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"Bless me father, for I have sinned," the words tumbled past his lips, ingrained in the well worn pathways of his memory from the years he'd spent in catechism and as an altar boy. Not that Liam was devout anymore -- how could he be, given what he'd become, given what he did and continued to do. The confessional booth was small and dark, light filtering in only dimly through the door and its screen that kept him hidden from the sanctuary beyond and from the priest he assumed would be on the other side.

"It has been... a very long time since my last confession."

What was he doing here? This was ridiculous. He couldn't possibly expect forgiveness and absolution. There had to be true repentance for that, real contrition, and Liam knew he couldn't manage either. He hated what he did, despised every moment of it, but he wouldn't stop. He couldn't stop. The price for disobeying was far too severe, and he would not be the one to pay it. The price for his disobedience and his failure would be paid by his brother, and he couldn't live with that.

So William had made his choice, made it again and again, putting that one life ahead of so many others. And oh he was good at what he did, talented at ruining people, in shattering whatever it was in a human being that kept their souls in place, until they were ready to throw it away. His watcher commended him for it, in a sick and sadistic sort of amusement.

Today's lost soul had been... fuck. It had been hard. She was young, barely nineteen, and her road had already been a hard one. He'd played the game with her for the past few weeks, insinuating darkness and doubt into the cracks of that already-battered soul. Today. Today she'd shattered, and there would be no recovering from it. Another soul for the demon who owned him.

He could feel the panic rising up in his chest, cold and hard and threatening to freeze his lungs so he couldn't draw in enough breath. In the dimness and silence of the confessional, all the carefully constructed walls and facades trembled and fell away. Gone were the easy smiles and quite literal devil-may-care attitude, all the charisma and charm that he relied on in his cursed excuse for a job. It was him and his breathing and the silence and the faceless priest in the chamber beside him. Liam wondered if he could hear the panic in his breathing.

"I... sorry. This was a mistake. I should go. I'm sorry, Father, for wasting your time."

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Liam's hips arched towards that touch, almost infuriating in its gentleness right now, but blissfully so. "I like it so much..." Just one night. Another whisper of that mantra in the silence at the back of his mind. One perfect, beautiful night that he'd cling to as a shield against so much, surely.

His fingers tightened in that soft blond hair before loosening, running through carefully. It took a moment for the question to filter through to his conscious mind, but he nodded. "Nightstand drawer, sweetheart."

It wouldn't be hard to find at least. Though Liam was quite bent on being distracting, leaning up to brush his lips along Riley's jaw, the point of his chin, down his neck. God he'd never wanted someone so purely and thoroughly, like some small still-shining thing at the very center of the shadows that were strangling the hope and light out of him, was pulsing and calling for this, for Riley, like the priest really could save any part of Liam from his own darkness.

A husky chuckle came from Riley's lips, especially when Liam nodded his assent; and so Riley decided to pursue that line while he shifted only a little so that he could open up the drawer; his fingers hit the lube bottle as well as protection. Alright that was excellent though he was temporarly distracted by the way that Liam was kissing against his neck-- he let out a soft little gasp at the touch.

"You are distracting me from my calling, Liam."

He meant the condom and oils, not the fact that he was straying off the path. No, he was not going to think about that at all, and he would not feel guilty about it either; he had resolved himself even as he came back and leaned over the other man, catching mouth to mouth in a searingly hot kiss that held depth within it.

God Riley sounded good that husky chuckle, the gasps and those playful words. The priest shedding his priesthood and letting his guard down was an unfairly sexy state for him. Liam, at the back of his mind, realized that it was something he could very quickly become addicted to.

It was Liam's turn to laugh, just as breathy. "Mmhmm... and I'm not even sorry about it." He was enjoying his distracting quite a bit. He punctuated this with a graze of his teeth against the skin he'd just kissed. His hand wound further down now, dying to touch more, and his fingers sought out the other man's prick deliberately, quite eager to discover what he was getting himself into here, and rather hoping that he could have Riley make more pretty noises for him.

Though it was Liam who was moaning as those lips claimed his own and stole breath from him lungs and thought from his mind.

The falling upon the bed had been a very good idea, for he did not think that he had the knees to do anything that required extending walking, standing, etc. It had been easy to give up sex when it had never really been too much of big-deal for him, but he had never truly met someone that he was so very attracted to like Liam where just the laugh alone had him melting nearly between those legs.

Liam's fingers absolutely wrapped around a long and slender length, not very girth but clearly very streamlined if one was thinking pervertedly about a swimmer's body.

And it was all for Liam. At the very least Liam did not have to worry about the other man deliberating seeking experiences like this out-- it would be treated as a moment in time, precious and treasured. In response to the ministrations, he was attempting to uncap the oil bottle and promptly fumbled, getting some all over Liam's stomach. "Ack!" came the prompt muffled reply, so evidentally you had to look while you were doing things like this?

Liam, in fact, was thinking pervertedly about a swimmer's body at this very moment. One particular swimmer with the prettiest eyes and sweetest smile he'd ever seen and likely would ever find in this world. He let his fingers drag down the length of that prick, palm cupping around the head, quite distracted himself at the moment.

Right until Riley ack'd and he felt the cool puddle of lube one his stomach. He drew back from the kiss just long enough to glance down. Another laugh and he leaned up to catch Riley's mouth with his own, finding it hard not to smile right into the kiss. "How the hell can you be simultaneously devastatingly sexy and fucking adorable?" It was clearly some innate talent that the priest had been given.

Fuck him he was in so much trouble.

This was something special, for some reason Riley could not get it out of his head that this was-- and despite all vows of chastity, a dynamic like this did not materialize just out of the blue; he rested his forehead against Liam's. "Well, that was an accident first of all and secondly I was attempting to uncap it so that I could.. well you know." a scandalized hiss that managed to also catch a laugh, like he was attempting to plea for his very failure.

He rose up then and settled himself on his knees before the other man, spreading a knee lightly. "Alright, let me see if I can remember how to do this." he hummed under his breath before he ran a few fingers through the puddle of oil, and then he brought his hands together in order to rub them in.

Liam just laughed again, the sound low and breathless, but no less delighted for it. His hand lifted to settle against Riley's cheek for a moment, soft and tender and purely affectionate in a way that he'd never had a chance to be with someone else, someone he wanted -- needed -- so fully and purely.

"Mmhmm. So you can fuck me with those gorgeous fingers, so I can have you inside me..." Like he needed so deeply that he thought he might go insane with it.

He shifted his thighs wider apart, smiling as he heard those words. He had some faith in Riley figuring it out.

Did that explicitly dirty talk make the good Father blush? Okay, a little bit-- he had never in his life been talked to like that, but he found that he was not nearly as scandalized and perhaps that was the delight and also perhaps that he felt something more with regards to Liam, his heart absolutely stuttering in his chest.

His fingers did graze against balls, very soft and light and each stroke caused the other man's skin to glisten suggestively, it was like painting.

With the human body. Then his hand found the sweet hole betwween legs and he with a fingertip started to rub against ridged flesh.

Blushing Riley was adorable, and Liam was not at all discouraged from the dirty talk. In fact he might have looked a little too pleased with himself at the moment. One thing that would inevitably come to light was that Liam was far better at saying filthy things that he was at speaking about his actual feelings. Emotions were dangerous things to let a demon catch a glimpse of, and he'd learned quick to bury them down as deep as they could go lest he show a weakness that could be exploited.

Something about his priest though, did something to those carefully crafted defenses, sending them scattering like so many dandelion seeds on the wind.

His breath caught at the gentle touch of those fingers in such intimately sensitive places. "Riley... Please?"

And conversely it was perhaps the opposite for Riley, it was easier for him to speak of feelings then of sexual matters like these, perhaps because he was someone who survived upon feelings-- he did not care much for meaningless experiences but this.. this had meaning, he knew he cared deeply for this man and that? Well that made it okay.

A finger slipped in at the please, still pink but trying to work with assiduous focus. Deep his finger spread into Liam, digit carefully sliding up against walls. He chanced a glance down at Liam, to check in for any sort of discomfort-- or even more importantly making sure that the other man's experience remained pleasurable with no memories coming into play of an earlier point in the evening.

Liam had never been in love, so maybe it wasn't surprising that he didn't have that word to put to this, to what this feeling of being pulled into the priest's aura, straight into the heart of him, wanting to burrow into that warmth and light -- or well, wanting to but being certain that he'd only taint him if he allowed himself to get too close.

One night. That was all it could be. That mantra again, still trying to convince himself, to ignore the pang of loss at the thought.

It was easier to sink into the moment, into the way it felt as Riley's fingers worked him open. His eyes fluttered half shut, lips parting around a soft, encouraging sound. There was no discomfort, and everything about this was so different than Gregory, another universe away from it entirely. The demon was never concerned with Liam's comfort or pleasure -- well except when he wanted to make a point that he could make Liam 'enjoy' it -- only his own, was never careful or gentle with him.

He noticed Riley looking though, and smiled a hazy little smile at him. "It feels good."

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