The Unwritten Sin

Chapter 22

"You can't mean...."

"I gave into my own sins," James said, "yes. I was a corrupted youth, just like you one time." He blew into his sleeve, and continued. "We were together for five long years. I had never had my heart ache like that for someone before. I was convinced we were in love. It couldn't be anything else."

"B..but....James. Wait. Ness....like....did you know Adonis?"

"Oh yes, lovely man. The three of us were literally thieves, as in thicker than." He laughed at his own joke. Wilder was floored.

"Adonis mentioned someone named J," he said, "That must have been you."

James nodded. "Yes. We were mutual friends of Ness. We were all together when they attacked. Ness was the one struck. He died almost immediately." He touched the necklace around Wilder's neck. "He had given me this as a token of his friendship. I give it to you for the same reason. You remind me of him....so much." 

Wilder knew he should have felt embarrassed, maybe even concerned. But the only thing he felt was a tingling in his groin. His eyes grew wide. He recognized this feeling, and he quickly covered himself. This had only happened one other time...when he was desperate, and trying to get over his sin. But now, it was resurfacing in a way he didn't think was ever going to happen. As he watched James talk, it got worse. Every shadow on his face was strangely perfect. His lips were so full and....damn it!

"What's wrong?" James asked as Wilder jumped off the wall. He stood, fear, anticipation and lust all jangling in his brain. "James....I......James...."

The priest looked confused. "What's wrong, Wil?"

Even the nickname made Wilder feel...a way. He gulped. "James, let's finish burying the convent members, and we can pick this up again?"

James nodded. "Sure," he conceded. His hands looked so soft and deft, Wilder suddenly thought very impure thoughts about what James' hands could do to him. He couldn't keep the tiny scream from escaping his lips.

"Wil, what's wrong? You're being very strange."

"James, I have to go. I....feel like being alone just now."

James nodded. "I will finish this, and return to the chapel for some silent prayer time. I would like your opinion on what to do with Theodore. We must do something."

"Yes of course." Wilder quickly bade James farewell, and dashed back into the church.

In the bathrooms, he undid his pants, and slid down onto the floor. He had never been so drawn to this rebellious act. He spit on a hand, and pulled his shaft out and began stroking so furiously he was slightly concerned someone would hear. Thinking of James' hard jawline made it even more painful to keep contained, and within a span of thirty seconds, his lust spilled all over the tile floor.

He found James in the chapel, calmly reciting scripture to himself. He was wearing a red vestment now, and Wilder could still see the hilt of his dagger poked out through the folds. Incense was burning en masse around the room, leaving behind a scented cloud that hung in the air.

Wilder knelt beside James at the altar. "Have you come to pray with me?" he asked quietly.

Wilder nodded. James took his hand, and Wilder had to concentrate to not let lust control him again. He took deep, cleansing breaths. James' hand was so warm, and incredibly soft. Wilder forced his lips to form the words of the scripture James had started speaking.

After awhile, their bodies pressed together, and the two of them were completely alone and surrounded in a dim, sad candlelight, holding hands and speaking scripture back and forth to one another like the comforting words the other so deserved to hear.