Confessional
Title: Confessional
Author: xephwrites
Pairings: Dean/Castiel AU
Rating: NC 17 to be safe!
Word Count: 1150
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, or any of its characters. Just playing with toys that are not mine. I promise to return them (mostly) undamaged!
Spoilers: None. It's AU!
Summary: Dean has a confession to make....
Warnings: BLASPHEMY! priest!kink, sinning!kink, underage (Dean is 17), semi-public situation
Notes: Just a dirtyWRONG fic with Cas as a priest and Dean as a horny teenager. I think there might be a plot somewhere......
As soon as I finished writing this, my email dinged. Lo and behold, it was a confirmation email saying that I'll be going straight to hell. Who woulda thought!
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“Forgive me Father, for I have sinned,” the young voice said on the other side of the confessional screen. Father Castiel pinched the bridge of his nose.
“I do not have time for your games, Dean,” he sighed.
“This isn’t a game,” Dean said. “I’m truly sorry for what I did today during your sermon.”
Father Castiel thought back to this morning. Dean and his family were sitting in the front row. While Mary and John Winchester were involved in their prayers, as was their youngest son, Samuel, Dean had different ideas. As Castiel tried to concentrate on his sermon, Dean was licking his lips, running his fingertips across his neck, and God help him, sending him Come Hither looks.
“You said you were truly sorry for that last week,” Father Castiel reminded Dean. “In order to be absolved, one must be repentant. You are not.”
“But I am,” Dean whined on the other side of the screen.
“If you were repentant, you would not be doing that during my sermons week after week,” Castiel said sternly. He didn’t miss the slight hitch in Dean’s steady breaths. “And you are holding up those who are actually here for confession.”
“But I do have a confession, Father,” Dean said with a low pitch to his voice. “You’re a priest, and it’s your duty to hear my confession.”
“Carry on then,” Castiel said, resting back against the chair.
“I’ve been having immoral thoughts about someone in particular lately,” Dean whispered. “Not only is this person a man, but he’s someone that I shouldn’t think about that way.”
Castiel shifted uncomfortably.
“You understand that homosexuality is against the word of God,” Castiel said.
“I know, but I just can’t help it,” Dean whispered as he rested his head against the screen. Castiel finally risked looking over to the teen.
The faint light made his features difficult to see, but Father Castiel could still make out the sharp jaw and his pale skin. Castiel closed his eyes and tried to concentrate on listening.
“I touch myself at night, thinking about him,” Dean said lowly. “And I know it’s wrong, but the more I think about how wrong it is, the more I want him.”
Castiel knew who Dean was talking about, but he didn’t want to believe it.
“And I think if he would let go, he would want me too,” Dean panted.
“Dean, I am a priest. I have devoted my life to the Lord,” Castiel said softly. “In that, I need to forsake certain pleasures.”
Dean kept his head down and spread one out on the confessional screen. His breathing was uneven. Castiel’s cheeks burned.
“Are you pleasuring yourself?” He hissed. Dean tried to hold back a soft moan and his shoulders twitched.
“Of all the inappropriate and blasphemous things!” Castiel hissed again. Dean’s body shuddered again.
“Father, please,” Dean begged.
“For this defilement of a sacred place, you should be struck down by the Lord himself!” Castiel tried to keep from shouting. His stomach rolled with disgust, and he felt heat pooling where he hasn’t felt it in a very long time.
“There is no absolution for this sin,” Castiel said firmly. Dean gave a soft moan and his body went tense. A thick, salty smell filled the confessional as Dean tried to calm his breathing. Castiel’s own dick gave an interested twitch under his robes.
“Dean, what have you done?” Castiel asked, trying to will his hard on away.
“Just confessed, Father,” Dean said, looking through the screen. He brought his other hand up and licked the white fluid off his fingers. Castiel tried not to moan at the sight. “You want me too, don’t you?” Dean asked as he pressed his forehead against the screen. He could only make out the outline of the priest.
“Dean, I am a priest and you are a minor. It is not appropriate,” Castiel said, trying to keep his voice steady.
“Fuck appropriate! Truth. You. Want. Me,” Dean gritted out as he ran his tongue across the screen.
God help me, yes, Castiel thought.
“This confession is over,” Castiel said as he burst out of the confessional booth. Father Uriel gave him a questioning look.
“Are you ill?” Uriel asked. Castiel nodded and ran past him towards the rectory and his private quarters.
Inside the safety of his rooms, Castiel locked the door and leaned up against it. His dick was throbbing like it hasn’t in years. His eyes were screwed shut as his body warred with his mind and his vows.
“I will not give in,” Castiel chanted against the door. He tried to distract himself, but Dean’s words repeated in his head, making the temptation worse.
There was a soft knock at the door.
“Yes?” Castiel croaked against the wood.
“Father Uriel said you ran off,” Dean said from the other side of the door. Castiel groaned and banged his forehead against the wood.
“Leave me in peace, Dean,” Castiel begged.
“I just want to know,” Dean said softly. In his mind’s eye, Castiel saw Dean leaning against the door the way he was. Castiel balled his fist and hit the door.
“Play these games with someone else!” Castiel shouted at the teenager on the other side. “I will not let my faith and career be ruined for the amusement of some bored child!”
“Just answer me,” Dean said from the other side.
“Yes,” Castiel mouthed as his hand slipped under his robe. His hand brushed himself through his dress pants and he bit back a moan. He palmed himself as Dean called out to him.
“Deliver me from evil,” Castiel choked out, his hips bucking erratically as he got closer to the edge.
“Say it,” Dean said. “Say it, Cas.”
“Yes,” Castiel groaned against the door. “God in heaven, yes!” He gave one last hard press to himself and spilled inside his pants. Overcome with sensations he’s no longer used to, Castiel’s knees gave out and he sank to the floor.
Minutes, hours could have passed while Castiel remained on the floor, panting, as guilt and nausea passed over him. Another knock sounded at the door.
“Cas, let me in,” Dean said.
“Lord, forgive me,” Castiel whispered as he opened the door, still sitting on the floor.
Dean kicked the door behind him and crawled on top of the priest sprawled on the floor. Castiel’s hands grabbed at Dean’s shoulders and pulled him in for a harsh kiss. Dean pulled away and began placing kisses along Castiel’s neck, nipping at the fabric of his clerical collar.
“Pray for us, Father,” Dean breathed against the priest’s neck. Castiel gasped as teeth dragged over his pulse point.
“O heavenly Father,” Castiel gasped. “I pray thee to grant us,” another gasp as Dean nibbled at Castiel’s Adam’s apple. “Forgiveness for our actions.”
“You’re going to need to pray every fucking day,“ Dean growled.
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Comments welcomed and adored!!!
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Author: xephwrites
Pairings: Dean/Castiel AU
Rating: NC 17 to be safe!
Word Count: 1150
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, or any of its characters. Just playing with toys that are not mine. I promise to return them (mostly) undamaged!
Spoilers: None. It's AU!
Summary: Dean has a confession to make....
Warnings: BLASPHEMY! priest!kink, sinning!kink, underage (Dean is 17), semi-public situation
Notes: Just a dirtyWRONG fic with Cas as a priest and Dean as a horny teenager. I think there might be a plot somewhere......
As soon as I finished writing this, my email dinged. Lo and behold, it was a confirmation email saying that I'll be going straight to hell. Who woulda thought!
~*~*~*~*~
“Forgive me Father, for I have sinned,” the young voice said on the other side of the confessional screen. Father Castiel pinched the bridge of his nose.
“I do not have time for your games, Dean,” he sighed.
“This isn’t a game,” Dean said. “I’m truly sorry for what I did today during your sermon.”
Father Castiel thought back to this morning. Dean and his family were sitting in the front row. While Mary and John Winchester were involved in their prayers, as was their youngest son, Samuel, Dean had different ideas. As Castiel tried to concentrate on his sermon, Dean was licking his lips, running his fingertips across his neck, and God help him, sending him Come Hither looks.
“You said you were truly sorry for that last week,” Father Castiel reminded Dean. “In order to be absolved, one must be repentant. You are not.”
“But I am,” Dean whined on the other side of the screen.
“If you were repentant, you would not be doing that during my sermons week after week,” Castiel said sternly. He didn’t miss the slight hitch in Dean’s steady breaths. “And you are holding up those who are actually here for confession.”
“But I do have a confession, Father,” Dean said with a low pitch to his voice. “You’re a priest, and it’s your duty to hear my confession.”
“Carry on then,” Castiel said, resting back against the chair.
“I’ve been having immoral thoughts about someone in particular lately,” Dean whispered. “Not only is this person a man, but he’s someone that I shouldn’t think about that way.”
Castiel shifted uncomfortably.
“You understand that homosexuality is against the word of God,” Castiel said.
“I know, but I just can’t help it,” Dean whispered as he rested his head against the screen. Castiel finally risked looking over to the teen.
The faint light made his features difficult to see, but Father Castiel could still make out the sharp jaw and his pale skin. Castiel closed his eyes and tried to concentrate on listening.
“I touch myself at night, thinking about him,” Dean said lowly. “And I know it’s wrong, but the more I think about how wrong it is, the more I want him.”
Castiel knew who Dean was talking about, but he didn’t want to believe it.
“And I think if he would let go, he would want me too,” Dean panted.
“Dean, I am a priest. I have devoted my life to the Lord,” Castiel said softly. “In that, I need to forsake certain pleasures.”
Dean kept his head down and spread one out on the confessional screen. His breathing was uneven. Castiel’s cheeks burned.
“Are you pleasuring yourself?” He hissed. Dean tried to hold back a soft moan and his shoulders twitched.
“Of all the inappropriate and blasphemous things!” Castiel hissed again. Dean’s body shuddered again.
“Father, please,” Dean begged.
“For this defilement of a sacred place, you should be struck down by the Lord himself!” Castiel tried to keep from shouting. His stomach rolled with disgust, and he felt heat pooling where he hasn’t felt it in a very long time.
“There is no absolution for this sin,” Castiel said firmly. Dean gave a soft moan and his body went tense. A thick, salty smell filled the confessional as Dean tried to calm his breathing. Castiel’s own dick gave an interested twitch under his robes.
“Dean, what have you done?” Castiel asked, trying to will his hard on away.
“Just confessed, Father,” Dean said, looking through the screen. He brought his other hand up and licked the white fluid off his fingers. Castiel tried not to moan at the sight. “You want me too, don’t you?” Dean asked as he pressed his forehead against the screen. He could only make out the outline of the priest.
“Dean, I am a priest and you are a minor. It is not appropriate,” Castiel said, trying to keep his voice steady.
“Fuck appropriate! Truth. You. Want. Me,” Dean gritted out as he ran his tongue across the screen.
God help me, yes, Castiel thought.
“This confession is over,” Castiel said as he burst out of the confessional booth. Father Uriel gave him a questioning look.
“Are you ill?” Uriel asked. Castiel nodded and ran past him towards the rectory and his private quarters.
Inside the safety of his rooms, Castiel locked the door and leaned up against it. His dick was throbbing like it hasn’t in years. His eyes were screwed shut as his body warred with his mind and his vows.
“I will not give in,” Castiel chanted against the door. He tried to distract himself, but Dean’s words repeated in his head, making the temptation worse.
There was a soft knock at the door.
“Yes?” Castiel croaked against the wood.
“Father Uriel said you ran off,” Dean said from the other side of the door. Castiel groaned and banged his forehead against the wood.
“Leave me in peace, Dean,” Castiel begged.
“I just want to know,” Dean said softly. In his mind’s eye, Castiel saw Dean leaning against the door the way he was. Castiel balled his fist and hit the door.
“Play these games with someone else!” Castiel shouted at the teenager on the other side. “I will not let my faith and career be ruined for the amusement of some bored child!”
“Just answer me,” Dean said from the other side.
“Yes,” Castiel mouthed as his hand slipped under his robe. His hand brushed himself through his dress pants and he bit back a moan. He palmed himself as Dean called out to him.
“Deliver me from evil,” Castiel choked out, his hips bucking erratically as he got closer to the edge.
“Say it,” Dean said. “Say it, Cas.”
“Yes,” Castiel groaned against the door. “God in heaven, yes!” He gave one last hard press to himself and spilled inside his pants. Overcome with sensations he’s no longer used to, Castiel’s knees gave out and he sank to the floor.
Minutes, hours could have passed while Castiel remained on the floor, panting, as guilt and nausea passed over him. Another knock sounded at the door.
“Cas, let me in,” Dean said.
“Lord, forgive me,” Castiel whispered as he opened the door, still sitting on the floor.
Dean kicked the door behind him and crawled on top of the priest sprawled on the floor. Castiel’s hands grabbed at Dean’s shoulders and pulled him in for a harsh kiss. Dean pulled away and began placing kisses along Castiel’s neck, nipping at the fabric of his clerical collar.
“Pray for us, Father,” Dean breathed against the priest’s neck. Castiel gasped as teeth dragged over his pulse point.
“O heavenly Father,” Castiel gasped. “I pray thee to grant us,” another gasp as Dean nibbled at Castiel’s Adam’s apple. “Forgiveness for our actions.”
“You’re going to need to pray every fucking day,“ Dean growled.
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Comments welcomed and adored!!!
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