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Confession & Contrition

Top!Chrollo

Bottom!Y/N

Summary: "Forgive me father, for I have sinned."

Chrollo freezes on the other side of the confessional, dove grey eyes sliding uneasily to the closed partition that separated him from you. You must have seen him go into the booth, mistaking him for an actual man of the cloth.

Author: villainbait (on ao3)

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Chrollo POV:

"Forgive me father, for I have sinned."

Chrollo freezes on the other side of the confessional, dove grey eyes sliding uneasily to the closed partition that separated him from you. You must have seen him go into the booth, mistaking him for an actual man of the cloth. At first he doesn't answer, until the timid "Father?" drifts to his ears. He stifles the sigh threatening to bubble forth, before opening the little slats in resignation. This was a delay he didn't need, he only had so much time before he needed to regroup with the other troupe members. Playing priest was one thing, taking confession as one was another.

Damn.

"I am here, my child." The words are perverse from his lips, and they bring the twitch of a smile to his face. "What are your sins?"

Chrollo was unprepared for the response you offered.

"I have had lustful thoughts, a-and I...I have touched myself to them." Your voice filters softly through the open partition, full of shame. "Twice," you add in a mortified whisper.

Chrollo's eyes widen at the topic of your confession, marveling at the innocence that drips from your voice. It's positively dangerous, and oh so tempting. His lips pursed as he makes his decision quickly, not taking the time to second guess his gut feeling. Leaning closer to the partition, his smooth voice threatens to deepen with the first stirring of lust, but he smoothly hides it. Instead, his tone is commandingly gentle. "Tell me what your thoughts were."

He can hear the rustling of your clothing as you shift uncomfortably, hesitant to tell him. You should be, as he was a false cleric. "God and I are only here to help you," he tacks on blasphemously, and the words fill him with unholy delight. He didn't want to scare you off, but the thrill of abusing such holy words almost made him impatient to give up the ruse and simply take you. He reminded himself to be patient, that the reward would be more than worth the wait.

Your POV:

You swallow nervously on the other side of the booth, and tell the priest of your sins. You tried to keep it vague when you first confessed, only wanting to tell him how often you had those lustful thoughts about the boy you knew. It feels so wrong to go into such detail with the priest, but you did truly believe he was there to help you.

"There is this boy I see at this shop I visit," you start quietly. "He's kind, attentive, and cute. At first my thoughts were pure Father, but then one day he hugged me and I couldn't stop thinking about that hug. I couldn't," you inhaled deeply. "stop thinking about him. My thoughts grew more impure, and I found myself wishing he would do much more than hug me." You bury your face in your hands, mortified to be admitting this out loud.

"Do not be afraid to tell me, I need only know so that I may deliver the proper penance." His voice is so smooth that you almost forget what he was asking of you. Your face feels so warm, yet you lift your head and whisper the next part.

"I thought about him touching me the way I touched myself. I thought about him using his fingers, his...his mouth." You choked out quietly, wanting to sink into the floor. Yet despite that, speaking of this aloud was making you a little aroused. You tried to deny it, shoving the thoughts deep down as you focused on your confession.