Heero kneeled onto the padded bar with a soft creak of leather. Duo watched with tight breath as he crossed himself and clasped his hands together in prayer, resting them up on the ledge in Duo's line of sight. Between his fingers, he had threaded a simple rosary, done in unpolished silver with white adornments, letting the crucifix dangle in the gap between his wrists as bowed his head.
"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. It's been twenty-four hours since my last confession. In that time, I've had impure thoughts about a man. I… dreamt about him again last night. He made me feel things I'd never felt before."
Duo swallowed thick at this latest installment in Heero's series of confessions about his dreams and desires, remembering how yesterday's had left him aching for an hour underneath his cassock. He tugged his braid out from behind his back and over his shoulder to worry at the ends. "It was just a dream, Heero," he tried. Perhaps that could offer him some solace.
"I thought so, too, at first, but now…" Heero hesitated, catching Duo’s attention from the corner of his eyes. He looked pinker than usual, flushed and ruddy in his cheeks. "The dreams are getting more vivid every night. They have been for weeks. Last night, I dreamt of him in bed with me, open to me as I licked every inch of his body until he quivered and cried my name."
It was him. The voice that had confessed to him every day for weeks, the voice that had replayed in his mind all afternoon after his visits, reciting the debauched confessions that Duo was not supposed to be thinking about, especially not inside holy walls. The voice that was attached to piercing blue eyes, the ones that seemed to watch him through the partition, calling to him, tempting him…
My notes: Blazing hot smut with a touch of blasphemy. Don't miss the amazing, absolutely NSFW art that goes with it by ghost_proof!