A/N: Here's part two of the fanfic ever so recently entitled "Humble Medicine," but since that title wasn't very good and was something I threw together until ANOTHER title came to view, that's not the case anymore. "Humble Medicine" has turned into "Sacrilege." And even though it's not that original of a title, it perfectly fits since Giriko is doing bad things to something so sacred: JUSTIN! (he's a priest, so it counts...right?) XD Enough of my blabbing: this is, like most of my GiriJasu fics, for LJ's "42 Souls," using prompt #37, "A little less bark, a little more bite".

ENJOY! No, I do not own the rights to Soul Eater, Giriko, Justin, or that prompt: they are the property of their many owners.

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Sacrilege Part Two: Staining Sheets

Random imagery and deafening screams flooded into the black oblivion of Justin's mind. He felt stuck and helpless as flashes of nothingness crashed against his psyche, causing tremors throughout his motionless body. Moaning and whimpering in pain, Justin witnessed as the insanity softening into a serene, dreamlike vision of a forest. His body slowly calmed to the soft greenery blowing with the wind, the clouds floating along the soft blue sky. He could almost feel the chill of the breeze sting his cheeks.

He sighed delicately, the nostalgia of the scene slipping into his attention; this had been the same forest in which he had recently sparred with Giriko. His heart froze before speeding up to a dangerous tempo, his breaths becoming short and gasp-like. A pale shadow emerged in the forest, and the scene turned dank and muddy. Slowly forming into shape, the heretic of Arachnophobia gave that pale shadow a new meaning.

"I always thought that there was something sexy about the rain," he said, his voice echoing in the confines of the nightmarish forest.

Justin's body resumed the uneasy squirming from before as Giriko's body lurched forward, encompassing all of Justin's being in his own madness.

"N-no!!" Justin jolted awake from his sleep, the images of his dream flashing repetitively in his head to the same rhythm of his erratic breathing. Clinging to his chest, Justin attempted to calm himself with constant reminders that it was only a dream. He glanced around his strange surroundings, a room far past its prime with pieces of broken furnishings scattered about the floor and the scent of liquor hanging in the thick air. "This place…"

"You're awake," a familiar voice said outside of Justin's field of vision.

Gasping, he turned his head quickly and spotted Giriko crouching down in a dark corner, downing a bottle of liquor. "You..." Justin started to say, but the sudden smirk that spread along the chainsaw's lips caught him of guard, and his thought stopped before it had time to build.

Giriko stood up shakily and stretched out his body with an elongated yawn, dropping the empty bottle to the ground, the pieces splattering to join the others on the cluttered floor. He walked over to the couch, a casual air in his step. Glanced over the priest in inspection, his smile took malicious turn. "You look good!"

Confusion slowly set in and Justin sat there, unable to comprehend Giriko's strange 'compliment'. But soon enough, as his vision descended down from his bare chest to his lap, covered gingerly with a white sheet, Justin understood Giriko's comment; gasping loudly, he fumbled with the sheet to cover his chest. "I'm naked?!"

Loud laughter boomed throughout the room as Giriko's eyes scouted the room. "You're a riot!"

Embarrassed, Justin clung to the sheet, trying to hide his red cheeks along with his exposed flesh. "E-excuse me? I'm naked in your room and that's the first thing to come out of your mouth? I demand an explanation!"

Giriko's face faded from amusement, his narrowing eyes darting to Justin. "Don't give me that attitude, you little shit," he said, his voice low and ominous. He puffed out a small breath of agitation, kneeling down to rummage through the trash on the ground. "Your clothes," he started, "were sopping wet. Couldn't leave you in them, right?"

Justin's cheeks only grew hotter, his mind finally registering with the given information. "Y-you undressed me?" His voice squeaked, further embarrassing the young priest.

Grabbing a new bottle of alcohol, Giriko smirked and stood up to face Justin once more, chugging down the bottles contents. "Dried you off, too," he said, wiping the dripping liquid from his smirking mouth. A soft chuckle escaped past his lip as Giriko tossed his second drained bottle across the room, walking closer towards the couch. "Gotta say, I like what I saw. Wouldn't mind another peek at it, either."

Justin's eyes widened, his body starting to shake as he curled it up into a ball under the covers. Trying to build up some strength, he glared at the perverse heretic, spitting words at him defensively. "You'll have no such thing! I won't allow it."

The room suddenly filled with a foreboding air and Giriko's smile grew wider, wicked sniggers the only sound audible in the thick air. He lifted his left knee onto the couch and leaned in close to Justin. "I dunno, you seemed to really like it before," he said, his voice low and sensual. His fingers lightly traced the edge of the white sheet over Justin, inching closer between his quivering legs before groping his target tightly.

Justin squealed hoarsely, pushing Giriko away with his right leg, but the wounds were still fresh and sore and opened with just the slightest amount of pressure. His body collapsed onto the couch, no longer curled up, but spread out and helpless under the sheet, not the course of action he originally wanted to follow.

Giriko's eyes glowed in amusement, his finger delicately stroking through the sheet. "Oh yes, you liked it lot when I was drying you off; you got very excited," he whispered, his forehead resting against Justin's sweaty brow. "I tried my best to resist from touching you any longer, but your body seemed so insistent."

His breath getting erratic and short, Justin squirmed underneath Giriko's touch, much like it did in the forest; and if Justin knew any better, he could've sworn that these were the same turn of events that had happened in the mud puddle. "G-get…off of me," he pleaded, gripping tightly to the sheets, trying to cover his trembling frame.

"You'll have to try harder than that, kid," Giriko responded, tilting his head and squeezing tighter between Justin's legs. "You know, I've been thinking," he started, lifting his head and staring randomly into space, "why didn't you resist earlier when I was taking you out of the forest?"

Turning his head back to face his blonde hostage, Giriko was met with a blade to his neck, shaking maddeningly against his skin.

"I said, get off!!" Justin's enraged eyes were filled with tears, and although his face spoke of anger, his body was still shaking in fear. "I'll lop your head right off your shoulders, you heretic. I will!"

Giriko paused before smiling softly and leaning in towards Justin's ear, the blade lightly grazing his neck; little drops of blood dripped down onto Justin's arm, staining the white sheet elegantly. "I'd like to see a little less bark and little more bite from you, priest," he whispered, releasing his hand from Justin's covered groin. Giriko sat up on the edge of the couch, stretching out his arms. Taking in a deep breath, he stood up and made his way towards the door, rubbing at the fresh cut along his neck. "Need more booze," he mumbled to himself, before walking out into the hall, leaving Justin in the room alone.

Collecting his composure, Justin took in a deep, relieved breath. "Good, he's gone," he said, smiling to himself. But Justin realized he was in Giriko's room, and that he would return soon, wiping the smile off the young man's strained face.

It had to be a blessing, Justin thought to himself, that he decided to leave at that moment. Any more of his hand there would certainly be…

And Justin's mind flooded with thoughts of what could have happened next, to where else Giriko's hand might have traveled. His cheeks grew hot once more, and Justin felt his previous embarrassment returning, even in his solitude. He cowered under the sheets, trying to suppress those unwanted thoughts. If they actually happened upon Giriko's return…

No. No, Justin didn't want to think of that.

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Hee hee...I like that ending. PLEASE REVIEW!!! I shall give you cookies if you do. :3 OH! And stay tuned for MORE!

~erbby