Be kind, I'm new at this :P

[baroqueangel]

Title: Confessions
Pairing/Characters: Charley/Johnny
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Smut, bondage, more smut, man loving, swearing, toys, blasphemy…
Words: 3622
Summary: Charley feels unclean so goes to visit his confessor…
A.N: Written for the challenge in vassalord_caps, we had to set a priest on fire so I did. I am so going to Hell. If I wasn’t before I definitely am now. Poor priest >.< I really need to get my Vassalord icons back and I am aware that Charley may be OOC, like I said, I'm new at this fandom. Also, I beta my own work and I really can't read this through again so let me know if there are any mistakes please :-)

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Charley took a deep breath before entering the wooden box that served as a confessional in this small church. He usually waited to confess until he got back to HQ but right now he felt he needed to confess more than ever. He closed the door behind himself, sat on the uncomfortable seat which was probably kept like that as an extra punishment for whatever sin you were admitting to and all the ones you had yet to admit and closed his eyes. He only had to wait a few moments before the partition between him and his confessor was pulled back.

“How can I help you my son?” The warm voice soothed his frayed nerves and steadied him enough to be able to speak.

“Forgive me Father for I have sinned, it has been four weeks since my last confession.”

“Only four weeks? What sins could you have committed in four weeks that makes your voice shake so as you speak?” Charley had thought that he had managed to speak without his voice shaking but obviously he was wrong. He was impressed that this priest had caught the slight tremor though.

“I have had heinous thoughts Father, ones that I almost dare not speak of.” He shivered as one such thought flashed across his mind.

“Have you made these thoughts real?”

“No Father. But I have considered making them real.”

“But you have not yet carried them out? Then your voice should not shake so. Yes, thoughts can also be sinful, but not as much as actions can be. You need not worry for your soul from just thinking things my child. Come, tell me of your thoughts and be released of this burden you imagine upon yourself.” Charley felt so much calmer now than when he had first entered the confessional. He took a few more deep, cleansing breaths before finally putting voice to his sinful thoughts.

“Father, my thoughts have been of a sexual nature.”

“As most thoughts of young men are my son, that is nothing to be shameful of. You sound like a healthy young man, I would be surprised if you didn’t have such thoughts.” Charley could hear the smile in the old priest’s voice and he almost stopped himself from speaking again.

“My thoughts are not as normal as others Father. My thoughts centre around a…man.” He heard the slight intake of breath from the other booth and his face fell slightly. He was used to this reaction from his confessors, that was why he always tried to confess these thoughts to the same people so as not to have more people look down on him.

“This too is normal for some my son. Come tell me what troubles you so, I am here to listen and absolve you of your sins.” Charley smiled just a little. So much for people from small towns being backward in their thinking. He liked this priest already.

“Father, when I sleep I have such dreams. Dreams that I dare not speak aloud.”

“But how can I absolve you if you do not speak of them to me? To tell me only that you dream is not enough my son. All people dream, this is not a sin. To remove the stains you feel you have carved upon your soul with your dreams you must speak of them, acknowledge them and only then can you be freed from your burden and be clean in God’s eyes.” Charley thought that the Father may regret saying that once this was over.

“I don’t know where to start.” He really didn’t, there had been so many dreams the past few weeks that he was at a loss of where to begin.

“The beginning would be good do you not think?”

“Of course Father. My job requires me to travel, to investigate and four weeks ago I set off on one of these trips. I have a…colleague, he works with me to make things move faster and with less complications. His specialist knowledge is useful to me.” Charley paused. He had just lied to a priest during confession, well sort of lied anyway, was there a greater sin than that? Another dream flashed across his mind and he realised that yes, there really was.

“Go on.”

“We share a room to cut down on costs” another lie “this is becoming a problem for me. I have these dreams Father, every night is a new terror as temptation tries to override my senses. I see him come from the shower, only a towel wrapped around his waist, water sliding down his chest. I sometimes feel like I want to…” he paused, unable to continue until a shudder had run its course through his body.

“My child…?”

“Apologies Father. Sometimes I feel like I want to lick the droplets from his skin and taste him.” He had to be brave, he could not be absolved if he did not confess and he needed to be clean because right now he felt so very dirty. “I want bite him, to mark him as mine, to suck on his blood and taste his essence and I want it so badly it hurts. There are times I think he’s walking around in front of me just to get that reaction, just to make me want him. I resist Father, I always do but in my dreams I can’t hold back.

In my dreams Father I jump him. I pin him down to the bed and I rip the towel away to reveal him in all his glory as he was the day God made him. He never resists in my dreams, he smiles and he kisses me and we lose ourselves in each other. His blood is warm in my mouth and his skin vibrates under my touch as he shivers to his very core. He wraps his legs around my waist and I can feel him, hard against my own need. Rubbing against me, causing me to lose my mind. He moves slowly at first, gently, moaning beneath me and ripping moans from my throat in turn but soon he builds up speed until we grind ourselves together to our mutual completion.

I always awaken with his hoarse cry of my name ringing in my ears and covered in my own seed and it makes me feel so dirty every time. But I feel worse when I look over to where he sleeps and wish for just a second that it was real and not just a dream.” Charley stopped speaking, waiting for the priest to say something, anything, to let him know he was absolved for that sin.

“Well my son…” a cough, some heavy breathing, “I absolve you of your sin. Say five Hail Mary’s and perform an act of contrition.”

“That is but one of my many sins Father, will you not hear the rest. They all need absolution.”

“Um…well…” a sigh, the sound of resignation, “go ahead my son, I shall hear the rest.” There was a slight shuffling sound and Charley waited for quiet to continue on with his next sin.

“Some nights Father, my dreams are even less wholesome, some mornings I awaken covered in sweat and my seed and I ache for the dreams to be reality even though they are full of such debased acts. Sometimes I can still feel the rope holding my wrists, locking me to the bed as he has his way with me. I know that he would not mind being tied up but I never thought that it could make me so…unlike myself. Only a week ago Father, my partner purposely allowed himself to be captured so as to gain information about who is leading the…” Charley stopped himself, he couldn’t say too much the investigation was still ongoing.

“Needless to say, he was tied up and when I went in to get him back. The ropes had been so tight that they left marks. Those marks inspired such thoughts in my head and for the next few nights I dreamt of him tied to one of the beds in the room we share. I made the ropes tight, almost to the point of pain. I watched him squirm and pull at the bindings, not really trying to get free but wanting me to think he was. Just the sight of him naked, bound and erect was enough to make me feel so hot.

I could feel my skin burning, wanting his touch, his mouth, his tongue. I quickly wrapped my mouth around his length to silence any noise that may try to escape my throat. I tasted him and I needed more. I licked at the head, piercing the tip to drink as much of his pre-seed as I could. Then I sucked and nipped slightly at the skin taking him to completion and swallowing the fluid, not missing a drop. I wanted to taste him more but I wanted him to feel me too.

The need within me grew to the point of near insanity. I lifted his legs father and I licked at his entrance, I pieced him with tongue and finger, stretching him until I knew he could accommodate me. Slowly I moved up his body with my tongue until I reached the point where I could kiss him and then I tried to take his breath away. I let his tongue into my mouth to taste his own seed as I slowly pushed into his body. He moaned into my mouth and I swallowed each sound. They only pushed me on and soon I was completely enveloped by him.

Father, it made my heart sore so much to know that I was connected with him in such a way. We made love for hours in my dream, I made him release so many times and I released into him, filling him with my essence, marking him more as mine, showing the world that he is my master and he belongs to no other person. Only I am allowed to leave marks upon his flawless skin. I awoke before untying him and my heart ached at the loss, even if the connection was only in my mind.

Father, I have dreamt of this on more than one night but it is not the worst of my night terrors.” Charley stopped when he heard sounds coming from the other booth. “Are you okay Father?” There was a pause and Charley almost stated to move to check on the man.

“I’m fine, I’m fine. Please, continue.” The priest’s voice sounded hoarse and a little breathless but he had said he was fine so Charley continued.

“The other terror, the one that drew me here to you Father was frightening in its intensity. I awoke drenched and sticky, more so than any other night. I was the one bound Father, and even now my conscious mind as well as my unconscious aches for it to happen again.” Charley pushed the images from his mind, at least he tried to, but they would not leave him. They seemed burned into his retinas, forever to be present when he closed his eyes.

“I allow him to bind me, asking him to pull the ropes tightly. I know I can escape anytime, I am strong enough to pull the knot free but I choose not to. I tug slightly on the ropes, testing them and look up when I hear the slight smirk coming from him. He’s standing before me, already naked and I briefly wonder when he had shed his clothes. His length is already erect and my tongue slips out to wet my lips without my telling it to.

He smiles some more and moves to straddle me, I have just enough time to wonder when I became naked before he is brushing my hard erection with his own. I try to reach out before I remember that I am bound and then he is kissing me. There is so much power behind his kiss, his teeth nipping at my lip and drawing blood which we both taste and which only serves to make him more ferocious in his attack on my mouth. His tongue pushes its way into my mouth, not that I try to stop it, and it tastes every inch before he withdraws leaving me breathless and wanting more.

He sits up, taking away all contact between his length and mine and I try to move into him. Father, I make such noises. I beg and I plead and I hate myself for it whether awake or asleep but I can not stop myself. I want him! There is nothing more than that. He teases me, he flicks his tongue over my neck before sucking on my collarbone, biting into my flesh and leaving his mark, claiming me even where there is no need to do so. I am his and will always be.

He licks a trail down my body stopping above my obvious need, looking up at me with slightly lidded eyes, lust ever present within them. He asks me to tell him what I want and I fight the urge to just rip my hands free from the bindings so I can grab his head and just force him to suck on me. Instead I beg, I lower myself completely and beg him to suck me and taste me. I beg him to fuck me!

He smiles a smile Father that nobody should ever see, it is sin itself and I love it. His tongue swirls around the tip of my length, tasting what is already gathered there. I arch off the bed, begging with my body as well as with words and soon his mouth is enveloping me and I lose myself to the feel of his tongue and his teeth and I fuck his mouth until I find my release. I shudder and I shake and he swallows everything I feed him, at least almost everything. He moves back up my body and kisses me again and I taste myself in that kiss, he has saved some of my own seed for me and I drink it up as he swallows my moans and my breath.

Father, I know I should feel sinful and I do but I still want more from him, I want everything he has to be mine and mine alone. As he kisses me his fingers find my entrance and he pushes in. The pain Father, even in my dreams there is pain but even that I like. I like the pain Father and I feel so soiled by it. He moves his fingers within me and I feel myself stretch. It isn’t until he pulls his mouth away from mine that I notice through hazy, lust filled eyes, that he is also preparing himself. He is so agile, so supple that my groin feels hotter than it ever did before as I dream of sinking myself into that flexible body.

He pulls his fingers away and as I moan and whine at the loss, oh Father how I whine, I also hear his voice baring witness to the loss he feels. The sound makes my length jump. I feel something hard pushing at my entrance and I wonder what it is as I know it is not my master. He pushes it in in one fluid motion and I feel it vibrating inside of me, pushing and moving against places that make me squirm and buck.

It drives me to near madness but I manage to hold on Father. That is until he moves above me. He lifts himself up before guiding my straining length to his opening and sitting back, impaling himself in one swift move. I cry out so loudly that I am sure the sound reaches to the lobby of our hotel, both in reality and in the dream because I am under no illusions that I remain silent during these torments Father. Indeed, the look on his face upon awaking is often enough to make me feel as if he knows my every thought and deed while in the dream state.

He moves and it is almost the undoing of me. I see his length jump and strain as he lifts himself up before sliding back down leaning back as he does to adjust the vibrator impaling me until he is satisfied that my breath is hitching enough. He moves slowly at first, torturing me as I pull at the bindings, just wanting to hold him, wanting to grip his hips and thrust into him.

I can not hold out and I rip my hands free knowing there will be burns on my wrist when all this is done but not caring in the least. I grab his hips and I lift him up before dragging him back down. Over and over again, faster and faster, loosening my hold a few times so he can bend and adjust the vibrator some more. Soon we are both breathing fast and heavy, moans and screams filling the air before I feel warmth hit my chest and his body squeezing me, gripping me, wringing from me my own completion. I fill him, lifting him a few more times until my arms give out and he collapses on my chest, leaning down to pull the vibrator from my body.

We lay there Father, like that for a few moments. I wish it were more, I wish that I could hold him there for all eternity but that is when I awaken, covered in the very substance that I thought I had released into him. Panting for breath and aching for his touch.”

Charley stopped speaking and listened for a moment. The priest had been quiet for a while now and Charley couldn’t be sure if that was because he hadn’t wanted to interrupt or if he had scared him away. It wouldn’t be the first time the priest had run away in the middle of his confession. That was another reason he tended to go see the same person every time.

“Is…that…everything…my son?” The Priest sounded breathless and Charley was almost ready to ask if he was okay but stopped when he spoke again. “Do you…want absol…ution now?” The man sounded almost desperate for Charley to say yes but he couldn’t stop now, he had to be clean, he had to confess it all.

“There is another dream father…”

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For the next two hours a queue formed outside the confessional of the small church, most of the people wondering why one person would take so long to confess. When he opened the door suddenly all the people close by turned to see Charley exit, a content smile on his face and a warm sense of peace radiating through his body. He had confessed and had been absolved. All he had to do was say a few extra Hail Mary’s and Our Father’s than he normally did and perform five or six acts of contrition and he would be clean again in the eyes of God. He could rest well that night.

As he left the church building he looked up at clouds and wondered if it would rain thinking that the dry earth could use a good drink. When a hand closed around his wrist he jerked slightly but calmed when he smelled his master’s scent. Trust Johnny to sneak up on him like that.

“You know you shouldn’t do that. I could have hurt you.”

“You could never hurt me Cherry, unless I wanted you to.” Was it Charley’s imagination, or had that sounded like an invitation of some sort?

“Please let go of me master, we are in public.” Johnny’s hand slid slowly over his own and it sent slight shivers up his spine.

“You know Cherry, if you wanted me to tie you up all you had to do was ask.” Charley looked at him in shock.

“H…How much did you hear?” Charley could feel the blood rushing to his cheeks. How much had Johnny heard? How had he heard?

“It’s amazing how good your hearing is when you’re a vampire.” Johnny smirked at him and he didn’t know whether to be annoyed or embarrassed so he settled for horrified instead. “Let’s go back to the hotel, I have some rope we can practice tying knots with.”

Johnny grabbed Charley’s hand and led the shocked man back to where they were staying. Charley had a feeling that in the next few days he would need to visit the confessional again.

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Meanwhile, back in the church, the people waiting to confess were getting worried. The priest hadn’t indicated that he was ready for the next person yet so taking the initiative a young women walked into the public side of the confessional and knocked on the divider.

“Father, are you alright in there?” She could hear noises, panting sounds and a wet slapping noise. “Father?” She leaned in close to the wooden barrier and listened intently.

“Tongue…lick…length…so good…wrap…around…enter…push in…pleasure…so much…ahh.” She heard a bang and a sigh and decided that she could wait for another day to confess. The Father seemed a bit busy today.

Leaving the confessional she pulled the door closed behind her and hurried from the church just in time to see the man that had left the booth before her being dragged by the hand by a rather sexy man with a smirk on his face.

The man being dragged didn’t look like he was resisting very much if the smile was anything to go by. In fact, he looked almost eager.