Rule 4 - Eisley
“Constantine?” I called into the building. I stood just outside the doors, hesitant to go in.
“Yes, my child?” Amusement rang out in Constantine’s tone as he stepped out from the shadows in the chapel. I stepped inside, shaking my head in disbelief.
“Oh, hell no.”
For a moment, my mind went completely blank. Then, I relaxed.
Constantine, dressed in all black, wearing the white collar and all, grinned at me, raising his hands to show off his new outfit. “That language is kind of frowned upon here. What do you think?”
I took him in, starting at his feet, drinking him up. His clothes were perfectly fitted. He was the hottest priest I’d ever seen.
“Oh, child.” He came to me, his smile full of laughter. “If your mouth hangs open any longer, a fly might get in.”
I snapped my mouth shut quickly and rolled my eyes. “This feels blasphemous.”
“Doesn’t it?” His blue eyes were alight with excitement. “I came to look for prewritten sermons, and they opened the place right up. They offered to pay me to hang out and take confessionals during the day. I figured, since we’re stuck here, why not?”
I struggled with my words but made sure I was careful as I asked him my next question. “This isn’t… triggering?”
“Why?” He cocked his head playfully, but I caught his jaw tick. “Because of my dad? Nah, I actually think watching him preach for most of my childhood will prove helpful come Sunday. All I gotta do is wave my arms and tell people why what they are doing is sinful. Easy.”
“Constantine…” I sighed. I knew I was right to come check on him.
We didn’t talk about The Minister much. It was a silent agreement that we wanted to move away and forget about what had been done to us and what he’d been planning.
He put his hands around my waist and pulled me into his arms. I inhaled his cologne and sighed.
“You ever want to fuck a man of the clergy?” He grinned. I blushed and pushed gently on his chest, stepping away. I looked around.
“Constantine,” I started. I wasn’t sure how comfortable I felt about this. I’d been worried about him being triggered, but it was me who couldn’t shake the dark thoughts.
“Father,” he corrected. “Father Duvall please, Eisley.”
My insides twisted. “Father, the doors are open. What if someone comes in?”
“I’ve already seen a handful of the town this morning. Lots of sinners coming to confess. You wouldn’t believe what some of these people have been up to.”
This all felt so incredibly wrong.
“How did you know what to do?”
He shrugged. “I did a quick search online and let the townsfolk take the lead with it. They are gluttons for penance.”
“Are you sure you’re okay?” I asked again.
“Eisley,” he laughed. “I’m fine. Why do you keep asking me that?”
“You… you look like him.”
He blinked, and in an instant, the amusement in his eyes was gone. He swallowed.
“Please don’t say that.” He turned, looking at a mirror across the room. From a distance, they looked nearly identical, based on my memory. Constantine must have seen it too, because he shifted uncomfortably. “I can’t help what my face looks like.”
“I know,” I said, reaching out to hug him from behind.
“I’m not him.” His jaw went tight, and his fists clenched at his sides.
“Of course not. You’re…” I hesitated. I was going to say he was too good to be his father, but we were currently on the run because he’d murdered half of the town that had betrayed us. “There’s not many who could be as evil as he was. You’ll never be him.”
If he was listening, he didn’t show it. His gaze was stuck on the mirror. His eyes were glazed over as if lost in a memory. I tugged on his arm, and he didn’t move until I called his name more than a few times.
“Constantine!”
Finally, he blinked and turned to me. My blood ran cold as I saw something… different. His eyes had changed. They were… cold.
“Yes, child?”
A shiver went through me. I gulped. If he wanted to do this, I’d play along.
“Forgive me, Father.”
His eyes sparked. My heart leaped at the response. He wasn’t completely lost in his mind. He was there, just… buried.
I took his hand, squeezing it tightly.
“Have you sinned?”
“Yes,” I whispered. “Please, save my soul.”
He shook his head.
“Sins cannot be forgiven outside of confession, child. Would you like to go into the booth?” He pointed to it with a head nod. I turned, and my stomach fluttered.
“Yes, please.”
He dropped my hand and waved me forward. I went on shaky legs and was surprised when he opened the door to his side and pulled me in with him. He sat down. I stared at him, confused.
Constantine unzipped his pants, removing his fully erect cock.
“Take your penance,” he ordered in a low growl. I opened and closed my mouth, and slowly, lowered myself to my knees. He spread his legs open, and I moved between them, grasping his cock. I stroked it, and then brought my mouth down onto it, licking down his shaft.
I closed my eyes and focused on taking him as far as I could down my throat when suddenly, there was a rustling from the other side, the door opened, and someone sat down.
I jerked my head up, and Constantine shoved me back down. I choked on his throbbing length as he gently massaged my jaw, encouraging me to keep going. I was frozen in terror, unsure of what to do.
Constantine, without missing a beat, slid the screen door open and turned his head.
“Yes, child. You have come to confess?”
“Yes, Father.”
“Go on, child.” He spoke to both of us as he fisted my hair and urged my head down. I ran my tongue up his shaft as the person on the other side spoke.
“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. My last confession was two months ago,” the man said. “I have coveted my neighbor.”
“How so?” Constantine asked him, continuing to urge me to keep going. I was careful to raise my head, but slowly, I moved, continuing what I’d been doing before the man had come in.
“He has a beautiful yard. I can never get my grass as green as his. And he bought a new truck. We live on the same street. We work at the same shop. I don’t understand where he got the money. It kills me inside; I just get so jealous!”
“I see. And do you act on your feelings?” Constantine thrust his hips up, making it look like he was just shifting in his seat.
“I think he knows. We have poker night once a week, just friendly fun, and the last time I hosted, I’d had a few drinks, and I made a comment about the truck and money. It made him uncomfortable.”
“Did you apologize?” Constantine dropped his head back.
“No, Father. I wasn’t sure how, but we don’t talk at work as much now. I’m afraid my jealousy has ruined our friendship.”
“Jealousy can ruin a lot of things. It makes you destructive.” He tugged firmly on my hair as his breathing sped up.
“I know. I’m sorry for these and all my sins.”
“You’re doing good,” Constantine panted. I picked up my pace, sucking harder, determined to get him to finish right here, right now.
“I am?” the stranger asked. There was a creek in the wood as the man leaned forward, closer to the screen. Constantine lifted his arm to shield me from view.
“Yes,” Constantine gasped. “To prove you are sincere in your repentance, I ask you to apologize to your neighbor and find a place to donate your time in town. A soup kitchen, perhaps.”
“We do have one of those here.”
“Good. Then please take time this week to volunteer as your penance.”
“I-I can do that. Yes, that’s a good idea.”
“Let us pray.”
I ran my tongue up and then back down, and then up again, swirling my tongue around his throbbing shaft. I brought my hand up to assist, stroking him as I focused on the head.
The man recited his prayer, and Constantine muttered along with him, trying to hold it together. He pushed my hand away and fisted my hair, shoving me down as he erupted.
“Yes, good! Don’t stop,” Constantine growled, and the man repeated the prayer as Constantine pumped into my mouth, spilling his seed down my throat.
“Amen,” both men said in unison. Constantine held me down as he came to, straightened his posture, and spoke to the man.
“Go in peace, child. For the Lord forgives you of your sins.”
I stayed frozen at his knees and fought back a giggle.
The man on the other side’s god may have forgiven him for his sins, but there’s no way he’d forgive us for ours.