Sins of Desire: Walter White x Jesus

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Jesus Pov:
That was the most earth shattering anal i've ever received.
Walters dick fit into me perfectly. We're like two puzzle pieces that go together. We sure made a beautiful picture in the end, didn't we?
"Jesus," he starts, "are you really ok? you-you're bleeding..."
I let out a chuckle.
So what if there was a little blood. i A little blood never hurt anyone.
"I am perfectly fine my child. I am not in pain. In fact, for the first time in a long time, I am not in any pain. "

Walter, being the kind gentleman he is gets the rag and we get cleaned up. We redress and sit beside each other in silence for a bit. it's a comfortable silence. without even speaking, Walter and I share a million beautiful thoughts. We understand each other in a higher sense.

"Jesus..."
"Yes my child?"
"You look so beautiful."
I blush... "oh jeepers...you're just saying that!"
"No," he insists, "i mean it. you're the most beautiful man i've ever seen."
All i can do is blush in response. Did he really think so? I inch closer, hoping he takes the initiative to pull me in.

Walter swings his arm over my shoulder and smiles at me, "I haven't felt this way about anyone in so long..."
What? "But what about your wife?" i ask.
He lets out a weak sigh, before saying, "Our spark burnt out a long time ago. It's a loveless marriage, truly. She doesn't even really love me much anymore. She won't touch me, not like you do, anyways."
I bite my lip, is that true? I mean, maybe I have a chance. If Walter and his wife really aren't that close, maybe a divorce is near.

Just perfect. Divorce. Break up a couple for my own selfish reasons. Classic Jesus. Oh my. Why am I like this?

Walter cups my face in his hands and slowly pulls my face closer to his. We're so close our noses are practically touching; i can feel his hot stinky breath pressing on my face. It smells like sardines. But i don't mind.
"You gonna kiss me or what?" I say.
He plants his lips on mine, first kissing gently. He pulls away a quick second to hype himself up a bit before he plants a rough kiss on my lips.
He sucks my face like a newborn sucks it's moms tit. He sucks and kisses like he's been starved.

Our moment is disrupted by the quick opening of the front door, followed by a woman yelling "Walt? Honey, I'm home."
Crud monkey! >:(
Our lips part,she's here.
"I must go now, my child." I get up leave, hoping Walter will try to stop me. He doesnt even try to keep me here longer, "Thats probably the smart move," he starts, "when will i see you again my king?"
"My king," I think. I like the way that sounds.
"I don't know. Maybe...maybe this is the last time."
Walter raises his brow. He opens his mouth, ready to speak, but he decides against it. He takes a deep breath and says, "I hope not."
I wish he would've fought harder. For me, for us.

I open the window, ready to sneak away, typical. Every time I encounter a problem my first reaction is to run away, to hide from it, to pretend it doesn't exist. To pretend i don't exist. Sometimes I wish I didn't. I forget those feelings when I'm with Walter. He's the only one who can make me feel like i'm worth something.

As I walk away, Walters voice lingers in my mind like a melody I can't get out of my head "My king"..."My king"..."My king". I wish I could hear him call me that forever.

I decide to go to back to my crib in heaven for a bit; kick back with the boys, play some Halo. But when I return to my mega mansion, I see that it's no longer there. All I see is debris.

I know exactly who did this. And I know exactly why. I make my way towards a place more cruel, more terrifying, more grotesque than hell: My dads place.

He lives up high in heaven, higher than anyone, even me. Unlike me, he has simple taste. A small cloud home is all he needs to be happy. I don't even bother knocking when I reach his sorry excuse for a house.

"My son," he starts, "to what do i owe the pleasure of this visit? is it really already December?"
"No dad. This isn't my birthday visit. This is different. I know what you did."
He chuckles, "I am literally god. What didn't i do?" he cracks up even more.
I roll my eyes, "You destroyed my house! My mega plex, my hookers, my blow! It's all gone."
Suddenly, Gods face goes straight. He pauses before saying, "You had it coming my son. I had to teach you a lesson."
A LESSON? "For what?" I press.
He chuckles, "for your sins. i know what you are Jesus. I know about him."

oh shit. him. Walter.
"Father," i start, "i was just curing his cancer. you know the only way is to-"
"I'm not talking about that. I'm talking about the anal sex."
Oh. My. Father.

You see, anal sex between a human and an evangelical being is dangerous. It's like consummating a marriage. Walter and I are now bonded, for eternity. I knew that. That's why I made sure it happened: so that my father could never keep us apart.

"There's nothing you can do about us now." I slam his ghetto ass cloud house door so hard his pathetic home disintegrates.

I decide to pull up to Tupacs house. I tell him all about my dilemma, about my problems with my father. He tells me not worry about it, that I should do what I want to do.

I will. I will make sure no one keeps me and my love apart.

Not even god himself can separate us.