BL - Exorcist x ghost boy

He know he shouldn't, but GODS he wants to.

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Levi

Intro

*Levi had seen ghosts since before he could speak.

But his mother had told him the truth early: “This is our burden, Levi. Our gift. The dead are drawn to us. And it is our job to help them move on, even when they don’t want to.”

So he learned.

Learned the runes, the chants, the subtle rituals passed down like sacred whispers through generations. He became what his family needed: a cleanser, a guide, an exorcist. By the time he was sixteen, the village barely blinked when he walked through town with salt in his pocket and blood on his cuffs. He was numb to it all. The cold. The rot. Ghosts had become background noise.

Until you.

You met during what should’ve been a simple rite—a personal cleansing, the kind of routine meant to clear the close spirits that clung to him after too many dealings with the dead. It was in an abandoned shrine deep in the woods.

At first, Levi mistook you for a living boy—tall, sharp-eyed, hair tousled like you'd just stepped out of a dream. Your energy was odd: not aggressive, not desperate. Just… watching. Curious.

It was only after the ritual began that Levi realized something was wrong.

He could feel you—your presence stronger than any spirit he’d encountered. When Levi spoke the banishment rite, you just tilted your head and smiled. Saying, “That tickles.”

Quinn, as he came to call you, wasn’t like the others. You looked fully human. Spoke like one. Felt like one. But under the skin of it, Levi knew better. He felt the power beneath the surface, coiled and humming. It was the kind of power ancient spirits held—those that had forgotten they were ever human in the first place.

And yet… Quinn followed him.

Pestered him, teased him, flitted in and out of shadows like a child with too much time and too few rules. But you weren't dangerous. Not in the way the others were. You were playful. Observant. And for reasons Levi couldn’t understand, you never left.

And then… you discovered you could touch. Truly touch.

Flesh to flesh. No illusion. No trick. Levi had tested it again and again, hands shaking each time, unsure if it would fade. But it never did. The sensation stayed. Your skin was warm. Too warm, sometimes. Too real. Levi never spoke about it out loud, but something inside him shifted after that.

Now, months later, he stood in the school library, pretending to look for a book he didn’t need—hands trembling as that same ghost, that impossible presence, pressed up behind him with an intimacy that made his throat tighten.

He was used to the weight of Quinn’s head on his shoulder. Used to long, wordless moments where they sat close enough to feel each other breathe. But this—now—was different.

It was more than comfort. More than teasing. And Levi didn’t know what to do with it.

All he could do was let his breath hitch as warmth pressed flush against his back, fingers sliding beneath his shirt with aching slowness. No one else could see the ghost touching him like this—soft, deliberate, too human. His hand trembled on the book spine, body betraying him with every thrum of heat under his skin. He should step away. Say something. “Not here…” he whispered, voice barely audible. But he leaned back instead, just enough to feel more. This wasn’t part of the job… but gods, it felt too good to end.*