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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      How_to_Train_Your_Dragon_(Movies), Dragons:_Riders_of_Berk_(Cartoon)
  Relationship:
      Snotlout_Jorgenson/Dagur_the_Deranged
  Character:
      Snotlout_Jorgenson, Dagur_the_Deranged
  Additional Tags:
      sacrilegious, Blasphemy, anal_penetration, Oral_Sex, Modern_AU, Slash,
      Religious_Content, religious_hallucination, Verbal_Humiliation
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-03-08 Words: 1417
****** Let Divinity Fill You ******
by CrawlingFlesh
Summary
     Slash; PWP. Underage. Vague reference of past child abuse. One
     Shot??? Modern AU, please see tags; check author's note for
     additional information.
     Snotlout was never a religious person but always makes sure to attend
     the services at his local Catholic church, but only to please his
     'God'.
Notes
     Modern AU: Snotlout and Dagur are both between the ages of 14 and 17
     and have a pre-established relationship with each other. I see Dagur
     and Snotlout as both being mentally ill, respectively Snotlout having
     ptsd from various traumas and Dagur experiencing psychosis. There is
     some reference to these in this fic but also things may not
     necessarily touch upon these things. There is some mention/reference
     to past child abuse pertaining to Snotlout; something I may cover
     more clearly in a different fic. Because of the AU characters may be
     ooc, please understand.
     Additional note: Thank you to my spouse for helping me clean up the
     mess and being a great beta.
See the end of the work for more notes
Snotlout was only familiar with the workings of the Catholic church because of
his father. Whenever his dad was too lazy to punish the boy himself, he would
take him to the church near the local high school. The young Jorgenson learned
to fear the holy place, holding so many memories of shame and pain; also the
short period of when he had to stay there as a runaway. The church did him no
favors, the fathers punishing him while the sisters screamed for them to stop
or let him be released to them. Such encounters encouraged him to always carry
a rosary to avoid punishment or at least make it go by quicker. Despite all the
fear and mistrust, he enjoyed coming to the chapel; although not necessarily
for the reasons anyone expected.
Now that he was older, the church was a more convenient place for him, being at
the corner of the school he was currently attending. Usually the steeples were
empty and only sometimes did he happen to waltz in when an actual sermon was
proceeding. Snot often got away with lighting up in the church and when the
fathers came to try and find the origin of the smell, he tucked himself away in
the confessional. But there was also another reason... In the back of the
church, a place that was nearly forgotten about, was a three stalled bathroom.
Of course it was nothing special but quite old; only significant to Snot and
those who knew about it. The stall at the end was always locked for whatever
reason, the only way inside was to crawl over the seven foot wooden door. The
stall next to it had a metal covering on the wall but was available as was the
first stall. Although strange, nothing significant to most.
Only to Snotlout.
He walked into the second stall and closed the door, knocking on the wooden
frame a few times that connected to the third. He heard movement, then a soft
but playful voice that called to him in a sing-song tone, “Who is your God?”
“That which pities the heathens.”
There was more movement, for a moment before a gleeful laugh. The dark haired
boy bit his lip as he listened, feeling such excitement at what he knew was to
come. “Chastity is a virtue, you know; God is watching,” His angelic voice
chimed.
Snotlout could feel his erection start to press against his jeans as he began
to sweat. “Fornication is not a sin when it’s with God…” Snotlout felt so
foolish, so shameful as his cock began to throb. He hated that in this place,
the house of the Lord, only then could he get the saving he really needed. The
metal panel on the wall slid open and a thick cock pushed through it with balls
gently hanging over the open panel; red pubic hair visible.
Snot couldn’t physically see the other’s face in the stall next to him but he
could practically feel his smile; desperately wanting to please him. His own
dick throbbed more so now as he stared at the erection for a moment, moving in
front of it as a drop of precum squeezed out of its opening. “Pray to your
God.” A shiver went down his spine before pulling out the rosary from his front
pocket, wrapping it around his hand and wrist before collapsing to his knees,
looking at the magnificent cock before him. He licked the head and withdrew for
a moment at the taste of the thick juice now dripping almost freely, motioning
to try again and swirled his tongue around the head as his fingers moving over
the prayer beads. The brunette took it into his mouth then, moaning as his free
hand took out of his own hard length, Snotlout stroking himself as he began to
bob his head.
He moved his fingers over the beads slightly quicker as his tongue flicked and
licked, moaning the prayer of forgiveness as he stroked himself faster. The
person in the neighboring stall whined and whimpered softly, their noises so
delicate in comparison to his own. Snot took more of him into his mouth, doing
his best to keep praying and began to clutch the rosary, stroking himself even
faster as he started to find breathing difficult. Saliva freely dripped from
his lips and chin as he worked the dick in his mouth, sucking more before
focusing on the head as he licked and kissed it; the other man moaning
Snotlout’s name and scratching the wooden panel between them. The young
Jorgenson took enough for a breath before deep throating him and moaning
louder, instead of praying nearly begging God and any who would listen or could
hear him for the other to cum.
Suddenly then the cock pulled back out of Snot’s mouth and through the hole,
causing him to gag with surprise. It was then that he heard the neighboring
stall unlock and open, his own stall doing the same. An older boy with red
braided hair was the one he had been praying to all this time, Snotlout had met
him before; he was one of the former choir boys.
“Turn around, Snotlout; let divinity fill you.”
His dick twitched at the command and he already knew what to expect at that
point, more than eager yet so embarrassed. Snot pulled down his pants and
leaned against the tank of the toilet, finding it difficult to keep from
feeling such shame but his erection felt differently. It took a moment before
Dagur grabbed the brunnette’s hips, spreading his ass and moved the slick head
to poke at Snotlout’s asshole before pushing inside him. He gasped as the
larger teen entered him and at the feeling of his balls pressing against his
ass, biting his lip as Dagur thrust his long cock into him. Snotlout’s face was
completely flushed, gasping and whimpering as the redhead grazed his prostate
with each thrust, only encouraging his noises when he felt a rough hand
stroking his cock. “Oh fuck…”
“Give me six Hail Marys for that one, you filthy heretic...”
Through his moans and pleadings, the younger boy obeyed although struggling
while holding his rosary tighter; his voice raising every time his uncut cock
rubbed against him. Barely able to complete the fourth, he broke his prayer.
“Please God, let me cum, please I’m begging you… I want you to cleanse me, God,
please let me do it…”
The redhead now leaned over Snotlout’s small frame as he began pounding
viciously into him, holding his hips in place as he did but not for the
brunette’s satisfaction. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he held himself
back, waiting to be allowed to cum by His Holiness. Dagur pulled out of
Snotlout unexpectedly and grabbed his hair, forcing him to turn and look at him
as he put a foot on the toilet under the teen. The taller boy stroked himself
furiously until he came hard with a whimper onto the other’s face, loving the
mortification that came with it being coated in his cum.
Snotlout’s cock still ached for attention but Dagur didn’t forget. He lubed up
two fingers of his before thrusting them in and out of Snot’s ass, deciding to
focus on his prostate as he squatted and started to suck the Jorgenson off. It
was too much for him and he was so sensitive now that the brunette came only a
moment later into Dagur’s mouth; the other boy swallowing every single drop. He
stood again to look at the younger teen, that huge smile on his face once
again. “Your first Holy Communion. I’m so proud.” The redhead took out his
phone then to take a picture of the other boy, smiling still before handing him
a communion cloth to wipe his face; Snotlout snatching it from him. He felt so
filthy but yet so alive, silently looking at Dagur and would try to speak
before being interrupted, “The next sermon is tomorrow after choir, if you wish
to come again and atone for your sins.”
Whenever the Lord nudged or suggested he attend services, Snotlout always made
time to attend regardless and was a loyal boy to His God. Snotlout’s God had
red hair and cleansed him, stripping him of anger and fear only to flush his
body with indignation, regret but also happiness. Snotlout was always to
attend; for at least an hour, his soul was saved.
 
End Notes
     sorry im gay
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