"Forgive me father for I have sinned..."

Chapter 1: "Innocent boy..."

I slowly got out of our bed, though his sleepy arms tried there best to keep me in. I stood, "Come on get back in bed," he whimpered tiredly. I smiled fondly at him,"You know I gotta be at the church by eight baby," I stated mimicking his tone. He turned over in the opposite direction of me,"I don't sound like that," he said in a childish tone. 

I chuckled sitting next to him on the bed."Sugar, c'mon don't be like that," I cooed, brushing my fingers through his hair. He didn't respond, so I got up, and started heading to the bathroom. Before I I walked through the hallway, I turned to see him still laying on the opposite direction of me, I smiled at him sadly then turned to brush my teeth.

The house was silent so of course I heard when he shifted in the bed. I smiled and brushed once more before turning  just slightly to see him facing me, a devilish smile laying along his lips. I smiled, spitting the access toothpaste out of my mouth, and rinsing off my toothbrush. I walked towards the bedroom, leaning on the door frame. At that moment I was fully dressed, and ready to go.

"Well, I'm getting ready to leave," I said sadly."So you better start getting ready as well." I turned to leave walking to exit the room, though my body wouldn't move. All I could do was stare at the chipping white paint on the door frame . I heard him get out of the bed, and walk towards me with delicate footsteps as if ones from a ballerina, he suddenly wrapped his arms around my waist. I smiled, though when I turned to him I wasn't smiling anymore.

His cloths had been discarded on the floor. My mouth hung open as I stuttered trying to talk,"A-a so you better get uh ready." He smiled,"Who say's we've got to go right now." I had to stop this,"Your mom is probably w-worried about you Author." I said making up any excuse to not do what he was leading us in the direction in.

He started to kiss my neck, my breathing hitched,"Please no," i whispered faintly. He stopped kissing me and looked up to me sadly,"What's wrong." I sighed,"Now's not the time.' I lied. He saw right through me,"If you don't want me you can just tell me Michael." he said sadly. His voice making my heart skip a beat.

He turned from me, he visibly shook suddenly falling to his knees sobbing out slightly. I ran to him placing a hand on his shoulder,"Don't touch me," he spat. I sat next to him starring as he broke down, he cried out a s though being murdered, and that is when I held the smaller man in my arms. I hummed trying to sooth him, he sobbed violently into my chest.

When he calmed enough I asked,"Do you wanna talk about it?" His arms suddenly wrapped around me, holding onto me for dear life. Without warning he said,"I love you." I was taken aback by his words. "What," I choked out letting my arms fall to my sides, he let go of me as well. 

We looked into each others eyes, I saw that more tears were building in his brown angle like orbs. I placed my hand gently on his cheek, brushing away a tear that escaped. I brought his face to my lips, kissing his forehead. "Please don't cry," I said quietly.

He pushed me away,"It's not like you care, you think i'm an abomination like the rest of the," he spat. New tears began to build in my eyes, as I thought about the beautiful man before me and how he probably thought of himself, I moved closer rapping my arms around him, placing soft kisses on the back of his neck.

"Author I don't think you're an abomination," I tried, he didn't move, didn't speak just sat there unmoved, so numb to my touch. "I think you're gorgeous, I've never felt this way about anybody, I swear feels like I've known you all my life." I laughed slightly, he looked back to me with  sad brown eyes, you could see he accepted my words feeling slightly satisfied, though his eyes showed he was considering something.

Again his body sunk onto my own, however his nakedness was making me slightly uncomfortable, so I let him go only to get him something to cover himself up with. I picked up his shirt handing it to him. He took it reluctantly, not looking at me. Once more I sadly looked at him, but then remembered I had to be at the church,"Well I've really got to go, but you can stay if you like," I said hopefully, but with that statement he stood up, putting his clothing back on.

I watched unable to move, as he grab his bag, and rummaged through things finding his belongings, I now knew what he had been considering he was leaving, but this time he didn't plan on coming back. "Author please," I said reaching for his arm as he began closing his bag, done with collecting all the little pieces of himself all around my small home. 

He looked at me eyes red and swollen from crying. "No," he whispered at an almost  inaudible tone. I approached him, hesitantly embracing him, he allowed it taking me into his arms as well. "Stay," I chocked,"Please stay." He looked up at me,"Michael how can I stay if I know how this'll end, we'll be caught damn, we'll be screwed I mean  I will; your the priest for god's sake, for you it's just a slap on the hand, b-but what about me?" he whimpered.

Once more I embraced him,"Don't talk like that." I said defensively. He had no right to say this to me, everything is on the line for me as well, it's more than a "slap on the hand" I'm the god damn priest, I speak of persecution to whoever does as we do, yet I'm the one taking pleasure in doing it. I let go of him turning towards the door.

"Leave if that is what you wish, but let me give you a reason to stay." I said before turning, and holding his face upward to kiss me. He didn't kiss back at first, but after a minute or two he finally did kissing me just as hard as I had been kissing him. We kissed each other like animals, attacking one another's face desperate to gain control knocking things over in the process. Though me being taller and stronger I pushed him against the wall, kissing him deeply. His fingernails dug into my back, scratching up and down. 

I finally let him go allowing both of us to catch our breath. I smiled fixing my clothing,"That good enough reason for you?" I asked half seriously. He didn't smile only walked up to me placing both hands behind my head, as I placed my hands by his waist, I smiled  down on him as he said,"Why don't you tell me." Before kissing me passionately, as I pulled back he bit down softly on my bottom lip, then letting go he walked past me.

I frowned slightly,"You better hurry to that church, I wouldn't want to be the reason you're late," he said simply. Then turned to me and smiled,"I'll see you later okay," he reassured me. He skipped towards placing a peck on my lips, then turned leaving the bedroom, and with the front door shutting I knew he had left.

I took a breath and waited a few moments before leaving. God that boy would be the death of me I thought as I exited, grabbing my bible, and rushing out the door. Hurrying to the church, I ran as fast as I could, receiving hello's from strangers on the street. Being the priest and all I was a popular figure. 

My legs grew weak so I slowed catching my breath for the thousandth time today. When I finally got myself together, I took in my surroundings, I felt the cold September wind hit my flushed cheeks, along with the smell of pumpkins and other fall scents in the air. It was nice but before I knew it I was at an old wooden church, and my joyride came to a stop. I sighed. 

I walked slowly to the doors not really wanting to go in, but I was the priest this was my job. Nonetheless I couldn't help but think how could I be judging others on there sin when I commit my own as well, adultery was on the list of things not to do, yet here I was. I was stopped in my tracks as I heard a familiar voice approach with the words,"Hello father."

It was her.