The domed ceiling sparkled and twinkled against the bright stained glass, the space hiding between each particular portion of dim sunlight. As if struggling for each bright ray, the numerous shadows rippled upon the velvet carpet, splayed in strange formations. The huge wooden doors were made of the most expensive mahogany, each tan piece of exquisite marble obscured into thick handles. The floor, painted much like the Sistine Chapel, included artistic visions of the Old and New Testament, from Adam and Eve to God himself. And what a perfect sight he made, his body perfectly muscled and proportioned, with intense eyes and faithful insight. Barely wrapped around his midsection was a piece of tattered cloth, resembling suede, or some other fine material. His fingers were curved, as well as his toes, apparently reaching out to a bright source of light.
Beneath him stood Satan, engulfed by his fiery paradise, flames curling against the marvel of his naked form. He looked much like God, except a wicked grin covered his face, and his features were seemingly more mysterious. His hair, like dark waves of smoke, billowed out from his scalp, spilling past his shoulders and caressing his upper abdomen. He peered up at God’s figure, his dark eyes churning with deceit and a knowing challenge, a secret that only he knew and would never tell. One black eyebrow arched, his free hand appeared to stroke the small goatee on his chin, which consisted of flames. Lucifer. He was the exact opposite, but they were alike in so many ways. Their resemblance uncanny, their beliefs, while just as strong, contradicted the other. Just as flawless, just as ideal, just as questioning..
Plentiful rows of benches adorned the church, their shine and gleam attractive to even the most uninterested eyes. Bibles, slung in each slot, hung forward, their crisp pages suddenly fluttering in the awakening breeze. Black text upon ivory paper, one end of the spectrum lay upon the radical side of the other. Jeff sat in the first row of the church, the closest seat to the large, wooden crucifix that hung like a dark cloud over the cathedral. His mind, still stuck on the sinful events of the previous night, bubbled over with silent realization. The more he thought about the man, the more he noticed the rigid erection pulsing between his thighs. The more he fought to control himself, the most control he lost. He almost had the sanity to reach underneath the fine material and stroke his cock until he screamed. But he couldn’t do that. Not in this holy sanctuary.
His lips almost parted, almost revealing the light scoff he kept hidden from his vocal cords. Emerald eyes were shut beneath smooth eyelids, the color completely flushed from his beautiful face. His stomach, which twitched with each heavy throb of his cock, was full of holy wine and bread he'd feasted upon in sad attempts. Attempts to wash away his sin, to eradicate his wrong-doings. But the feeling of heat still scorched through his veins, a constant reminder of the passions he indulged himself of. His body was still aroused, still alive from the sensations stricken upon his brain. They held him in their deceitful puzzle, never allowing him to stray from his needful desires, from the stranger he knew so well. And never would he allow himself to reveal the truth, for he had already figured out exactly who the man was, and what he wanted. He smiled. He wanted the same thing. And to get him to understand that, he’d have to entice the stranger into his being. Slowly standing from his seat, still warm and kept from his presence, he strolled to the altar, his head fixed straight forward.
Rosary beads hung from his pocket, displaying the tiny wooden cross which dangled as he walked. His hand gently clutched at his neck, which sported the stiff collar of the robe he wore. A strip of white placed in the center of a black band, tightly attached to his neck and forcing his Adam’s apple to bulge against the lapel’s rim. The shiniest of platinum addressed his neck, a tiny cross strung on the skinny snake chain. Puddles of black silk hung against his body, each seductive curve going unnoticed as it easily dragged against the plushest of crimson-colored carpet.
He wore his traditional garb, the smooth leather of his shoes brushing against the gorgeous material lining the floor, his heels sunken into its thickness. His arms flowed with the religious gown, rounded shoulders flexing slightly under the costly, onyx material. His nipples sensitively scraped against the silk, providing the most pleasurable jolts of eroticism straight down to his groin. He bit back a soft moan, nearly shuddering as he felt the head of his cock jutting out against the fine stitching of the robe. The tiny slit lewdly ran up and down the silky fabric, long, thick strands of pre-cum smeared against the cloth.
His eyes lazily darted around the room. There would be no more visitors tonight, for everyone was at home resting for the busy church day tomorrow. Sunday. The sun was setting quickly, the night drawn to the lack of light and yanking the church into dim darkness. Gasping softly, he clutched the podium and leaned against the wooden stand, his groin firmly pressed against the dais. The same place he gave a daily speech about the informalities of evil, and the consequences of sin. He didn’t give that speech earlier, for the alluring sense of guilt would’ve made him smile and cackle at the onlookers. They didn’t know who he was, or what he had come to be. And they would never. Suddenly, his mind reverted back to heated thoughts that involved the brunette’s mouth swallowing his cock last night. Slightly lifting the robe to bunch around his waist, he hastily let go of a breathy moan, the stimulation of his own fingers pinching at his left nipple dizzying his thoughts. Slowly, he trailed his hand down his body, past his toned pecs, resisting his flat stomach, and the delicious hips he so rightfully called his own. Just as his fingers snaked under the silk to grip tight to his cock, a purr of a whisper ghosted around the church.
"Jeffrey.", the stranger suddenly appeared at the entrance, heavy wooden doors shutting tight and locking in his wake. Baggy, colorless, cotton pants hung on his waist, the drawstring closure dipped low to reveal a curvacious hip which swayed as he walked.
Perceptively knowing the blonde's secret fetish, he wore an embracing shirt made of the finest mesh, smirking as he let his hair down to fall against the tight sleeves. Black curls swirled against the white, netted material, spilling in a stunning twirl of contrasting shades. Taking his time to brush his fingers against the Bibles lining the beginning of each row, his warm fingertips savoring the fine papyrus paper. Quietly, a song hummed in his head, and with a meeting of their gazes, a seductive dance cursed his hips. His bare feet moved in meticulous rhythm, his toes curling down into the scarlet carpet covering the church floors. His body moved as if Jeff was dancing with him, his tongue seductively licking at his lips as he made his way down the aisle. Within a mere second, Jeff gasped, the heat of the brunette's mouth tenderly pressed to his jaw. His clothes were instantly removed, vanished into the night as if they never appeared at all.
The brunette’s lips smirked at his ear, as plump and wet as the tongue that sneaked against the perimeter of the outer shell. The man stood, his bare chest pressed against the silk covering Jeff’s back. With a flick of his wrist, his fist closed around the younger man’s huge cock, amused with the wetness he found.
“Tsk..”, the stranger’s mouth curved into a pleased grin, “Masturbation in a church? I should burn you at the stake for this, Father..”, the man’s voice rang with a certain mischief, the deep tone in which he spoke sending small vibrations throughout Jeff’s body.
He made sure to accentuate each word with a skillful stroke to the priest’s cock, plunging his fingertips in the pre-cum wallowing at the tip. The young man trembled in his arms, the beautiful lips the brunette had marked as his own, lightly quivering with each motion of his hand. He gently squeezed the younger man’s shaft, the soft moans tearing from the priest’s mouth fueling his deep yearning. He nearly died as the blonde tipped his head back to rest against his shoulder, the concealed beauty of his emerald gaze fluttering open to stare up into the chocolate seriousness of his need.
“What do you want?”, Jeff asked softly of the question he was sure he already knew, but he just wanted to hear the answer from the stranger’s lips. The way he spoke, the way he insisted with such surety of his desires, the mystery in his eyes. It made him want to hear it even more. Eager eyes peered up at the stranger, tilting his mouth to snugly rest against the brunette’s.
“I want..to make you scream..”, the stranger murmured softly, nuzzling his lips against Jeff’s before stealing the breath from the younger man in a deeply passionate kiss. Their tongues fit together like clockwork, warmly tracing the intricate workings of each other’s mouth. The brunette’s hand continued to stroke Jeff’s cock, slowly pulling prominent pulses of the vein running along the underside of the younger man’s shaft.
Fuck. He wanted him more than anything. Redemption, salvation, deliverance, emancipation. Jeff slumped forward against the altar, his hazy eyes filled with lust and fire. He stared at the twin candles resting on the stand beside him, momentarily squinting his eyes before they lit in a flash of blaze. He blinked. Wow. The soft glow of the double flames shown against the skin of his rosy cheeks, golden blonde streaks of hair shimmering with health and trashed purity. Then he forgot to breathe as he felt the brunette’s fingers clasp at the base of his cock, prolonging and denying his inevitable orgasm. He could feel his own pre-cum dripping down his bare thighs, the thick substance coating his skin. The stranger’s voice was hot and heavy in his ear, whispering forbidden words that only made his cock ache with a profound desire. Eyelids slipping closed, he willingly gave himself over to the emotions and feelings expertly possessing his body.
Drawing the black robe up against the blonde’s waist, an evil smile set onto the brunette’s face as he plunged his nose into the small of Jeff’s back. He smelled of a rare jasmine, the scent alone making his magnificent cock stiffen. He almost reached down to fondle himself, but his cock was already throbbing with pent-up longing, his glistening cockhead covered with dew droplets of pre-cum. The sight alone intrigued him, for all 9 curved barbells running through the hot skin of his cock sparkled, 18 metal balls sticking out from his shaft. Smirking, his tongue drew the 3 swirled numbers against the younger man’s skin, his teeth nipping at the curved hipbones bulging from beneath the fleshy surface. Fingers somehow resisted locking tight to those luscious hips, only to tease moans and shudders from the blonde. Gently, he allowed the curled apex of his tongue steal a kiss from the puckered entrance of Jeff’s ass, of which looked like a tight ring of a mouth. The hoop running through his eyebrow sunk into the supple skin of Jeff’s lower back, the stud pierced through his tongue itching to taste the blonde’s ass.
He instead opted for a quick bite out of the firm globes of the younger man’s backside, closing his eyes in pure rapture as his teeth lightly penetrated the tender skin. The pleading moan he heard only served to make his head swim, for the feeling of the blonde’s flesh filling his mouth also produced a torn groan from his own lips. His fingers, which were splayed against Jeff’s ass, delightfully parted the scrumptious halves, subconsciously raking his tongue-stud over his lips. He dragged the rounded ends of his teeth against the tiny opening before parting his lips to roughly thrust his tongue up into the blonde’s ass. Amidst the incoherent moaning, he relentlessly worked his mouth against the younger man’s entrance, his tongue lashing at Jeff’s prostate.
Midnight curls framed his face, sweeping against the blonde’s ass with each skilled maneuver of his tongue. Each moan escaping the brunette’s lips sent powerful waves throughout Jeff’s body, the length of his tongue strumming the boy’s most sensitive spot. Only he did he remove his mouth when he was sure the blonde was going to cum from the constant stimulation, unable to resist the urge to smirk. Saliva seeped from the small hole, the oozing, clear fluid slickening the younger man’s ass. Somehow he stood, finding Jeff slumped over against the podium, the younger man reduced to a slur of breathless moans. The brunette leaned over to kiss at the blonde’s neck, softly nipping at his quickened pulse.
He almost spoke, but any words would ruin the perfection of the moment. Tugging the silk robe to rest on the blonde’s bent hips, he reached down to take his cock into his hand, the incredible heat radiating from his sack causing him to tremble. Sighing, the brunette slowly stroked himself, his head falling back as he rubbed his cockhead against the sticky entrance of Jeff’s ass. He dropped his hand to attach to the blonde’s hips, letting out a soft cry as he plunged forward into the younger man’s ass. Swallowing his cock like darkness, he filled Jeff to the hilt, unable to breathe deeply. It felt almost too perfect, too ideal. His stomach muscles inwardly contracted, erratic sensations controlling his body as they led him deeper and deeper into blindness.
Jeff let out a soft wail, simply overwhelmed by the delicious size of the brunette’s cock. It fit wonderfully, stretching his walls with an unconcerned rhythm. It was almost as if his virginity was being offered to the stranger, the innocent contamination of his soul becoming complete. His images were blurry, the only focus he was able to understand was that he was in love with the way the brunette made him feel. His passions reawakened, drug out of a narcoleptic slumber and intricately played upon by the bearer of his deepest desires. Trembling fingers held tight to the wooden stand, sharp gasps wrenched from the most evil pits of his soul.
It took more than a moment for his composure to be discovered again, for the heavy thumping of the brunette’s cock filled his thoughts, intense pleasure roaring throughout his body. He ground his ass back against the brunette’s groin, his own cock bobbing between his slick thighs. The silk gown remained on his body, the soft material brushing against his back with each deep thrust into his ass. His mouth gaping, beautiful tresses of pale gold spilled down his back in a flowing clash of dark and light. His eyes shut tight in unparalleled yearning, his legs wantonly spread for the feasting, his shapely, luscious ass tilted in the air for the needing.
The brunette’s ragged moans echoed throughout the cathedral, bouncing off the crucifixes and colorful glass portraits of Biblical affairs. He looked simply ravishing; long, darkly-shaded curls falling past his shoulders in a black mirage. He quickly wasted no time in his indulgence, forcefully burying his cock deeper into the blonde’s ass with each successful snap of his hips. The muscles stretched and pulled at the bone, relaxing in a wicked melody of lust before tightening and pushing forward once more. With each breath, his chest rose and fell, the pink nubs of his nipples tingling with passion.
Gentle fingers gripped tight to the boy’s hips, muscled biceps flexed as his almond eyes flickering shut with emotion. The head of his cock manipulated the younger man’s prostate, stabbing the delicate spot with lusty grace and uncontrolled fervor. He fucked the blonde with his mind, and made love to him with his body. Their joining, as sweet as he had imagined, swarmed his mind with feelings he’d never admitted to knowing. Smirking, he mercilessly sunk into the younger man’s tightness, the staggering warmth repeatedly consuming his cock. His balls smacked against the flushed skin of the boy’s backside, his shaft violently rammed between the cleft of Jeff’s ass. His thick cock pulsed with needful repetition, the silver barbells burning into the scorching heat of the blonde’s inner walls. Gasping, the brunette reached forward to grip the younger man’s erection through the cloth of his robe, his hand slipping up and down the blonde’s length. The silk provided incredible friction, his fist firmly stroking the younger man’s cock in sound accord of his hard thrusts.
Jeff’s shaft twitched in the stranger’s hand, his head falling forward as he slammed his ass back against the brunette’s cock, letting out a sob at each fluid roll of his hips. The small metal cross bounced against his throat with each movement, the silver choker snagged across his neck to meet at the tiny clasp. He was deathly close to release, and the farther he got within the trance, the larger spectrum of colors filled his vision. Violet, burnt sienna, navy blue, jungle green, burnt copper, electric red, fuchsia, dark magenta, smoke gray, bright yellows. And he did the only thing he could do. Beg for more.
“Oh fuck..”, Jeff softly chanted, his voice nothing but a mere gasp, “More..”, the blonde breathed out softly, as the brunette attached his mouth to the curve of his neck, his ass brutally yanked back against the stranger’s cock. The feeling of their bodies intertwining, the sweat dripping down their bodies, their flesh meeting in a deceitful union of forlorn inclination.
Gladly obliging, the brunette insistently pumped into the younger man’s ass, his nails scratching into the mound of skin covering the blonde’s hipbone. His fingertips delved into the shallow wound, drinking up the warmth of the younger man’s blood with the lack of fingerprints. His clenched hand continued to stroke the blonde’s cock, swiftly drawing the younger man to the perilous edge of ecstasy. His teeth captured the blonde’s earlobe, his movements never ceasing their meticulous pace. Jeff inhaled abruptly, the sudden intake of oxygen causing him to nearly lose consciousness. With a warm gust of wind, the robe was torn from his trembling body, the silence cut by the wet sound of the brunette’s hand enclosed around the blonde’s dick.
With one last urging from the brunette’s lips, Jeff let out a shrill wail, the older man’s cock jammed against his prostate and igniting his blinding release. Shrieking out the brunette’s name, gooey jets of cum spurted from the swollen head of his cock, directly upon the crucifix that adorned the podium. A lighter, natural grain of wood, standing proud and bold against the dark cherry finish, received each thick stream of cum that potently shot from the tiny slit. His head hanging in utter submission, Jeff collapsed forward against the pedestal, barely coherent. He would go to Hell for one fuck, one hard fuck in the cathedral. And it was all worth it.
Letting go of a ragged cry, the brunette pounded into the younger man’s ass, the blonde’s inner muscles tightly clamping around his cock. Fuck. Allowing his eyes to roll back into his skull, the brunette came, spilling deep into the awaiting heat of the blonde’s warmth. His cock emptied itself in an everlasting stream of cum, the boiling, white substance shooting out like creamy bullets of a hot glue gun. Running the back of his tongue against his full bottom lip, sweaty masses of twists and twirls of hair masked his breathtaking expression.
Dazed, he leaned over and melted against the blonde’s back, hugging the younger man close with a soft moan. Silence. The brunette rested inside of the inviting heat, a tanned cheek pressed against the smooth surface of the younger man’s skin. Lethargically allowing his eyes to roll over to the stand beside him, he noticed the large red candles trickling with wax, their flames a duo of light. He smiled, letting his mind lazily wander in the clever resemblance. Lifting his hand to the stand beside him, he lightly picked up the candles and carefully drizzled the sticky matter onto the blonde’s back. Artistically, he made a stunning design, sighing deeply as the younger man’s inner muscles continued to milk the sensitive veins of his cock. Placing the candle atop its tabletop, dazzling eyes watched the searing wax dry, a twisting maze solidly forming against the blonde’s spine. But the maze really wasn’t a maze at all. It was a riddle. The truth to their little secret.
Everything you think of me is true, for I have everything you struggle to possess. I have many names, various pseudonyms, and several mysterious entities. For we are brothers, I am no stranger at all. Exact oppositions of the other, but identical in every way. As innocence brightens evil, you are the light to my eternal darkness, and without you, there is no me..
The brunette smirked, lightly tracing his fingertips against the message inscribed onto his baby brother’s flesh. Satan needs God to flourish, and vice versa. Eh, they actually both preferred their human names. Matt and Jeff. That had a nice ring to it..
the end.