Forgive Me Father for I Have Sinned
By M. Side
The church was obsolete and dingy, as if it hadn't been used for worship in a good fifty years or more. By the dusty, mahogany benches and the elegant crystal art depictions, you could tell that the church was extremely aesthetic in its prime.
When you walked, your footsteps would click in a way that would make the sound last until you could hear the very faint vibrations fade away. The young blonde man looked lost and helpless as he walked down the aisle. He remembered this church from childhood memories.
But there weren't any collection plates, any clergy up on the podium delivering a moving and inspiring sermon, no pipe organ blasting in the background. It was all a distant and faded memory, a recollection he had heard his father telling him about when he was just a little boy.
"Hello," Draco Malfoy called out, hearing his voice ricochet across the windows and bounce right back to him. His eyes darted around the site and he wasn't sure for it, but he felt that he wasn't the only one inside. "My name is Draco Malfoy," he said, again his voice pouncing on anything to absorb the sound.
Suddenly, a figure, clad in black, stepped out into the very dim light. "Nice name," said he. Draco sank into a bench. That voice. He squinted his eyes and could make out a medium height man that was rather skinny but couldn't see beyond that. "You need help, child,"
Draco stood up and noticed that he was quite a few inches taller then the priest. "I can take care of myself," he eyed the collar that was so tight around the other man's throat. "Why don't you pry somewhere else?"
"I've already become a part of this," said the priest quietly. "Can't quit when I've already started." Draco's hands were folded at the base of his lap. He blinked but remained quiet.
He wanted to ask why, why him, why his life? But it seemed like the priest was reading his mind. "Because I've followed you since you were a young boy. You and I have got something in common, Mr. Malfoy,"
"We do?" Draco couldn't help but asking. What could have ever made two parallel lives similar?
The priest cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck. He stepped into the light and Draco saw him clearly for the first time. "Our lives have been expected to have been perfect but it's sadly so that they have been anything but." At this, the priest started to unbutton Draco's shirt.
Draco helped him with that, and started to undo the priest's pants. The priest brushed him away and then cupped his face in his hands and began to kiss him. Draco moaned into his mouth as his shirt and pants were stripped off, the same for the other man.
The priest ran his fingers along Draco's nipples making Draco squirm. Then Draco pulled off the other man's boxers by the waistband. He bent down lower until he was at eye-level with his genitalia. He ran his mouth over the length of it, making the priest scream out abruptly.
Draco continued this process until the priest reached his release, and stood back up, shaking. The priest growled audibly and entered Draco in one quick thrust. He penetrated deeper and harder as Draco didn't dare protest.
"Oh god," the priest moaned, as he reached his peak and collapsed onto Draco. Draco rolled around and held Harry by his chest and stroked his hair lightly and stared up at the cathedral like ceiling.
He let out a thoughtful hum. "Thanks for listening, Father," he muttered.
"Call me Daddy," Harry replied without missing a beat.