A/N- IT'S HERE!!! YAY!!! Sorry, this past month has bombarded me with a research paper and other school things, such as studying, so I haven't really been able to update this story. But as per the rules of "42 Souls", you've gotta update every 30 days!!! And boy howdy, did I ever. This chapter uses the prompt, #40 – "I want amazing moments", and yes, I've bumped up the rating to M since this is basically the first sex scene I wrote in 3 years!!! D: Now keep in mind, I really don't like using out right vulgar terms like penis or cock or dick or you get the picture in my writing. It's just...not my style. Also, I wrote the sex scene today outside when I found a nice plot of grass beneath a tree. It was a lovely day out today, if I do say so myself...fuck, I'm rambling.

DISCLAIMER: No, I do not own Justin, Giriko, or the series "Soul Eater" and neither do I own the prompts responsible for inspiring my fics. This chapter contains sexual themes between two men, so if yaoi ISN'T your thing, then you've stumbled upon the wrong fanfiction. Thank you so much for reading! Please enjoy! Feedback would be much appreciated!!! :D

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Sacrilege Part 4: Discard the Cross

"Leaving already?" Giriko lounged back against his grimy couch, his narrowed eyes fixed upon Justin.

The young priest took in a deep breath, slowly letting the air fill his lungs to distract his body from its incessant quivering. "I've been here for a week," he said softly, slipping the buttons of his vestment into their respective slots. Reaching over to grab the white cape-like garment, Justin finished dressing and glanced over at his host, if that was even the proper term. "My wounds have healed properly, so I have no more purpose in staying here."

The chainsaw smirked, leaning his head over the couch's back rest. "Now that's not fair, priest. I only got to tease you for two days! Arachne's been working me like a dog this week," he said, an ominous laugh coating his words. "I still want to play."

Swallowing up thick nerves, the shaking grew harsher in Justin's body, his eyes growing wide with a mix of anxious fear and stinging desire. "That…will not happen," he said, attempting to sound firm.

Justin walked towards the door on the opposite side of the room; though the walk only took so many seconds, Justin felt more than an eternity pass. His hand on the doorknob, he stared at his feet, unsure of how to deal with the swarm of emotions swelling up inside of him. "You are nothing more than a menace, heretic, so why would I bother to linger for your own enjoyment," Justin spoke with a shaking tone, repressing any yearning to stay. His grip tightened around the doorknob, but his muscles lost the will to push it open in the moments to follow.

"Justin, wait."

Jerking up his head, small tears began to roll down Justin's cheeks, his name now holding a different meaning. His glanced back towards the voice responsible, Giriko now standing beside the couch; his face looked nearly painful.

"Come here," he said, an odd yet beautiful tone of gentility in his voice.

Justin nodded slowly, his feet moving involuntarily towards Giriko. As forced as his movements seemed, Justin very much wanted this, his hidden desires resurfacing and moving his body faster with each passing second. He kept his eyes low and before he could comprehend his actions, he looked up only to see that he was nose to nose with Giriko, a man whose face revealed more than just a sexual craving.

"Yes?" A fluttery breath rose from Justin's throat, his body weakening.

Smiling, Giriko placed his hand against the small of Justin's back and pulled him in close, his nose pressing against the young man's with the slightest of pressure. "You're not leaving."

"I don't want to," Justin said, twisting his neck awkwardly to cease the shiver charging up his spine. Giriko's hand, though separated by a barrier of fabric, was firm and sturdy against Justin's trembling flesh and the physical memories of this man's touch writhed in his nerves.

His toothy smile growing wider, Giriko's lips lingered softly over Justin's. "I know," he whispered.

The light breath from his voice brushed against Justin's skin, causing the blonde's knees to buckle immediately. Falling into Giriko's arms, Justin's fall was met with a harsh kiss upon the lips, one that caused Justin to react in a similar fashion.

He was, indefinitely, lost. Abandoning thought and control, Justin gave into his carnal desires which he recently forced into the depths of his mind, refusing any sort of recognition of their existence.

Giriko's tongue had proved to be just as aggressive as the man himself, tickling the inside of Justin's tender mouth. Little whimpers and whines reverberated around the attacking muscle, Justin's voice reacting to the sensations pulsing throughout his trembling body.

Pulling back slightly, Giriko leaned his forehead against the priest's, gazing into his heavily lidded eyes. "You taste sweet," he said, smiling and licking the bead of saliva from his lips.

Justin clung tightly to Giriko, his heaving breaths hot and vocal, his body slipping further into the heretic's hold. "I…don't know," he started, his voice hesitant and weak, "what to do next?" His cheeks flushed with a bright red, Giriko hands moving softly underneath the priest's vestments, fingers pressing tightly against his skin. Slurping up the wet mess of spit from his mouth, Justin shivered, looking back into Giriko's eyes.

With just a soft chuckle, Giriko lifted the heavy cloth up and over Justin's body, tossing it across the room. He smiled, tightening his hold around Justin. "You'll know soon enough," he said, latching his mouth to the blonde's once more.

His body pressed hard against Giriko's, Justin let out a sharp cry, wincing from the pain of a sharp object piercing the flesh of his chest lightly.

Again, Giriko leaned back, staring quizzically into Justin's eyes. "What?"

Justin wiggled, glancing down at the cross still hanging from his neck.

A fierce growl echoing past his lips, Giriko gripped the cross in his palm and snapped the chain around Justin's neck broken. "What the fuck? Why are you still wearing this thing?" Before any sort of response, Giriko tossed it behind him, a devilish smirk scarring his face. "You little shit. I thought I told you to get that Shinigami asshole out of your head. I'm the important one," he said, glaring mischievously at the now terrified priest.

His body forcibly pushed down onto the couch, Justin stared up at Giriko with a new found fear. "I'm sorry, I…" he started to say, though his words were cut off when the heretic pounced upon Justin's body.

As if quickly forgetting his previous rage, Giriko smirked playfully, his hands roaming the soft and trembling sides of his pious captive. "Justin, tell me what you want," he whispered hoarsely, his hands grabbing the top of the priest's pants.

His mind drew a blank and Justin just gawked up at Giriko's rough features, studying the little creases of skin in his brow, the dampened texture of his lips. Justin leaned in softly, giving in yet again to his body's demands. Kissing the heretic softly, Justin breathed a single sentence. "I want amazing moments."

A devious chuckle met the blonde's kiss before Giriko bit down harshly onto Justin's mouth, his hands pulling down the loosened pants to Justin's knees.

The kiss became much wetter than Justin had imagined, his body pulsing with a tingling sensation as Giriko's hands caressed their way between Justin's legs, grabbing the young man's aroused body. Soft sounds of protest that welled in Justin's mouth soon melted into moans of pleasure, his hips reflexively grinding up into Giriko's eager hands.

Giriko's mouth suddenly slipped down Justin's chin, suckling the skin from his neck, down to his collar bone, until his tongue glided over his sternum, a devilish chill running up and down the priest's spine.

"M-more," he cried out desperately, the hold around his body below loosening with each suckle. His hands hovered over Giriko's head, finally moving to clutch the spiky hair in his sweaty palms. "I…I want more!"

Sniggering, Giriko lightly caught the skin of Justin's chest between his teeth, grinding it softly. His hands moved to Justin's hips, gripping them firmly and holding down the impatient body. "I thought priest's were supposed to stray away from physical pleasure," he said with a smile, his head lifting from Justin's chest and lowering until it hovered above his belly.

Justin glanced down, a prominent pout on his face. "This is your fault."

Without so much as a response, Giriko's mouth dove down onto Justin's erection, sucking the growing discomfort and impatience with a soft and easing pressure.

Unable to contain his surprise, Justin cried out meekly as little spurts of fluid squirted into Giriko's mouth. Justin shivered and his face flushed red with embarrassment, but one glance down gave him the reassurance that something as trivial as that was not going to stop Giriko. Swallowing thickly, his vision locked onto Giriko's bobbing head. Justin let out a soft moan and lay his head back, letting the soft touch of Giriko's tongue and lips increase his long suppressed arousal which only jolted in intensity when a firm hand gripped right beneath the saliva laden lips.

"Hah," Justin exhaled vocally, another spontaneous spurt gushing from his numbing tip, squirming from the odd sensation of a runny wetness dripping down through Justin's rear. He whimpered softly, rolling his hips awkwardly. "Giriko, please," he started, little droplets of tears emerging in the corners of his eyes.

Slurping upwards, Giriko licked his lips and glanced into Justin's tearing eyes. A sympathetic look seemed to fill his face, though his dampened hand had unraveled from around Justin and slipped between his trembling behind, probing the virgin lightly. "More?"

With a sharp intake of breath, Justin clenched his cheeks in physical protest. "What are you…" he cried, tears pouring down his reddened face.

"Fucking you," Giriko said, his voice stern and matter of fact.

A second finger slipped in and Justin shut his eyes tight, his voice wavering in trembling cries. "I don't like this, please stop," he said, choking on his words.

His free hand reached Justin's head, stroking his hair gingerly. "You will, trust me." With a third finger pushing inside, Giriko silenced any cry from Justin's mouth with a deep, passionate kiss, exchanging beads of saliva and other substances.

This kiss differed greatly from the others of the day; Justin felt this one meant something. As the others were mere ploys to get the death scythe in a state of insatiable arousal, this one seemed honest, soothing even. Regardless, Justin gave in, losing himself to the desires of the heretic's tongue.

Too quick for the priest to comprehend, Justin felt the pressure of a rough thrust into his body. Gasping loudly, he pulled back from the sensuous kiss to spot both of Giriko's hands gripping his shoulder. A sudden fear swelling in his gut, the possibilities of what could be inside of him narrowed down to one hardened answer. Justin struggled helplessly, trying to push the heretic off his small body. "Get it out!"

Another deep thrust tossed Justin's head back, a loud moan roaring from his throat. Though frightened at first, this penetration did feel good, true to Giriko's word. Justin reveled in the feeling, as weird and sinful as it seemed. His hands groped at Giriko's back, digging into the fabric of his sweat dampened shirt.

Justin instigated another kiss, a physical way of pleading for more and receiving just what he wanted. Spittle dripped down both their chins, swerving around the heaving grooves of flesh.

Giriko continued to push deeper into Justin, his hot breaths breaking their kiss every so often to tickle Justin's chin. Both bodies had reached their limit and Giriko's rhythm began to falter, his rough groans cracking like a teenage boy. He gripped onto Justin tighter before a splash of sticky fluid coated the inside of the young man's tight body.

In immediate response, Justin felt the gushing release from his own body and cried out thunderously before falling limp in the arms of the heretic.

He only had so long to appreciate these sins he had committed, for Justin's body grew too tired to stay conscious; he fell asleep in the midst of his greatest crime yet. Too bad he thoroughly enjoyed every moment of it.

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~erbby