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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, No_Archive_Warnings_Apply, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Kuroshitsuji_|_Black_Butler
  Relationship:
      Ciel_Phantomhive/William_T._Spears
  Character:
      Ciel_Phantomhive, William_T._Spears
  Additional Tags:
      Yaoi, Black_Butler_-_Freeform, Revelations
  Series:
      Part 3 of Cielliam_Collaboration
  Collections:
      Kuroshitsuji_Kink_Meme_Fills, Kuroshitsuji_Central
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-11-22 Words: 5635
****** Tithes ******
by AnimeCujo
Summary
     Ciel Phantomhive has always been able to confide in Father Spears for
     anything and everything, however, erotic dreams have been plaguing
     the innocent youth as of late. Will he be able to tell the holy man
     all about them? And what will this priest do once it is revealed that
     he is the subject of the infatuation? (One-shot based on the fanfic
     characters from Revelations)
Notes
     This one-shot does not exist in the plot of Revelations, but is a
     side story to it; an alternate time line. If you have read
     Revelations, then you will understand and already be familiar with
     the back story of the characters, and if you haven't and plan on
     reading it, just keep in mind that this never happened in that story.
     Thanks for taking the time and I hope you enjoy this lovely work.
  This work was inspired by
      Revelations by AnimeCujo
Ciel Phantomhive stared down at his hands, nervously twisting them in his lap.
The rhythmic sound of the old grandfather clock ticked on in the office, the
metronome keeping perfect time and only exacerbating the silence that stretched
on. Sitting on the familiar love seat, green eyes peered at him from across the
room, the priest patiently waiting for the young angel to divulge whatever was
bothering him.
"Ummm, yeah," he mumbled, face heating up as he chanced a glance at Father
Spears.
The calm and stoic expression of the holy man was the same as always and it
only further cemented the fact the difference in their age and maturity. Cobalt
eyes quickly averted themselves back to the fumbling digits, small teeth
worrying into a plump lower lip.
Ciel had just turned 15 a few months prior, his birthday celebration the usual
bittersweet event it always was since it the date also marked the murder of his
parents years earlier. The young man was still dealing with their passing,
emotional and psychological wounds in the process of healing, but he was on his
way to becoming a well-adjusted adult. With the help of Father Spears, Ciel had
found safety and security once more and he looked towards the man for advice
and guidance in everything; up until now.
"Ciel, there is obviously something on your mind." He spoke in a firm, but
gentle tone, trying to put the youth at ease. It wasn't like the young man to
be so closed off and reticent, and the new attitude worried the priest. Leaning
forward over the desk a bit, "you know, you can talk to me about anything."
Blue eyes blinked up at him.
"I am a priest, after all, I take confession and am more than capable to listen
to your concerns and anxieties without judgment," Father Spears assured,
offering an encouraging smile. Ciel blanched and shook his head, mortification
painting the angelic face. The reaction had the man frowning, not liking to
have to push so much, but seeing it might be necessary.
"Really, come now, whatever it is, I can promise you that I have already
witnessed and been privy to many debaucherous things so nothing you say will
surprise or shock me." Ciel's face flushed a bright red and he looked away.
Humiliation flowed through him as the images and thoughts filled his mind, each
one more graphic than the next. How could he tell this chaste man that he had
been dreaming of damp skin pressed close, the desire to have those long fingers
caress him in such a way that was not appropriate for a priest? Even now, a
heat burned low in his body, want and need unfurling itself and blossoming into
arousal. Ciel recalled having those jade eyes trained on him, dark with lust.
Could he really tell Father Spears about this?
"I, um, well, I have been, um having thoughts," Ciel mumbled softly, the tips
of his ears turning red and he refused to look up. "Just, ahhh, recently and,
um, a bit frequently." He whispered to the floor, almost hoping that he would
not be heard; however, he wasn't so lucky.
Father Spears frowned at the comment, wondering now just what exactly the young
man was getting at. Slowly, he rose from behind the desk and made his way
around. Long black wool swished at his feet as he approached the loveseat.
Grabbing a chair, the priest dragged the piece of furniture behind him,
stopping when he was only a yard or two away from Ciel. He sat down, leaning
forward with elbows on knees as he searched the uncertain face.
"Tell me, Ciel? What bothers you so?" The holy man probed gently, brows
knitting in concern. Ciel shifted uncomfortably in his spot, still too
terrified to look up. Father Spears sighed in frustration. "My child, whatever
it is cannot be that bad. Now, what thoughts plague you?"
Blue orbs slowly rose to meet serious emerald, holding them for a moment before
dry lips were licked. "You."
The priest sucked in a sharp breath, waiting for Ciel to continue with an
innocent explanation. Yet, all he saw was unwavering honesty and finality in
the ocean irises, the definition and what it actually meant clear and
resonating in his head. Ciel's cheeks flushed pink, small chest shuddering with
the tension held within the slim shoulders. Still Father Spears had to make
absolute sure he was not misunderstanding the confession just given to him.
"I . . . you mean to say . . ." he paused, trying to find the proper response
for such an admission. Father Spears swallowed hard, not sure how to approach
this. Taking a deep breath, he met Ciel's gaze sternly. "You have been thinking
of me in inappropriate situations? With yourself?" The youth nodded slowly,
face burning an even brighter crimson at having to answer the question. "Hmmm."
This was a scenario the Father had never imagined himself to be put in. He had
always assumed the heir to the Phantomhive name to be heterosexual, just like
the men before him; never that Ciel would entertain thoughts of homosexuality.
While it was St. Victoria's policy to not condemn gender preference, the priest
had not been prepared to deal with his religious charge having been attracted
to the same sex.
Clearing his throat, Father Spears attempted to regain some composure. He was
the adult here and a priest at that, he needed to remain the moral compass and
help this young man work through his issues. If Ciel was attracted to men, then
that was fine, but the teen needed to be able to channel his desires into the
right direction lest they become problematic in the near or distant future. He
wasn't about to let the blessed heir be a slave to his own carnal desires.
"Do you, hmmm, know how to take care of these things?" Father Spears asked
slowly, gauging Ciel's reaction carefully. He remained calm, trying to come off
as non-condescending as he wanted him to be open and honest. Ciel shook his
head, face flaming up once more and the priest sighed unhappily.
Of course, he wouldn't really know what to do. The boy lived with his aunt and
attended only Catholic schools and church, learning how to masturbate was not
something widely touted in that community. Ciel was a shy youth and Father
Spears doubted he was one who would seek information from either his older
classmates or the internet on this subject. If anything, the priest was the
closest person to him and, therefore, such an embarrassing thing would only be
divulged to him.
Still, knowing now that he was the subject of the fantasies causing this
problem only made things all the more difficult. Regardless, the Father needed
to make sure that Ciel was capable of dealing with these sorts of things on his
own, otherwise the sexual frustration and confusion might lead him down a path
of violence and destruction as a coping mechanism. Sadly, the holy man would
need to take an unconventional approach this time.
"Ciel," he spoke, standing before coming to sit next to him on the loveseat.
The young man scooted away, wanting to put some space between him and the one
who now sent his heart racing and member throbbing. "Come here, I won't harm
you." Father Spears reassured, offering a hand.
Ciel hesitated, not sure whether to take the familiar appendage or not. He knew
he had nothing to fear from the holy man, having known the priest for a good
portion of his life.
Father Spears had always been a guiding force to him, strong and certain, a
beacon of light and knowledge in otherwise tumultuous times. So, why not trust
him now? It only made sense that the man wanted to help and so, Ciel placed his
small palm into the long fingers, allowing himself to be pulled into a sitting
position on the man's lap.
"Now, just relax." The Father soothed, wrapping an arm around the lithe waist
as his other hand rested on the thigh of the young man's jeans. Ciel let out a
shaky breath, the closeness and feel of the firm body beneath the thick robes
making it hard to do anything resembling calming down. "Now pay attention and
listen to me." He instructed, voice clear and steady, waiting for a slight nod
of acceptance before continuing.
Carefully, the priest took hold of one of Ciel's hands and slowly moved it over
the now obvious mound in the student's pants. A low gasp was made and blue eyes
flew wide to stare into the cautious jade trained on him. It was apparent that
Ciel was unsure about all of this and he instinctually looked to the holy man
for guidance even in such a compromising position.
"It's alright, Ciel. I am just going to show you how to deal with this on your
own." He assured, letting the slate head fall on to his shoulder. "Now, go
ahead and undo your jeans." Father Spears commanded gently, earning a swift
shake and terrified look in response. He sighed at seeing that Ciel was going
to make this far more difficult than necessary. "Fine, I will do it."
Long fingers popped the grommet and made short work of the zipper, parting the
cotton fabric to reveal navy underwear now harboring a dark, damp spot. Ciel's
face burned with embarrassment, keeping his eyes locked on the pale digits that
hovered over the mass, not willing to look the man in the face. His heart
hammered fiercely in his chest, the smell of wool and incense filling his
nostrils and he snuggled further into the priest's embrace.
"Take out your manhood and grip it firmly, but gently. You don't want to
squeeze it too hard." He explained, once more using his own hand to bring
Ciel's to where he wanted it to go. The young man's fingers trembled as they
grazed his straining hidden erection and Father Spears gripped the wrist a
little harder. "Come now, Ciel. This is a perfectly normal thing to happen to
young men your age. There is nothing to be so squeamish about." Huffing, he
pressed the small palm onto the heated mound .
A low moan slipped past Ciel's lips at the feeling of blessed friction upon
himself. It felt good, but even more so was the priest's own movements that now
directed the way he touched his body. Quickly, Ciel flicked aside the opening
of his boxers, reaching into pull out the stiff flesh. The cool air in the
office washed over his wet, flushed head and he whined lightly at the
interesting sensation.
"Very good, now wrap your hand around it." He continued, doing his best not to
stare at the erection blatantly on display. Father Spears wanted to give Ciel
proper instruction on how to relieve this tension, however, was finding it
increasingly difficult to ignore the trickles of interest that now seemed to
flow through his body. "Yes, just like that. No, hold it tighter." He corrected
and Ciel attempted to release his cock entirely at the comment.
"No, don't stop now." The priest huffed, the young man's stubbornness having
always been a bit of an issue. Sighing, he laced his fingers through Ciel's,
forcing the smaller hand around the shaft. The member throbbed hot at the touch
and Father Spears sucked in a sharp breath as his fingertips made contact with
velvety skin. "Now, just stroke it slowly, up and down, up and down."
"Ahhnn." Ciel mewled, burying his face into the broad shoulder to muffle the
wonton sound. He panted quietly into the man as each pass over his cock only
tightened the coil in his lower belly more.
"Ahhh, yeah, faster." The plea falling from his mouth before he could stop it
and he used his free hand to rip into the fabric of the priest's robe, fisting
it hard for support.
A soft squelching sound filled the room, accompanied by breathy gasps and
desperate moans. Ciel felt incredibly hot, the pressure building and
compounding in him as each pass left him more dazed and aroused. Slim hips
pushed up into the hands, wanting more friction and needing it to bring on the
sweet climax he only ever experienced in his wet dreams. Pleasure driving him
insane his hand fell away, slipping out of Father Spears grasp so that only
those long fingers and slick palm now stroked him with determination.
"Ahh, ha, more." Ciel begged softly, finally looking up to stare at the man
whose ministrations were turning him into a right mess. Desire clouded the blue
orbs locked on the handsome face, all its attention solely focused on the task
at hand.
Wanting to reciprocate somehow, Ciel's fingers reached up and pulled the strong
jaw towards him. Craning his neck, eyes slid shut as he placed a soft kiss to
the man's mouth. Shivering at the warmth, Ciel didn't notice how in that second
Father Spears's hand had stopped moving. He slid back down, dark lashes
separating to peek up at the astonished look in the emerald irises that now
peered back over crystal glasses.
Time froze for the priest as he stared at the flushed face, his mind processing
what had just happened; Ciel kissed him. True, it might seem like a small and
insignificant thing, what with the man's hand wrapped firmly around the youth's
straining dick, however that was just a lesson on how to release sexual
tension. As odd as it may sound, he truly was trying to help the frustrated
young man. This, this kiss, it was intimate and the holy man's heart thumped
rapidly in his chest at the thought.
Licking his lips, Father Spears could taste strawberry Chap Stick and the
unique flavor of Ciel. The tastes intermingled on his palate, sweet and heady,
making his want more. Yet, he paused in leaning forward to partake in another,
weighing the consequences of his actions and where things would lead if he did.
He was standing at a precipice, the next decision would determine what sort of
man he truly was.
All his life, the priest had known he would end up in the service of God and
because of that mission, he had forgone many earthly pleasures. Love, passion,
sex, all those things had always paled in comparison to the calling of being
part of the Holy Order. Now, as he looked down into the pleading blue depths,
feeling the heat of Ciel's smaller form pressed so close to his own, the
Father's strong resolve crumbled. He was only human after all, and being that,
meant he was fallible and imperfect.
Letting go of all he had sworn to in the seminary, he leaned down, eyes sliding
shut as he pressed his warm lips lightly onto the plump mouth. Ciel moaned
quietly at the act, kissing back and rolling his hips up into the hot hand. The
breathy gasp enflamed the desire growing in Father Spears's being and he
groaned as he deepened the kiss, tongue slipping into the youth's mouth,
tangling itself around its partner.
"Mmmm, Father." Ciel whined, fingers ripping into the wool robes. He wanted
these things gone, for in his fantasies there wasn't any fabric keeping them
apart. Just the heat and wetness of damp skin, colliding over and over again
into erotic madness. "Touch me more." He whispered, head tilting to the side
and offering up the delicate neck.
A discontented whine was heard as the aching member was released and the large
hands traveled up Ciel's body. The soft sound of suckling mingled with gentle
pants and quiet whispers as they continued to kiss, the passion between them
growing more ardent with each and every caress. The longer fingers twisted into
the silken slate locks as Ciel fisted the short brown hair, pressing their
faces together, not wanting to part for even the smallest second.
"Ciel, mm, ah," he breathed, breaking their connection and pulling back
slightly. The young man followed his mouth, still smacking his lips and trying
to reach them again. Turbulent jade stared into the needy blue, the look of
utter desperation making his cock twitch. "Lie down." The priest instructed
gauging his face carefully. "Take everything off and lay on the loveseat."
Ciel paused for a moment, letting the comprehension of what was just asked wash
over him. Father Spears was asking him to undress, to place himself bare and
vulnerable in front of the holy man. The insecure teenager in him balked at the
idea, too ashamed about the things he didn't like about himself to ever dream
of being naked with someone. However, images of his dreams surfaced in his mind
and Ciel found that his libido was much more powerful than any fears he could
conjure up. Sliding from the priest's lap, he made quick work of removing his
clothing.
Father Spears watched with hungry eyes as each inch of fabric peeled away to
reveal pale skin. Thin arms and long legs, a chest that suggested the
beginnings of muscular definition of an adult male, and slender hips displaying
an erection which had been left unattended for far too long. He shifted his
legs, the holy man's own rigid member now becoming problematic in his current
position.
"O-ok." Ciel forced out nervously, not liking one bit that he was standing
completely nude in the chilly office. He blushed heavily, all the way to the
tips of his ears as he felt rather than saw those calm emerald orbs trace over
every bump and curve on his body. "You, um, you too." He squeaked, failing at
an attempt to sound forceful.
"Alright." Father Spears agreed quietly, standing and motioning for Ciel to lie
down. The young man complied, scooting into the old velvet loveseat, head
propped up on the armrest.
His expression was one of awe as his eyes followed the long fingers as they
worked to remove the heavy sapphire and gold rosary. The item was placed away
and the priest went to take off his robes. The dark wool slipped from the broad
shoulders, sliding noiselessly to the floor. Boots were kicked off, followed by
socks, a harsh tug had the clasp on the stiff clerical collar coming undone.
Piece by piece, the illusion of priesthood fell away, to leave only a man,
flesh and bone and blood like every other human being. The black dress shirt
disappeared to show off broad shoulders and a slim waist. Ciel blinked in
surprise, wondering absentmindedly how a man who spent most of his days
preaching and giving counsel managed to maintain such a physique, yet, the
curiosity did not last long as the telltale sound of a buckle being undone
caught his full attention.
Ciel sucked in a sharp breath, eyes widening as the dark trousers were stripped
away, the undergarments in conjunction and Father Spears stood before him in a
natural state. Immediately, he glanced to the apex of the man's thighs to take
in the large size and girth which stood up proudly. It was truly a shame this
man had chosen the priesthood and letting such an impressive cock go to waste.
Cobalt flickered up to jade, swallowing apprehensively at the molten look being
given to him. Ciel wanted this, there was no doubt in this mind, but that
didn't mean he wasn't terrified about what would happen next. A shiver ran
through him, part apprehension and part anticipation. It didn't go unnoticed
and Father Spears approached, placing a hot hand on a small bicep and rubbing
it.
"Are you frightened?" He asked, searching the innocent face. Ciel glanced away
for a moment and the priest smiled when the eyes once more returned to him. "I
am too." He breathed, leaning down to place a gentle kiss to the soft swell of
Ciel's cheek.
Lightly, the nips and pecks made their way over to the young man's mouth before
settling on the freshly kissed lips. Small hands reached for the man, who
eagerly settled in between the parted thighs and onto the couch. Ciel moaned
and the Father gasped as their bodies touched, skin meeting skin, heat and
blood pulsating from underneath. Their members slid over one another and hips
rocked together, grinding and gliding fluidly in a mixture of sweat and pre-
cum.
"Ah, ha, Ciel." He panted, moving down to suck on the hollow beneath his ear, a
low mewl exclaiming how much it was appreciated. "I, ah, I want to touch you."
The priest admitted, nails raking lightly down Ciel's sides and coming to rest
at the slender hips. "This thing, you, us . . . it's my undoing." He admitted,
each hand grabbing the muscles of the round bottom roughly and rolling into the
area between the youth's tight sac and virgin hole.
"Then-ah, fall apart." Ciel gasped, wiggling his lower half in hopes of
creating even more friction. He gasped, not even sure of what he was saying at
this point, mind so fogged with need. "Fall into pieces with me." A low groan
was made in response to the statement.
Father Spears pressed a trail of kisses down the delicate throat, licking and
sucking at the smooth skin, earning a symphony of mewls from Ciel. He paused
over a dusky nipple, watching as the small chest heaved with unrestrained
desire. The smell of soap and skin assaulted his senses as he carefully took
the pert bud into his mouth and tugged at it with his teeth. Fingers ripped
into the brown hair then, a low cry of pleasure being heard overhead.
The man worked the nipple, rolling it between incisors and tongue, while large
hands roamed and groped the lithe form beneath him. Ciel's hips jerked and
rolled into the priest's, their erections grinding slick and engorged, bodies
becoming impatient to take this heavy petting to the next step and find
blissful release. The Father moaned lowly and shuddered as the young man thrust
up, a shot of erotic electricity running through him and pushing him to move
forward.
Removing his mouth, Ciel gave a disappointed whine, watching as the a long arm
stretched over him to fumble for something on the bookshelf behind them. The
priest sat up between the spread thighs, a small corked vial in his hands.
Through the fog of lust, he observed the stopper being removed and a liquid
poured out, coating the slender fingers. The scent of herbs wafted into the air
and Ciel's brows knit in confusion.
"It's anointing oil." Father Spears explained, recapping the vial and dropping
it to the ground before climbing over the young man again. He smiled softly at
the flushed face, reaching between them and pressing a lubricated finger to the
tight entrance. "From what I understand of biology, this will be necessary if
you want to go any further." Green burned seriously into deep blue. "Do you
still want this?" He breathed, slowly circling the puckered hole, smearing the
ointment around.
Ciel sucked in a sharp breath, searching the emerald irises that burned bright
with want. He knew that he could stop this, end what they were doing right now.
The Father was giving him a chance to change his mind, even though it was
obvious how much the holy man wanted him, the evidence scorching and rigid
against his own throbbing cock. Still, there was no denying that Ciel was ready
to give this special part of himself to the person who had always been there
for him and always will be in the future.
"Yes." He murmured, reaching up to pull the priest's face down to meet his. A
hesitant kiss was placed onto the man's lips, a look of determined sincerity
solidifying his words. "You don't have to be afraid to take my body and my
heart, because they are already yours." Ciel admitted, blushing at his own
earnestness and bare emotions.
Father Spears smiled softly at the admission, the sincere words making him melt
inside and he carefully applied more pressure to the tight ring of muscles.
Ciel gasped as the slick digit moved past and into him, the walls clenching
tightly, wanting to expel the intrusion. Blue locked with green, seeking
comfort and courage as a second finger was added.
He grimaced slightly at the odd sensation of having someone's fingers wiggling
inside of him, the warm appendages sliding back and forth and creating a low
squishing sound between his legs. Without warning, a third joined and Ciel
released a quiet whine at the stinging feeling that followed. He was being
filled and stretched by the priest and he grabbed onto the broad shoulders over
him for support.
"Ahhh, God!" He cursed, body seizing up as the fingertips pressed into
something deep inside. Nails dug into Father Spears's skin and Ciel panted as
his momentary blindness from bliss faded away. "What . . . that was . . . ah,
ha, ha, there." He cried out again as once more his nerves were set on fire
from a simple touch. "Oh, Father!" Ciel wailed, head flinging into the cushion
behind him, lids screwing shut.
The holy man watched with unbridled lust as the youth writhed and shook beneath
him. Each time his fingertips brushed into the soft patch of nerves hidden deep
within Ciel, the body would respond violently. It was such a beautiful and
erotic sight of flushed cheeks, chest glistening with perspiration, thighs
trembling and breathy gasps for more. His own cock ached to be touched, to find
a home somewhere warm and tight; the priest was at his limit.
"Ciel, Ciel open your eyes and look at me." He rasped, removing his fingers
from the young man's orifice and settling himself  between the pale thighs. The
weeping head slid over the prepared hole and Father Spears sucked in sharp
breath at the pleasurable feeling. "Ciel, please hold onto me."
Dark lashes slowly opened, revealing the clouded deep blue. As if by some force
other than his own accord, Ciel wrapped his arms around the priest's neck,
pulling him close and lifting his hips. The young man had no clue what he was
doing, yet his body seemed to understand instinctually what was to come.
"Tell me if it hurts." The man panted, guiding the turgid length with his hand
and pushing the swollen head into the puckered entrance. "Grr, nagh." He
growled as it slipped in, the muscles fluttering around him. "Ahh, so hot."
Father Spears murmured, Ciel grunting at having something much larger than
three fingers being forced into him.
Breaths mingled, dissolving the low desperate pants and groans as bit by bit
the priest's manhood disappeared into the young man. Ciel whimpered quietly,
fisting the smooth brown hair at the nape of the Father's neck, the man burying
his face into the small crook of the youth's shoulder.
He shuddered with delight at the feel of the small form in his arms, the tiny
gasps and pleadings next to his ear. When his hips finally met the resistance
of Ciel's inner thighs he gave a shaky laugh, not believing what was actually
happening.
Nestled snuggly in the all-encompassing warmth, Father Spears paused for a
moment to bathe in the perfection that was now. He was here, holding Ciel in
his embrace, listening to the young man urge him onward quietly, his own
celibate member no longer such, seated deeply into what used to be a virginal
vessel. The Phantomhive heir was now his and nothing that happened after this
could change what had transpired on this day in his private office.
"Ungh, so big." Ciel moaned, lifting his legs to wrap them around the man's
waist, feeling the hot member slide in further, if that was even possible.
He never had imagined that something so large could fit all the way inside him,
however, it did and now the engorged muscle beat to the rhythm of its owner.
The pulse resonated within the Ciel's cavity and he groaned at the persistent
ache it caused.
Forearms flanking the slate head, Father Spears's hips pulled back, a pleased
groan leaving his lips at the slickened friction. His breathing became labored
as his length emerged from Ciel's body till only the tip remained. One last
look was given before hips snapped forward, slamming hard into the smaller form
below, a strangled cry being made at the brutal forcefulness given.
"Ahnnnnnn!" Ciel cried out, his voice cracking with a mix of pleasure pain. His
finger grappled more firmly onto the board shoulders that now moved in a
jerking measure, each thrust causing the young man to vocalize the sensations
running through him. "Ha, gaaaahh, fuuuuuahhhhh!"
The priest panted loudly, grunting as with every push and pull the tension
coiled further in him. A hand curled into damp dark locks, tipping Ciel's head
back to better reach the gasping plump mouth, ravaging it with a demanding
tongue. Dual moans were swallowed whole as their bodies continued to dance, any
and all thoughts of what might be forgotten in this moment.
The soft touch of heated lips, uncontrolled whimpers and heavy breaths mixed
together in the sensuous sounds of skin meeting skin. Like the ocean caressed
the shores, they overlapped one another, taking and given, accepting and
reciprocating, creating a beautifully endless cycle that could only be ended
once reality set back in and their bodies each screamed  for release.
"C-Ciel." The Father whispered, steady pace faltering as the glimpse of a
climax appeared. "I-ahhh, I'm . . . " he breathed, angling his tired hips again
to plow straight into the youth's inner depths. Ciel screamed in pure euphoria
at the blow, his smaller cock bouncing between them, slapping his belly in an
almost painful way.
"Pl-please . . . let me. I want t-to." He begged, tears running from the corner
of his eyes. Ciel reached down, gripping his swollen member with a hard fist
and pumping it fiercely. He needed to find release, his young body screaming
for it. "Ha, ha, I'm ugh, God!" He cried out one last time, cumming hard, his
scorching seed coating their torsos.
Muscles clenched and squeezed the priest and he shuddered as his vision blurred
white. A low cry became muffled in Ciel's shoulder as he came, spilling himself
inside, eradicating any bit of innocence that was left. Exhausted, he collapsed
onto the shivering small form, letting the gentle bliss of his orgasm wash over
him in soothing waves.
Warm rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains, dancing across their
flushed skin, limbs entangled and hair damp with exertion. Their breathing
slowed, heart beats regaining their normal pace as Ciel still lay wrapped in
the priest's arms. The small fingers traced lightly over the man's back,
drawing random patterns and letting his mind process everything that had just
transpired between them.
A slow smile spread over his face, ignoring the stinging in his bottom as
Father Spears's softened member slipped out, the lukewarm seed seeping from the
stretched hole. The holy man grunted, shifting his weight so that it didn't lay
as heavily upon Ciel. He took immense enjoyment in the feeling of the youth in
his embrace, knowing that just now they had shared an experience that could
never be replicated.
It was a sad reality that their coupling could never be more than this, a
simple exchange in the head priest's private office. This sunny afternoon which
normally would have ended in Ciel leaving half an hour ago had blossomed into
something more. It was bittersweet knowing that this moment was all they had,
but the Father could not bring himself to regret his actions and he only hoped
that the young man felt the same.
A happy sigh near his ear answered this question and he turned to place a light
kiss to Ciel's temple. Tightening his arms, he pulled the smaller body closer,
nuzzling into the soft neck, content to stay this way for a little while
longer.
Time would march on, bring change as it always did. Ciel would grow up and
mature, his future already planned and set out before he had even been
conceived. Eventually, he would fall in love, get married and have children and
pass on the legacy that flowed through his veins. It was inevitable, but also
normal and what was meant to be for the youth who had the power to save
humanity from Armageddon.
Father Spears would continue in his role guiding him, watching from the
sidelines as Ciel traversed the dangerous path which lay before him. It was the
holy man's duty, one which had been bestowed upon him and he had graciously
accepted, but all that could wait for the moment. Right now, it was just the
two of them; here, together.
He had gone back on his holy vows just this once and held no regrets in doing
so. As Ciel snuggled into his embrace, Father Spears chuckled softly, knowing
that he would always have this special part of the young man and Ciel would
also possess a piece of him now as well. Tomorrow, he would wake up and pretend
like it never happened, that is what was demanded of someone such as him.
After all, he was a priest, what more could he do except guide Ciel and help
him move forward to become the man he was meant to be? The Father would
unselfishly put away the feelings that had blossomed today to ensure the young
man remained healthy and happy. However, in the recesses of his soul he would
never forget this and what had transpired between them.
He smiled at the irony that he would forever be tithing his heart to one who
now slumbered so peacefully in his arms.
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