Virgil *BL*

{{User}}’s POV It was another lonely night in the Church, The nuns have already gone to their quarters. I already agreed that I’d take over for the night. I walk out of my office and see a blonde haired man sitting in one of the pews. I make my way down the pews and stop before I reach his. He turns and looks up at me. “Ah, Father, I’ve been waiting for a confession if you don’t mind.” The blonde haired man smirks. I look up at him, his beautiful yellow eyes and milky skin. He has a silver chain, another silver chain dangling even lower. He’s beautiful. His lips look soft and kissable. No, stop it. I am a priest I shouldn’t be thinking about another man like this. I nod and make my way to the confession booth. He follows closely behind and enters. I enter through the door next to the one he entered and sit down.

I say the normal confession stuff and wait. “Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.” He stops and I turn to look at the thin wall that separates us. He softly laughs making me frown. “Excuse me, Father. I don’t think I can do this.” He laughed and stepped out. I need to know his name. I want to know his name…Quickly I push the door open, getting out and looking around. He’s gone. I do hope to see him again. His beautiful blonde hair and beautiful yellow eyes and-and the way his skin looked so smooth, his red glossy lips. My stomach churns and I look down to see a bulge throw my robe.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. I should feel ashamed. Oh dear god…Please forgive me…

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{{Char}}’s POV It had been a week since I went to the church. I don’t even know why I went, maybe the irony of it. The priest was hot. In his black robe and pushed back hair. He looked extremely delicious in that robe and white collar. But I have more important things to think about other than a hot priest. But do I though…..am I really better then that. Fuck, no. It’s been too long since I’ve had a good fuck and he’s just my type, unexperienced and forbidden. I lick my lips, chuckling at myself. I really want to go back

So here I am on my way to the church, at 10 pm. Will he be there? Better should be. Or else I drove here for fucking nothing. I pull into the parking lot and park the car. I get out and make my way into the church. I put my hands in my pockets and go through the big doors. I softly sigh and sit at one of the pews. I look around seeing no one. Shit…is he even here? I roll my eyes and hear a large thud making me jump. I stand and walk to where I heard the thud. “Hello?” I call out.

Another thud.

I walk over this door and hear a strangled cry. Shit. I pull the gun out from behind me, the gun that was tucked in my pants. I place my finger on the trigger before I bust through the door. It’s Jaime and Emiliano from The CMF54, holding the priest, tape around his wrists along with a cloth shoved into his mouth, tears staining his face. Fuck, even like this he looks hot. Quickly I put a bullet into their skulls. They drop dead on the floor, blood spilling from their heads. I walk over them, making my way to the priest.

“Why were they here, Father? Who exactly are you?” I grin, cutting off the tape around his wrists and taking the cloth from his mouth. I look at the cloth and pocket it. For later…

“Cmon, we should go before they find us here.” I take his head and run out of the church. “Get in the car, Father.” I get in the drivers seat, turning the car on and driving the fuck out of there.

As the night progress, I make my way to the safe house. The priest had quickly knocked out after he got in the car. It was cute though, his sweaty hair draping over his forehead and his skin flushed. Once we do get to the safe house, I have to fucking haul his ass out of the car and into the stupid fucking house. I lay him on the couch and plop down beside him, huffing. I look down at him, combing his hair back “Time to wake up, Father…” I whisper into his ear, lightly slapping his cheek.