Title: Overcome By Your Sin
By: Bridget McKennitt
Pairing: Father O'Malley/OMC
Rating: PG
Word Count: 461
Summary: "I've been a bad, bad boy, Father. Please, allow me to do penance so I may be forgiven for my sins."
Contains: No warnings in as far I know that can't be extrapolated from the header itself.
Disclaimer: Satan's Alley is owned by the makers of Tropic Thunder and other companies. They are used here without permission, and for entertainment purposes only. No challenge or infringement upon the copyright is intended, nor should any be inferred.
Author's Notes: Written for numinicious in the Yuletide 2008 Challenge.
The man, though he was barely such as he straddled the line between man and boy, entered the monastery with such wonder in his eyes, Father O'Malley could not help but take notice.
He kept watch on the man the next several weeks, watching him with the other monks, watching him kneel before God to pray. Father always kept watch. The wanting and sinful lusting did not come immediately, no, but the wanting did settle upon him like another robe - a heavy burden that made him take to his knees often in search of an answer.
During one of those sessions, questioning God for allowing such perverse thoughts to flood his mind, the man knelt beside him in the empty, vast chamber. His hands were entwined to pray, and the Father broke off his own prayer to watch the silent words tumble out from the man's lips.
"You watch me," he said and Father jerked back into reality. The man smiled and dropped his hands. "I've noticed your eyes on me since I first arrived. What is it that you seek, Father?"
He shook his head, a blush staining his cheeks as he realized he was not as careful as he had thought he was. "Forgive me, son. I only seek the Lord's forgiveness."
"Is it a sin to love, Father? God created us to love." The man's eyes twinkled in the candlelight, making Father's head spin with sinful thoughts. He needed to pray.
"It is not a sin to love, but only if it is between a man and a woman, or between one's self and the Lord. Forgive me, but I must go. I have chores that must be attended to before the day ends."
As he rose to his feet, the man reached up and grasped his wrist in a gentle hold. Gentle and light, yet Father could not pull away. "I've been a bad, bad boy, Father. Please, allow me to do penance so I may be forgiven for my sins."
Father took in a shaky breath of air as he looked down at the sinful creature masquerading as an apprentice monk. The light from the candles played havoc with his eyes, casting a lovely glow on the man's lips and cheeks, making him want even more so. "Yes, yes," he said in a rush. "I will pray for you while you do penance."
The man smiled once more. "Thank you, Father." He reached up with his other hand to caress the beads hanging from Father's belt before sliding that hand within his robes. His grip was firm and sure with no hesitation.
Father gasped and shut his eyes, lost in the sensations of the flesh. "Our Father, who art in heaven. Hallowed be thy name..."
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