A/N: My first story for the LJ communtiy, "42_souls" for Soul Eater. Finally got this outta the way!!! XD Anywho, here's some more Justin & Giriko goodness, set in Justin's POV. It gets a bit saucy, so be forewarned!!!

...and I don't own Soul Eater: copywritten to Ohkubo Atsushi, Square Enix, Bones, and others!!!

Hungry for Sin

"Well, if this isn't a surprising place to find a priest, then I don't know what is." The sarcastic tone echoed throughout the gothic arches of the cathedral, loud enough to pierce through the bass line of the young man's headphones.

Justin Law flashed his eyes open, interrupted in prayer at the altar. He was in this small Italian village to take a rest from his current mission: tracking down the Kishin. The old cathedral at the foot of the mountain was so appealing, so peaceful, and he figured that one day for prayer would be forgiven, as long as he continued his search. But he forgot about Shibusen's other threat: Arachnophobia.

The owner of the voice chuckled and stepped slowly down the aisle towards the altar, his footsteps louder than his voice. "To think that a death scythe would let his guard down like this," he said, inching closer to the young priest. He clicked his tongue in a scolding manner, but kept the playfulness in his voice. "I expected better from a shitty Father like you."

Justin spun on his heel, facing the heretic with his bladed arm held across his chest. He smirked at his familiar opponent. "You should really watch your tongue in such a sacred place."

Giriko rolled his eyes, stepping further into the setting sun's reflection of the stained glass window on the floor. "Don't give me that shit, priest. Do I look like I give a fuck about religion?"

Justin kept himself armed, prepared for any quick moves. It was true, though; he had let his guard down. Being in such an environment eased his mind, cleared his head of the stresses of a death scythe, but he never expected his state of relaxation to put him in such a predicament.

"Regardless, please show some respect and behave yourself," Justin answered, narrowing his eyes at the demon weapon.

Giriko creased his brow, yet retained his devilish smirk, giving him a look of feral madness. "Behave myself, eh?" He snickered under his breath and leapt up to altar, coming face to face with Justin, breathing down his collar. "I have no intention of behaving myself, Father."

His tone was mixed with mischief and carnage, and his eyes were thin with an insane desire unknown to Justin.

Justin's heart skipped a beat, his face flushed red, and his foot slipped off one of the altar steps, sending him tumbling to the ground, his spine colliding with the stone steps below. He let out a yelp of pain, arching his back from the hit.

Squatting between the priest's legs, Giriko tilted his head, bringing his face close to Justin's once more, but more confusion on his expression this time. "You're a funny guy, priest," he said, his chains emerging and humming softly along his body.

Justin gasped, his eyes growing wide and fearful.

Giriko chuckled, amused. "What? You've seen these chains before. Why so scared this time?" he said, looping his chains around Justin's neck, pulling him up closer. The smirk on his face grew wider, his face filling with excitement.

"You…you're going to kill me, aren't you?" Justin choked on his words, nervous and frightened in his current state. With his blade retracted, his nerves left him unarmed.

The chains tightened around his neck, and Justin squinted from the pain, resulting in more amused laughter from the heretic. "There's no telling what I'm gonna do, priest." His voice was low, hungry.

With one light pull on the chain, Justin's body was flipped around; he whimpered in pain as his fresh bruises were harshly pressed against Giriko's firm chest.

Giriko pulled him in tightly, snickering lightly over the helpless yelps of the young man. "I thought a death scythe like you would put up more of a fight," he said, his hands lightly groping Justin's thighs, trailing upwards.

A gasp escaped from Justin's lips, his eyes darting downwards at the heretic's rough hands traversed over the light fabric of his own pants. His breathing grew heavy, became irregular; his heart was racing with fear and anxiety. This man, an enemy of his, had Justin in his grasp, and the priest feared for his own safety.

Giriko only continued to giggle, brushing his lips over the soft skin of Justin's ear. "Come on, priest. I'm waiting for you to attack. This is gonna get boring if you don't do something soon."

Unfortunately, that was Justin's very problem: his body was completely drained of energy, and he was unable to even think straight. He opened his mouth to respond, but nothing could come out except stale gasps.

Giriko's hands lightly trailed up underneath Justin's clothes and slipped into his pants, touching his bare skin. His fingers were frighteningly cold, skimming lower to their inevitable destination and grabbing hold.

"Ah," Justin whimpered, his legs loosing strength once again.

Lightly humming across Justin's body, the chains tightened their hold on the priest, keeping him in his stance. "Surprised?"

Justin bit down on his lip as Giriko's rough, cold hands played between his legs. It was a firm touch, unknown to Justin's virginal body. His mind was racing with the thoughts of what could happen next, of what the townspeople would say had they caught this scandalous act. Tearing up, he could only think of what Shinigami-sama would say and started to fear his own demotion.

"Please…stop," he pleaded, his voice choking up with regret and pain.

A shiver raced up Justin's spine as Giriko gripped tightly in rejection. "The fun's just beginning, priest." He pulled his hands roughly from the confines of Justin's pants and spun his small body around, pressing his nose to Justin's. "You look terrified."

Justin's body shook. Indeed, he was terrified. These sinful actions were unforgivable, especially in such a setting and he feared the thought of further events.

An insane grin spread across Giriko's face as he unlatched the priest from the chains, pushing him to the ground.

The impact to the ground sent a piercing scream from Justin's mouth, echoing harshly through the cathedral. His back was surely bruised, worse now than before, and Justin squirmed on the ground, in utter pain.

"Really, is it that bad?" Giriko stared hungrily at the young death scythe, lowering his body down and ripping off the priest-like vestments from Justin's torso.

It was over, Justin thought to himself. His life would end in a horrifying display of pleasurable sins. He lay there, half-naked, with a man filled with insane and evil whims, all desperate to desecrate this young man. Tears streamed from the corners of his eyes, his body quivering from the brush of Giriko's clothes over his skin.

Giriko's breath was heavy and hot against Justin's neck, slipping downwards across his chest, his stomach, and right below his navel. Lightly, he placed his lips to Justin's supple skin. "You're quite the sight, priest," he whispered mischievously, before licking Justin's skin callously.

Crying out, Justin arched his back into the touch of Giriko's tongue. His body was reacting against his mind, enjoying this bit of pleasure; but Justin knew it was wrong. Despite how good it felt, despite how he begged for more internally, this was immoral.

Giriko kept lapping up the area below Justin's navel, teasing the part that lied just below which, was ready for its own turn. Chuckling, Giriko glanced up. "You're getting excited."

Tilting his head up, Justin met Giriko's glance, his face growing hot from embarrassment. "I…no, I'm not." His voice was wavering over his harsh breathing.

Inch by inch, Giriko crawled up to Justin's face, snickering menacingly. "Your body says otherwise, priest," he said, cupping his hand over Justin's pants.

Justin shut his eyes tight, protesting against his own enjoyment, but it wasn't long before Giriko's touch was completely removed from Justin's body. "Get off the Father," voices cried inside the church.

Opening his eyes slowly, Justin spotted a pitchfork pressed against Giriko's neck, scarcely piercing his skin. A trail of blood dripped from the edge of the tool and down into Giriko's shirt. Glancing around, he found the cathedral full of the local villagers, disgusted at the sight. He felt his face become wet, unaware of fresh tears spilling from his eyes.

Village women ran to Justin, draping blankets and sheets over his body, shielding him from further sins. They, too, were crying, clinging to Justin and whispering prayers in his ear.

Giriko stood, smirking at the hostile villagers. "Just came in to pray, good people. But it seems my practices have offended." He spun around, walking out of the cathedral. "I'm not finished with you, Father…know that."

Justin stared as Giriko left the building, his face blank from the previous shock. His broad frame soon disappeared into the twilight of the wilderness. Cries and chatters surrounded Justin, but he closed off his attention, facing forward, thinking only of what could have happened next.

So? You likey? You no likey? Please review: it'd be much appreciated!!! Thanks for reading!

~Erbby