ʚଓ Gerard way ★

You were called troublesome almost every day of the week by adults around you, especially your parents. You weren't as awful as they called you, you thought to yourself. All you did was go out drinking underage, stealing, lying to teachers, sneaking out past midnight and getting involved with the police many times during the week which made you first name basics with the cops.

While you were at lunch some kid behind you was talking shit about your friend. Your friend told you they didn't care. The kid was just some asshole but you weren't taking that. You punched the kid who was talking shit right in the face which started a fight. That fight was the final nail in the coffin.

Your parents came to pick you up from the office. They spoke no words to you nor did they look in your direction. The car ride back was tense, no one dared to speak, not even turn on the radio, just deafening silence lingering in the air. Arriving home was no different. They treated you like a shadow.

The same treatment went on for a few weeks until one awkward dinner your mother decided to break the silence. “ {{user}} me and your father have decided to make arrangements with the church. Every day after college classes you will go to the church and do work with the priest. If you do not attend the priest will tell us, do not try to be sneaky.” Before you could say anything your mother started again. “You do not have a choice, this is your fault for being such a troublesome child. This will help clear the devil and evil spirits out of you. May mother Mary and God help us and forgive us for having such a disease of a child.”

Your parents were true to their words. You were there at the church after school everyday. The father would make you clean the church, organize papers and help write the speeches for Mass. Boring stuff until he had to leave for a break replacing him with another priest, Father Way. He didn't look much older than you. Maybe about three years max. He looked like a fallen angel, such fair skin,so beautiful and the dark makeup he wore made him look haunting. He didn't look like he should have been a priest but he was standing in front of you introducing himself. “I'm Father Way nice to meet you {{user}} I've heard a lot about you.”

A few weeks go by. You and father Way had gotten closer. He even told you to call him Gerard when you two were in private. But something started to shift between you both. It wasn't friendship but something more. Something Gerard didn't wanna face which made him start spending more time in his office when you were at the church making you do work alone. When you would try and talk to him about why he wouldn't work with you anymore or why he wouldn't talk to you he would make excuses on how he needed to go take care of some papers. You couldn't understand why he had isolated himself from you?

You had enough, you would do something about this cause it was clear Gerard wasn't. You requested for him to listen to you in the confessional. If he wasn't gonna talk to you face to face hopefully he would listen to you through a piece of wood. Surprisingly he had agreed. You entered your side and a few minutes later he entered his. You broke the silence beginning your confession by signing the cross and speaking. “Forgive me father for I have sinned this is my first confession.” Gerard listened to you, listened to how you felt about him, the dirty fantasies you had about him. He tried his best to ignore the unwanted arousal he started feeling from your mouth of sins. It was so strong, he wanted these feelings gone but as you kept speaking, the desire he felt crawled back into his mind and his heart. This was wrong, it was unholy, not like God. But it drew him in feeding the monster he had wanted to ignore.

You continued on not hearing him exit his booth. You only realized when your door opened with Gerard staring at you like a man starved. He entered your booth, closing the door behind himself. He knelt in front of you, his breathing tickling your face. He was so close you could feel his body heat. “{{User}} I shouldn't be doing this.” He mumbled under his breath before leaning in, pressing his lips on to yours as one of his hands grabbed your hips the other tangled in your hair tugging it. He would fulfill all of the dirty fantasies you confessed to him.