All characters are copyright Kouta Hirano. I do nothing but ship them shamelessly.

WARNING; Explicit yaoi. That means depiction of sex between two guys, people! If you don't like it, don't read it!

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10. Confession

The warm darkness enveloped him as he sat on the wooden bench, closing the door behind him.

"Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.." He murmured quietly, his head down slightly.

The figure on the other side shuffled slightly, but said nothing.

Soft breathing, a cool, hard kiss, like fire and ice, setting him alight, yet chilling him to his core. A gentle murmur in a language he couldn't comprehend, a silent gaze that made him feel three inches tall. Hair like silk brushed his cheek as heatless lips touched his again, sending a shiver down his spine that couldn't be attributed to the lack of warmth.

"I have been having perverse thoughts and dreams of late.." He remembered waking up, covered in sweat, shaking and panting as though he'd run a marathon, scared and confused and feeling very much like a child.

Smooth palms caressing his thighs, his hips, his chest, one hand cups his cheek where the other dips lower, grasping the burning heat between his legs, stroking, molding his will with every obscene movement. His breath coming out in ragged gasps, silent pleas for the sensation to stop, loud moans for it to continue.

"I've tried everything, Father, but nothing works, the dreams, the thoughts, they won't stop. I can't escape them."

A cool, wet mouth engulfing his length, driving him mad with every teasing lick, bringing him to the edge of insanity but holding him back with cruel arms. Eyes smouldering with unchecked lust watch him through thick ebony locks, and he breaks, begging for the other to stop his torturous ministrations, or to plunge him into the fire that lights up those crimson eyes.

He was afraid to sleep, and Maxwell had snapped at him just this morning for not paying attention and dozing off in his exhaustion.

"What's worse, Father.. These thoughts are about a man. Even worse, a vampire, who I am sworn to slay."

A soft noise, half in pain, he makes in their union. A soft hand leeching his warmth, rubs a thumb over his lips, to meet a nervous tongue, while brilliant blue eyes watch his bed-mate. The pain is exquisite, it makes his blood sing and his loins burn, and he arches, crying out as a spot inside him is found and rubbed with the same aroused attentiveness. Another, and he is whimpering. A fourth, and he reaches his release, his lover's name tumbling from his lips in a hoarse cry.

He sighed gently, touching his forehead, before getting up and leaving.

Alucard chuckled darkly, reclining against the back of the wooden cabinet.

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There you go. Lemon tiem.

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