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I Met the Devil in Disguise

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Summary: Father Way is tormented by his desires. He finds himself in a room with the girl who threatens the integrity of his chastity, and decides to try and workaround the parameters of his Church's doctrine. It doesn't really go to plan.

This is a fic set in a world where MCR doesn't exit and Gerard Way is a sexually frustrated priest. Read at your own peril.

Author: savesavesavesafe (on ao3)

did i already post this... idk 

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I MET THE DEVIL IN DISGUISE

Father Way leant against the brick walls of the parish, a cigarette dangling out the corner of his mouth. His brows were knotted in a look of anguish as he tugged at the sleeves of his black collared shirt which revealed a wooden rosary wrapped around his right arm. His clerical collar almost glistened against the setting sun.

Gerard sighed in relief as he realised that it would soon be night— the congregation of believers will have completely vacated the church and his fellow clergymen gone for their clerical duties. Father Way would typically join in on these activities. He often jumped at the opportunity to serve the poor when volunteers were low, or to administer the anointing of the sick at midnight during unexpected bouts of illness. Truthfully, in the last few weeks Gerard would try to find anything which would distract him.
He hated that the thought of her kept him up at night.

It had only been a few weeks since she started attending weekly mass— since his dedication to his mission was questioned so fervently.
Father Way remembered the first time their eyes met— the elation he felt from the high of his breathlessness. It was as if the Holy Ghost had been torn out of him. He remembered the way his skin jolted with electricity as he placed the Eucharist on her tongue, anxious and excited to see how her mouth looked when it was wide open. The picture of reverence on her face followed him to his dreams that night— and every night ever since.

Something warm stirred within Gerard. He counted the wooden rosary beads in his arm and drew a hurried puff from his rapidly deteriorating cigarette. His mind constantly flashed with images of her— how her silken legs, chest, the bare of her stomach would look if she hadn't any clothes on. He thought of how her curves would feel pressed up against him. He wondered how she would sound moaning in his ear.

The church bells rang low and foreboding.

Father Way stomped out his cigarette. He ran his fingers through his jet-black hair and mended the wrist cuffs of his shirt. The worst thing was that he knew she felt the same way. Gerard wasn't socially inept. He noticed subtle changes in her behaviour, recognised her lingering glances. She did a fantastic job at hiding it, as did Gerard. It was a dirty secret kept between the two— something that he would never dare to acknowledge.

Father Way scowled. The different between him and (Y/N) was that she could satisfy her desire anytime she liked, with anyone she wanted. He grit his teeth.
He didn't want anyone else to touch her.
Gerard recalled his vow to chastity at the Rite of Ordination— his hands were bound by his duty of God. Even still, his feelings remained firm. It was a painful paradox— one which constantly plagued him.

Gerard snapped out of his daze by the crunch of tentative steps on the gravel surrounding the parish. He looked up to find the source of the sound, eyes widened in realisation.
It was her.

She stood across from Gerard, toying anxiously with the edge of her tweed skirt. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and looked up at Gerard.
"I'm sorry, Father, if I have imposed." Father Way shook his head, triggering a relieved sigh from her. "Oh, good. I was just wondering if we could speak for a moment?" She asked, her voice register high at the end of her sentence. It was clear she was struggling with something.
Gerard blinked. He couldn't say no. It was his clerical duty to be there for others in times of need, even if he was currently going through a intense phase of spiritual weakness. Gerard swallowed and nodded his head.
"Of course. My office is in the clergy house" Father Way said as he gestured to the wood-panelled house just beyond the parish. She nodded her head and followed Gerard.