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gremlinhaus"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."
"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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Date: 2025-06-18 04:53 pm (UTC)If there was anything perhaps more spellbinding than Riley resolved?
"I like it here on the ground with you as well.." he did not want to be a Priest right now, he was just a man and he loved this quirky and fractured man who answered to the same sort of speak he did, who gave he thoughtful things such as a bookcase for his cramped space, who he could see the light slowly coming back within that gaze, another soft kiss before he used is very strong swimmers legs and arms to cajole Liam onto his back, then he was perched on his side looking down at him, his own fingers sliding over pale skin.
"Not that you don't possess walking on air talents, I am sure you do." with the way that at times his heart fluttered when Liam looked at him full of adoration, leaving him to wonder if he was actually worthy of it.
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Date: 2025-06-18 08:39 pm (UTC)Just one night. Liam could not possibly grasp the extent of his own hubris in thinking that would satisfy him, that it wouldn't instead ignite something that would burn through him for the rest of his life, like an underground coal seam caught flame and left to smolder and burn until it burned itself out entirely. But he'd come to that realization and the weight of it later, somehow. One way or another.
Right now he was busier with far more immediately distracting things, with finding himself tumbled down to the bed beside the most absurdly beautiful man that he'd ever met in his life.
His fingers played slowly up Riley's forearm, over bicep and up to his shoulder, the sort of touch that was for the sake of touch alone, soft and unhurried and affectionate. A laugh escaped at that. "I possess many talents., but defying gravity isn't one of them." No wings or halo here. In fact, given that when he did eventually meet his end in this life, he was fully aware he had a pre-booked ticket on the express ride straight down to the depths of hell.
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Date: 2025-06-18 10:49 pm (UTC)"This is alright?" he was checking in, even though they knew what they wanted to do.. he still had to check in to make sure everything was alright. A tip of finger started to stroke the snaking trail going downward though not yet touching intimately.
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Date: 2025-06-19 02:11 am (UTC)The question was unexpected, and the surprise on Liam's face was probably obvious before he realized how far his usual mask had slipped. Something about Riley was disarming, the surety and safety of him perhaps. His stomach caved ticklishly as that finger teased just at the start of that trail of dark hair, and it took him too long to find his voice. So to start with, he nodded.
"Yeah... more than all right. I want you, Riley."
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Date: 2025-06-19 02:23 am (UTC)And so he did exactly that, sliding his fingers through the slightly springed hair, and then finally flesh came in contact with flesh, velvet heat that throbbed deliciously, and his thumb brushed over the flesh cockhead as it was the first thing to graze, he merely touched and did not look down.
Perhaps a part of himself was also listening for the other man's reactions, the heart-quickening.. all of those things that would draw between then like a tight tenuous line of pleasure. Ah, he knew though that the very pads of his fingers were coming back slightly slick from the moisture that lingered against the top slit.