Confessions - Part 2

May 12, 2008 21:16

Title: Confessions
Written by: viggorlibean3 & okinay AKA Gayla & Gwen
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Viggo/Orlando
Disclaimer: No harm, no foul
Warning: No disrespect intended to the clergy
Note: Co-writing exercise fuelled by prompt ‘hands and knees’

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Confessions - Part 2

“I am happy that you have found your way back,” Viggo said as he peered through the wire grating that separated him from the one thing he truly wanted and knew he could not have. “Please, continue. For what sins are you asking for forgiveness?”

It was now or never, Orlando thought as he lifted his head and met the man’s sky blue eyes. His stomach clenched with both fear and arousal.

“I have dreams… of you and I… together… pleasuring each other. And while I know it’s wrong, I can’t help but wonder what it would feel like to have your hands on me, to feel you moving inside of me, to know what your skin tastes like after you come,” he said as his breathing quickened.

Viggo’s cock, previously half-hard from the mere presence of the young man, snapped to attention. His pulse thundered in his veins, causing his cock to throb in time with his heartbeat.

"Orlando." Viggo's voice was raspy, but it carried a warning tone to it.

Orlando continued, leaning closer to the thin wall that separated him from his wanton desires. "In my fantasies you are not my priest, but my lover. Do you ever think of me in that way? Do you ever fantasize about me, us together, pleasuring one another? Do you, Viggo?"

Orlando's hands were sweating; he rubbed them down his thighs, brushing his rigid cock, causing a deep moan to emit from his throat. "I'm touching myself, Viggo. I'm imagining it’s your hands on me. Would you like to touch me? Feeling how hard I am for you right now?"

Viggo closed his eyes, fighting the demons that were attempting to take over his soul. He slid one hand into the folds of his robe, causing the silk to brush his own erection. He lifted his other hand, biting his fist to keep from making any noises, noises that would draw too much attention. Viggo opened his mouth to speak… then there was a knock on his door.

"Father Viggo, is everything alright?" Father Ian inquired from outside the confessional booth. He had been passing by when he thought he heard a groan.

"Everything is fine, Father,” Viggo managed to reply in what he hoped was a normal sounding voice.

“Very well,” Father Ian replied before making his way through the sanctuary and to his office.

The fact that they were almost caught caused Orlando to giggle quietly.

“It’s not funny, Orlando,” Viggo whispered disapprovingly. “This… we can’t… you can’t… I think it would be best if you go.”

Though the dismissal stung, it did not deter the young man. He was going to finish what he had started. “Do you, Viggo?” he asked as he moved from the bench seat to his knees, sliding the fingers of his left hand through the mesh grating and curling them, anchoring him where he knelt. “Do you really want me to go?” Knowing eyes traveled over the man’s guilt-ridden face, down the horrid robe that covered the man’s body, and zeroed in on the slight bulge in the priest’s lap. A small smile played on Orlando’s lips. “I don’t think you want me to, do you?”

Not trusting himself to speak for fear of telling the young man exactly what he was thinking, Viggo shook his head.

“Are you going to answer my question?”

Viggo closed his eyes and let his head fall back against the wooden wall, wishing with all his heart that he had the strength to get up and walk away. Instead, he sighed deeply and resigned himself to whatever fate God chose for him… if he managed to reach the Pearly Gates.

“Yes, I have… entertained… impure thoughts about you… about us.”

Orlando slowly stroked his cloth-covered erection. “Tell me.”

“No,” Viggo said with a shake of his blond head. “I…”

“Have you thought about me on my knees, sucking you off? Or maybe I’m on my hands and knees on the bed, with you behind me, fucking me until I scream? Or maybe… maybe it’s you who is sucking me off. Or could it be that I’m the one buried deep inside your body, fucking your virgin ass, hitting your sweet spot repeatedly until you see stars?” Orlando asked as he pressed the heel of his hand against his throbbing member.

Viggo wrapped his hand around his cock and gave himself over to the fantasy the young man was weaving.

"I'm so close to coming. Tell me to stop, Viggo, and I'll leave. I'll go find someone else to sate my desire, but I don't believe you want that, do you? I think you'd rather I come with your name on my lips instead of some stranger’s that I've picked up in a random bar."

Orlando’s hand on his cock started to speed up when he heard heavy breathing coming from Viggo, who still hadn't given any details to what the impure thoughts were. "I'm going to leave now." Orlando went to stand and felt fingers griping his through the grate between them.

"No... Orlando. Not yet." Taking a deep breath, Viggo leaned forward and lightly kissed the tips of Orlando's fingers. "What do you want of me?" His voice was low; there was no mistaking the desire. Orlando felt a thrill of victory when Viggo's lips touch his fingers.

"What I want is for you to meet me somewhere so we can talk. My place or some random hotel, I don't care, as long as we're alone and it's quiet. Will you do that, Viggo? Will you take a chance on me, on us?"

Viggo's heart answered before his head had a chance to protest. "Yes. Where?"

"Here, take this." Orlando slipped a rectangle piece of cardboard through the grate. "My home address is written on the back. Meet me there in an hour."

With that, Orlando slipped out of the booth and left Viggo alone, contemplating the good and the evil of what would happen an hour from then.

Part 3



vigorli, confessions

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