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Kiss, boys, kiss! (Peter/Thomas, Svetlana, Mary, Ghosts)

Peter wasn't sure what he was going to do if Thomas got any worse. Thomas wouldn't even look at Peter now. And Peter understood it was because he was hungry and thirsty and if they stayed stuck in here it would get worse and worse. Thomas had had terrible nightmares of watching his husband and son suffer as he had suffered. Now he was locked in with Peter, having to watch Peter go through it.

Peter did his best to try to show Thomas he was okay. But the truth was he was hungry, and he was thirsty and he was freezing arse cold. There was only so much he could do to cover it up, and Thomas was with it enough to see right through that anyway.

"Thomas." Peter edged forward to cuddle against his best friend. It was warmer that way and he knew Thomas wouldn't mind. "Are you awake?"

"Mmm." Thomas turned his head so he could look past Peter as if looking at him. He kissed Peter on his head and then he leaned his own against the cold stone behind him. A shiver shuddered his body and Peter's with it.

"Will you look at me? I hate it when you don't look at me."

Thomas complied, but the expression on his face told Peter it was causing him pain to do so. "Thomas. I am not a wilting flower here, alright? You don't have to look past me to ignore fraying edges."

"But it's been-" Thomas cut himself off then. He didn't know how long it had been. "A while."

"I know. But Thomas, my metabolism doesn't move at three times normal speed. And I've eaten the crisps. And Amaris isn't here. We're alone. Together. You and I. I'm with you, and I'm going to be okay." Peter reached a cold hand out to touch Thomas' cheek. "You won't have to watch me die."

Thoams sighed, and he leaned his head forward to rest against Peter's. "Guess I'm still messed up, hmm?"

"No one could blame you for that."

"Peter..." Thomas pulled his head back, but their faces were still quite close.

"Yeah, Thomas?" Peter looked up at his best friend, his eyes bright.

"I- Nothing. You...you're just close is all."

"We've been close for what I'm assuming has been days."

Thomas gave Peter a look which said he was all too aware of that. There was no room to move in the cell with two bodies in it. They were squashed together and that was that. "It's just...nice, is all."

Peter's eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn't pull back further. "Thomas...your wife is on the other side of the wall." Not to mention Svetlana, who Peter was trying vehemently to deny he loved in his own heart. Peter wasn't so good at denying love...

"And you are right beside me like you always have been and it's driving me fucking mental," Thomas breathed. "And I want to kiss you like you kissed me in the barn and claim the desperate situation as an excuse, but you can't die and I am dead though I do seem to be a little headfucked." Thomas ran his fingers through his hair. "Peter, I just want-"

"Thomas, you're claustrophobic."

"I'm not."

"You're saying this because you're hoping it will take away from the horror of-"

"Peter, I'm not!" Thomas reached out to silence Peter by clapping a hand over his mouth. It was awkward, as Peter was quite close to him. "I just miss this kind of thing."

Peter gave Thomas and incredulous look and then he pulled Thomas' hand away from his face. "You miss fucking up and getting locked in random prison cells?"

"No, you ninny." Thomas shook his head. "I miss going all over the place with you. Getting into mad situations. It's...bringing up old feelings..."

Peter licked his lips and he tried to tell himself Thomas was wrong, but he wasn't. He certainly didn't relish the situation now, but he couldn't help but love the fact that Thomas was who he was here with. He realised that these few days had been the longest stretch of time he had spent with his best friend in probably a year. This man he had once spent every waking moment with had become something else. Still his best friend, certainly. Still the person who understood him better than any other. But he had become a husband to other people. A father to children. A friend to many. He wasn't just Peter's anymore.

Dammit.

Peter reached out then, pulling Thomas towards him. Thomas didn't protest. In fact, he was quite determined in his reciprocation and they kissed-

Thomas wrenched his face away suddenly and without warning, though it was not out of realisation or horror. Peter's head was buzzing and his already dizzy mind was spinning out of control. "Peter! Did you hear something?!" Someone was coming towards them. "Mary?! Svetlana?!" Thomas jumped up then, leaving Peter on the ground, trying to figure out why he had just done what he had done.

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It had taken her a while, but with Mary's help, Svetlana had been able to clear enough of the debris to make a reasonably-sized hole she could get some leverage with. Once that was achieved, she was able to pull down a little more of the ceiling, finally giving them an exit - if a perilous one - they could crawl out of. Luckily for them, even if they fell Svetlana and Mary would both be very difficult to injure. As it was, they made they way up out of the hole without incident, and wasted no time in descending the stairs again to the other side.

"Peter? Thomas?" Svetlana called out, Mary right behind her. Svetlana had the advantage that she could sense Peter's presence, which turned out to be behind a heavy cell door. "How in the hell do they get themselves into these messes?" she muttered, and moved right up to the door. She heard Thomas call out to them then, confirming that he was in there too.

"We're right outside," Mary called back. "Hold on, we'll get this thing open."

Svetlana nodded and took hold of the lock, the metal squealing as she started to twist it.

Peter stood up then, his entire body shaking with cold...among other things.

"Thank Christ!" Thomas hovered by the door, desperate to get to his wife so he could hold her and not be kissing his best friend and effectively fucking up both their lives.

Fuck they were both ridiculously stupid men...

The metal popped, and Svetlana pulled the heavy door open. It protested and whined, and there was certainly no way it would ever get closed again. But it was doubtful anybody here would have a problem with that.

"Thomas!" Mary practically dragged Thomas out of the cramped little cell, not that he needed a lot of encouragement there. "Mmm, it's so good to see you again." Mary held Thomas close, despite the fact that he smelt like men in close quarters.

Svetlana dropped down by Peter's side, and made ready to lift him up should he need it. "Are you all right?" she asked, the worry more than evident in her voice. "Can you stand, are you hurt?"

Thomas wrapped his cold arms around his wife and he exhaled into her hair. "Did you get hurt, Mary? Did any of the rocks hit you?"

Peter shook his head, though he let Svetlana help him. "Just cramped. I'm not hurt. Hungry..." Peter located his bag, lying there on the floor. There was food enough in it for all of them. But they needed to find Lavannah and fast. "We should get out of this basement..." Peter looked sideways at Thomas who was looking at him. Quickly they looked away from each other and Thomas cleared his throat.

Mary looked up at Thomas, and shook her head. "No, I'm fine," she assured him, and gave him a little smile. "When you've been around as long as I have, you've generally learnt to avoid the falling rocks."

As Mary was speaking to Thomas, it was Svetlana who was able to pick up all the glances exchanged between them. She also had the experience of having held Peter and David captive, so she knew what that scenario could be like for two men. "Whatever happened in there," she said with solemnity, "there's no need to be embarrassed. And it's over now. We're okay, and we've got a job to do."

Peter flushed bright pink and Thomas licked his dry lips and he wound his arm around his wife. "Er...yes. Pack." Thomas leaned down then to pick Thomas' bag up and while he was still bent over, Peter's overwhelming honesty got the better of him.

"I'm sorry, Mary! I didn't mean to kiss him!"

Thomas straightened back up, his eyes wide. "Dude! You couldn't have been cool!?"

"You what?" Svetlana raised her eyebrow at both the men, certain she must have misheard somehow.

"Thomas!" Mary's voice was high-pitched in surprise rather than anger, though she gave Thomas a playful whack on the head that didn't really do anything apart from mussing his hair. "Be cool my arse. Why would you have to be cool?"

"Because we have to find Lavannah!" Thomas tried to fix his hair and he gave his wife an apologetic look. "I lost my mind in there... I think we both did. And I need to talk to you about it. After Lavannah is safe. But I love you." Thomas leaned down to kiss her head.

Peter just gave Svetlana a deeply guilty look. "He was talking about nostalgia and...okay I really need to get out of this basement..."

"Let's head up, then," Svetlana said shortly. She turned away and stalked up the stairs without another word.

"Shit," Mary murmured, then she looked up at Thomas again. "Well, I'm not pissed. But I'm glad you want to talk about it." She gave Peter a look that suggested he might want to, as well. "I love you, Thomas. I'm not going to crack it over a crazy prison kiss. Come on though, Sveta's right. Let's get out of here."

"Yeah..." Thomas reached out to help Peter on their way out, but Peter evaded Thomas' grip. Instead of lagging behind with a hangdog expression on his face, he jogged up the stairs as quickly as his weakened body could, and he found Svetlana outside.

"Svetlana! Svetlana, I'm sorry-" Peter started, but he was cut off by a eerie howling sound coming from a nearby well.

Svetlana had been giving Peter a hard, but weakening look, but she spun at the sound of the strange howling. Being a demon, she crept forward a few steps, rather than away, naturally drawn to the creepy and morbid. "Well, that sounds like trouble..." she murmured.

Mary crested the stairs behind them, in time to catch the tail end of things. "What on earth was that?"

"Something down a well," Peter squeaked.

"Oh shit, like that movie!" Thomas didn't look half as creeped out by the ghost in the well as he had been a few moments ago in the cell. It was as if getting out of there made his trauma dissipate. And since he was dead, he wasn't going to have any physical issues. He seemed perfectly fine. He edged forward too, to stand beside Svetlana. "Should we look?"

"Maybe that's what it wants," Svetlana said dubiously. She decided she wasn't mad at Thomas, and reached out to take his hand. "You want to go first, or should we do it together?"

Mary just bit her lip, and shook her head. Boys would be boys, and demons would be demons. She and Peter would just have to be the sensible ones who got them out of it when trouble inevitably ensued. "We don't have a lot of time..."

"Together." Thomas gave Svetlana's hand a squeeze and they edge out to peer over the edge of the well. They didn't have a lot of time, no, but whatever was in the well could be a clue.

"Er...I think the church is that way." Peter pointed for Mary because the others weren't paying attention. Then he pulled a muesli bar out of his bag because he was eating something now.

At the bottom of the well, something stirred.

"Demon," Svetlana spoke up, sensing the presence below once she had a more direct bead on the source. "Heads up!" She braced herself against attack, as a demon would be able to launch itself out of the well with little to no warning. Wings, enhanced speed and strength, the ability to cloak and warp light... all these qualities made demons the perfect creatures to lie in wait to ambush their prey.

"Shit!" Thomas pulled Svetlana then, though no demon rose to attack them. He pulled her towards Peter and Mary who ran towards the church at breakneck speed.

Upon reaching the door, they found it unyielding. "We have to get in here, Lavannah's downstairs!"

"Fucking basements," Thomas growled, and he slammed himself into the door with no result.

"Here, let me handle this." Svetlana gently but firmly took Thomas by the shoulders and moved him aside, then slammed her own supernaturally powerful body into the church door. Thomas may have been built like the incredible Hulk, but he didn't have a demon's strength.

"Svetlana!" Peter darted after her as Svetlana's demonic body shattered the church's door into pieces. "Are you alright?!"

Thomas look Mary's hand and they stepped through the wreckage of the door. The first thing Thomas noticed was that the dark and empty church was colder than even the prison had been. "Fuck me, it's freezing..."

"I'm fine," Svetlana snapped, quickly picking herself up off the ground before Peter could help her. She brushed the shards of wood from her clothes, and flexed the arm that had taken the brunt of the impact.

Mary followed with Thomas, and even dressed for cool conditions, she shivered against the cold. "Yes." Their entrance hadn't been quiet, and if anybody at all were here, their attention would have been drawn. Mary kept on her guard. They were probably going to have company soon enough. "Stay sharp."

Peter pulled his hand back from Svetlana as if she had tried to rip it off. Maybe he would just leave her alone for a little while... Oh god, he hoped she wasn't going to steal his kids again...

Thomas moved to the front of the group, and he edged along the wall with his back to it. They were walking through the main hall, lined with pews. And then, without warning, one of the pews flipped up and slammed into him, breaking several bones. He let out a scream which was cut off as his lungs flattened.

"Jesus!" Peter screamed. And then he had to duck as one of the rotting pews flipped in his direction too.

"Thomas!" Mary rushed forward to pull the pew away from him again. It scraped along the floor, but thankfully she didn't have to move it far. The damn thing was heavy, and she was only a small woman. She knew Thomas would be fine, but she still didn't want him getting hurt.

"Aw, hell," Svetlana muttered, and was lucky to see the pew coming when it was thrown towards her. She braced herself, then smashed it to smithereens with her raised fist. The destruction felt good, and Svetlana smiled dangerously. If there were things and people to be broken here, oh how they would be broken.

Thomas felt his lungs inflate again as soon as the pew was removed. His bones knitted back together and he gripped Mary's hand tightly. "Uuurrggghhh." He pulled himself up and then he moved Mary's head out of the way of more debris. "Find the stairs!" he yelled back at the others.

"Ahead of you!" Peter screamed, and he chanced a glace up at Svetlana. "Be careful!"

Svetlana grabbed a pew herself, and hurled it off in the last direction she'd seen one come from. She knew it wouldn't actually do anything, but it felt good to get some of her own back. It also seemed to piss them off, as that was when two pews flew at her from either side. Svetlana unfolded her wings and launched herself into the air, the two pews colliding where she'd just been standing. She swept up towards the ceiling, then back down towards the stairs. Mary and the others were below, heading in the direction Peter indicated.

Peter crawled forward and then he stood, ready to run down the stairs last. He felt the demon seconds before the thing slammed into him. Peter fell forward into the wall and then the demon grabbed his shirt and pulled him backwards. "Shit!" Peter yelped and he heard Thomas gasp. "No! Find Lavannah!" Peter could deal with demons. One. One demon. Surely...

The demon grabbed Peter by the hair and he spun Peter around. "Why are you here?" He rasped.

Peter wrinkled is face. The demon's breath was rancid and old. His clothes were tattered. He was wearing a black shirt and a...priest's collar.

Oh, shit...

"Run!" Svetlana hissed to Thomas and Mary, and Mary did. She knew Peter could look after himself, and they had to find Lavannah. They could save Peter later, because he was probably going to need saving.

Svetlana, however, had other ideas. She turned back, and kicked a pew spinning up into the air to grab the demon's attention. "Let. Him. Go."

The demon pulled Peter closed to his face, which made him feel like he was going to vomit. "Augh!" Peter turned his head to the side and he breathed in deeply as the demon shook him.

The demon was quite interested in Svetlana. He had never met another like him before. At least not since his mother and he didn't remember her. This woman...this demon. He wanted her. So he did exactly as she asked. He dropped Peter to the ground and he rushed forward, wings unfurled, slamming himself into Svetlana.

"Mother fucker!" Peter picked himself up and then the fight he had inside of him which usually kept itself well hidden, surfaced. He rushed forward, and he grabbed the demon, managing to topple him in surprise. Peter kicked the demon in the side, but then he felt the world blackening as the demon tugged on his soul...

Svetlana grunted as the demon sent her flying. He was old, strong, and she was going to have her work cut out for her to fight him. She brought herself back to her feet, and while Peter distracted him, searched for a weapon. An old candelabrum, covered in wax, was the nearest thing to hand. She grabbed the tarnished metal object, and approached the demon again, wielding the candelabrum like a staff. Then she saw that Peter was blacking out, but if the demon had his soul, he would become even stronger. She would have to attack now, so Svetlana swung the candelabrum straight for the demon's head.

The candelabrum hit the demon in the temple, and it caused him to lose the grip on Peter's soul. The demon stumbled backwards and Peter grabbed Svetlana's hand, pulling her towards the stairs. They were stronger together.

Thomas and Mary had reached the basement, and as Peter had described, it was lined with cells. They had originally been home to the clergy, but now...who knew. "Lavannah?" Thomas called out.

Lavannah was sitting in a corner, her face against her knees, when she heard the familiar voice. "T...Thomas?" Her voice cracked and stuck in her dry throat. "Thomas!?"

"Lavannah!" Mary rushed toward the sound of her voice, which came from one of the small cells. She tried the door, but of course it was locked. "I'm going to need a moment," she told Lavannah, and the rest of the group. She brought a small toolkit out of her pocket then, and knelt down in front of the lock to set to work on it.

Svetlana stood guard at the bottom of the stairs, ready with the candelabrum to impale the demon if he pursued. It wouldn't kill him, but a good impaling would have to slow him down. "Is there anyone else in here?" she called to the others.

Peter could feel the angel as he approached the coffin. That was where he had seen Aurelia in the dream. "In here..."

Thomas left Mary, knowing she could handle the door. He wanted to see the bitch face to face. "Open it."

Peter did, pushing the heavy lid off of the coffin himself. The angel coughed and spluttered and then she looked at them in shock. She was beautiful, though she had clearly been here for some time. She was rail-thin, and pale. Her lips were cracked and bleeding. "Who are you?" She asked weakly.

Mary had the lock click, and she pulled the door of the cell open. The door was obviously old, and the lock worn out. It had been no challenge at all. "Lavannah!" Mary smiled with relief at seeing the girl she still thought of as a daughter, and wrapped her arms around her. "You poor thing, you're freezing..."

Svetlana backed away from the stairs, and towards the coffin. "I'll kill her now," she hissed. "Just say the word, I'll kill her now. Don't let her fuck with you."

Lavannah clung to Mary, shivering and shuddering in her arms. "Mary, we have to get out! They're coming!"

Peter glanced at Svetlana and then back at the angel who was struggling even to get out of the coffin she'd been kept in.

Sibyelle gave Svetlana a terrified look and she fell out of the coffin, shrinking away from her. "Please...no..."

"Aurelia we know wh-"

Sibyelle cut Thomas off. Her eyes widened and she shouted, "Aurelia! Do you know where she is?!"

Peter looked quickly between all three of them, wondering what the hell was going on.

Svetlana swung the candelabrum to point at the angel's chest, and stalked over to her. "She's crawling out of the coffin I damn well put her in," she snarled. "And now I'm going to put her back." She grabbed hold of the angel's soul for a taste, but didn't take all of it. She wanted the boost, but she also wanted Aurelia to feel the pain as Svetlana killed her again.

"We're going," Mary assured Lavannah, and paused only long enough to shrug off her jacket and wrap it around the younger woman, before bursting out of the cell again. "We're about to have company, we have to get out of here!"

Peter glanced at Svetlana as Thomas went to help Mary with Lavannah. This Aurelia thing was too much...

Peter had a second to decide, and in that second, he grabbed the angel's wrist. They could decide what to do with her later. If she was Aurelia, she could be in their custody. If she wasn't... "We're bringing her with us, come on.

The angel didn't fight, but she did look terrified at Svetlana.

"Bollocks," Svetlana muttered. Now Peter was being a twit, and taking away her satisfaction at killing Aurelia. He was really pissing her off right now. Still, she followed him and the others as they started making their exit. At least they'd gotten the person they came for.

The building started to shake as they reached the stairs. Dust fell and settled in their hair, and then debris flew at them from all sides, They could go neither forward nor back. They were trapped in the stairwell which kept them safe from the poltergeistal whirlwind of objects which cut off their escape.

"WHAT NOW?!" Thomas screamed over the deafening noise.

Peter didn't know. And if it weren't for the family riding into the town at that very moment, he may have been stuck trying to figure something out for a very long time.

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Kiss, boys, kiss! (Peter/Thomas, Svetlana, Mary, Ghosts)

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