Judas' jaw locked as he watched that whore take his hand and lead him from the stressful aggression of his fellow disciples. She ran her smooth hands across his perfect cheeks, moving down to his shoulders. She whispered a little something into his ear and he smiled in amusement, closing his eyes and leaning back into her comfort. Mary stroked down his chest, her gentle actions perfected by her disgusting profession. Not that he despised her occupation, but with the holy Jesus? Not so great.

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Jesus sat on the step, hand curled around his chin. He was finally alone and his guard was down—a rare instant in the life of Jesus. Judas' boot heels clacked on the brick floors as he moved closer to the thoughtful man.

The holy man looked up and sighed softly, no judgment in his deep eyes. Judas clenched his jaw at the memory of Mary's loving touches, jealousy creeping over him. He lowered to sit on the back of his heels next to his lord, chin in his palm. Jesus' eyes rolled up and down his figure awkwardly, though he remained quiet.

"Why let her touch you so sensitively?" The skeptic asked in a low voice, eyes appearing bored.

Light eyebrows pushed together briefly before Jesus understood, replying, "It calms me."

"But why [i]her[/i]?" He hissed again, eyes narrowing.

"Well…" Jesus sighed, trying to think of an answer, "No one else has offered."

Judas fell off his heels and crawled to sit on his knees behind the Christ. His calloused hands ran up the sides of his head to rub his cheeks, down to his shoulders. Jesus blinked and gulped harshly, his undoubtedly human body reacting automatically. His skin prickled and he shivered where the rough hands touched him.

"J-Judas…?" He whispered, eyelids lowering.

"Why can't I touch you like she does?" The man purred, running down his chest, "Do I have to be a whore to touch you? Can you give into your worldly sins?"

Jesus shook his head hesitantly, a strange sound bubbling in his throat. He exhaled shakily, shoulders twitching.

"Why am I reacting this way?" He growled, not so sure of himself.

"Do you like it?"

"…Yes."

"It's sin, Jesus. It's lust; sin can be good sometimes."

"A good sin?" Jesus gasped lightly, the words ironic on his tongue. His fists clenched at the other man's fingers brushed against two sensitive nubs on his chest, sending off shocks through him.

"Yes. Lust, sex, being human. They're all sins. Personally, though, lust and sex are my favorite sins," He chuckled against his Lord's soft curls, his hot breath dusting his skin.

"But…you. You're a man…"

"Doesn't matter," Judas smirked, running his hands up and down his slender sides, nails dragging in the right places. Jesus' body jerked up at the sensation, eyes widening further. Calloused hands massaged along the outside of his milky thighs, a knowing grin on his face.

"S-Stop…Mary doesn't do this…" Jesus muttered, blood rushing to his face.

"Do you really want me to stop?" The blonde gulped and thought, absently shaking his head. Terrible things ran through his head; [i]Sinner! This is NOT your earthly duties! Turn back![/i] As soon as experienced fingers brushed the soft flesh of his inner thighs, all alerts immediately died. Jesus' eyelids quickly fluttered closed and he gave into the penetrating sensations, leaning back to the hard chest pressing to his back.