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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 was quite eager to do just that, to let his tongue slip past Riley's lips, to taste him properly, to learn the heat of that mouth against his own. Oh he wanted to devour him entirely, drink him in like fresh, clear water. This beautiful man who had for some reason looked long enough in his direction to lead them here.

He would consider it a miracle, perhaps, temporary and ephemeral as it was, it was precious, and for a moment -- for a night, even if no longer than that -- it was his.

Another whimper caught in his throat as those fingers pressed deep inside him, as Riley half rocked against him. He broke from those lips with a gasp for breath, eyes hazed in pleasure and lust and love so startling and strong it was going to shatter him to pieces. "I need you now, Riley."

This was carnal, but it was also connection, and he could tell that Liam was ready for him; it was in the huffed breath of his voice as it came out, it was a combination of everything that was to be longed for this world. Perhaps he should not have romanticized this moment, perhaps it was folly to do so and it would only to lead in heartbreak later.

But he did.

Slowly he slipped those slender tender fingers underneath Liam's knees and then lifted him up only a little bite and then he was between those thighs and with a guiding shift til his stiff cock touched the place where he'd prepared so lovingly. Then he started to slide himself into the oil spread hole, careful even as he moved one leg to wrap around his hips, to settle there. And as he moved deeper within, he moved closer against Liam as he pressed a kiss against that mouth where the 'I need you' had come so plaintively from.

Riley was not the only one sinking into the emotion and romanticism of the moment, of how he felt like he was falling entirely for this man. If he allowed himself to forget that constant awareness of how tainted and beyond redemption his soul was, he could almost believe that this -- this warmth and tenderness, this beautiful man with that kind voice and fathomless eyes -- could save him from this. From himself. But hope like that was a dangerous thing.

He couldn't let his mind wander that path right now. He wanted this night and everything about it or what it was. And it was perfect.

Liam had never felt like this, had never been touched this way. His breath caught on a startled sound as Riley's cock pressed at his hole and his body yielded around the invasion, welcoming him inside as if he'd been waiting for him his entire life. He let his leg hook around Riley's hip, leaning up to meet those lips, to kiss him soft and sweet and wanting.

His mouth pressed to Liam's, tongue seeking and searching with such liquid need while he pushed in, nearly melting into the other man though there was that hardness that prevented him from doing that entirely. But he would melt, he would melt deep inside this man and then perhaps reform into a thought that could not be perished.

He had been there, marks of himself that could not be erased; likely the demon would sense it.

But that was thoughts for later, wasn't it?

He finally hilted himself until his pelvic bone touched Liam's, steading himself there while he drank of that mouth like it was but a cooling draught that would surely quench his thirst-- he idd not need air when he had the other man's breath to sustain him.

Was this what it was like, Liam wondered, to have someone make love to him rather than just fuck him? To have the physical act be entwined inextricably with emotions and warmth? It stole all of Liam's breath from his lungs, so all he could do was moan softly to Riley's lips as he felt the other man hilt fully inside him.

His fingers slipped into Riley's hair, holding securely as he met that kiss, eager to give the other man whatever he was seeking, to give Riley all of him -- or well, at least all that was left after everything that had been taken and bargained away.. It was the first time he was truly choosing this, to give himself away. It should have been terrifying, perhaps, but something about his priest was safe and warm.

"Baby... there you are... you feel so good..."

And this was lovemaking, it managed to be tender as well as hot (due to the rather illicit nature of it, forbidden and secret) and Riley could feel heat engulf him as he hilted, the breathless quality of his lover.. the feel of cock pressed tightly against his abdomen, hard and likely dripping.

Oh he was in love, he realized that in nearly a blinding flash as he looked into those beautiful eyes and saw something so tender; he rolled into Liam as he created a rhythem of sweetness, it was as smooth and as effortless-- no give whatsoever, just touching acceptance of him.

He reached between them, his arm propped up while his palm caught prick and then he was stroking in time with each surge of his body, intent on driving Liam to climax through whatever means. "You feel good too, very very.." his voice bore the hint of husky as if he was within a cloister and perhaps he was worshiping the sacred spot within Liam.

A benediction and a prayer, something that felt far more holy then any Mass could feel; he buried his face against that neck while he placed kisses against the distracting curve of neck.

Liam looked up at Riley like the other man was some revelation, some glimpse at a paradise that he never expected to see. And here it was, looking down at him in a way that Liam was certain that no one had ever looked at him, was certain that he did not even remotely deserve. But deserve or not, he had it and he let himself take it in fully.

His back arched as that hand wrapped around his prick, and his lips parted around a breath entirely too overcome to even manage sound, a silent moan, his own unspoken amen to that prayer that Riley was making of this. Of him.

His hands ran up the priest's back, up to sink into his hair as Riley hid his face against his neck. The leg hooked around the other man's hip tightened, moving with him, urging him on as they found a rhythm of each other's body.

There was enough of a give but also just enough pressure to make the squeeze feel real, to divest him of all thought. Riley had nearly fallen into those blown-wide eyes, but he did not worry about falling.. not really. His mouth parted against skin and he pressed kisses to the shadow of neck while he rose and fell like the tide deep into Liam.

It felt powerful and unstoppable, and he let out a soft almost heated moan against skin so that it would beat in that huffed thrumming.

They were one now, he could not feel where he ended and the other man began; this was a union and he was powerless against its rush-- powerless to stop his own dizzying breath from coming out stattaco, playing a melody of love unspoken against flesh.

Sex had never felt like this. Nothing had ever felt like this. Liam was so swept up he couldn't sort out where Riley ended and he began either, and he didn't want to. Maybe they'd never truly disentangle themselves after this night; maybe their souls would be tied into knots that could not be untied.

Each movement, reach roll of those hips that buried Riley deep inside him over and over, each matching stroke of that hand at his own arousal, it built something irresistible and heated in him, pleasure rising and rising until he knew it would overflow and there was nothing he could do about it.

And still, even as he heard the other man moan against his neck, even as he knew that Riley was chasing his own pleasure too, the other man touched him so tenderly, like some worthwhile thing, some precious thing. Oh falling in love was such a terrible idea. He'd only ruin Riley, but the emotions were there, and they filled pleasure-hazed eyes with the faint sheen of tears. "Riley... you're... I'm..." His arms wrapped around the other man tightly clinging to him as he tumbled into his release, like that leap from the ocean cliffs that he'd contemplated time and again, except the sea he landed in and was swept out was pleasure and warmth and Riley, and Liam didn't ever want to surface.

What a beautifully poetic sentiment, but honestly Riley felt it as well-- felt everything that welled up within as if it was pulsating through him in a blindingly hot light. To be tied to someone, this was what it was like? Riley was assiduous and very careful to make sure that his lover enjoyed this, that he was better than whatever atrocities he was forced to face by the hands of his..

Whatever he was.

It was a terrible idea but he had no choice in the falling. Especially with Liam looking at him with such warmth in those eyes, hazy and somewhat drugged but he could tell the other man was happy. He quickened his pace and then he was pumping deeply inside, hitting that spot over and over again while he pressed kisses to those locks of dark hair, kissing with such fervor while he trembled deep within.

"It is alright.. to let go, I will.. catch you." he promised.

Liam was still holding to Riley like he would be lost to the undertow if he let go even an instant. Maybe he would in this moment; all his defenses had been fully felled by the sweetness and tenderness in Riley's hands and lips and that pull he felt towards the other man.

A startled cry, prayer in its purest form though it was not to a god so much as to this angel of a man fucking him, and then those words. Liam was defenseless against it. That was it for him as he came, spilling over those clever fingers, making a mess of the both of them as he streaked his stomach and Riley's both with his seed.

He was trembling in the wake of his release, still clinging, still holding.

That was the catalyst to his own orgasm, and how it felled him. He felt those walls tighten against him and then there was the heat of seed as it splattered against his stomach; he was caught by surprised though perhaps he should not have been; this was to be an expected. But it was also elation too that he had caused the other man to come undone underneath him.

Pushing in, first once and then twice.. finally a third time before he came; filling the other man with seed and his own orgasm powering through him, it was the sort of trembling that was like a cataclysm, a natural disaster as it enacted itself right upon both their bodies.

And then he closed the distance until he was resting atop Liam, pressing soft kisses against his forehead to sooth him in the shadows of their climax.

Liam was shattered by it, by the pleasure in his release, vision gone blinding white as if his senses were too overwhelmed to handle sight for the moment with all the other physical sensations watching over him. But he still held close to riley, something in his body going lax as the priest settled atop him, the weight of him warm and comfortable and oh so perfect. He loved this man, and he had no right to love him. He wanted Riley and knew he'd only ruin him.

But for the moment at least, he let his eyes fall shut as those lips left those blessings against his forehead. His hands ran slowly up the other man's back, over sweat-damp skin.

"That's... I didn't know it could be like that. Could feel like that..." It never had before. Nothing about this bore a shred of resemblance to the sex that Liam had known previously, and it had undone him to the core, heart and body and soul.

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