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The clock ticked against the silent walls of the church.
Colors had just begun to dance over the pews from the sun, which had just begun the descent into its nightly grave of rolling hills, which shone through the stained glass windows. There was a lingering warmth in the building from all the people who had just finished passing through for the final service of the day, but with them went all the sound that showed proof of life, leaving the beautiful building blanketed in an almost eerie quiet.
The sound of the door creaking open, and then shoes tapping down the wooden aisle broke the air, seemingly following in tandem with the clock's tick, tick, tick.
The man that enters is meticulously well put together.
He's draped from head to toe in black. His cassock is swishing against his mid calf, pants pressed without a crease, hair neatly kept and straight, skin unmarked, pale and perfect– and with every other step the silver cross against his chest caught the colorful light with a gleam which was the only color to be found on his form.
Despite the dark that seemed to shroud him, Sebastian was well beloved by the community around him– he must be, as the priest of the small town. The members of the community were enamored with the man. He was good looking, got along well with everyone, and of course, was the one who kept them bound with God through his work– so seemingly perfect. He barely had to bat an eye to send women swooning, and men begging on their knees to be him. It seemed like he was able to get everything he ever wanted, at any moment's time.
Even so, Sebastian was honest to his life. He preached to the word of God. He counseled the people, kept them in their faith, and made sure their next of kin was always close to follow the same path. He knew every one of their darkest secrets, every sin they'd ever committed, but made sure he continued to be their saving grace. It was an incredibly rewarding life to lead– so deeply selfless and kind.
Yet, because he was ordained at a young age, he was never to marry. Never to know the touch of a person beyond hands held in prayer. Or the feel of holding a child who belonged to him, rather than one he was baptizing for a crying couple. Nor would he be allowed to give into desire with someone, to share the heat of a single night with them and know them fully– body and soul.
It was depressing, and it was lonely. Yet, Sebastian found he hardly ever missed a beat in his day to day with such worries. It was a fleeting thing that seemed to only take root in his head during the dead of night when he laid restless in his bed, only to shrivel up and die under the morning sun. His life was dedicated almost completely to ethics. He would never allow the notion of falling victim to something as pathetic as mere lust.. It was trivial compared to being the Earthly link to God himself.
Sebastian muttered to himself, planning the morning's sermons out loud as he began gathering his belongings from the lectern. He was rarely one to get so wrapped up in something to the point that the world around him disappeared. He was an attentive man, recognizing everything to the smallest of detail– which is why when he hears a small voice coming from in front of him, he nearly jumps from his skin.
“Excuse me, Father?”
Sebastian is certain the door never opened, but the proof that it must have was standing in front of him. A young boy, body curled inward in apparent shame, stood at the end of the aisle. His boots are twisting nervously into the plush runner, and his arms are tucked behind his back as he sways. He appeared grossly normal, dressed in the usual clothes that every child in town wore– black buttoned shirt, black shorts, and black socks that stopped below his knees. The only thing that seemed out of place was the ornate ribbon tied around his neck and the tall boots he wore on his feet. The ribbon was black, and white, striped, and from it dangled a single red gem, resting comfortably in the dip of the boy's throat. The boots were nearly as tall as the socks, laced up in red, and a heel that seemed far too high for such a young man to be walking about in. He was strangely mirroring Sebastian, both being dressed in all black, despite the innocence they were both supposed to hold, one as priest and one as child.
His hair was combed neatly, but looked to be growing just a bit too long, and through the silvery strands of his bangs peered two large, impossibly blue eyes. They shone with unshed tears, and it made them glitter in a way that rivaled every sapphire Sebastian had ever seen.
But there were things that nagged at Sebastian about the boy. Almost everything about him was just a little too neat. A little too tidy. His clothes were pressed, not a lick of dirt on him– not even on those boots which surely should have sunken into the ground with the recent rain. From head to toe, his skin was pale and absent of even a single scratch. Every boy he had ever known in this town was always beaten up from play– abrasions or bruises, raw knees or elbows.
Which ultimately led Sebastian to his biggest suspicion of all. He did not recognize this boy. He'd never shown up to a single service. He'd never seen him about town. Not even a parent who could resemble him.
But he was standing there. Very real, in the flesh. Sebastian truly had no right to stand there and scrutinize a child just because he'd never met him. Still, it made his guard feel unnecessarily raised.
He cleared his throat, stepping around the lectern and down so he stood level with the other. He towered over him, watching as those sad eyes trailed him all the way up until they met Sebastian's gaze. It sent an involuntary pang ripping through his chest, and a chill down his spine.
“What troubles you, child?” He finally asked, offering the most gentle smile he could.
“I have not been one to consider myself a child to God, but I fear I have sinned, Father and cannot continue to live with such grief anymore…” The boy whimpers, and his hands come from around his back to clutch at his shirt.
“Come,” Sebastian offered his hand, and the boy seemed hesitant to take it, but still laid his tiny palm flat into it.
Without pushing too much, Sebastian led the boy to the front row of the pews to have him sit. “First, tell me your name.” Sebastian says.
It causes the younger to fidget for a moment. Then, as a whisper, “Ciel. Ciel Phantomhive.”
“Good,” Sebastian muses, “Now, I would like for you to sit here and reflect on your sin. Your reasoning for your sin, and the toll it has taken on your life and relationships, especially of that with God. Once you are done, you may meet me in the confessional.”
Ciel nods, then closes his eyes, hands wrapping together in prayer and resting on his forehead. He begins to mutter under his breath, voice still pathetically laced with despair.
Sebastian shuffled away to prepare, and the moment his footsteps went silent, Ciel peeked open an eye. It gleamed just as red as the stone around his neck. His round, pink lips curled into a grin, and he couldn't help the little giggle that bubbled from his throat. He turns to look over his shoulder, kicking one leg over the other, perching his hands on his knee.
His tongue darted out to wet his lips. “This'll be fun.”
Ciel gets up from the bench, tugging at his clothes to straighten them out again. He walks alongside the pew, the heels of his shoes clacking with purpose as he makes his way to the booth. He comes to a stop in front of it. Compared to others he’d seen, this one is quite nice. A dark mahogany, glossed over with a finish that doesn't harbor a single scratch, with intricate designs carved across the top and doors. The windows were covered with red curtains to hide the shame of the entrants. Atop it all sits a proud cross, just as beautifully made as the rest, letting all those who enter know they are soon to be forgiven under God.
It makes Ciel's nose bunch up, a nasty smirk on his lips.
The door opened with a heavy sound, and Ciel slid right inside, pulling it closed as he settled down on the cushioned bench. He turned to his left, looking at the wooden mesh window that separated him from Sebastian. The priest wasn't looking back. Instead, his head was down, seemingly preparing for the oncoming confession.
Ciel's hands came up, forming a cross with his delicate fingers.
“Forgive me, Father, for I am about to sin.”
That caused Sebastian to raise his head, brows knitted together in bewilderment. About to? He was sure the boy had told him this was from his past. His mouth opens to question further, but he is unable to continue as everything around him is engulfed in darkness.
It's as if someone had taken the sun straight from the sky, with not even the moon to take its place. Sebastian's hand comes up to touch his face, as if he briefly wonders if he'd gone blind. But as his hand comes into focus, he sees that there is a thick, black fog engulfing the space around him.
Fire? He wonders, but no– there is no scent of burning, nor is he overcome with the sensation of heat. He looks down, and the smoke has begun to take the form of tendrils, wrapping around his legs like snakes, and curling their way up and around his body. The slip under his clothes, slither across his body, and he can feel them all as if he were being touched by a person rather than by the wisps around him, whatever they may be.
“What—” he turns to the right, and through the screen he sees the boy. Ciel is staring right back at him, and he appears terrified. He blinks those blue eyes frantically, until finally they flutter closed. The darkness passes by him like smoke in the wind, and when his eyes open again, they glow bright against the gloom— Dark red with long, slitted pupils, with all the fires of Hell swirling within them. He is no longer afraid, but instead lit up with a smugness that didn't belong on such a sweet face.
Sebastian's body goes rigid, and a coldness like he's never known seeps into every limb. His eyes have gone permanently wide, and he's clutching the cross around his neck so hard that it's begun to bite into his skin and spill blood down his white knuckles.
“A demon?” Sebastian mumbles when his mind has caught up with his sight, and his brows settle into a look of anger. He felt itchy with the disgust beginning to ooze from him, unsure how such a creature had even made its way into his sanctuary and how he'd ever allowed it to taint him with its mere presence.
“Don't look at me like that,” Ciel chirps, “I haven't done anything wrong.” The word ‘Yet,’ while not said, was very clearly implied.
“You merely stepping foot into the House of God is–”
“Yadda, yadda, sinful creature, blah, blah, back to Hell with Thee,” Ciel mocks, miming his hand like a puppet, “Can we skip that worthless drivel?”
Sebastian squinted his eyes, “You–”
Once again, he can't finish his words. This time, within the blink of an eye, he's no longer alone in his small side of the booth. The darkness whips around in front of him, and then the measly weight of the demon is now in his lap, sitting sideways with his legs crossed and heeled foot tapping in the air. He's got a single painted finger to his lips, looking up as if he's thinking. “Mmhm, Sebastian Michealis. I think you will definitely do.”
Sebastian wants to move. Wants to send the demon flying as far away from him as possible. But it's as if he's held down in place by an invisible force. He can't feel the weight of anything other than the demon, but attempting to lift an arm is like dragging it through tar. His heart picks up its pace, and instead all he can manage to do is ask, “Why?”
“Why…?”
“Why are you doing this to me?”
He doesn't sound scared or afraid. Ciel is sure this is because his brain is so hard wired to think that God will always have a protective hand on him. It was impossible for him to not laugh out loud.
“Because I'm hungry,” Ciel mused, his voice taking on a much more sultry tone.
“You're going to kill me?” Sebastian fired back, still refusing to show any emotion beyond anger or disgust. But Ciel was aware of the tremor that went down his spine, even if only briefly.
The demon laughs all over again, covering his lips with a fist as he the sound squeaks out.
“Kill you? No, no. Wrong kind of demon,” he doesn't elaborate as he continues, “Such a devoted and Holy figure to all those around you… to taint your white soul with the black of sin… will be so, so delectable.”
Ciel swings his legs around so he can straddle the older man's hips, dancing his fingers up his chest and curling his fingers around the beautiful silver cross that hung from Sebastian’s neck. He purrs lowly, then yanks, bringing Sebastian face to face with him. “You can't hide from me. Lust burns deep within you, and I want to eat it all up, Sebastian.”
Sebastian's breath fans over the demon’s face in small, quick puffs. “No,” he hissed, “I am not one to waver.”
“No?” Ciel asked, tone pitched and sweet.
Sebastian opened his mouth to reply, but found that anything he tried to say was dead on arrival. The sudden sensation of warmth had begun to creep through him like the smoke that was holding him hostage, starting from the pit of his stomach. He became all too aware of the pretty face, with long eyelashes blinking slowly over huge eyes, right in front of him. The soft, unmarked thighs caging his hips. The press of a much smaller body all over him. Delicate hands holding onto his cross like a leash, keeping him a breath away from a pink mouth. It felt like he was tumbling down a hill, and no matter how much he grasped for something to hold onto, there was no traction. Just a straight, slippery slope to Hell.
“Are you doing this to me?” Sebastian finally grits out, hoarse.
“This being…?” Ciel drawled.
It was a question, but the answer was obvious, pressing hard and unrelenting into Ciel's backside.
Sebastian set his jaw firm, teeth grinding as the demon twirled his hips downward. Ciel reached up to bite down on his pointer finger with a mock innocence, sharp canines catching at his bottom lip. “I'm not doing anything, Father. I simply came to confess.”
Sebastian knew he was lying. The dishonesty dripped from every word like poison. It was embarrassing, to become so helpless to a child. A demon. Whatever the fuck else Ciel could have been. Even more embarrassing was the way his throat caught on a choked moan when his skin was touched by cold hands. It was like ice to a burn, so painful and so soothing all at once. Small fingers scraped across his neck, then a smooth palm ran down his nape before resting there. The other hand joined, thumb brushing over his mouth and then cupping at his jaw. Sebastian swallowed the thick air around him, becoming more victim to want than he'd like to admit with every passing second and every single touch.
“Let's call it motivation,” Ciel finally answers the question now, “that warmth that's taking you over.”
Ciel’s hand trails over Sebastian’s jaw, and his fingers eventually tangle into long, black hair. “Give in. You can deny yourself, but I know your desires. I know your needs. It feels good to indulge– so good. So, tell me, why have you chosen to take all that good away from yourself before even having a taste?”
Sebastian's eyes clenched shut. His resolve is crumbling away so fast underneath him that he feels dizzy– teetering right on the edge of the final piece of shaking ground. His daily life was flashing through his head like a presentation, each day feeling more and more monotonous. The same thing, the same people, the same speech, the same God above. It was all just so boring. He begins to question himself, and his Faith. Why had he agreed to this, again? Because someone had wanted him to? Because he adored the God above or because he feared him?
Life was so precious, yet so short. Why did he have to absolve himself of desire for the comfort of those around him who were greedy and indulgent? Every day they came to him, and prayed to the same Lord, but when they were gone to the privacy of closed doors, were insatiable with their consumption of sin.
Sebastian opened his eyes again.
A demon's temptation. Something he swore he'd never suffer at the hands of. The very thing he spent his entire life holding a warning sign to for every passerby of the church.
Allow yourself to be protected by God. Deny the devil's temptation, for it is never as rewarding as His love.
But in this moment, there was no God. There was no blanket of safety, and no overpowering sense of Faith. There was just a demon. So pretty. So soft. So close.
Sebastian wanted. And he wanted as much as he could get.
Pure, carnal desire was thrashing about in his gut, gnawing its way out like a caged animal. Too many years of giving, now he wanted to be the one to take. As if he was breaking free of shackles, he lifted his arm and grabbed Ciel's wrist.
Sebastian had wanted to be disgusted. He'd hope his senses would come to and he'd drop to his knees and beg for forgiveness in his moment of weakness. Instead, he uses his free hand to grip at the back of Ciel's neck and finally bring their mouths together. Nothing was tender, nor chaste. It was immediately open mouths, clicking teeth, and the taste of saccharine honey. Every time the demon's tongue swiped across his lips, or the roof of his mouth, it felt like blazing fire. They puffed hot air into each other, the booth getting more and more humid by the moment. Ciel leaned back first, but only to take Sebastian's lower lip between the sharpness of his teeth, making sure to draw blood before letting go. His tongue was quick to soothe over the wound, a shameless moan pouring from him at the same time.
Their eyes met as they pulled apart.
“You caved just as easily as I expected,” Ciel muttered.
Sebastian doesn't reply. He's not going to speak of his obvious defeat out loud, he was still reeling in the fact that he has reached the point of no return. He was just going to dig himself deeper into the hole until he's buried alive.
Sebastian takes Ciel by the elbow, and twists. The demon comes off his lap, easily being flipped around like a doll, face pressing into the frosted glass of the confessional door. Sebastian envelops his small body from behind, body leaning into the curve of his back like a puzzle piece. His lips drag across the shell of Ciel's ear as he speaks, “You came here to confess, to absolve yourself of sin, so allow me to take them on as my own.”
Sebastian's fingers dig into the flesh of Ciel’s waist, tugging him in closer so his back arches further and his ass is pressed directly onto his erection. The fabric between them is rough, and the feeling is dull through the layers, but it's still enough to elicit a groan from them both. They set a rhythm, rocking together through their clothes like insatiable teenagers. Sebastian is enamored with the view of Ciel below him. A demon, flustered and panting condensation onto the window of a confessional, back dipped down in pure submission to him– to a priest– under God's roof. He wasn't one to wax poetry, but Ciel was truly too beautiful to be a monster.
Sebastian needed more.
He removed his hands from the other's waist, reaching up to Ciel's shoulders and he pushed. The boy fell to his knees instantly, cringing momentarily as the wooden floor met them with no remorse. He turned to gaze up and over his shoulder, Sebastian staring right back down with no light to be found in his eyes. Just dark, dangerous lust. Ciel could've keeled over then and there, satisfied. But demons are greedy. They never know when to stop taking.
In the cramped space between the door and Sebastian's hovering body, Ciel managed to turn himself around. His hands came to settle on the priest's upper thighs, and he pressed his cheek right onto the dampening spot on his trousers. He played into the act– an innocent child who'd come for his forgiveness, and smiled, “Whatever could I do to be pardoned of all my wrongdoing, Father?”
Ciel didn't wait for a reply, instead he placed his mouth over the outline of Sebastian's cock and let his tongue drag over wet, coarse fabric. Sebastian barely twitched, his eye continuing to pierce into Ciel as he put on a show. He flattened his tongue over the bulge, obscene sounds flowing like water as if lapping at the man's clothed dick was ecstasy to him. He doesn't continue for long, unsatisfied and hungry. He pushed the long, draping cassock up until Sebastian took it into his own grip and shed it entirely. It fell to the ground, pooling around Ciel’s small form like a blanket.
The demon took the initiative to continue. He teased his fingers under the belt until it came loose, then the button of the trousers, and then he leaned up onto his knees to take the zipper between his teeth. He tugged it down agonizingly slowly, until the only thing separating him from his prize was the thin cotton of black underwear.
This time he was no longer playing coy. His hands made quick work at the waistband, yanking down on it so hard that there was an audible rip, but there wasn't time to care when he was rewarded with Sebastian's cock and the man let out a sigh of relief above him. It was painfully hard, red and leaking, and much bigger than Ciel could have ever hoped for.
Ciel only allowed himself to ogle for a moment. There were much better things to be done. He made haste to envelop the tip of Sebastian's dick in his mouth and soaked in the groan that he received like it was praise. He lapped his tongue against the slit, reveling in the taste of Sebastian's pure lust. He sucked in his cheeks, swirled his tongue around the entire girth of the man's cock, and mewled through the mouthful. He pulled back, not bothering to break the line of drool that connected them before he zoned right back in. He licked from base to tip, then back down again. Pressed his tongue flat onto the head and dragged. He couldn't help the display he was putting on of being a bitch in heat. Every twitch of Sebastian's cock, every stifled sound he made, every drip of precum that was lapped away as soon as it formed, was as close to Heaven as Ciel was ever getting.
Sebastian, on the other hand, was impatient. His fingers laced into Ciel's hair delicately. The boy leaned into it almost instinctively, eyes fluttering open to look up through long lashes. It made something inside Sebastian twist up until it snapped. He balled his hand into a fist, Ciel's hair tangling with it and causing him to pull off his dick, mouth agape with a small sound of pain. Sebastian took that moment to pull the demon forward at the same time as his hips thrust upwards. He rammed his cock down Ciel’s throat, watching as his eyes flew open and his lips strained to fit around him. The little hands on Sebastian’s thighs dug in, pointed nails tearing right into the skin. But he didn't push, or resist. Instead, his jaw fell lax, and he pointed his wide-eyed stare right up at the man.
Sebastian leaned his free arm against the door, forehead resting on it so he could watch attentively as he fucked in and out of Ciel’s mouth.
His pace was brutal, and Ciel made pitiful sounds with each slam Sebastian’s dick made to the back of his throat. The priest's hand left his hair, continuing his relentless thrusts as his fingers splayed over the demon’s throat. With each push, he felt as the boy's esophagus bulged, full of his cock. There was so much drool flowing down Ciel's chin, and there was the smallest pricking of tears in his eyes. It was all so horrendously erotic that Sebastian felt as if he had to look away, but he was held captive as if he was in a trance.
He was trying to keep himself as composed as possible, making only the smallest, hushed sounds, breathing heavy into the already hot air. However, his body wasn't nearly as easy to control. His movements became sloppier, thrusts turning into random jabs into Ciel's mouth, and his legs were beginning to tremble like he was only seconds away from collapse. He felt like an animal, fucking into the slick heat like it was all instinct. And Ciel just took every violent slam into his mouth like he was made for it.
One more vibrating moan around his cock was all it took for Sebastian's vision to blur, and the world around him to come to a screeching halt. He thrust forward one last time, and didn't recognize his own voice as he groaned, cum spilling down Ciel’s fucked open throat. It felt like he was never going to stop, wave after wave after wave of his intense orgasm poured over him until he swore he was going to drown.
His senses came back slowly, ears ringing loudly as he was able to regain a hold on reality. Ciel came back into view below him, and he slipped his dick from the other's mouth, watching with intensity as spit and cum strung from his red, abused lips. Sebastian didn't think he'd recover, but his cock remained just as distressingly stiff as before. Ciel's tongue swiped over his lips, effectively disconnecting the spittle that was keeping him connected to Sebastian. It was disgusting, and it was arousing– Sebastian despised this demon for every little thing he did.
Sebastian wound his hand into the front of Ciel's shirt, bringing him forcibly back to his feet. Buttons snapped, and the stitching ripped, but neither had it in them to care. He kept him there, silently pressed into the confessional door as they both breathed ruggedly into the other's face.
“Get out,” Sebastian finally mustered, tone heavy.
“Huh?” Ciel grasped, voice gone and still in a daze.
Sebastian didn't repeat himself, and instead he opened the door behind the other. Ciel went tumbling backwards, only held to his feet by the fist in his shirt. His back met the pews with a thud, and during the one moment of stability, he was hoisted into the air like he weighed nothing. His hands found purchase on Sebastian’s shoulders, and his legs wrapped tightly around his waist. He felt the unrelenting press of his cock against the small of his back. It only lasted a moment before he was tossed to the plush seat of the bench. Ciel didn't get a single moment to process anything– Sebastian just continued to manhandle him as he pulled the shorts off his body and tossed them, finishing the job of tearing off his shirt until it joined the sad heap on the ground, too.
Ciel wasn't one to feel shame, especially not in nudity, but the way Sebastian stared his form down like it may be the worst thing he'd seen– well, he couldn't help but clamp his legs shut. Not that he was going to be allowed the grace of dignity, as two large hands pried between his thighs and effectively snapped them right back open.
Ciel was slumped against the seat of the pew, entirely nude aside from his stockings and boots, being observed with scrutiny. His own dick, much smaller but just as achingly hard, was lying against the soft curve of his lower belly, and his ass was practically up in the air on full display. He wasn't sure what to expect next, and it sent a shiver through his body. He was so used to having the power, the control, and the gift of insight. However, somehow he'd chosen the one priest who didn't just bow out and take everything in stride. No, Sebastian was even more of a beast than a demon was. He was unpredictable.
Sebastian eventually made his next move. He shoved his fingers into Ciel’s mouth, rough as he scissored them around his tongue. Ciel hesitantly met each digit with an obedient lick, and then sealed his lips to suck on them. It caused the man to waver ever so slightly, before he was pulling his hand away. His fingers shone with drool, and Ciel only had that small window of time to assume what was to come before they were thrust into him without warning.
“Nngh–!” He whimpered, body jolting upwards as Sebastian drilled his fingers in and out of his ass like he was in a rush. They twisted, curled, and scissored open and close inside of him, brushing in all the right places with every inward plunge. Ciel's mouth dropped open stupidly as he panted, the carpeted seat of the pew rubbing his body raw as he rocked against it. He reached with a shaky hand towards his cock, but was quickly intercepted before he could even come close to touching himself. His wrist was pinned down forcefully, that same sensation of rug burn gnawing into his skin. He choked out a sob, unsure if he hurt from the rub or felt mind numbingly amazing from the fingers inside of him.
Everything about Sebastian dwarfed him in a way that made him feel equally pitiful and excited. His dick, his hands, fingers, stature, physique. “Oh God,” he garbled, head lolling into the backrest.
Sebastian was fingering Ciel like it was a chore. Like it was boring, tedious, even, and he wanted to get it done quickly.
That’s what it seemed on the outside, at least.
Below the surface, he couldn't get enough. Everything about Ciel from his lips, to his chest, to his hole that was stretched deliciously around Sebastian's fingers was pink. He was flushed an equally pretty shade of the color, and it set so well on the pale of his skin. It made him feel like a candy that you could never have just one of.
His hair had become a horrendous mess, the previously well put together and pristine outfit now destroyed. His once unmarked skin held bruises, and small abrasions. The ribbon around his neck had begun to unfurl. To turn a cocky little demon into such a pathetic creature, well… Sebastian found that to be more rewarding than denying him ever could have been.
He slipped his fingers out of the boy suddenly, and Ciel whined underneath him at the loss.
Sebastian didn't waste any time in continuing. His hands cupped under the demon’s thighs, pushing until his knees bracketed his head against the pew. Ciel barely even flinched at the bend, just flexed his legs underneath the hold until he relaxed. The priest kept him pinned there with one hand, silently ordering the other leg be held up by the demon himself. He obeyed instantly, and Sebastian couldn't help but chortle.
“You have been so compliant, my child,” he mused, dark and under his breath, “I feel as though forgiveness is truly obtainable for you.”
“Thank you, Father,” Ciel rasped, and then his voice pitched up into a nearly silent scream as Sebastian got down, positioned himself, and in one harsh thrust, buried his cock to the hilt inside of him. His hand slipped against his leg, but Sebastian was quick to replace it with his own again. He kept Ciel restrained against the bench, the demon's hands falling in place right under Sebastian's in need of something to hold onto. He fell into a pace quick, dick railing in and out of Ciel with so much force he felt the pew wobbling with them. Each thrust punched another needy sound out of Ciel, his voice straining still from the prior abuse to his throat. He was a sight to be seen, much more beautiful than any passage of script Sebastian had ever read. Eyes entirely hazed over, deep flush on his full cheeks, a layer of sweat across his body that was blooming in marks like red roses from every harsh touch placed on his delicate form, lips open and wet with spit, pink tongue dripping drool down his chin and torso.
Sebastian gripped harder, making sure the indents of his fingers would remain on Ciel's body for days to come, fucking into him with an insatiable greed. He knew Ciel was a demon, knew this probably wasn't something new to him, but he still selfishly wanted him to remember what it was like to be full of Sebastian. To know the stretch of his cock inside of him, and never be satisfied by anything else again. He wanted to shove him away into that confessional booth and lock the door, never letting him be had by another. His head was foggy with mine, mine, mine, and it only spurred him on. His rhythm caught speed, and he allowed Ciel to hold his own legs again as he instead opted to wrap around the boy's waist. It was so small he could practically wrap all the way around it. He wanted to tear him apart.
Sebastian dug his nails into Ciel, pushing and pulling at his body, using him like a toy for his own want. He was sucking Sebastian in each push, and tightening with each pull, like not having Sebastian's dick inside of him was agony. He was warm, and tight, and so malleable to every position he was mauled into.
Sebastian slowed his pace, instead opting to fuck deeper, and harder. The church was quiet all over again, and the sound of skin on skin and Ciel's gasps and moans echoed around them so loudly, he wondered just how far it could be heard. To think, in this very place someone had sat and clutched their Bible to their chest while they prayed– and now it was Ciel in their place, a demon, debauched and slamming into the cushions as he was filled to the brim– by a priest.
He'd come here with the intention of tainting the place. Sebastian just never guessed he'd be so eager to comply in the blasphemy.
Sebastian slid entirely out of Ciel on an outward thrust, causing the demon to open his eyes and babble out an incoherent protest.
“Hush,” Sebastian scolded, once again lifting the other into his arms. Ciel was in a complete daze, holding on limply as he was toted off to yet another area of the church. He vaguely recognized as they passed all the pews, then the lectern, and continued on towards the back wall. His eyes were still flitting about when he was finally put down, and he jumped with a hissing intake of air through his teeth when his back met a cold surface. He arched off the table, his burning skin taking painfully long to adjust to the chilled, hard top.
Ciel slowly eased his body down, and found himself being jolted back into the present when he was loomed over, and the metal cross that hung from Sebastian’s neck bumped into his nose. He took a moment, and peered to his right and left. There were candles, and flowers, and a gold vase sitting around him. A single cross had toppled over when he'd been set down. An altar. He had been laid on an altar. He turned back to Sebastian, necklace still swaying in his face.
Oh, this was just beyond enjoyable for Ciel now.
He opened his mouth, and caught the metal cross between his teeth, lips curling into a devious smile around it. His hand came to wrap around Sebastian's forearm, where he had caged Ciel in against the altar.
“Please, feel free to partake fully in the offering,” Ciel muttered around the cross, kicking his legs up so they could wrap around Sebastian's hips and pull him in.
Sebastian was quick to take the demon up on that. He pushed right back into Ciel easily, and kept his focus right on his face as it contorted and he keened around the necklace. No time was wasted, Sebastian immediately was back to driving into the small body beneath him with no remorse. Ciel's hands slipped up and down his arms, going from gripping to shaking against him. The heels of his boots dug sharply into Sebastian’s back, and the favor was returned with a grip around his waist again.
The altar swayed dangerously against their movements, the candles tipped over, and the vase clattered to the floor. But they both paid no mind to any of it, just each other.
Ciel arched himself up so that he could watch as Sebastian's cock pistoned into him over, and over again. Admired how every time the priest would bury himself deep into him, Ciel’s stomach would bulge just ever so slightly. It drove him insane, and he dropped his head back, placing a hand on himself to feel just how incredibly full Sebastian was making him.
It didn't go unnoticed by the latter, either. Only sent him spiraling further into his depravity as he lifted Ciel's legs so they rested on his shoulders. He sunk deeper, fucked harder, watching as his cock continued to punch up into the same spot on the boy’s lower abdomen.
“Ah–ahh—” Ciel released the cross from his lips as he whined, both hands flying up to grab onto Sebastian's arms with biting force, “I'm so– s-so– God.” He began to ramble between huffs of air and moans, his entire body starting to quiver violently enough to rattle whatever remained on the altar around him. His brows furrowed upwards, knees tried to buckle around Sebastian's neck. He sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, and bit down, his sounds becoming more desperate and far more loud than before.
Ciel was just stunning. Sebastian loathed him so horribly, but he wanted everything about him captured in the forefront of his mind forever. He dropped to his elbows, closing in on Ciel to press his lips under his ear. His teeth grazed the spot, and he sucked a bruise to the top of the skin. The pretty noises continued to bubble right out of the demon, and Sebastian felt as he tilted his head and his hand darted up to take hold at the nape of his neck. He continued to bite his way down, leaving mark after mark, soothing his tongue over them and even placing his lips on them sweetly.
It was such a gentle contrast to how he never stopped fucking into Ciel without any semblance of pace or rhythm anymore. All he had left in him was a cloudy daze of want, and desire. He knew Ciel wanted him to touch his own cock, lying untouched and oozing between them, only getting occasional friction from the fabric of Sebastian’s shirt rubbing against it. But the priest refused. He was going to get off from being used from the inside out alone.
Sebastian’s endeavor of biting into the column of Ciel’s neck came to a stop, and instead he focused all he had left into burying himself inside the other. He kept his face pressed into the crook of the demon’s neck, groaning and panting hotly into the small space.
Ciel wasn't lasting much longer. That was made apparent in the way that everything that came out of his mouth made no sense, and how he’d wrapped both his arms so tightly around Sebastian's shoulders, he felt as though he may suffocate against the boy’s body. He was trembling violently, hole clenching so tightly around Sebastian's dick he could barely move in and out of him anymore.
It was loud with the table creaking, practically fighting for its life, Ciel keening into the usually silent church, and Sebastian's hips meeting Ciel's ass with a reverberating slap every single time.
Then, he screamed.
“I– nn– Sebastian–!”
Ciel's tremors briefly came to an end, as he wrapped himself tightly around Sebastian's body. A wet warmth exploded between them as Ciel came across his and Sebastian's stomach. He tightened up around the other's cock, but he pushed through and continued fuck the boy through his orgasm. The shaking started up again shortly, once he was spent and collapsed against the altar.
However, Sebastian wasn't letting him tap out here. Briefly pulling out of the other, he flipped Ciel's limp body over, and forced his ass into the air. The demon’s upper half remained a dead weight, but he was able to hold himself up just enough with his rattling thighs for Sebastian to plunge back in. Ciel yelped all over again, and sobbed with every thrust into his body as the overstimulation started to take its effect on him.
It didn't take long. Between Ciel's squeezing grip on his cock, and his entirely shot voice continuing to whimper his name into the tabletop, Sebastian was a goner. With a final thrust in, he doubled over Ciel's form, face pressing into the arch of his back, and spilled into him just as hard as he had into his mouth.
Ciel's hand weakly found his, and interlaced with his fingers, bringing both their hands to his lower abdomen Ciel was swollen with the press of his dick, still. It made them both shiver.
The final wash of Sebastian's orgasm came and went, and as he slid out of Ciel for the final time, he fell immediately onto the floor. He sat there, and huffed, attempting to catch up with his pounding heart. On the altar, Ciel was a tangled mess, his body heaving up and down equally as hard.
Once Sebastian had managed to come to again, breathing normally and very aware of the cum drying to his shirt, he looked around him. The church was now covered in a glow of blue and purple, as the moon’s reflected light came through the stained glass. Everything was still, silent. There would be no sign of anyone being there if not for the single crooked pew, the swung open door of the confessional, and the entirely destroyed altar.
Not to mention, Ciel lying atop it…
When Sebastian turned, the altar was devoid of anything beyond its mess now.
The priest whipped his head around as he heard the sound of the door. He jumped to his feet, attempting to stuff himself back into his clothes and make everything look presentable again. But he stopped, arms falling to his sides as heels came tapping down the aisle.
At the very front row of the pews, Ciel sat perfectly in the center, his hands laced in prayer. His clothes were perfectly in place and pressed. His big eyes, now blue once more, were only intensified under the light flowing through the stained glass. His hair was tidy, his socks and shoes still impeccably clean.
He crossed his legs, and looked up at Sebastian past his interlocked hands, an evilly satisfied grin on his face.
“Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.”