Page 29 of Unholy

I brace my hands against the altar, lifting my chest. When I look straight down, the Bible from my beloved father is open below me. It had been under my heart the entire time. It’s opened to John in preparation for Easter Mass. Chapter 4, verse 16 stands out to me. “God is love”. Is this a sign?

“Wait… stop.” I stand up abruptly, eyes trained on the Bible. On the passage.

“Is everything okay?” Killian asks, concern lacing his words. I look back at Killian; his eyes are soft, but also full of fear. As if he’s afraid he’s done something wrong and hurt me. I look back down at the Bible, laying splayed on the altar.God is love.

I have the sudden urge to cross out ‘God’ and write ‘Love’ becauseLoveis Love. The love between a man and another man. The love between a priest and a… a demon. I push the Bible off the altar. It hits the floor with a resounding thud, papers creasing in on themselves. If it was a sign from God, I hope that asshole has heard my answer loud and clear.

“Everything’s fine.” I turn around completely, circling my arms around Killian’s neck and smiling. “I just had an idea.” I kiss Killian’s jawbone, right beside a small cut that is there. My fingers find the buttons on Killian’s shirt, unbuttoning them quickly. He starts to protest, but I’m already pushing the sleeves of the shirt from his arms. I hiss out a breath when I take in his body.

“What happened?” I ask, my fingers gently tracing a particularly jagged cut on his ribs. It looks like it is almost healed, having happened weeksago. My eyes scan his exposed skin. He has cuts all over his torso that weave in and out of his tattoos. Some are worse than others. All are in various stages of healing, as if he was getting frequently getting hurt over the span of a few weeks or even months.

“It’s not important.” Killian takes my hand in his before I am able to touch the large, purple bruise that is over his heart. My brain flashes to my dream. The one he had just hours ago. The bruise is in the exact same spot the hand had thrust into. He said that he’s been communicating to me in my dreams, but why did Killian want me to see that one?

“Yes, it is important,” I respond, looking up at Killian.

“I promise, I will tell you afterward.” Killian holds his chin between his thumb and knuckle, watching my expression. “You said you had an idea?” Killian asks, hopefully.

“Yes. Yes. I have an idea,” I concede, my cock winning the battle with my head and deciding to drop the subject. I trust Killian will tell me.

I unbutton and unzip his pants, sliding them down his body. In true Killian fashion, he isn’twearing underwear, so his erection springs free. I grab it, the flesh soft and warm in my hand. I use his cock to steer him backwards.

Once I get Killian into place, I lift his right arm to the side, tying it at his wrist, then I do the same with the other wrist. After he is secure, I reach over, grabbing a flower crown and placing it on his head. I step back, breath leaving my chest at the image in front of me.

Killian is on his tiptoes, hands tied to either side of the wooden cross with the white material that had been draped there. All around him are flowers, on top of his head, a white lily flower crown mingling with the dark hair brushing his collarbone.

His body is a direct juxtaposition to the beauty around him. His flesh is battered and bloody, scars, fresh cuts, and bruises marring his torso, weaving around his tattoos in intricate patterns. To marry the two images, light is coming through the stained-glass window, painting Killian’s beautiful, bruised body in a kaleidoscope of colors.

Every muscle in his body flexes, trying to stay in the position to relieve the pressure on his arms. I want to lick the contours, replace the rainbowlight with my fingers and tongue. Killian is exquisite. Mesmerizing. The God that is deserving of this church. I reach my hand into the pocket of my robes and drop to my knees in front of Killian.

Chapter six

Killian

Iflexmyarms,moving my hands to try to maintain blood flow. On my tiptoes, my whole body is off balance and looking for purchase. Levi stands before me, blue eyes raking up and down my stretched-out form. I wish I knew what he was thinking. It’s so much easier to slip into someone’s brain while they’re sleeping.

Just when I can’t take the silence anymore, Levi drops to his knees, his pristine white robes circling around him. The thump of his knees hitting the shiny wood floor echoes within the cathedral ceilings. With his mouth inches away from my hard dick, I’m not sure where this is going to go, but I certainly will not be the one to stop it.

Levi bows his head, clasping his hands below his nose. There is something wrapped around his right hand, dangling between us. It takes me a moment to figure out what it is. A wooden rosary.I try to push my hips out. Try to get my hard cock closer to paradise, but I can’t move.

“What are you doing?” I ask when Levi just kneels before me in silence.

Levi doesn’t move his head, just looks up through the curtain of his hair. His blue eyes are piercing in the shadows of the church. I am so entranced by them, I don't see that Levi has moved forward. Don’t notice until Levi has my cock between his clasped hands, the beads of the rosary digging into the side of my shaft. I hiss.

“Your body is my altar, and I intend to pray.”

Levi’s voice is so damn raspy, I moan at just the sound. I try to move my hips, looking for some kind of friction on my aching cock, but I can’t. Between my tied arms and my tip-toed stance, I can’t get enough leverage.

“My God, who is before me, hallowed be thy name,” Levi starts, removing one hand from my cock. The one that holds the rosary still remains. I want to scream at him to move, but I bite my tongue. I want to give him this time of exploration.

“Thy kingdom come.” Levi grabs my left thigh, lifting it so that it’s resting on his rightshoulder. I’m forced to rest most of my weight on his shoulder. But he doesn't seem to mind at all. This move makes it harder for me to see Levi, though, so I have no idea what he’s doing. I can just feel and hear him.

“Thy will be done,” Levi continues, and I hiss when wet fingers graze my dry hole. “On Earth as it is here in heaven.” A long lick up the side of my cock onto my balls makes me jump.

“Fuck,” I groan, closing my eyes, ignoring the pain in my wrist and shoulders.

“Give us this day.” Levi dives deeper, and I can feel his firm tongue on my hole, lapping at it. “Our daily bread.” Another lick into my core. I ball my hands into fists, desperately wanting to have those fists in his hair, guiding his mouth to take me deep.

“Father,” I say, cock twitching in Levi’s hand as he thumbs the tip where pre-come has gathered. His wet fingers replace his mouth, tracing around my hole before pushing inside. I moan again, the sound echoing all around us.

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