detail, would look identical to him he knew. This was his dream, after all.

His smoke counterpart seemed to tip back his head, it's mouth opening in a moan as the other shadow begun to come into focus.

"No! Stop this, this isn't me!"

"You aren't stopping him Kevin. You seem to be enjoying it"

"I am not gay! That is a sin onto heavenly father's name!"

"Yes but you are no longer a Mormon, correct? Just let yourself feel"

Before Kevin could even respond, he blinked and fully opened his eyes to feel a pair of hands resting on his thighs. The hands gripped onto the flesh like their lives depended on it. Kevin glanced down further, his eyes settling on a shock of red hair and the brightest eyes he had ever seen. His knees buckled slightly as the full feeling of this dream slammed into him, his dick at full attention and being pleasured expertly in the warm cavern of... another man.

"Kev this is my first time... I'm sorry if this isn't good for you"

Kevin went to open his mouth to let out the string of curse words to stop whatever was going on here but another deeper moan just pushed its way out anyway.

"Fuck"

The words still left him but they were just breaths and moans. Nothing had ever felt this good before and he had had a few good attempts from some of the girls at his stupid Mormon camps.

Kevin threaded his fingers through the older boys hair, holding him closer with each thrust he made into his mouth. The man was amazing, that couldn't be denied. All he wanted to do was kiss his cherry red lips and make him moan as he was doing to him at that moment. He shook his head, feeling a horrific pressure in his chest. Realisation.

"Elder... This is so wrong" Kevin grunted, shoving forcefully against the smaller boys shoulder. Connor lost his balance and fell hard which, in a regular dream would have been fine, caused him to fall to a doom filled with fire.

Vicious chuckled exploded from around him, the closest one sounding exactly like his own. "Oh Kevin, you self righteous boy. This is not the last we have seen of each other. You are destined to burn with me. I look forward to it"

Nails begun to scrape every inch of him, blood exploded from every fresh cut that appeared in his usually pristine skin.

"Beautiful Kevin. All gays spend eternity with me. You're going to burn in hell"

A scream rung out, loud and long, and it took him a while to realise it was his own. The cuts turned to gashes to wounds to slices of his skin beginning to curl down towards the floor.

Kevin woke with a horrific start, breath catching in his throat. His hands roamed over his flesh checking from even the smallest evidence of his dream but everything was how it was when he went to sleep. He shifted slightly, causing himself to move against the sheet. He muttered angrily, glancing under the sheets to confirm his suspicions. The damp spot on his sheet was obvious enough but he had to confirm it with his own eyes. He gripped his member gently, thumbing the tip and sure enough coming away with wetness. This was stupid. Nothing was remotely sexual in that dream! Disgusting yes! Not anything worth... this.

Feeling like a stupid pre-pubescent boy again, Kevin flung his sheet away from him and stalked to the corner. Thankfully he had had the foresight to collect water the day before- he was more than happy he didn't have to walk around the village with an erection. He'd never live it down- literally. Although thankful for the cold water this morning, these 'showers' had been the hardest to adapt to. Yes, the food was nowhere near the level he'd had back in America but it was bearable. To not be able to shower and feel properly clean was horrific- especially his beloved hair.

He made his way down the hall, reveling in the silence of the mission. As much as he loved his fellow elders, especially now they'd all stayed to spread the Book of Arnold, there weren't many moments he managed to get alone. He reached the bathroom which unfortunately was only a room, several drains and a bucket.

"I need a holiday soon, somewhere with running water. And a haircut" he muttered angrily to himself as he stepped in.

His toes touched the edge of the only stoned floor in the small mission (for obvious reasons) as his eyes locked onto another body in the room already. His eyes roamed over the bent over figure in front of him who was standing side on which gave full view. The figure was perfect, a back that curved perfectly into a delicious- The figure stood to it's full height, giving Kevin chance to take in the one hidden area. The man's member waved in the air slightly, the owner obviously having the same kind of morning as him. They were almost the same size, not that he usually compared, but for some reason this just caused the aching down below to double. Now he definitely felt the part of a horny 16 year old, considering this was a man...

Kevin dropped the stored water in shock, causing a dull thud to sound through the resonant bathroom. The figure turned with a gasp, covering their chest with their arm as if they were a woman, and turned their clear eyes onto Kevin. Of course, after last night, the object of his hell dream was standing in front of him. They were standing as close as they had in the said dream and he properly noticed the height difference between them.

"I-I'm sorry Elder- I thought no one else was around"

He span on his heel and fled as fast as he could with a towel wrap- shit. In the shock of it all, his towel had dropped. When and where he couldn't remember. Had Connor seen him... naked? He guessed it was an eye for an eye after the amount h- Kevin cussed. This wasn't good. He never focused on anyone this much, let alone a man. Let alone another man from the same mission. Turn it off.

Connor stood, staring after the frankly beautiful Kevin Price flee in embarrassment when surely it should have been himself. After all, the whole result of this 'cleaning' was due to the spectacularly bad hell dream he had been the star of that night. They had been steadily growing worse over the last 6 months that Kevin had been there. Yes, he'd had hell dreams about new elders before but they had been the star once before he'd managed to turn it off. Whether this new found string of dreams had been caused from the fact of The Book of Arnold being tolerant to homosexuals or that Kevin was just... gorgeous, he didn't know.

He'd specifically asked Arnold to only write in a phrase about consensual relationships alongside the baby sleeping memo and both him and Nabulungi had given him smiling glances. Of all of the missionaries that were now involved in this particular part of Africa, they were the only two who were the closest to know his gay thoughts weren't really that anymore.

It was like he was beginning to have straight moments in his gay mind. Arnold had happily agreed, muttering so only they could hear that he'd always hated the passages about man laying with woman. Connor had lowered his head, a small smile on his face. In that moment he felt a fleeting acceptance which had soon been swallowed by self doubt.

He shook his head, determined not to let himself become caught up in those memories again. However much he felt accepted or natural in fleeting moments in his life, he always came back to the hell dream. His mind always went to how he was going to burn, die, hurt, just because he could no longer pretend that he was attracted to females like he had tried after the Steve Blade incident. Connor, with all of this self doubt and anger towards himself and his thoughts, could never be happy with himself. Not whilst he was trapped in his own mind.