Temptation of Sin

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Warnings: This story has the tiniest bit of blood. If you get squicked by blood, don't continue.

Beta: This was converted from an IM RPG, (thus the "choppy" movement to the story. ~gah~), to a slightly more readable format and edited by moi, bestleftexposed. I do try my best, but I ain't perfect, so please forgive any spelling errors/grammer errors.


A/N: "Temptation of Sin" is an original IM RPG one shot. Father Peter is played by bestleftexposed and Azuma Rei is played by triceybabe. We, as always, had fun playing; we hope you enjoy reading it.


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The night was filled with the darkest of shadows as he walked home from his part-time job at social services. Night never usually bothered him, but that night was pierced by a scream that sent chills right through his body. It sounded close. Right around the corner, in fact. He was running. Running down the sidewalk, skidding around the corner. The alley was black but for the tiny security lamp that flickered near the dead end; the red light pooling on the filthy street. He gritted his teeth, afraid of what he was going to find, and walked determinedly toward the large shape just outside the circle of the light. He approached with caution, afraid. The fear making his heart pound in his chest painfully. He bent down. Reaching out slowly. He shouted in alarm when a hand grabbed his wrist. The shape transmorphed into a man. His face so smashed up that it was nearly unrecognizable. "You did this," the hauntingly familiar voice accused him. "You killed me..."

Father Peter Sumner sat up in bed. His voiced denial still echoing in his ears, heart pounding furiously. He ran a hand over his sweat covered face and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He knew sleep would elude him for the rest of the night, as it did every time he had this particular nightmare - of the night he had found his lover murdered in that filthy alley - the week before he quit his job, gave up his name... everything of his former life and joined seminary.

Azuma Rei Stone stood over his latest assignment. The dead bishop stared up at him with a permanent expression of horror as the blood flowed from the smooth slash across his neck. The asian cleaned the blade and placed it back into his sheath. Quickly, he began to drench the bishop with lighter fluid and walked to the window. Coldly, he looked back and flicked a lit match at the priest. He watched the body burst into flames. The alarm began to sound. He listened to the drum of running feet through the hall and escaped out the window as concerned people came in, fleeing into the alley. After taking off his leather gloves, he discarded them in a dumpster.

Peter shrugged into a light coat and headed out for a walk in the cool night air. Walking always seemed to clear his head of the unwanted memories his nightmares seemed to bring forth. He raked a hand through his shaggy dark blond hair. A habit from his prior life he could never seem to break. It was well after midnight and the city had quieted in his sector of town. A bright, full moon was shining in the clear sky above making everything seem luminous in its cool light. He hadn't covered much ground in his slow, contemplative steps when he heard an alarm sound nearby. He quickened his steps, drawn to the possibility of being needed in some way. The sounds of panicking grew louder. And like his nightmare, he felt pulled to what he knew would be a scene of horror. The tall man started to jog and ran smack into something small and solid coming quickly around the corner of a side street. He grunted at the impact.

"Watch-!" the assassin started to say as he took in the man he ran into. The collar stood out instantly. Yet... it didn't seem like it belonged there. A moment of panic went through him before it was replaced with cold resentment. He dusted off his clothes irritably, mentally placing the priest on his list. With one last look, he began walking off. "Watch where you are going..." he said softly. "You never know when a snake might attack." As he stepped away, his jacket fell off his shoulders a bit revealing a tattoo of a spitting cobra. The rest of its body was hidden under his clothes.

The priest was taken completely aback by the venomous words. Concern was replaced by shock. "God go with you," he said automatically as the young man walked away, but not before he caught site of the snake tattoo in the bright moonlight. A small frown pressed down on Peter's lips as he continued on his way toward the flickering of flames and screams from people flooding out of their homes; the frightful man temporarily forgotten.

Two nights later, Rei found himself standing in front of the same church he'd entered two nights previously. As he entered the huge church, he noticed the candles flickering everywhere. Evidently, the fire had been contained to the office; the rest of the church was still open. As he walked down the wide aisle, he ran his hand along the edges of the smooth pews. He took off his jacket and threw it on the first pew and continued walking until he came to the alter. He lit five candles and knelt down as a door opened off to the side. "Forgive me father for I have sinned...," he said softly, making the sign of the cross. "It's been two years since my last confession." He didn't turn to look at the approaching priest as he spoke; instead, choosing to stare at the effigy of Jesus pinned to the cross.

"One usually makes a confession in the confessional, my son," Peter said quietly. "If you'd like to step this way, I would be happy to listen." He gestured to the line of booths off to the side.

Rei allowed himself the luxury of a small smirk before he stood and turned. "Is it necessary, father? Really?" he asked, cocking his head to the side as he looked over the priest with cold calculating eyes.

Peter thought there was something vaguely familiar about the young man standing before him. Peter folded his arms within the wide sleeves of his cassock and smiled with practiced gentleness. "The nature of a confession is private," he said mildly. "It must be done with sincere humility," he added.

Rei walked up to the priest. As he passed by him, his slim fingers trailed across the priest's backside. "Oh, I'm sincere, father. Question is... are you?" he murmured slipping into the booth.

Peter's back stiffened at the touch. He stood silently at the alter for a long minute before following the man into the confessional. He sat rigidly on the hard wood bench for a few seconds, quieting his mind, before sliding the small door that connected the twin booths. "Go ahead, my son. I will hear your confession." Peter felt off kilter. The recent tragedy, the young man... he sent a silent prayer upward that he remain steadfast in his faith. He was here to help those who had lost hope, lost faith, lost their way; Peter was set in his determination to do what he felt was his purpose in life. There was an air of grim hopelessness about the young man, even if he didn't know it for himself. In spite of any misgivings he had, Peter was ready to hear and offer forgiveness.

Rei said a silent prayer and once again made the sign of the cross. "Forgive me, father, for I am a truly evil being. I have taken another's life and will do so again before the night is out," he whispered, pressing his hand against the screen that separated their booths.

Peter closed his eyes tightly, trying to remain calm. Finding it. "Even murder can be forgiven if one is truly repentant, my son." He leaned forward, compelled. "Are you here to mock the faith or are you truly repentant? Tonight... you must immerse yourself in prayer to fight back the demons who drive you to commit such a terrible sin against God." Peter's heart was clenched tightly in his chest, aching for the victim, hurting for the young man behind the screen. "I will pray for you, so that you may be saved."

The assassin's cutting laugh filled the booth with its mockery. "It's not myself that you should be praying for, father. Instead, why don't you pray for yourself. You're going to need it." With that he stepped out of the booth. "Let's see if god will save you," he said as he grabbed his jacket and headed toward the door.

Peter moved quickly out of the booth and ran after the enigmatic young man. "You're the one from a couple nights ago," he stated. "What is it that you want? I can help you!" Peter whispered urgently, never giving a second thought to his own safety.

Speedily, Rei unsheathed his dagger and was pressing the tip against Peter's neck. The tip dug in and he watched as a drip of blood well up. "You see this dagger, father? This is the very dagger I used to kill Bishop Murphy. It's quite a beauty, isn't it? Hand crafted from my own country. I've had it since I was five and made my first kill with it when I was nine. It holds... many sentimental memories..." he said, digging in a bit harder. "I've killed many people with this... and intend to kill many more. After I kill you, of course."

The priest was unmoved, in spite of the sharp pain at his throat. His unshakable faith, even after personal loss, even after hearing the horrifying confession, kept him calm and at peace. "Why did you come here? If you are unwilling to change your ways, why face me here and now? What did you think to hear from me? There is still hope for you, my son. Even if you do kill me, I will forgive you, as our Lord did those many years ago." He touched the hand that held the knife cutting into his flesh. "I will not hate you." He looked down with compassion into cold, hardened eyes and did not flinch away.

"Truthfully father? Your kind makes me sick...," he practically spat out. "Who ever heard of a gay priest? Oh yes, father. I've looked you up. Took some time but I found you. It really is a small world. The son of a well known gangster is gay and now a priest. Your father didn't appreciate that fact at all, did he? And your poor lover. Right in the cross fire. So you hide out here... away from the world. You put on this mask and no one gets close to you. What's worse, father? Killing? Or lying to yourself about who you really are?" He trailed the knife down to the collar as he stared straight into his eyes. In two quick slashes, the collar fell to the ground. "A priest... you are not..." he murmured.

Peter sighed heavily, but his blue eyes were flashing with a hidden fire. "Whomever I was in the past... is in the past. I am not hiding nor in hiding. I gave up my name, my prior life, in honest repentance." He looked down at the once pristine collar on the floor. The pure white was stained with a line of brilliant red. "I have been forgiven," he whispered to himself. He looked back up to the man in front of him. "I ask again, what do you want with me? It's been ten years. Why are you here now?" There was the barest edge to his soft voice.

Reacting to the hint of warning with his own, Rei began popping off the buttons on the priest's robes with his dagger. "You're the only one that can place me here a couple nights ago. I don't like loose ends," he growled. The robe fell open. "Move it, father. I really have no wish to take your life in a church. And don't try anything stupid. I'm faster than you think." He stood behind Peter pressing the dagger against the small of his back. "Let's go, father."

Peter grabbed at his opened robe and held it together in front of him. The priest narrowed his eyes. "That didn't stop you the other night when you murdered Father Murphy," he snapped back. Peter breathed deeply, then, letting the rising anger within him go. He lowered his head and started walking. "Where are we going?" he asked mildly.

Rei smirked at the modesty. "You're right, father. But I don't have to explain my reasoning. We're going to your place, of course," he said almost cheerfully. The smaller man sheathed his dagger. "After you." He bowed mockingly, but the glint of warning was in his eyes.

Peter turned towards his captor. "They're going to wonder where I am. I have my duties this evening. It won't take them long to start looking for me," he warned. "Let me at least leave a note saying I had an emergency and had to leave." He was admittedly buying time, but he was also genuinely concerned for his brothers. He did not want them to come looking for him with his killer still in his house or just leaving. That would endanger them as well. "It won't take long, I promise. What's a few more moments?" He was silently pleading with his eyes, wondering if it was futile against the hardness of a cold-blooded killer.

"Move it, father...," was all he said as he gave the priest a push towards the door. "I'll make it fast. I don't torture my victims. Gruesome mess..." Seeing the pleading look in his eyes, he softened a bit, then nodded in irritation.

"Thank you, my son. May God grant you a small mercy at your time of need," he said mostly out of habit. "There's a notepad on the podium."

At the 'May God grant you a small mercy at your time of need', Rei had to hold back a snort.

Peter walked briskly past the wiry man, movements efficient as always. "I won't run," he promised over his shoulder. He began to quote verses in his head as he walked to the podium. He wasn't afraid of death. And if his death was delivered by the swift stroke of a sharp knife, it was most certainly better than what had befallen Aaron, his beloved. He sensed the shadow of the killer moving gracefully behind him; there was an itch between his shoulder blades, but he ignored it. God would keep him until his time; Peter believed it. He quickly scribbled out a few lines in his small, neat handwriting and handed it over for his captor to see. The man nodded briefly, again, and Peter took it back from his hand to return it to the podium. The priest looked fully into the other man's face and found it to be sinfully beautiful; sharp contrast to the coldness in his eyes. "I'm ready," he sighed.

"I don't see how you can be so blindly devoted to an entity that may not be real," he murmured following close behind as they walked to the priest's flat. "If 'He' truly existed, father, don't you think he would have saved your lover?" he asked genuinely curious. He watched as Peter opened his apartment door and closed it behind him once Rei stepped through.

Peter's heart clenched. 'It's your fault I'm dead...' the dream Aaron whispered in his mind. "God works in mysterious ways," he said softly, trying to keep the pain from his voice. "Without faith, where is hope? Without hope, there is a sense of futility. We all need to believe in something larger than ourselves. Or else life is empty." He stood with his back to the closed door, facing his killer and pitied him. "Do what must be done, and I will be happy. Go on with your life knowing that you are forgiven." He wanted to reach out to the stranger in his home. "Might I know the name of my killer?" he asked.

Anger sparking in his cold eyes, Rei snarled, "What makes you think I need your forgiveness!" He gave the priest a hard shove into the living room. "I don't need such inane things to keep me going, father, and don't look at me like that. I don't need or want your pity!"

Peter grunted as he was shoved roughly into his small living room. "We all need forgiveness whether we acknowledge it or not." He sat down on the couch. "Would you join me?" he asked gesturing to the seat next to him. "Can I get you a soda, coffee?" Peter felt that if he could only keep the man talking, he could reach him. Reach beyond the hard, heartless exterior of the killer into the warm heart of a man he knew must exist beneath it all. "I'm sorry I don't have anything stronger than that." He smiled kindly at the other man.

It just infuriated the assassin more. He longed to just kill him now, but something was holding him back. "How can you offer your killer something to drink?!" he exploded out. "You do this kind of thing often?"

Peter ran a hand through his hair and chuckled. "I don't know. I've never been killed before." He shrugged. "Do you mind if I get something then? I think I need a good robust wine for this occasion... I happened to remember that bottle I got one Christmas." He smiled in fond remembrance. "That was from Mrs. Camden... she's been gone two years now. You may as well join me. Killing people must be thirsty work."

Rei's right eye twitched, and he sat down in the armchair away from the priest. "I hate imbibing on the job," was all he said as he took off his jacket and laid it on the arm. He decided he wasn't in that big of a rush to kill him.

"Suit yourself," Peter said as he rose. "It's just in the kitchen, then," he mentioned as a precaution. "It should be very good by now. Mrs. Camden had impeccable taste, so I'm sure it's very expensive as well." He kept talking into the kitchen so the intruder wouldn't think he'd skipped out the back. "I'm afraid I'll have to drink it from a plastic cup, though. Such a shame." Peter came back with the bottle of wine, a corkscrew and two cafeteria style plastic cups filled with ice. "I hadn't planned on cracking this anytime soon, so it's not cold, of course. One shouldn't drink fine wine over ice in plastic, but desperate measures and all that." He smiled. "I know you said you didn't want any, but I brought an extra in case you changed your mind." The priest was aware he was talking an awfully lot, but he kept his voice even, pitched to sooth. He sat back down and started working on the bottle cork, glancing up at the annoyed man. "I still don't know your name..."

"Please stop with your ceaseless chatting. It's giving me a headache...," Rei muttered massaging his temples. "Don't you know that victims aren't suppose to say much?" He unsheathed his dagger laying it on the coffee table between them. "Are you trying to annoy me?"

Peter said, "of course I'm not trying to annoy you. That would be incredibly stupid." The cork on the bottle popped; Peter smiled broadly and filled both cups halfway. "I hear wine is a good remedy for headache." His eyes twinkled with humor. "I get the feeling you are afraid to tell me your name. I've asked twice and you haven't answered. I feel like I should know the name of my murderer. Or are you afraid that I might pray for you once the deed is done. Of course, having a name is irrelevant." He sipped from his cup. "Ahh! Very, very good!" Peter kept his eyes on his captor, carefully avoiding looking at the wicked looking knife laying so casually on his coffee table. The same knife that had stolen so many lives, according to the dangerously annoyed looking man. Such a waste... and the man so casual about those horrific crimes. Peter sighed.

"I think it's time...," Rei murmured standing up and picking up his dagger. He walked up to the priest and nudged the robe open. "It's a shame, really, father. You have a beautiful body." The blade on his dagger was so sharp that the barest touch cut. He caressed Peter with it, leaving a thin trail of blood as he moved the dagger from collar to navel. Satisfied with the straight line, he started again, this time right under his left nipple and went straight across to under his right nipple. He stepped back to admire his work. The crimson cross stood out vividly on his skin. "Gorgeous..." he whispered.

Peter hissed in pain as the man drew the deadly sharp blade across his bared flesh. He bowed his head, setting the cup aside. "I'm sorry," he said softly.

"Come...," Rei said, voice low; instinct telling him where the bathroom was. He pulled Peter behind him and closed the door, twisting him around to face the full length mirror that hung there. "Look at yourself," he whispered. "See what I see... You're stained, just like me." He stood behind him, reached around and with his thumb, smeared the blood over the lines he just made. "You're so beautiful...," he whispered in awe as he felt his body beginning to respond to the half naked priest.

Peter was going to die tonight. He knew it. Knew it down to his core. The bloody cross carved into his skin burned - hellfire licking his too warm skin. The huskily murmured words in his ears. Sins of the past. "I'm forgiven, as we all are in the end," he whispered. His tormentor's hands on his naked flesh were hot. The look in his eyes were flames. 'Father, take me into your fold,' he thought to himself. His longish hair hiding his own eyes from the vision in the mirror. Yet he did not cry, nor beg. "I'm sorry," he said again.

The killer didn't know what possessed him. Rei barely thought about what he was doing. One second he was behind Peter, the next he was in front of him, trailing his slim fingers along the bloody chest. "Look at yourself, father, and watch..." he murmured, leaning towards him. He had to bite back a moan when his tongue touched the bloodied skin. He ran his tongue along the slash, licking up the traces of blood. Gracefully, he fell upon his knees, dipping his tongue into his navel, gathering the blood that had pooled there. He followed the cut back up to the intersection. Almost viciously, he bit down on his left nipple, before sucking the sweet bud into his mouth.

Peter's eyes widened as he watched the other man trace the bloody cross with his tongue. He gasped, grabbing his shoulders when he ravaged his nipple. "Why...?" he panted out. "Why are you doing this?" The priest was sure the man must be an agent of the great Tempter. Yet as his fingers dug into yielding flesh, his body stirred. Though he had refused his carnal needs, his sinful body remembered to what pleasures it could bring. "Please," he was begging now. "Don't tempt me thus. Just kill this imperfect flesh before I fall into sin."

"Ah... but what a fall it would be," Rei murmured. "You're beautiful, father, so very beautiful..." He cupped his face in his hands. "You shouldn't have hid, father. This is who you are." He brushed bangs off his forehead so he could see into the depths of those blue eyes, his own black eyes sparking with hell's fire. "Father..." he murmured, pulling the resisting head down to his own. He chuckled darkly as Peter's lips pressed closed in an attempt to stave him off. "It's futile, father..."

Peter tightened his hands on the man's shoulders in a vice grip and screwed his eyes closed tightly. "I can't go back," he murmured. "I can't." Breath was hot on his lips, seductive. Like fire caressing his half naked body, the other man was pressed against him tightly. He shook his head in denial. "This is who I am now. Father Peter Sumner. The old me is gone. And he's never coming back. I refuse to succumb," he said with quiet determination, still trying to push the other man away, hoping he hadn't noticed his body's betrayal.

"Really, father? Cause something else is saying yes...," Rei murmured cupping Peter's arousal through his pants. Rei smiled when he felt the bulge twitch in his hand. He looked back up into the agonized eyes above him. "You're like a fallen angel... beautiful, tortured. Pain lurking behind those beautiful eyes of yours, as your feathers keep falling. And then... you notice that you're human... only human. Peter let me in..." he murmured saying his name for the first time. "I can take you to heaven in this last hour."

Pain. Pure emotional pain was a rising tide in the priest's eyes. He gasped at the hand on his groin. "If... if you're going to kill me anyway, please, just do it. Or rape me first. I can't do this. Not in my hour of greatest testing. My body may fail, but my spirit is strong. My soul will soar to the Almighty." He lifted his hand from the man's shoulder and touched his face with shaking fingertips. "Remember that I will forgive you any torments you visit upon my temporal body. You cannot know what it is that you are doing, truly. When the guilt does finally wear away at your soul, even years from now, remember me." Peter was trembling and his knees were giving out. He slowly folded to the floor. His hand, still outstretched, reaching toward the man who now stood over him. It was too much. He was breaking before the predatory man standing in his bathroom. Blood. Peter's blood staining the corners of the man's mouth as it pulled into a grim smile. Peter dropped his arm to his thigh. Blue eyes still held by those dark pools, he couldn't look away.

Looking down at Peter, Rei, too, was overcome. "Peter..." he murmured, unzipping his leather pants. With shaking hands he pulled himself out. And before the priest's eyes, he began slowly stroking himself. Fluid gathered at the tip as he pumped. "Father," he whispered wickedly. He ran his other hand in Peter's hair. Suddenly he jerked his head back, making sure he looked at him. He traced Peter's lips with his cock in agonizingly slow caresses; his precome marking the spots he'd been.

Tears welled in Peter's eyes from the painful jerk of his hair. "Your name... God help me, your name..." His eyes were glazed; he could taste the man on his lips. The cross carved on his chest blazed anew with fiery pain. He felt himself slipping into the abyss. Peter blindly grabbed the man's pants into tightly fisted hands. "You condemn me to the deepest parts of hell," he whispered, closing his eyes against the vision in front of him. The other man's raw lust crackled in the air. "God have mercy on your soul."

Rei let the tip of his cock slip into that hot cavern that had been killing him with soft words all night. A throaty moan escaped the killer's mouth before he could stop himself.

Peter felt the head of the man's cock slip between his parted lips and it was all he could do to not lap at that weeping organ.

Feeling weak, himself, Rei's legs gave out and he sank to his knees, his cock slipping out of that sweet mouth. "It's Azuma Rei. My name is Rei...," he murmured, hesitantly. "Call me Rei." Vulnerability shined brightly in his eyes as he looked at him. "I'm just as doomed, father..."

Peter nearly whimpered as the man sank to his knees, his cock slipping from his mouth. "Rei," he whispered, opening his eyes. "Rei," he said again softly, full of heartbreaking compassion. He held his arms out toward the shaking man. "Aren't we all?" he asked as he gathered him into his embrace. Peter touched Rei's face and tipped it up to look down into dark eyes, all the barriers torn away between them now. Killer and victim. The priest lowered his head, brushing parted lips with a tender kiss. "I'm sorry," he said once more. "Forgive me," he whispered against soft lips, and deepened the kiss.

A moaning sob escaped Rei mouth before he could stop it. "Oh god...," he moaned, kissing back desperately. "You've broken me. How?" he whispered, horrified. "Peter..." He rained tiny kisses over his eyes, chin, nose, mouth. "You're so beautiful...," he whispered again, broken. "I can't..." On his knees he embraced him. He took his dagger from his sheath and threw it at the far wall. It stayed there like a dart to a target board.

The priest exhaled the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding when the knife blade buried into the wall. "You were right. We are the same." He brushed his fingertips over Rei's lips. "I could see it. I didn't want to see, but I still saw the reflection of myself in your eyes, nevertheless." He smiled in self-depreciation. "I was saved once." He stared into his own memories briefly, then shook his head and refocused on the young man clinging desperately to him. "Are you still going to kill me?"

"You know I can't...," Rei murmured huskily. "I can't."

"Then come sit with me in the living room." Peter grimaced against the painful cuts across his chest and abdomen. He rose slowly and offered his hand to the broken man on the floor. "Would you sit and share a drink with me now?" Peter wanted to weep for them both, but he held tightly to the calm exterior he had built over the years.

Rei took the offered hand, his eyes never leaving Peter's. "But I don't want to sit, Peter," he whispered. He stood on tiptoe and whispered in his ear, "I need you to fuck me, father. Please... can you do that for me?" he asked sweetly, as he pressed his body against his.

Breath was sucked from Peter body at the words, his gut contracted. "Rei..." He tangled his fingers in the smaller man's hair, tickling the base of his neck. "God... how can you ask this of me?" His fading erection refilling with blood. He pressed his forehead against the top of the younger man's head. "You are so lovely," he said wistfully.

"Please, Peter?" he asked, toeing his shoes off and allowing his pants to slide off.

"Why are you doing this?" Peter practically moaned. "Are you trying to break me completely?" He opened the door to the bathroom and pulled Rei into the short hall. "Come with me," he ordered calmly. He lead the naked man into his bedroom and gently sat him on the bed. "Am I so far down the path that I can never turn back? The priesthood is my life," he said quietly, hoping for some reassurance, even from an assassin. Pain was etched across his face as he dropped his robes completely and kicked off his own shoes. He stood in his snug black pants before the seated man, his bare chest heaving. He touched the dried blood there almost reverently.

"It still can be...," Rei murmured, raking his eyes over his body appreciatively. "I don't believe 'God', if there is a 'God', can hate you." His mouth went dry at the marks he had cut into Peter. "You're mine...," he growled possessively, kneeling on the bed. He traced the marks with his fingers. "I've marked you; you belong to me."

Peter snorted. "With the sign of the Lord's cross, no less." He smiled, but kindly, and grabbed the hand that was touching him. He bent to kiss each fingertip before pressing a kiss into the palm. "Such lethal hands, stained with countless deaths," Peter breathed, eyes half-lidded. "Finish undressing me," he directed quietly.

The killer slid his hand away from Peter. Clenching and unclenching his fists, he battled with himself. He didn't want to give up control, but at the same time, he needed to relinquish it. He gave the barest nod and fell to his knees. Looking up at him through his lashes, he pulled the snug pants down. Peter's cock sprang from its confines. He licked his lips at the sight. Laying his head against the other man's thigh, he studied it, smelt it, craved it. It was centimeters away from his mouth. Rei glanced back up, his eyes filled with passionate promise, echoing something else not quite definable on his young face. He moved closer and nuzzled his face against the priest's groin, much like a cat against a leg begging for attention. He lapped at the fluid gathering on the tip, tasting him. The salty sweetness went straight to his cock causing him to moan loudly. Rei buried his nose in the heavy balls, inhaling the rich musk ecstatically. He could've stayed like that forever.

The priest groaned deep in his throat. He watched with hooded eyes as Rei freed his erection; watched as the other man wanted it in his mouth, yet did not. "Such a sinful creature." His voice was scratchy with raw need. He ran his fingers through thick black hair. "Take it into your mouth," he intoned, almost ritualistically.

Reacting to the command, Rei took the cock into his mouth finally, moaning as he did so. He continued to sink down until more than half of it was in his mouth, before moving back. Each time he went down, he took more in. He flicked his eyes up, astounded to see Peter staring down at him. He increased the suction, bobbing his head.

Peter wanted to double over with such intense pleasure. He'd been celibate for ten years. Ten long years, faithfully observing the rules of his order. And it was over now. All of those years wasted in one slow slide into such a beautiful mouth. He stared into lust-filled eyes as the assassin bobbed his head all the more vigorously up and down his painfully engorged cock. "Enough," he gasped after only a couple minutes. Those beguiling eyes fluttering closed as Rei pulled off his cock stopping at the head. Peter saw the small smile pull at Rei's already stretched lips; his only warning. The priest clenched his ass against the assault on his sensitive head. Rei's tongue lashing the soft bulb as his mouth maintained an almost painful suction. "I said, 'Enough'!" Peter gritted out and pushed him away. His cock popping out audibly from the killer's smiling lips. He growled low in his throat and bent to assault such a wickedly delicious mouth, tasting himself on swollen lips. He would pay the price for this severe backslide in the future, he knew it. But as he gave himself over to the carnal flesh, at that moment, he didn't care if he was cast into the depths of hell for eternity. Rei had come to kill him and had surely damned his soul instead.

Deepening the kiss, Rei wrapped his arms around Peter's neck, and didn't complain when Peter pulled him to his feet. He fell back onto the bed, Peter following on top of him, never stopping the kiss. Unable to stop himself, his legs fell open, Peter falling between them. The black haired man began to undulate his hips, moving them in a natural rhythm, that only he was in tune to, all the while grinding his cock against the priest's. Rei's kisses turned desperate as he began panting.

Fire was everywhere. Peter felt it lapping at his flesh, searing through bone, licking at his soul. He pulled away from desperately passionate kisses. The fire was glinting in Rei's eyes as well, consuming him. Every inch of the cross carved into his skin a reminder; it too was afire. "Tell me you are repentant of your sins," he panted out. He pressed his hips down involuntarily and hissed with pleasure. "I'm burning up," he gritted out between clenched teeth. "Rei... you should've just killed me." He closed his eyes for a moment and reopened them. He more than wanted to bury himself deep into his tempter's body. He could feel the heat beckon him. "I'm too far gone."

Instead of answering, the killer turned over, getting on his hands and knees. He ground his curvy ass against Peter's arousal.

Peter bowed his head. He reached blindly forward and gripped trim hips tightly; he rubbed his cock along Rei's ass crack. The fire was pooling in his groin, begging for release. "I want to hear how you want it," he said in a low voice. "In what manner will your receive your punishment and my condemnation?"

Frustrated, Rei whimpered when he found he couldn't move. "Father... fuck me... Take me now, take me hard!" he gasped out. "Take me... please. Just like this," he whispered.

The priest exhaled. "So be it," he murmured. "Spread your legs wide, my son." Peter gripped his cock in one hand and spread Rei's lovely ass with the other. He guided himself to that entrance to heaven and hell and drove in without a moment's pause. He cried out; Rei's ass was forced to take the entire length of his forceful intrusion. Peter hunched over the dark haired man's back, wrapping his arms tightly around his trim waist . "Rei...," he sighed. "I'm sorry." He knew he'd more than likely torn him. "Are you ready?" he asked, even as he pulled back to drive in again. The sweet agony of pleasure taking control.

Shuddering violently, Rei slammed himself back on his cock, screaming. "It burns!" he cried out, feeling his torn flesh expand. "... so good... it's hot... burning..." he babbled, moving his body with the thrusts. "Father!" His cock drizzled precome onto the bedspread.

"The fires of hell lick at our unrepentant souls." Peter pounded him hard; no compassionate priest, now, to soften the act. 'I'm fading away with each stroke,' he thought. He screwed his eyes shut, yet they still burned. "Touch yourself, my son," he choked out. He was sweating. His grip on Rei's hips was slipping. Acid spilled down his cheeks in the form of tears. He couldn't hold on anymore. "It's time," he panted out. "Empty yourself, now." He tipped his hips downward ever so slightly and rammed his cock as far up Rei's ass as he could reach. Peter hesitated, shaking from maintaining control.

Rei screamed as the priest drove into him. He gripped the head board when he grazed his prostate with that last thrust. His release shot out so hard it was painful. The assassin whimpered as he continued to come, soaking the bed under him. He found himself unable to stop shivering, and he could feel the burning prick of unshed tears in the back of his eyes. "Peter..." he whispered, choking back a sob.

Peter clenched his teeth hard, he could hear them almost crack with the pressure. Rei's orgasm squeezed and squeezed around him; he was suffocating. He pulled back one last time. When he slammed back in, he echoed Rei's scream of exquisite agony. His seed filled Rei to overflowing. Peter collapsed, then, still encased in the assassin's body. He knew he had to be dead. The fire was gone and ice kissed his flesh now, froze the blood in his veins. 'The church's concept of hell is backwards,' he thought to himself with grim humor. Ice burned far more cruelly than fire. There was movement at his side, he'd felt it... a bit of warmth. He moved towards it, cracking his eyes. Tears blurred his vision. "I can't go back," he said. "It's over." His peace was shattered with this one sinful act. He hadn't been able to resist the temptation. "Oh, God!" he cried softly.

Rei extracted himself, grimacing a bit as he did so. Peter's tortured moans filled his ears but he didn't know what to do. He had never comforted anyone before and no one had ever done so for him; he didn't have anything to go by. He stood up and walked out of the room without looking back. When he came back, he was fully dressed and carrying his resheathed dagger. He sat on the bed next to the prone priest unsure about how to proceed. "This doesn't change anything. I'm still a killer," he murmured, brushing the bangs from Peter's face as he laid there. "The only thing that has changed is that you will continue to live. I-I... don't really know what to say." His eyes reflecting his own personal torment; he bent forward, kissing Peter's forehead with his stained lips. He stood up looking down at him. He tossed the dagger down on the bed in front of the blond haired man. "It's yours...," he said softly. 'I'm yours...' he thought, slipping out into the night.

Peter's tormentor was gone. He was keenly aware of his absence. He laid there unmoving for several long minutes before finally raising himself up on his elbow. Eyes going immediately to the sheathed knife. "Rei..." He reached out. Hesitated. He touched the hilt briefly, pulling away as if it burned. Peter pressed his lips together and gripped the hilt. It did burn. Burned his tormented soul. It meant nothing. The priest sat up and unsheathed the razor sharp blade, staring at the edge winking in the dim light. "How can I continue to live?" he asked the empty room. He brought the blade up to his lips and touched them to the flat of the cold steel. "Rei," he said again. Eyes closed, he resheathed the blade and fell back onto the cushion of the sex-wrecked bed. The musky smell of sex surrounding him, he wondered if he'd ever see the assassin again. Damned as he was, he prayed that he would.


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