The end of this fic contains a small rant about my views. Feel free
to skip it if you want.
'Confessions' by Niu Shiy-Ue
Warnings: Religious Issues, Lime, Underage sex, attempted suicide,
child abuse, Controversial Issues, 1+4, 2+4, 3x4
St. Michael's doesn't exist, as far as I know. I've never been to a
parochial school (not through my parents' lack of trying) so bear with
me.
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"Father Maxwell, may I speak with you?" Duo Maxwell looked up
from his extra-strenght coffee into the face of Quatre Winner.
Slight, blonde, blue-eyed, Quatre looked far too angelic for that hour
of the morning.

"Sure. What do you want to talk about?"

"Someplace private please?" Confused he nodded and got up,
leading Quatre to his office. He couldn't imagine why Quatre wanted a
private conversation with him. Quatre was an international student
from Saudi Arabia, his father a prominent oil producer and his mother
an English citizen. Although Quatre was Islamic himself, his father
had sent him to St. Michael's because that was where he had attended,
and his wife had gone to the sister school St. Theresa's. Duo had a
friend there, Sister Hilde Schebeiker. Quatre had always been a model
student, As and Bs, never getting in trouble, perfectly polite. Even
if he did have a problem, Duo would have expected him to go to his
friend Trowa Barton, another priest, who taught Music and French.
Quatre had come to the school at age 13, having already skipped two
grades, when Duo and Trowa had just started teaching at age 27, and
Quatre had almost immediatly connected with the young priest. That
had really surprised Duo, because Trowa had always been a loner,
barely talking to even Duo, who had been his best friend since Junior
High School.

"Well here we are." Duo made a token effort at clearing his
desk, but finally just settled for moving the last stack of Trig tests
that he had been grading onto the overflowing file cabinet and setting
his coffee mug down on last week's school bulletin. "What do you want
to talk about?"

"I would like to Confess something to you." Quatre had a
remarkable voice, you could just hear the capitals in it. This, of
course, confused Duo even more. Quatre was a Muslim, why would he
feel the need to confess anything to Duo? More confusing, what could
he have possibly done to engender the need to do so, one month from
graduation? "Go ahead." He didn't bother explaining procedure, a
mandatory religion course in the curriculum would have provided
sufficient grounding.

Quatre smiled, or did he smirk? He had always been ahead of his
classmates, surely he realized the irony of his actions. "Bless me
Father for I have sinned." he said. "This is my first Confession."

"And how have you sinned, my son?" Duo asked, taking a sip of his
rapidly cooling coffee.

"I have seduced a priest into committing carnal acts with me."

Duo spat coffee clear across the room. "WHAT?!?"

"You heard me."

Duo settled back into his chair. As much as he would have wanted
to pressure the 16 year old into confessing more about this, he still
had a duty to do. He would not force him to do something he did not
want. "Do you want to tell me more? You don't have to." ~Smooth
move, Maxwell~ he thought to himself disgustedly. ~So much for not
trying to pressure the child.~ "Do you repent your actions?"

Quatre hesitated. "I do not regret the reasons that made me do
it, but I am sorry for the consequences that may occur." He shifted,
and Duo thought of how happy he was that, A) the door was locked and
B) that his tiny closet of an office was far enough away from
everything that no one could have possibly heard his outburst. "I
would like to tell you about the circumstances of this, since it
involves Father Barton."

~I knew it. Guy shows no interest in anything that breathes for
over 25 years, then turns into a pedophile. Well friend or no friend,
that's not gonna save him from me. How could he?~ "Whatever you tell
me is strictly confidential, you understand."

"I know. If this is ever brought up in a court of Law, I expect
it to be covered under Privelage. But I need to tell this to you.
Both for my own peace of mind, and the fact that you may very well
need this information very soon."

Quatre leaned back. "First of all, I would like to state, that
it wasn't Trowa who initiated it. I did. When I said I seduced a
priest, I really did. He didn't coerce me in any manner, he did his
utmost to resist the temptation I presented him."

"When did this start?"

"I knew I was bi when I came here at 13. The first year I was
somewhat attracted to Trowa, but too young to act on it. He was first
my mentor and teacher, then became my friend as time went on.
Sometime after my 14th birthday, I realized that friendship had turned
to love on my part."

"Love? How can you be sure at such a young age? I had sex at
18, and later decided it wasn't love but only friendship. I can't
imagine someone even younger than that knowing what love is."

Quatre smiled grimly. "I've always been advanced for my age. I
have had crushes before, and this was very different."

"You may act older than your age, but that doesn't mean you have
any experience."

Quatre didn't say anything but took off his tie and undid the
buttons on his formal shirt. Duo reached out to stop him, but a
raised hand aborted his movement. When Quatre had stripped off the
shirt, Duo saw the scars. In and of themselves they were not hideous,
but they implied a rather graphic picture. On Quatre's back were long
pale strips, only slightly darker than the rest, where a whip might
have layed it's mark. There were two puncture scars, one on his right
shoulder, and another just below the rib cage on the left side.
Finally, there were some old marks along the wrists, as if someone had
taken a knife to them. Quatre's smooth voice startled him in the
silence. "The two punctures are from assassination attempts, the
upper a bullet from just before I came here, the lower from a stiletto
when I was 8. The whip marks are from my father. All my sisters have
them as well." He touched his wrists. "These I did a week after I
got here. My roomate Hiiro Yuy found me on the bathroom floor."

Duo remembered. Quatre had gone to the hospital a week after he
arrived. He had only spent three days there, and the staff had been
informed that he had slipped and fell on his head, giving him a
concussion. Winner money had probably bought the silence of Monsignor
Jameson, who ran St. Michael's. Maybe some Yuy money as well, he
remembered that Hiiro had a soft spot for his more fragile roomate.
"Does Trowa know this?"

"Of course." Quatre shifted again. Perhaps he wasn't as calm as
he appeared to be. "I won't bore you right now with the details of
our relationship. Suffice to say, Trowa managed to resist my attempts
for almost a year."

"That places us around?"

"About six months ago. That was when our physical relationship
started and we have been sleeping together ever since." He cleared
his throat. "You probably wonder why I'm telling you this now." Duo
nodded. "Last night, I couldn't sleep. Trowa was with me, and all I
kept thinking about was how this would effect him. I can't maintain
this, no matter how much I want to, after graduation. I can't stay
here, unless I want the people working for my father to come after me.
I can't ask Trowa to give up his vocation and leave everything he
worked so hard for behind." Suddenly, something in his eyes seemed to
shatter. "I love him. But I have to end this for his own good. If
we weren't who we were, I'd do anything to keep him." He smiled
again, this time in a bittersweet manner that opened Duo's own eyes to
his beauty. He could see how someone like Trowa could fall so far and
so hard for him. "They say if you love something let it go. I'm
afraid for all my high ideals, neither of us really belonged to each
other." Tears began welling up in his eyes. "Please be there for
him." Duo reached out to the boy, forgetting the long cold coffee,
the Trig tests, the wakening campus and hugged Quatre. It wasn't
much, but it was all he could do for the boy with the broken heart.
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Shall I write more? Rant up next
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Just for the record, I was a devote Catholic from birth to 8th grade.
I dropped out of Confirmation in 10th grade due to religious
differences (primarily, I'm bi and the Church does not approve of
anything other than straight monogamous het, not that it matters I
don't have a date either way). And when I say dedicated, I went to
Church every weekend, every Holy day. I knew more about the Bible in
my CCD than the rest of my grade put together. My mother is a
born-again Catholic, my father was a Jesuit. I have several priests
in the family. In my family we prayed the Rosary every night
together. Despite that, I have not practiced any form of religion in
the past 6 years, so my grasp on things may be a little shaky. Also,
I live in Massachusetts, which has currently just gone (is still going
through) the throes of what is most crudely summarized as a sex
scandal.
Why am I telling you all this?
The following fic deals with a priest having sex with a minor, so I
don't want people flaming me about my portrayal here. You may agree,
you may not, you may think I'm sick (and your probably right on that),
but I don't want flames telling me I'm going to hell for this story.
If you think I'm paranoid, trust me, I've been told to my face before
that my views condemn me to Eternal Damnation. I have had members of
my own family tell me that I must be a demon sent from Hell. If you
have anything to say, please be constructive.
Niu Shiy-Ue