Sacrilege

Additional warnings: OOC, but how IC can you be when struck by lightning :P Marked AU, as this is not a part of the x3 movie, but rather what happened in another place.

I'm questioning God and M/M relationships. Don't like? Go here instead: www.christianity.com. And, I am not very religious myself, so I've seen a lot of churches and cathedrals but I have NO idea how they "work". And I don't want to know.

This has not been beta'ed, so if anyone spots any mistakes (scandinavian author), please email me, I'd really appreciate it. About as much as reviews.

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Sacrilege

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He always come to me at night.

Yellow, bright eyes adjusted to the dim light from the candles that still burned, the light bathed the old wood and stone in a warm, golden hue. The creature, kneeling in front of the stone steps that led up to the altar was now living in the night, just like him self. Perhaps he had always been. Forced into the darkness for not looking quite right.

He felt the chill of the cold floor with his naked feet as he walked without a sound, his robe flowing lazily behind him as he approached the visitor.

Slowly he came to a halt, stopping behind the kneeling man.

He did not ask his name, even though he did not know it. He did not ask why the man was here, because he knew. Slowly he reached down and placed his hand on the other man’s head, stroking the dark hair gently when he started to speak. American.

“I have a confession to make…”

The man in the cloak just waited while the other slowly opened his vest and jacket, and the zipper on the hooded sweater underneath. The monk clad one waited, his patience well developed as the long years had passed. He waited, until he could grab all the clothes and pull them off with one hand, letting them fall to the side, already forgotten.

“Tell me about your sins.”

Kurt Wagner blinked slowly as he spoke, and he let his fingers run through the damp hair again. He looked down as the man without a name slowly opened stained pants and pushed them down, revealing a strong behind. Kurt let his eyes wander over the half naked body, he was glad to see that he had healed almost completely from his fight with the beautiful Storm.

“I have stolen things. Lied. Cursed. Hurt people.”

Kurt nodded to himself as he watched Toad kick his shoes off. His feet looked good. Also his hands looked nice, when he pulled the dirty, worn gloves off. The skin was pale, shiny, just recently healed from the burns.

“Any more sins you wish to share with me?”

Silence, for a while. Toad rarely showed up for no reason. Sometimes it was just the all too familiar loneliness. Sometimes it was guilt. Kurt never asked.

“I ran away from a challenge.”

It seemed like Toad had at least tried to make his own life a bit better. Kurt could hardly recall how he had looked the day he had stumbled over him in the attic of an old flat in New York. A body covered in infected wounds and the worst burns. Skin peeling off his hands as fast as his sanity, a mind ready to give up, hiding and waiting for the demons to come and take him from one hell to another. Kurt had taken him as a challenge…

“Sometimes, running away is the right thing to do.”

“Yeah, I think it was,” Toad answered as he finally got his pants off. Kurt felt his tail twitch under the heavy folds of the cloak when Toad reached over his shoulders and grabbed Kurt’s hips. Wet, slimy heat slithered along his hard cock, snaked around it, without warning it pulled him inside an incredibly hot mouth. Kurt gasped and his eyes snapped up to the rose window in the northern end of the church. It was dark now, only a pale new moon and the light from the city brought life to it. The entire church seemed dead. The place was only cold, golden paint and stone, worn from the visits and prayers of millions, he could still sense the smell of dust, old books, woodwork and the dead smell of age. He and his young friend were the only living things here.

Kurt let out a shaky sigh and muttered the lord's name.

Slowly, almost inaudibly, he started to say a prayer in Latin as his gaze traveled down, until he could see the golden Christ, nailed forever to a wooden cross.

“Et ne nos inducas… in tentationem…”

“Good luck, dude.”

Kurt smiled, almost laughed at Toad’s muffled words as he pulled free and knelt down beside the mutant.

“Sed libera nos a malo,” he mumbled as he pulled the other man close, and whispered the last word to seal his prayer just before he kissed him. “Amen.”

The kiss was deep and slow, Kurt held it until he felt Toad move impatiently. He smiled and got up, walked up to the altar and looked at the bible placed there. He heard Toad come up to him, so he was not surprised at all when strong arms closed around his chest.

“Why are you so into that book-thing, creepy?”

“You know that,” Kurt answered and turned, met the strange, big, amphibian eyes.

There was hardly any hostility left in the man, Kurt did not know why. He did not even know if the change was for the better or for the worse. If there was one thing he would like to know, then it was if he had done the right thing. Kurt continued looking deep into his eyes, saw the change in his expression when he closed his hand around Toad’s cock and slowly stroked it. Toad closed his eyes and leaned forward, placed his hands on the altar behind Kurt and kissed him again. Kurt groaned when Toad suddenly bucked up into his hand, the action rubbing Kurt’s own cock as well. He whispered something incoherent, hopefully encouraging, as a hand snaked down between them, eased some of the urgent pressure and at the same time he blew new life to another ember of lust.

Toad did not protest as he was slowly turned around and pressed down on his back on the altar, on top of the open bible. Kurt grinned as he bent down and slid Toad’s cock into his mouth, minding his sharp teeth. He could actually read the bible as he let his tongue circle the tip of the cock in his mouth, over and over.

'Einen Propheten wie dich will ich ihnen aus der Mitte ihrer Brüder erstehen lassen. Ich will meine Worte in seinen Mund legen, und er wird zu ihnen alles reden, was ich ihm befehlen werde.'

He was reading the bible. While having a man's erect penis in his mouth. On an altar, under the statue of Christ himself. If he was doing something he shouldn't do, now would be the time for the Lord to let him know. Kurt remembered Bill Hicks. Prankster God. If He created human beings in His image, He'd for sure have a sense of humor, too. Perhaps He appreciated the irony of what Kurt was doing to the other mutant. Perhaps He did not mind, as long as they both had a good time.

That would have been a nice God.

Kurt was ripped from his thoughts, realized he had lost focus on what he was doing when he felt Toad’s fingertips on his hip. Slowly he was pulled up until he stood on all fours over his torso. Toad stared intently at his hands as he reached for Kurt’s cock and started to work it fast. Kurt hissed at the sensation and reached down with his tail, found what he wanted and within seconds they stroked each other in a perfect rhythm.

When Toad became silent and tensed up, Kurt reached down between them with his hand and let it take over for the tail. He placed his other hand on Toad's chest and grinned when he saw the man suddenly gasp for air, his eyes wide open and staring into the ceiling when Kurt's tail stroked, tickling balls and slipping down below them, back and forth, making nerves scream for more. Hands gripped his shoulders, holding on when he snaked the tip of the tail just inside that tight ass, moving it like a snake until Toad whimpered and came, whispering heated curses as Kurt kept on stroking until there was no more slimy come to decorate the slick body under him.

A few seconds went by before Toad moved down, and that long tongue of his slid out of his mouth and started exploring. Kurt stood on all fours, his eyes closed as he felt the tongue circle his cock, slide around his testicles and further. The German found himself almost praying for Toad to do what he did best. He was not disappointed.

Kurt moaned. He could not help it, when Toad slid a dark blue cock into his mouth and closed soft lips around both his own tongue and the limb, letting the tongue slide back and forth, slick slime making the act unique and absolutely fantastic. Kurt just waited. He knew what the other mutant would do for him now. He did. It happened. The tip of that green tongue teased his opening, rubbing back and forth before it slid in, without warning. Kurt gasped for air, then the slight pain from the stretching went away and the tongue rewarded him as it slid over the most sensitive, fantastic creation in his body. He moaned, wanting to bite something as he felt the tongue slide around inside him like a smooth tentacle, hardening and softening, moving just as unpredictably as the one it belonged to.

No one could give a blow job like the Toad. A tail was nothing compared to this.

He could not come fast enough, but still it was way too soon. Toad slipped him out of his mouth, still working that blue ass eagerly with his tongue and stroked Kurt's thigh slowly with his hand as the blue mutant came as well while cursing in German.

After a few moments, Kurt came down from the high of orgasm and sat up. Toad was behind him, he could feel the other man's warm back close to his. Kurt turned and looked a him.

Toad smiled like if he had found some money on the street, and a quick glance down told Kurt why.

“You are a true pervert,” he mumbled. Toad did not even look up. He sat on the altar with the golden cup that was used for sharing the sacramental wine held firmly between his legs. Kurt recognized the contents, and now knew why he was not allowed to come in Toad's mouth. From the look of it, both Kurt's and Toad's semen was collected in the cup. Toad must have scraped it off himself and down into the cup while sucking Kurt's cock.

Clever bastard.

Toad seemed lost in his thoughts as he poured some wine he had found under the altar into the cup, he stirred the contents with his finger, watching come and holy wine mix.

Kurt watched with some fascination as Toad lifted the cup and drank from it. Yellow eyes met his own demon gaze, and Kurt automatically accepted the cup when Toad gave it to him. He looked down at the mixture in it, and back up at Toad. There was no challenge in the other man's eyes, no expectations, just that strange look of curiosity that Kurt liked so much. Perhaps because it was way better than seeing him lost, close to giving up, or angered.

He did not have to. Toad had left him some of it, he drank more than his share. Kurt kept reminding himself he did not have to do it. Toad would not mind if he backed out.

Toad did not give any outward sign of any feelings he might have had, watching Kurt drink down holy wine and the mixture of their semen, and Kurt was glad. Slowly he stroked his hand over the greenish skin of the other.

“Let's get some sleep,” Kurt mumbled, “I'll buy you some breakfast tomorrow.”

Toad looked away, scratching his chin. He did not like having someone buying him things. He would rather kick someone dead and take their money, but Kurt knew he would stick around for food when Kurt was the one to offer it. He hopped down from the altar and pulled Toad down too, leading him into the shadows on the side of it. Kurt pulled out some of the ridiculously decorated religious banners that were stored behind the altar and laid them on the floor, fetched his robe and laid down on the heap of soft fabric.

Kurt knew the drill. Toad crept over to Kurt and laid down on his side, his back to the blue mutant, allowing him to put the robe over them both to keep warm. Neither said a word.

Minutes went by, they passed into an hour, and yet Kurt did not sleep. He wondered why Toad did what he did with that cup. Toad rarely did anything apart from the ordinary sex, in fact, not when around Kurt. He barely even spoke.

That was perhaps the reason for Kurt's surprise when the man slowly turned over on his back in front of him. He kept his eyes closed, though, knowing that Toad waited to see if he would wake up. He did not move, kept his breath steady and relaxed all his muscles. Still, his breath almost caught in his chest when Toad turned all the way to face him. A soft, slightly moist hand came to rest on the side of his neck, fingers sliding into his hair. Kurt felt Toad's forehead touch his own, and soon he felt the other relax and fall into a true, dreamless sleep.


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If you wonder who Bill Hicks is:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-qmglGWMsdk
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jSH6ofHbeUw