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blood_wingedTitle: Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.
Genre: Romance/PWP.
Characters/Pairing: America, England. USUK
Rating/Warnings: M. Oral, language, blasphemy..?
Summary: Alfred has always indulged Arthur's kinks, but is a sexual act in a church confessional a step too far..? Of course not.
“When you said you wanted to go to confession I didn’t think this was what you had in mind,” Alfred mumbled nervously as Arthur glanced around the deserted church, quietly closing the door behind them. The English nation cast a cheeky grin up at the younger man, squeezing his hand lightly and drawing him up the aisle. It was surreal, almost spooky, the moonlight from outside shining in through the stained glass windows, saints staring down at them in a way that made Alfred sure he was being judged. He swallowed, half stumbling in his reluctance as Arthur pulled him along.
Something was wrong about this, a church was not a place to have sex at the best of times (though he couldn’t for the life of him think what the ‘best’ time to have sex in a church might be), least of all if they were in a relationship that went against the teachings of the religion. Although it had been a long time since Alfred had been entirely Christian, there were some things he hadn’t been able to shake off, not to mention that it was just… it just… it wasn’t right.
The problem had been that he hadn’t been able to refuse Arthur anything since they had finally admitted their feelings for each other. Usually, Arthur was patient, and he had taken his time in introducing Alfred to new and exciting things that they could enjoy together, but this moved to a whole new level. He wondered how long his lover had been planning this, and then decided that it didn’t really matter, because the fact that he’d thought of it at all was kinky as hell and he had said yes before the more sensible part of his mind could even think to refuse.
“Relax, love,” Arthur said, flashing him another of those grins, the kind that went straight to Alfred’s stomach and made it flip over. Half of him hated that Arthur could do that to him with just a smile, but the other half, the far noisier half that loved Arthur so very much didn’t even give a damn. “There’s no one here. Think of it as an adventure.”
“My ideas of adventure involve leaping off tall buildings and running away from large boulders and people who want to steal my heart,” replied the taller blonde. “Not… sodomy in a church.”
Arthur rolled his eyes, pulling the curtain of the confessional box back and making a gesture for the other man to get inside. Pursing his lips slightly, Alfred sat down in the small space and looked up as Arthur joined him, closing his eyes briefly as a quick kiss was dropped on his lips.
“Don’t worry, we’re not going to have sex.”
“W… we’re not?”
“I do have some class, Alfred, give me a little credit.” Arthur kissed him again, and he responded warmly, a little more relaxed by the knowledge that they weren’t going to disgrace a house of god by sinning right next to the altar. The next words out of the other man’s mouth sent a simultaneous chill and hot flush through him, and not for the first time he wondered how Arthur could say such things without even turning pink (when something as simple as a compliment would turn him beet red). “I’m going to suck you off, then we’re going to go home and you’re going to let me fuck you over the new kitchen worktops. Alright?”
“O… ka-aaah fuck Arthur-“ The English nation had dropped to his knees, and it took little more than the feeling of his hands, his fingers at the buttons of his jeans to send Alfred’s pulse skyrocketing. He swallowed hard, and gripped the edge of the uncomfortable seat, pressing his back against the wood of the confessional box. “Arthur, maybe we shouldn-nnn… do this h-here?”
His voice must have lifted two octaves on the last word, as Arthur opened his jeans and yanked them down a little way, almost pulling Alfred from his precarious perch. He almost-but-not-quite regretted wearing boxers with buttons up the front today, as Arthur made quick work of them and he couldn’t watch, his face feeling as if it was on fire as he focused on one dark corner of the small space.
He felt the faint warmth of Arthur’s breath before anything else, already half-hard with an excitement that he would have emphatically denied had he been questioned about it, and the hairs on his arms and the back of his neck stood on end, sending pleasant shivers over his body. Arthur gripped the base of his length and he whined softly, trying to catch the sound in his throat before it escaped and failing, hearing a low chuckle from between his legs.
“Stop it, this isn’t funny,” he hissed, finally looking down. He could barely make out the top of Arthur’s head, that mop of messy blonde hair, and he lifted a hand to touch it, weaving his fingers slowly through the soft strands. “What if we get caught?”
“I’ve been caught before,” Arthur murmured. “And you don’t seem terribly eager to stop me, sweetheart.”
Alfred had to admit that Arthur had him there. Despite how very wrong all of this felt… he wanted to do it. Life was all about experience, right? Well, this was certainly an experience. He patted the top of Arthur’s head gently, realising then that the man had been waiting for him, and Arthur let out a quiet ‘hmn’ sound before he shifted, and took the head of his lover’s length into his mouth.
“Oh, God,” Alfred whispered, closing his eyes and knocking his head back against the box. He gripped Arthur’s hair, his toes curling and hips twitching forwards as a slow, tingling heat began to curl through his body. Shuddering, his lips parted and he loosed a short, panting breath as the tip of Arthur’s tongue hit all of the right places, working his way slowly down the rapidly hardening flesh in his hand. His teeth scraped lightly and Alfred jerked, gaining a light slap to his thigh as a reproach. Words began to pass his lips, soft and breathless, and when they reached a volume that Arthur could hear he felt him still for a moment, before renewing his efforts with a kind of vigour that made Alfred think he was actually getting off on it.
“Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee—nngh… hn… b-blessed art thou amongst women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb—Jesus, Arthur!” Too loud, he realised a split second later, and he bit his lower lip, tasting copper on his tongue. His hips twitched again, slower this time, and Arthur moved to compensate, making several obscene sounds in the back of his throat that seemed to echo and went straight to that curling feeling of heat in Alfred’s gut.
It was still wrong, and he couldn’t help but imagine that they were going to be punished in some way for this. It was wrong and it was… unholy but fucking hell the church always said that God was Love and if God was going to be intolerant of an act of love in his house then Alfred was just going to flip him off.
His toes curled again, feet shifting restlessly as he twisted his hips and removed his hand from Arthur’s hair to scrabble for a hold on the small sill below the meshed window beside him. He whined and gasped, letting out several words that could have been ‘please’ but may have also sounded something like ‘fuck’ or ‘hurry up’, and then he was losing it, curling forwards and holding Arthur’s head down with both hands, spilling into his throat even though he knew that Arthur hated that when he wasn’t warned but to hell with it all they were doing this in a church and Arthur owed him this.
It only lasted a moment, then Arthur struggled and pushed Alfred off him, sitting back and coughing, an annoyed scowl on his face as he pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his mouth. Alfred mustered up the best innocent expression that he could, and something about the big-eyed look along with flushed cheeks and a slightly damp hairline must have done it for Arthur because he shook his head and coughed again, then stood up and pressed a lingering kiss to Alfred’s lips. He tasted of salt and something else faintly unpleasant and Alfred screwed his nose up, dropping his hands into his lap to fix his clothes.
Arthur checked his watch, and poked his head out of the confessional.
“Can you walk?” he asked, and Alfred experimented by moving his legs, the jelly-like feeling not quite gone but enough that he would be able to stand up.
“Of course I can.”
“Good. Come on, let’s get out of here before the five o’ clock mass.”
“Right…” Alfred got up, following Arthur out into the church. He didn’t look back, but he could almost feel Jesus’ eyes on his back as they made their way down the centre aisle hand in hand. “Are we still having sex when we get home?”
“After that performance?” Glancing up at him, Arthur smiled. “We certainly are, but you’re driving.”
Genre: Romance/PWP.
Characters/Pairing: America, England. USUK
Rating/Warnings: M. Oral, language, blasphemy..?
Summary: Alfred has always indulged Arthur's kinks, but is a sexual act in a church confessional a step too far..? Of course not.
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“When you said you wanted to go to confession I didn’t think this was what you had in mind,” Alfred mumbled nervously as Arthur glanced around the deserted church, quietly closing the door behind them. The English nation cast a cheeky grin up at the younger man, squeezing his hand lightly and drawing him up the aisle. It was surreal, almost spooky, the moonlight from outside shining in through the stained glass windows, saints staring down at them in a way that made Alfred sure he was being judged. He swallowed, half stumbling in his reluctance as Arthur pulled him along.
Something was wrong about this, a church was not a place to have sex at the best of times (though he couldn’t for the life of him think what the ‘best’ time to have sex in a church might be), least of all if they were in a relationship that went against the teachings of the religion. Although it had been a long time since Alfred had been entirely Christian, there were some things he hadn’t been able to shake off, not to mention that it was just… it just… it wasn’t right.
The problem had been that he hadn’t been able to refuse Arthur anything since they had finally admitted their feelings for each other. Usually, Arthur was patient, and he had taken his time in introducing Alfred to new and exciting things that they could enjoy together, but this moved to a whole new level. He wondered how long his lover had been planning this, and then decided that it didn’t really matter, because the fact that he’d thought of it at all was kinky as hell and he had said yes before the more sensible part of his mind could even think to refuse.
“Relax, love,” Arthur said, flashing him another of those grins, the kind that went straight to Alfred’s stomach and made it flip over. Half of him hated that Arthur could do that to him with just a smile, but the other half, the far noisier half that loved Arthur so very much didn’t even give a damn. “There’s no one here. Think of it as an adventure.”
“My ideas of adventure involve leaping off tall buildings and running away from large boulders and people who want to steal my heart,” replied the taller blonde. “Not… sodomy in a church.”
Arthur rolled his eyes, pulling the curtain of the confessional box back and making a gesture for the other man to get inside. Pursing his lips slightly, Alfred sat down in the small space and looked up as Arthur joined him, closing his eyes briefly as a quick kiss was dropped on his lips.
“Don’t worry, we’re not going to have sex.”
“W… we’re not?”
“I do have some class, Alfred, give me a little credit.” Arthur kissed him again, and he responded warmly, a little more relaxed by the knowledge that they weren’t going to disgrace a house of god by sinning right next to the altar. The next words out of the other man’s mouth sent a simultaneous chill and hot flush through him, and not for the first time he wondered how Arthur could say such things without even turning pink (when something as simple as a compliment would turn him beet red). “I’m going to suck you off, then we’re going to go home and you’re going to let me fuck you over the new kitchen worktops. Alright?”
“O… ka-aaah fuck Arthur-“ The English nation had dropped to his knees, and it took little more than the feeling of his hands, his fingers at the buttons of his jeans to send Alfred’s pulse skyrocketing. He swallowed hard, and gripped the edge of the uncomfortable seat, pressing his back against the wood of the confessional box. “Arthur, maybe we shouldn-nnn… do this h-here?”
His voice must have lifted two octaves on the last word, as Arthur opened his jeans and yanked them down a little way, almost pulling Alfred from his precarious perch. He almost-but-not-quite regretted wearing boxers with buttons up the front today, as Arthur made quick work of them and he couldn’t watch, his face feeling as if it was on fire as he focused on one dark corner of the small space.
He felt the faint warmth of Arthur’s breath before anything else, already half-hard with an excitement that he would have emphatically denied had he been questioned about it, and the hairs on his arms and the back of his neck stood on end, sending pleasant shivers over his body. Arthur gripped the base of his length and he whined softly, trying to catch the sound in his throat before it escaped and failing, hearing a low chuckle from between his legs.
“Stop it, this isn’t funny,” he hissed, finally looking down. He could barely make out the top of Arthur’s head, that mop of messy blonde hair, and he lifted a hand to touch it, weaving his fingers slowly through the soft strands. “What if we get caught?”
“I’ve been caught before,” Arthur murmured. “And you don’t seem terribly eager to stop me, sweetheart.”
Alfred had to admit that Arthur had him there. Despite how very wrong all of this felt… he wanted to do it. Life was all about experience, right? Well, this was certainly an experience. He patted the top of Arthur’s head gently, realising then that the man had been waiting for him, and Arthur let out a quiet ‘hmn’ sound before he shifted, and took the head of his lover’s length into his mouth.
“Oh, God,” Alfred whispered, closing his eyes and knocking his head back against the box. He gripped Arthur’s hair, his toes curling and hips twitching forwards as a slow, tingling heat began to curl through his body. Shuddering, his lips parted and he loosed a short, panting breath as the tip of Arthur’s tongue hit all of the right places, working his way slowly down the rapidly hardening flesh in his hand. His teeth scraped lightly and Alfred jerked, gaining a light slap to his thigh as a reproach. Words began to pass his lips, soft and breathless, and when they reached a volume that Arthur could hear he felt him still for a moment, before renewing his efforts with a kind of vigour that made Alfred think he was actually getting off on it.
“Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee—nngh… hn… b-blessed art thou amongst women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb—Jesus, Arthur!” Too loud, he realised a split second later, and he bit his lower lip, tasting copper on his tongue. His hips twitched again, slower this time, and Arthur moved to compensate, making several obscene sounds in the back of his throat that seemed to echo and went straight to that curling feeling of heat in Alfred’s gut.
It was still wrong, and he couldn’t help but imagine that they were going to be punished in some way for this. It was wrong and it was… unholy but fucking hell the church always said that God was Love and if God was going to be intolerant of an act of love in his house then Alfred was just going to flip him off.
His toes curled again, feet shifting restlessly as he twisted his hips and removed his hand from Arthur’s hair to scrabble for a hold on the small sill below the meshed window beside him. He whined and gasped, letting out several words that could have been ‘please’ but may have also sounded something like ‘fuck’ or ‘hurry up’, and then he was losing it, curling forwards and holding Arthur’s head down with both hands, spilling into his throat even though he knew that Arthur hated that when he wasn’t warned but to hell with it all they were doing this in a church and Arthur owed him this.
It only lasted a moment, then Arthur struggled and pushed Alfred off him, sitting back and coughing, an annoyed scowl on his face as he pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his mouth. Alfred mustered up the best innocent expression that he could, and something about the big-eyed look along with flushed cheeks and a slightly damp hairline must have done it for Arthur because he shook his head and coughed again, then stood up and pressed a lingering kiss to Alfred’s lips. He tasted of salt and something else faintly unpleasant and Alfred screwed his nose up, dropping his hands into his lap to fix his clothes.
Arthur checked his watch, and poked his head out of the confessional.
“Can you walk?” he asked, and Alfred experimented by moving his legs, the jelly-like feeling not quite gone but enough that he would be able to stand up.
“Of course I can.”
“Good. Come on, let’s get out of here before the five o’ clock mass.”
“Right…” Alfred got up, following Arthur out into the church. He didn’t look back, but he could almost feel Jesus’ eyes on his back as they made their way down the centre aisle hand in hand. “Are we still having sex when we get home?”
“After that performance?” Glancing up at him, Arthur smiled. “We certainly are, but you’re driving.”
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Date: 2011-11-02 08:58 am (UTC)I actually laughed out loud reading that comment. Aaah.. <3333
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Date: 2011-11-02 10:24 am (UTC)....
*stunned speechless or not really* That...just made me feel extremely dirty.
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Date: 2011-11-02 10:28 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-11-02 11:54 am (UTC)But I enjoyed this fic! It's nice reading about America's apprehensions.
Is rather obviously still a bit Puritan.Thank you so much for sharing this on lj.
Now I have to go pray. And I don't think I will look at a confessional in the same way again for a while.XD(no subject)
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