Shadow Preachers
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Rating: Explicit
This was the last way Essek ever imagined coming back from his sebatical. Worse, possibly, than any other of his imagined returns. "Essek?" Caleb asked, his blue eyes wide behind his reading glasses, behind him stood a man he had never met before. Tiefling, lavender hued and dressed in what was unmistakably one of Caleb's cable knit sweaters. The red one. "Hello," Essek said stiffly, his hair plastered uncomfortably against the side of his temples. He had never felt so disgraced. "May I please come in?"
Here is the second chapter ;)












