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Confession
Part I
"Father, I have sinned."
"Sinned? What manner of sin, my child?"
"I've - I've - ugh... I can't say!"
"My child, the Father sees and understands all. This time is for your confession, your admittance to the deeds of your sinful weak flesh - and in knowing yourself and the sins therein, you can finally find peace and forgiveness."
"Yes. Yes. You are right."
"Then, speak."
There was a short silence, as Father Abel frowned, twiddled his fingers nervously, then sighed.
Confession. I hate it... It's so... embarrassing... I know it's confidential and I have to do it... but this is... so hard for me to say...
"It's... I've been having... bad... thoughts..." The grey-haired Krusnik admitted slowly - and painfully, as if he were being tortured by the Inquisition.
"Bad thoughts?"
"Bad thoughts."
"Murderous? You wish to satiate a hidden lust to kill your comrades?"
"N-n-no... well... there was that one time when Tres vetoed my order for frozen oranges on that one trip to Albion - but - but I forgave him right away! No, it's not that..."
"Envy?"
"Envy? Not really. No. No. It's more complex than envy. Although I do envy Father Wordsworth... he is so suave and charming and always seems to say the right things..."
"..."
"It's no wonder I can't compete..."
"Compete?"
"Did I say 'compete'? I meant to say, 'complete. It's no wonder I can't complete my missions properly... it really stresses me out.'"
"I'm sure you said 'compete'..."
"N-n-n-no, not at all..."
"So it is not the sin of murder you struggle with, nor the leech of envy. Perhaps... pride?"
"Pride? No... although... I mean... who wouldn't WANT to be me? I'm basically the strongest one around here..."
"... and the dumbest..."
"Er... what did you say?"
"Never mind, my child, truly, you can speak of these thoughts - whether they are pride, envy or murder - or neither..."
"It's really hard to say -"
"Hard?"
"Embarassing..."
"Embarassing?"
"I've never felt this before - so I can't describe it."
"Try, my child. I'm sure something will come."
Father Abel sighed and leaned back, gathering his thoughts - trying to remember in further detail that unforgettable day. The brown lattice of the confessional, the crazy wood carvings, the smell of lemon polish and musty velvet all faded away -
He wasn't there anymore - but walking through a door excitedly, getting ready for another mission -
"It began simply - one day, I walked in on him... in his bedroom -"
"Er... him?"
"Yes - well... just hear me out... I was there to pick him up for a mission. It's not often we work together since he's got a habit of disappearing for months. Lady Caterina is always getting angry because he goes on private vendettas... But that mission, we were together - And I walked in and stopped - to watch him brush his hair and... then... I felt so happy that I saw him like that. So peaceful... and kind of... happy... which is so odd because he is never happy... he doesn't even laugh at me!"
"Ah... I see... and what happened?"
"And the rest of the day, that picture wouldn't leave my mind. I saw it all day. And it ate away at me. And I started to... well... think..."
"Think?"
"Er... well... daydream..."
"Daydream? About your fellow priest?"
"Errrr... um... yeah..."
"What kind of daydreams..."
"..."
"My child -"
"It's... too... embarassing..."
"I will never condemn."
"Well... I started to get this feeling in my belly. I never had it before. I was not hungry. Or thirsty. And it wasn't illness. And Father Tres checked me over three times and even Lady Caterina got my blood checked. But it wasn't even the Krusnik..."
"I see..."
"And everytime I was around him... I felt hot and flushed and my heart beat faster..."
"..."
"And then... I started to think..."
"Think?"
"Daydream."
"I see."
A pause.
"And... er... what did these daydreams entail, may I ask?"
"Bad things," Abel whispered.
"Bad things?"
"Bad things."
"Like what?"
"I would take his hand, then his other and kiss it gently."
"His? You were kissing a man's hand?"
"I know! I'm evil! To not only think these dirty thoughts - but also to think them about my fellow priest!" wailed Abel, rather hysterically.
"What kind of dirty thoughts exactly?"
"Well... I'd kiss his hand then, suddenly... we'd have no clothes on -"
"..."
"And we would start kissing passionately. Like never before... Well... not that I've kissed alot before. But I'm sure it would feel nice. And then he would carry me to a bed and bending over me, would kiss me some more. And then..."
"... yes?..."
"I'd... well... pet him. His long blonde hair... his shoulders - down his arms..."
"... urghh..." gasped the Father Confessor.
"Father? Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, my child. Please... continue..."
"O-o-o-o-okay... where was I?"
"You were petting him down his shoulders - and then -"
"I'd touch him..."
"Touch him where?"
"Errrr... um... you know..."
"I don't know."
"You KNOW - down... whisper) THERE..."
"Ah..." said the Father Confessor in a strained voice.
"And he'd be ready for me already. Long and hard... and I would bend down... and take him in my mouth and run my tongue along his hard hot length and he'd pet me - encouraging me..."
"Mmmmm..."
"And he'd come - with... a yell, shoving hard - and I'd swallow him all up... every sweet... drop... of him..."
"... ahhhh... Yes. I see... And does any other thing happen?"
"Lots."
"Like -"
"He touches me too. And something hot tightens in my belly and when I spread my legs, pulling him down on me - I tell him, 'Don't be shy. I WANT you.' - Isn't that wicked?"
"Do you commit more sexual acts... with him?"
"Oh yes..."
"(gurgle)... Ahem... How?"
"How?'
"In what manner?"
"Oh.. he enters me slowly and carefully... with lots of lube, of course. My favorite kind - it smells like chocolate..."
"..."
"And he kisses me..."
"You're facing him?"
"Of course, I'm on my back. I know I already look hot, sweaty and ready - but he doesn't care because he is too..."
A VERY thoughtful pause.
"Keep on going -"
"And - well - I'm rising up - bucking - it feels so sweet - and he's hitting THAT spot just right - And he's groaning too... And then... we climax together - and all I see is a bright white light as he comes into me again and again."
Silence.
"Father?"
"Ahhh..."
"Father? Are you okay?"
Father Abel fumbled his way out of the small confessional, jerked the door open -
His blue eyes widened -
His face turned red in a deep blush.
CONFESSIONS Part II: The Confessor is revealed!
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