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-"Thank you all for coming one more day to the house of our almighty God the Father. In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. You may go in peace,"- Father Talis concluded with a big smile from ear to ear.
Jayce Talis was a young man who always knew what he wanted to be. -"I want to be a Lamb of God,"- he explained as a child. Nothing or no one could ever change his mind. Until now.
A few months ago, a boy no older than him began attending church. First, he attended Sunday Mass, then he helped out at the convent, and then he began teaching catechism to the little ones.
Jayce was always caught by the magnetism of his person: amber eyes, always well-groomed, a fine figure as if he were cut from Eve's rib. He liked him, platonically, not romantically, as he said.
After Mass, Father Talis would speak with his loved ones, with those seeking shelter, with his faithful. He was always there. Obviously, the presence of those amber eyes couldn't be missed, unconsciously hypnotizing him.
-"Good morning, Father Talis,"- the shorter one spoke, his tone light, an indelible caress. -"Viktor, may God be with you. Do you need anything?"- The father spoke. He enjoyed having the boy respecting him after Mass; it brought him great happiness.
-"Father. I have sinned,"- he said softly, transmitting a stormy cloud to the taller one. His demeanor remained the same. He leaned slightly closer to the other to speak. -"I'm all ears, my son."- A palpable feeling passed through the eldest's body, settling in the middle of his pants. He needed to tell him, he had to.
-"No, Father Talis. I have to tell him privately."-
-"Do you want me to accompany you to the sacristy? If there's no other priest, or if I don't bother you, then clearly."- He said confidently. Jayce felt a slightly palpable superior air in the conversation, but he chose to ignore it. He settled into his place and, with a big smile, nodded. -"Of course, my son, accompany me. You don't bother me at all; you're a faithful friend that God sent me these past few months."- He said between the two of them. Viktor smiled somewhat virtually. -"Do you really think God sent a friend?"- he thought. He laughed to himself.
It didn't take long for them to reach the aforementioned place. Jayce went first to remove his stole and alb. But Viktor impropriety closed and locked the door, hoping the situation would turn out better than he expected.
-"Tell me, son, what do you need to tell me? I'm at your service,"- the priest said as he looked at himself in the worn mirror. Viktor sighed, expelling any insecurity he might have been harboring all the way to the sacristy. -"You look very well, Father."-
The dark-haired man laughed. Was that relevant? And it was relevant for Viktor. Behind that light, there was a sculpted body that was barely visible. His slightly tight black jeans, subjectively clung to his quadriceps and calves, followed by a shirt of the same color, were perfectly tucked in from the bottom up. All he could see were his arms, a work of God if you asked Viktor.
-"My image is irrelevant, my dear son. What sin is stalking you that you need to take care of urgently?"- He spoke worriedly, approaching the other to maintain a simple complicity between the three of them there: him, Viktor, and God.
-"Please, Father, address me formally, we are on friendly terms. You said it, we're friends, aren't we?"- They both laughed, and Viktor took the opportunity to smooth over any rough edges.
-"Father, lately I've felt a completely animal and indecent desire toward a friend. I've even gone so far as to touch myself in that person's name. I'm afraid that God won't forgive me and that the moment I leave, he'll just close the gates of heaven on me. Tell me, what can I do?"- the man with pearly skin explained. His body moved closer, remaining in a criminally different space due to the place where they were. His tone was docile, but laced with a bitterness that was sweet to the other's ears.
Father Talis was surprised by such joy. Who would believe that things like this would be happening to his Viktor? He wasn't one to be prejudiced, but Viktor's image was as divine as a saint, his touch was angelic, and his speech an orchestra from heaven. He shook his head slightly to clear away any thoughts he was having at that moment. -"My son, we are children of Adam and Eve, who sinned out of pure greed. It's normal to feel that animal feeling; it's human nature. God won't close his doors to you for the things you've done. He will listen to you and not judge what you do today. You are light and life; he couldn't do such a thing for a one-night stand."-
Viktor gave a faint smile and tilted his head to the side. He cleared his throat, closing the remaining distance, placing one of his hands on the taller man's chest. -"Oh, Father, what do you say if I've sinned in the name of one of God's servants? Will He forgive me?"- Viktor's eyes widened. They shone with every word, charged with intent. Jayce hesitated, feeling every fiber of his skin shrivel and tense, the scent of the other separating him from his reality, enveloping him in a subtle but forbidden aroma.
-"Viktor, you can't touch me like that."- He raised an eyebrow, subtly moving his hands over the dark-haired man's chest and abdomen, drawing things imperceptible to the eye but palpable in every sensation. -"Father, what would you say if I told you that I think about your name every night? About how I would raise your name?"- He blurted out simply.
Those words completely cut Talis apart. He wanted to speak or refine his words, but he couldn't; he was speechless. Viktor laughed; the image of him now was certainly tender. -"Father Talis, I know you want me. Put aside your blind fidelity to God and enjoy being with me in paradise without leaving Earth."- He spoke skeptically.
The dark-haired man couldn't speak; he felt like words left him speechless. He shook his head and brushed his hair back as he always did. -"Viktor... God keep me in his glory, forgive me, but no... I can't. I made an agreement a few years ago to remain celibate. No, simply no. You're an angel fallen from heaven, you can't say this to me."- He spoke in disbelief.
Viktor rolled his eyes and lightly bit his lip. -"Jayce, Jayce Talis, you desire me, and that's normal. As you said, it's an animal feeling; it's normal to have it, and normal to want to satisfy such a thing. I know that from the day I entered through that great gate, every wall against me, some pagan feeling, fell. Fall for me, do it and you'll have the best feeling God will ever give you."-
The dark-haired man quickly shook his head. Was what he was saying true? It couldn't be, it was unbelievable. -"Viktor... My son, no, that is punishable. Lust is a cardinal sin, it's serious,"- he said, ignoring any feeling he began to feel, or rather, the growing heat in his pants.
-"Shit, Father, I love the way you say my name. I can throw myself at your feet and do crazy things. I'm at your service, I can be your poor servant for life. But you just have to submit, God will forgive you."-
Father Talis hesitated, but not for such a mission, but for his entire life. He was a faithful deer to God, his sense of being hovered within him. He denied all paganism in his life only for and for God, for easy entry into eternal life. He couldn't do it, but he wanted to. Viktor was an otherworldly being, mesmerizing him, stopping his world, and touching every feeling in him. No, he couldn't not do this. God would forgive him, he was sure of it; but his own soul wouldn't forgive him for missing such an opportunity.
Jayce took the hand that hovered over his chest and placed a light kiss. Without another word, he drew the other man toward him with that same hand. Breaking through every barrier, breaking everything with a simple but vast kiss. Their lips collided, a simple movement that quickly unsettled the taller man. Viktor's lips were slightly cold but as necessary as water. A sharp taste of tobacco was felt when their tongues met, but that didn't slow him down at all.
Easily and without hesitation, Viktor removed the father's collar, leaving it on the table. They separated in the imminence, and their eyes connected by divine will; their intentions were clear.
Viktor looked down at the tall man's soft, tanned chest. He licked his lips, preparing for him to shed all his underwear.
-"Viktor, I'm a virgin, I don't know how to do this."- The receiver laughed and continued his actions, slowly unbuttoning the priest's shirt. -"It doesn't matter, Talis. It's an animal, and at the right time, it will be born to you for everything you didn't do in all the years of your decent life."-
The dark-haired man sighed. God finally looked him straight in the eyes. A rustling of a belt made him stagger. His gaze shifted downwards. Viktor was kneeling before him. His cheeks flushed tenderly. What do you think you're doing?
-"Father, you've lived your whole life praising God, praying to Him to have you in His glory, being on His knees countless times. Tell me, don't you want me to praise you like that?"- His tone was confident, but not too loud to the point of being unbearable. It was a caress for his soul, a stormy tranquility. The shorter man continued with his task. He completely undid the priest's belt, lowering his pants and boxers accordingly. With the opponent's member in his face, he spoke again.
-"Father Talis, have mercy on me. I will take you to glory untold by God. I will be your angel."- And without being able to respond, Viktor began his play. He slowly introduced the member into his mouth, making gentle movements at its tip, aided by his tongue. The taller man moaned; he couldn't describe the sensation of the moment. Viktor's hot mouth embraced his insistent member, which was begging for attention. He was in the Eden, or rather, something better. All sensations welled up inside him, feeling full, ecstatic, and wanting more.
He couldn't string words together because of it; his vision was blurry; the only things that came out were indecent moans that begged for more attention. An imperceptible but equally bothersome heat settled in his belly, begging to be released. Jayce couldn't speak; his words didn't come out either. The only thing that could be felt in the room were imperceptible and dubious words, which at the same time were disguised as divine moans for Viktor that only turned him on and invited him to continue.
Without warning to either man, a thick, clear liquid entered Viktor's mouth. Jayce moaned in response, his back arched slightly, and to stay steady, he gripped the table behind him as if his life depended on it. The older of the two laughed and climbed back in, their breaths equal, conflicting, but needing more.
-"Viktor, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have..."- The taller man was silenced with a kiss from the depths of his soul, tastes and sensations merging. Viktor simply turned the situation around, placing himself against the table and sitting on it. Jayce hesitated, but cautiously lowered his hands to the older man's small but desired waist. Their hands fit together like a puzzle piece; his hands were the last thing missing for an immovable clasp.
Jayce held his hands in place, caressing and squeezing lightly. He didn't want to hurt Viktor; he felt like he was made of fine porcelain, and with one wrong move, he would break. The older man couldn't deny how proud he felt at that moment; God's deer was now his.
-"Now do whatever God sees fit you. Take me, kill me with your divinity, or stab me like Judas did with Jesus. But today, you're not leaving without feeling like you're in paradise; you're going to go through an odyssey you'd want to experience again. Engrave my entire body as if it were the word of God. Today I am at your mercy, Father Talis."-
Without much further delay or detour, Father Jayce Talis plunged into the sharpest and most destructive weapon for human beings: passion. He made his way between Viktor's legs, removing his pants and boxers along the way. He carefully kissed and licked his thighs; they were a prize brought to him, the forbidden apple he was going to devour at that moment.
Viktor responded by moaning and panting, begging for more from his faithful father; he was quick to obey all his commands.
With great care, he placed his member at the other's entrance. Once they had consented, they made love to each other. Viktor's interior was narrow, a burning corridor, but not enough to be scorching. The perfect mix for losing himself in his submission and the lack of intimacy of the moment.
He felt like God's eyes were burning into the back of his neck, judging him, speaking of his lack of dignity. He cared little at the moment; he was making his own God his own. Viktor was the perfect blend, yin and yang, the best of both worlds, blending between the two. His perfect figure, meticulously carved. Pearly white skin, showing off small moles in strategic places that seemed purposeful. Fine moans that left much to his imagination, the symphony brought from paradise, to be played just for him in this private meeting by young Father Jayce Talis.
His animal side was born, and he had no clue that it would return to him. Viktor's body suffered rapid thrusts, his hands dancing over her body in search of more as he squeezed her nipples and hips, his mouth playing an important role, marking every unclothed part of her.
He found his breaking point when Viktor moaned his name and came on top of him; he wasted no more time, slamming his member back into her cavity. Viktor felt ecstatic with bliss and warmth; he had fulfilled his mission. Jayce Talis was his too; he was no longer a saint of sole devotion.
-"Shit, Viktor. This charade is over for me. Let me be your holy devotee. I just want to be yours and find myself with you every night. I want you to claim me. You'll be my priority above all else." "You are my new God,"- the tallest man spat helplessly. Viktor nodded gently at everything he said as he sank into the infinite sin decreed since the beginning.
Greed.