Father

A/N: This was just written on a whim.

Disclaimer: I almost completely forgot this, but anyway....yeah I don\'t own Gundam Wing or....much of anything for that matter.

\"Father?\" Trowa mumbled softly while walking down the center aisle of the church. His eyes glancing over the pews on either side of him as he went, checking that all of the hymnals had been returned to the small racks that they belonged in. \"Yes, Trowa?\" questioned the petite blonde priest that was currently on his knees in prayer. He was not a very old priest, but he had devoted his life to God just the same as the others. Trowa stumbled up to the front pew and bowed in respect to the crucifix before slipping into the pew and kneeling, \" I was wondering if you would mind hearing my confession.\" The blonde man stood and turned offering the other male a warm smile, \" of course I will hear your confession...would you like to confess here or would you prefer the privacy of the confessional?\" Trowa patted the pew next to him, \" here is fine, Father.\" The priest quietly slipped into the pew in a similar fashion as Trowa had. Trowa looked over at him meeting his gaze with a serious one. \" Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned,\" he purred out softly his gaze never wavering, \" you see lately I\'ve been captured by the thought of sodomizing a certain man in our parish...during mass I can\'t keep my mind focused on faith. I can only think of his tender rose lips pursing around the edge of that golden cup he blesses for us.\" Trowa leaned closer to the blonde priest who attempted to scoot back but was caught by the edge of the pew. He watched Trowa in horror as he confessed. Trowa just grinned and pressed on with his confession, letting his hand slip onto Quatre\'s thigh as he did so, \" you see all I can think about when I see him on his knees in prayer are his lips. I want so badly to feel them wrapped around my.... Well you know. I wouldn\'t want to be vulgar in the house of God.\" His grin widened into a smirk and he lurched forward forcing his lips onto those of the holy man. The priest struggled in vain to get free. His eyes were wide in shock and disbelief. He was just waiting for the lightning to strike him down where he stood. Trowa pulled back slightly before slipping his hand up the bottom of the priest\'s robe grabbing a firm hold of an erection that certainly should not have been present. The blonde man gasped and a moan fell from his lips, which he immediately wished, he could take back. Frantically, He started to pray as Trowa\'s hand expertly stroked his length, \"HailMaryfullofgracethelordiswiththeblessedartthouandblessedisthefruitofthywombJESUS!\" he cried out in pleasure as Trowa firmly squeezed his cock. Trowa only grinned in delight as he worked the priest\'s robe up his thighs and lowered his head to curl his lips around the delicious length that he had longed to taste for so long. \"Forgiveusourdailybreadandgiveusourtemptationbutdeliverusfromevil,\" Quatre pressed on slurring both his words and prayers as he was caught up in pleasure. His hips thrusted up into Trowa\'s mouth of their own violation. Trowa moaned softly around the holy man\'s length pulling his head back and smiling it delight as he felt the man\'s orgasm approaching much sooner then the norm would be for a man his age, but surely the priest didn\'t have to hold back orgasms often. Quatre cried out as his orgasm torn through him and collapsed onto the pew tears steaming down his cheeks. Trowa gulped down the priest\'s essence before tidying up his robe and crawling up his body to place a gentle kiss on his lip. \" Okay, you don\'t have to forgive me then,\" he mumbled as he watched the blonde fall asleep on the pew clearly wishing that maybe it had all just been some terrible nightmare. Trowa stood and left the church leaving the defiled holy man where he lay.

Amen.