This idea came out of nowhere, (well, not really, but y'know), and I just had to put it down. o:

A lot of the stuff in this story might be offensive to some people out there. So if you're not down for it, just don't read. Please. I don't want to offend anyone. If it's of any comfort, I too, embrace Catholic values. Doesn't mean I can't write/read whatever I want, though! :D haha~

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Onwards! I disclaim!

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Winter had just begun, and the air outside was bitter.

There was hardly any meaning in still breathing, but Sasuke Uchiha figured that if he fell over dead then, he wouldn't be able to smoke his next cigarette.

He lit his next hit, his thin, black sweater soaked from the heavy rain that showered mercilessly at the emptied streets. Pale, frigid skin contrasted against the blackened night, leaving the complexion of the boy that stood next to him quite colored in comparison. Thin, eager lips puffed at his cancerous addiction, impatient for whatever high he could attain from his current fix.

"You know, Uchiha, if you keep smoking every fucking drug you find, you'll end up like a dried up piece of shit," the drenched brunette stated flatly, taking a drink from the bottle he'd been holding in his hand, "Then I'd have to take the time to piss on your grave."

A sharp glare, and a hard inhale of cocaine. Sasuke hardly cared for much that wasn't his next rig. Black locks dripped rivers, ruining his trademarked hair enough for him to become annoyed. Peeved, he took his last hit, turning to the boy who was currently downing an entire bottle of whiskey in a very graceless way.

"Let's get the fuck out of here, Inuzaka" the fair-skinned man demanded, dropping the butt of his smoked out cig on the floor, "I need the fifty."

Grinning, the older of the two led the way out of the abandoned plaza, shattering the empty bottle of alcohol noisily on the cement. It was difficult enough for him to escape the stifled tyranny of his soon-to-be-fiance, so Kiba was inwardly relieved that the Uchiha decided to give it up easily for him that night. Even if the lay would cost him a solid fifty bucks. Sasuke never failed to make it worth the pay, anyway.

"Your car?" Sasuke asked, his voice barely audible from the relentless pouring of the rain splattering from above, "Or the back?"

Responding only with a boastful laugh, Kiba unlocked the doors of his convertible GT, earning a pissed glare from the other. That bastard only got lucky now and then because no one else in that sad excuse for a city had good quality fixes on a daily basis like Kiba did.

Sasuke reluctantly took his seat in the leathered car, his teeth quietly chattering from the deathly cold he barely began to register throughout his frozen, saturated body. When the drug was good, the addicting warmth of it would cause you not to feel, not to think, not to truly live. The drug was warmth itself, the epitome of relief.

"Fuck that shit, it's getting boring," Kiba declared, popping a fresh cigarette in his mouth as the other man stared almost longingly from the other seat, "Think of something that's actually worth giving you my hard-earned money."

Black brows furrowed, annoyed at the arrogance of the other. He sincerely wished he could just keep his pride and get the hell out of there, but Sasuke very well knew that he needed that fifty for his next cut of crystal. Kiba had sworn to whatever fucking 'God' there was that he'd never sell the stuff, causing Sasuke to travel a 20 mile trip every week to some pervert's house just for a small cut of the precious crank.

"I don't have the money to lavish up your worthless, low-paid ass," Sauske retorted, searching into his drenched side pockets for any signs of a forgotten cigarette. He was very much stoned, but he wanted to assure that the effect would stay for as long as possible, "Hurry up before I change my mind."

"Low-paid?" Kiba laughed, smacking the steering wheel in utter bemusement, "How do you think I can afford this baby of a car? My girlfriend's the best fucking doctor around, motherfucker."

Sasuke crossed his arms, feeling nothing but the tearing need to punch the conceit out of the other's sneering face, "And you? All you do is bandage dying dogs that you find lying around on the corners of fucked-up streets," a conniving smirk crossed luscious, pallid lips, "You're just a leech. A dog-fucking leech."

Sasuke took a brief glance towards the other seat, meeting eyes with a very enraged brunett. Hitting the sensitive spot always worked. Kiba hated being told that he depended heavily on the girlfriend he always cheated the shit out of. Which didn't make much sense, considering that when it came down to it, the Hyugga girl really did have a much larger salary than all of Kiba's life savings put together. It was endlessly amusing that he was in so much denial.

Kiba Inuzaka was most definitely financially dependant on his bashful, mute girlfriend.

"I'm not letting that one slide, Uchiha," the dog-lover hissed, starting the engine of his (very) expensive GT, "I'll fuck you into the ground."

A triumphant grin marked Sasuke's overly-handsome features, not bothering with his seatbelt as Kiba raced out of the abandoned parking lot. He didn't necessarily mind that Kiba promised to fuck him into the ground. As long as his ass stung with dignified, justified pain the next day, and he had his crystal by the end of the week, he couldn't imagine the mere possibility of a better outcome.

The perpetual sensation of being near death everyday. It was better than sex in every way.

Some loud blaring of screamo music resonated from within the car as they sped to a destination that only Kiba knew of, causing a very high Sasuke to feel incredibly alive. His skin warmed, his lips parted, the rush of the priceless high spinning his head into an addicting, never-ending vertigo. A light chuckle escaped him. The world was currently Perfect.

He was drowning in a sea of liquor, washed up on a beach made of cocaine. The sky was made of LSD, and every tree was made of marijuana. The cops did not arrest him. Instead, they sucked his dick.

And God was, indeed, white. White and powdery like the color of his next crystal fix.

A pale hand slid between shapely legs, pleading for Kiba to hurry up and drive faster.

"Ready for my dick up in your ass, Uchiha?"

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Naruto had just turned sixteen.

He was more than ready for the sacred title of priesthood he'd been training so very hard for. He was but a few steps away from finally attaining it. Naruto had yearned for it all his life, ever since the day his parents had died. He wanted to help those like him, the less fortunate. To fill humanity with a new hope, with a new insight, with a new love for the somatic venture of what was life.

His dream seemed to have been finally coming true the moment that Iruka had told him that he was ready for his part in the confession booth.

A broad, goofy smile graced cute, whiskered features; cerulean, ultramarine eyes widening at an impossible volume.

An excitement ran up Naruto's spine, absolutely ecstatic that the man he had looked up to all of his life had truly just passed him into the next stage of his training. Naruto promised himself from long ago that he'd carry the divine word. The word that had saved him, too, in return.

"Father Iruka.. Can I, really?" the blond asked unbelievingly, trying his best not to go back into his usual face of childishness, "But what if I-"

"You won't mess up, Naruto," the taller man reassured, a kind smile gracing his scarred features as he placed a warm palm on the youngest's shoulder, "You know what to say. It's time you put your faith to the test. I believe in you"

A giggle escaped the youngest of the two the moment Iruka took a quick ruffle of his xanthic, citrine-colored hair; assuring Naruto several times that it was all going to be okay. With a brief goodnight, the older man made his way to the rectory in which all of the other priests and priests-in-training spent their nights. Naruto was more than happy to skip sleep that night if it meant coming closer towards his dream of becoming Higher Priest.

With a large smile, he made his way towards his designated booth, reciting everything that a reformed, knowing father would say. Naruto's nerves were not yet stable, but when he thought of his past, of his mother's red hair, and his father's blue eyes, everything seemed a lot calmer. Tanned hands straightened the collar of his robe, stilling his face into all seriousness.

He could do this. He could help.

It was his calling since the day he was born, In the Name Of. Blue eyes glittered with spirit, reciting his introductory lines aloud until he felt confident enough to continue with the next.

Minato would have been proud of him.

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Sasuke wasn't entirely convinced with the idea of fucking at a cemetery in the middle of a pouring night, but when Kiba suggested the local church, his interest flared exceedingly.

The GT had been parked in the parking lot. Both boys, (who were insanely wasted and burnt out at this point), then began to make their way towards the seemingly deserted, overly-decorated-with-crosses-and-shit building.

Sasuke stumbled behind, barely managing to walk on his own two feet. His legs felt like boneless masses, his arms felt as though they weren't even attached to him, and his face was marked with a light shade of pink; confusion tinted and permanently marked on his dark, obsidian eyes. This high had grown intense. It was heaven, it was absolutely divine.

They reached the back of the building, eager cinnamon hands already going about the zipper to Sasuke's black sweater the moment his back hit the wall. The rain was loud and violent in the background, the soaked figures of both men barely sheltered by a small ridge that was conveniently placed on the side of the stone chancel.

Catlike eyes narrowed in lust and desire as the pale chest of the other was suddenly revealed into the moonlight. Sasuke watched with blurred vision at the way Kiba had began to nip sharply at his neck, surely leaving obvious marks in his wake. His legs were giving out, he'd fall down at any moment, he knew.

Kiba's stronger, taller figure, however, held the dozing Uchiha in place, forcing the younger man's lips into an unloving kiss. Sharp teeth bit into a pink, lithe tongue, causing Sasuke to emit a few painful mewls from within his sealed, loosened lips. He could feel the thick length of the other stabbing uncomfortably on his thigh, eager hands fumbling with the zipper that contained it into the constricting place.

"Ever fucked while God's watching?" Kiba breathed, allowing his jeans to fall to his knees so that his aching dick jutted shamelessly from his toned body, "Take your shit off and give me your ass."

Ignited by the coarse words of his drug dealer, Sasuke worked down his own pants, stumbling gracelessly as he kicked them off. He was seeing double now. A loud, piercing blare tore at his sensitive ears, all along with the precious, inescapable high that he'd previously obtained from smoking such an unforgivable amount of cocaine in a single day. He had one foot in reality, and the other in writhing ecstasy.

Obsidian eyes were glazed with carelessness and apathy, completely indifferent whether the large amount of drugs managed to kill him in mid-fuck. Sasuke just wanted his fifty. Maybe if he got incessantly wasted he'd be able to forget his past. This was a remedy that he'd proved true for sweet release. Release from the barbarity of what was his reality.

His brother certainly couldn't reach him when he was this high up in the sky.

A dead smile graced creamy features, watching wordlessly as the other ravaged and bit away at the skin on his body. Bloody marks decorated Sasuke's chest; dark, brutal hickeys protruding indiscreetly from his neck. His skin felt like a fluid. A transparent fluid that contained nothing but misery and impassive dispassion.

The drugs kept him alive. The drugs kept him perfect.

Without much of a warning, Sasuke felt his chest heave against the cold wall that previously sustained his back. The coldness of the stone building was rough on his cheek, the pain inside his body increasing the moment he felt Kiba place his dick right against his unprepared, narrowed entrance.

"I'll make it hurt like hell until you beg me to stop," Kiba whispered, his words husky and shaky in Sasuke's ear, "We'll see who's the 'dependent' one then."

Knowing the unbearable sting that was to come, Sasuke screwed his eyes shut, biting his lip hard enough so that all of his screams would be contained. His body convulsed violently against the wall, courtesy of Kiba's unmatchable, animal-like speed. No one ever managed to fuck him as hard as Kiba did.

A string of blood trickled silently from his stricken bottom lip, resonating moans escaping from deep within his throat. His ass hurt like hell. The wall against his face was tearing noiselessly at his cheek. Sasuke trembled in ecstasy.

The smell, the pain, and the shame.

It all seemed a lot hotter when it wasn't your own brother tearing at your ass. It all seems so surreal when you are so fucked up.

The sea of liquor was warm on Sasuke's feet, the grass was sweet and candied on his knees. The tearing and severing of his ass was hardly evident in his drug induced dream.

"Damn, your ass is so tight, Uchiha," Kiba breathed, pounding mercilessly into the pinned-down figure of the younger man, "I figured you'd be a loose bitch by now."

A zombie-like stare stayed omnipresent towards the other side of the wall, not caring in the least bit what was currently going on. Sasuke would get his fifty soon. A pale hand clawed quietly at the stone wall, brows furrowing in desolate strain. No matter how high he managed to get, Kiba's abnormally large dick always made its presence harshly known in him.

The clamoring noise of pounding rain mixed with the hammering of flesh, tainting the holiness of the area with sin and distortion. Kiba's speed increased, (Sasuke could feel), when the walls of his ass began to lose grip on the muscle being encased within him noisily, causing the outer skin of his hole to bite down on Kiba's dick like a suction cup. The speed was too much. Sasuke began to feel his eyes roll back to the back of his head, clenching roughly into the skin of his palms.

Kiba's pre-cum slithered from his violated orifice, mixing with that of his own which slipped rather explicitly from his neglected balls. Inuzaka never touched Sasuke's dick. It was a form of torture. The dog-lover, however, had clearly stated from the very beginning that the only thing he was interested in was the ass. Not the dick.

Sasuke was more than willing to give him just that, (and more), in exchange for the drugs, nonetheless.

Elicited lustful moans escaped the raven the moment he heard Kiba begin to curse obscenities beneath his breath. The explosion was approaching. His ass would soon be soiled from the inside out.

"F-fuu.." Kiba's thrashing increased to an impossible speed momentarily, his thick rod of meat piercing furiously into Sasuke's very sore anal cavity, "Bite down a little more, eat my dick."

Heedful to the command, Sasuke screwed his eyes shut, clenching his muscles further into the other's rocklike cock like a slithering vice. The results were enormous.

"Shit..!" a substantial white mess of semen then poured into the other, the rush of sickly warmth and foreign liquid encasing Sasuke's being with a very nasty feeling.

Cum dripped from his hole, meeting with the muddy ground beneath them. It was all so fucking degrading. Sasuke felt like Kiba's personal cumbag.

The drugs, however. The drugs. The fifty that was promised. It was all worth the ridicule. It was all worth the constant contemplation of suicide.

Cursing, Kiba retreated from the other's showered asshole, tucking away his softened muscle. Cinnamon hands moved reassuringly, almost as if the guy hadn't been wasted to the core from the very beginning. How Kiba maintained such reform after drinking and smoking so much shit, Sasuke did not know. All he knew was that his ass was aching, and that there was a very apparent white river leaking from it quite shamefully.

"Give me the fifty," Sasuke demanded, pulling up his jeans to then give a lame attempt at buckling his belt with much unpremeditated difficulty. He had four hands at the moment, after all.

Kiba laughed at the request, watching humorously at the way the poor guy barely managed to get dressed, "What the fuck, Uchiha? You were hardly worth the first dollar!"

An attempt at a death glare, but the water streaming into his black-colored eyes instead formed a very pathetic glower. Sasuke was out of it. He might have smoked a little too much crack that night. He felt like puking his guts out. A convulsion within his stomach caused him to arch in reflex, causing him to balance unstably against the wall with his hand. A rush of pain through miserable, blackened eyes.

He needed that fifty. He needed it more than his own life.

"Inuzaka, give me the fifty.." his voice was low, uncertain. Sasuke could feel a load making its way into his throat. The feeling was sickening.

Kiba watched, an amused smirk showcasing proudly on his marked features. He liked torturing the pompous asshole this way. To show him just how truly pathetic he was no matter how much tried to come off any other way. Thoroughly amused and satisfied with the previous fuck, the brunette took out his wallet, brushing a finger against several hundred dollars right into Sasuke's face.

"Having a rich doc betrothed and being a vet isn't so bad, eh, Uchiha?" Kiba whispered, taking a long look at Sasuke's contorted features. The guy could have passed for a zombie then. The poor bitch, "Here's your fifty, Sasuke."

Two twenties and a crisp ten were then thrown into Sasuke's face, a loud, arrogant laugh escaping the lungs of the other. Pale hands eagerly tucked the money away, watching with a hellish glare as the brunette began to walk away.

When there was no longer any sign of Kiba, Sasuke took the opportunity to take in a much needed breath. He slid down slowly against the wall of the building, watching soullessly as the storm began to recede. The grass was drenched and dirtied, earthwords scattered in its surface.

The night was lonely and full of misery. The night was dark and empty. Just like he was.

Just like the world was.

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Naruto couldn't sit still from anxiousness.

He'd been sitting in the booth for quite a while now, and not a soul had entered the church that entire night. Maybe it was the storm pouring oceans outside that was the mere cause of it. Maybe it was a sign from above that he just wasn't ready for this yet. A small frown graced pretty features, not wanting to believe that was truly the cause of it all.

Then, almost as if his deepest most sincere prayers had been answered by the divinities of above, Naruto heard someone open the large wooden doors of the building, inciting a loud noise to echo throughout the empty cathedral.

A rush of excitement to prove himself, and Naruto sat straight up from the other side of the booth's thin separator. A serious, devoted expression on his graceful features.

A series of sounds, and the young apprentice knew that the other person had taken a seat on the other side of the booth. A strong pang of what reeked of alcohol and cigarettes filled the small box, causing Naruto to hold in a series of coughs. The smell was so incredibly intense, that it bordered on the line of being offensive in itself. Not wanting to be rude, or to ruin his chance at impressing Iruka or anyone else that was watching him quietly from above, Naruto cleared his throat.

A sultry voice then began to make its presence known from the other side. A rooted, broken, dulcet voice of no other kind. Blue eyes widened slightly in curiosity as the other began to speak from the other side.

"Bless me, Father, for I have sinned," it was clearly a boy, a boy with a voice that seemed to stem from someone not much older than himself. Naruto tried not to stare at the thin wall that separated them from seeing one another. This person sounded very deeply.. troubled, "Would you like to hear of everything that I have done?"

The strange voice then took a sharp sudden turn towards sarcasm. Deceiving, serpentine, snake-like, completely deluded. Blue eyes narrowed unknowingly, a tad offended at the other's mockery. A scornful laugh from the other ignited the young apprentice even further.

Naruto knew he wasn't to get this way under any circumstances. Iruka had warned him of these people. They were merely souls in need of help. In need of salvation. Alleviation that only the comfort of the divinities from above could bestow. It was Naruto's job to let this be known.

"You may continue, the Lord hears you."

Pale lips coiled into a sneering smile. The person on the other side sounded very young. A young priest. How fucking cute.

Hazed, obsidian eyes narrowed, still tranced by the drugs in his system. The high was great. The high was so great, in fact, that Sasuke had actually found the audacity to present himself into such a stupid, fucking place.

Fuck God. Fuck ghosts. Fuck imaginary friends.

This was all just one great, big, fucking parody.

"My ass is leaking fresh semen, Father," the older of the two hissed, pale lips brushing against the smooth wood that kept him from the ignorant shit on the other side, "Would you like to see?"

Blue, oceanic eyes widened in sheer shock.

What in the name of the holy grail was this?

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