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Fill: Passion and Profession, 6a/?

[anonymous]

If my loyal audience is enjoying reading this even half as much as I'm enjoying writing it then we're definitely having a good time. Thanks, everybody!

Chapter 6

In which the Rev. St. John repents His Weakness, rides in a Howdah, makes an Unpleasant Realization and begins to reconsider His Mission.

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St. John emerged from his bed as the last stars were leaving the sky and walked along the road to the entrance of the great estate. He tried to compose himself to the extent that he could look Cpt. Aquilaine in the eye without blushing in shame or worse-his dream had awoken not only debased thoughts but unexpectedly fond feelings as well. Have I long felt thus about the Captain, or am I merely deceived by the echoes of this impure vision? I pray it is the latter; brotherly affections are a gift from God, but what my soul and body seem to hope for is something tainted.He recited psalms, sang a hymn and, in short, made nearly every good attempt to purge his

Re: Fill: Passion and Profession, 7h/?

[anonymous]

THIS. IS. SO. AWESOME.

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That is all.

Re: Fill: Passion and Profession, 7h/?

[inmyriadbits]

\o/!

omg I love this story so much :D

Re: Fill: Passion and Profession, 7h/?

[tarteaucitron]

augh! i am new to this fic. i never want to be apart from it again. <3

Re: Fill: Passion and Profession, 7h/?

[anonymous]

I ADORE this, anon. Please indulge us with more. There is so much exquisite tension and deliciously oblique licentiousness and pent-up desire and frustration!

<333 This is my happy place forever!

Re: Fill: Passion and Profession, 7h/?

[anonymous]

COME THE FUCK ON, ST JOHN! You are not "risking [your] mortal soul for fleeting love and more base affections". We know you have "passion burning and bubbling up out of [you], scarcely controlled during the day and often keeping [you] awake at night", so why don't you and Cpt Aquilaine, "tanned from the tropical sun", stay awake together?

I AM SO LOOKING FORWARD TO PASSIONATE, REPRESSED, CALVINIST-GUILT-RIDDLED YAY!SEX. \o/ \o/ \o/

Fill: Passion and Profession, 8a/?

[anonymous]

I wish I had time to respond to all of you! But for now, thank you to everyone who's reading and commenting, extra thanks to my beta (this one's beta-d!), and please don't hate me. :D

Chapter 8

In which the Rev. St. John is overwhelmed by a Monsoon and a Caress, fails to curb His Tongue, learns that often Second Attempts are better than Firsts, and finds Himself in Sympathy with St. Peter.As if the very heavens themselves mocked St. John, the weather chose that moment to break; blackness closed in around them, the wind began to blow and the skies opened as the first monsoon of summer began its furious assault on Calcutta. The storm was almost willfully intense, as if attempting to make apology for its tardiness, and he could hardly shout over the roar of the pounding rain

Fill: Passion and Profession, 8b/?

[anonymous]

St. John barged into his sitting room, pulling the Captain roughly behind and closing the door with a slam that shook the stopper in the brandy-glass. “It could not possibly be worse. You have told a man like Cpl. Fitzpatrick that I was … was having relations with you-you have ruined me! I am a Reverend, and everyone in Calcutta shall now think I am a fornicator and sodomite as well

Fill: Passion and Profession, 8c/?

[anonymous]

“Is that what all your talk of young ladies and shepherd boys is about?” Cpt. Aquilaine ran fingers through his wet hair, as if struggling to grasp what they were discussing

Fill: Passion and Profession, 8d/?

[anonymous]

So the Captain smiled, lifted St. John's hand to his mouth and slowly slid the glove away, running his lips over the Reverend's skin as he did so, kissing knuckle, then finger, then nail, then tip, then turning the now-bare hand over and tracing the fingers back down to the palm. Such was the expression of ardor on his face that St. John nearly forgot to draw breath

Fill: Passion and Profession, 8e/?

[anonymous]

The Captain led him into the bedroom; St. John yet again went still with anxiety. I am sitting on his bed, on his sheets, and next he and I will lie down on this bed and I shall be naked-those are his hands, and soon they shall be touching every part of me-what will I do and how shall I do it? O God. I shall shame myself and he shall laugh at my innocence. Cpt. Aquilaine kissed him more insistently, hands lingering over the sharp bones of St. John's hips before moving forward to the buttons on his smalls. But as he began to push St. John back on to the bed St. John caught himself with his elbows, willing himself not to lie down and the Captain paused, uncertain of his welcome.

“I have not done this before, Marcus,” St. John confessed with a look of pleading and fear. “I do not know what I am to do next. I will not do things well. I am afraid.”

Men are such stupid creatures. I have spent my whole life proud of my purity and chastity, and now that I am about to surrender both I am ashamed for not knowing how.“Why-it is much the same

Fill: Passion and Profession, 8f/?

[anonymous]

Cpt. Aquilaine sucked in his breath sharply through clenched teeth and jerked his hand away. St. John felt him shift off, breaking contact, and swing his legs over the side of the bed; he sat there, elbows on his knees and slumped shoulders, staring down at the floorboards. St. John realized what he had just implied. He reached out to clasp the Captain on the arm

Fill: Passion and Profession, 8g/?

[anonymous]

When at last he lay back Cpt. Aquilaine followed him down, broad hands skimming the wiry cords of his arms, lips and teeth tugging at an ear-lobe and causing St. John to gasp aloud as thrills of heat shot into the base of his spine. Ever shy of his strangely-exposed body, he curled in a little while the Captain ran fingers lightly down his ribs. He twisted with tension and pleasure under those fingers, even as they simply rested unmoving on the crest of one hip, but as the Captain's hand shifted down even further, tracing a line up his thigh before-o God have mercy-sliding along the tender pale underside of his buttock, he could not help but pull himself violently away

Fill: Passion and Profession, 8h/?

[anonymous]

The words sent a different sort of thrill down St. John's spine, but he too had grown unexpectedly weary and felt himself drifting off. “Did we truly go to the symphony tonight? It seems years ago.”

From under the blankets, the Captain chuckled softly. “We did indeed, and yes-it feels very distant. But do not worry that you were precipitous, as you say; that is often the way at first. Sleep a little, and I shall show you what I mean.” He pulled St. John closer so his back was flush against the Captain's chest; St. John needed no further encouragement.

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The rain had tapered off for the present and the grandfather clock in the lobby began to chime, waking the Reverend with a start. He sat up and listened intently as it struck one-two-three, without even quite remembering why the time of night was so important. Next to him, one arm still holding him close, the Captain shifted and stirred a little

Re: Fill: Passion and Profession, 8h/?

[misspamela]

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I AM YOUR GODDAMNED SERVANT, ANON.

IT HAPPENED OH MY GOD IT FINALLY HAPPENED AND IT WAS AMAZING AND AWKWARD AND BEAUTIFUL AND SO SAD AND I LOVE YOU, ANON.

BRB REREADING THIS A THOUSAND TIMES.

YES I HAVE AN ICON OF FANART OF YOUR FIC, THIS IS HOW MUCH ILU.

Re: Fill: Passion and Profession, 8h/?

[linaerys]

Wow, this was so intense! And Oh, St. John, I knew there would be a price.