Prompt two for 7_deadly_sins_ - Avaritia - Luis García
Series: Saligia 
Title: Avaritia
Author: benitle
Fandom: Football RPS
Characters/Pairing: Luis Garcia (but well, like in the previous part Xabi Alonso is mentioned)
Prompt: Greed
Word Count: 809
Rating: R
Disclaimer: It's all fake, of course.
Author's Notes: Thanks again to my betas lost_loon and ivorylasenza. What would I be without you guys? *smooches both of you at once* Anyway, it’s the second day of Luis’ confession and like the last part it deals with religious subjects. In case you still need to read yesterday's fic, click here. It's not essential, but I advise you to.
Tuesday
"Bendígame, Padre, porque he pecado."
Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.
The Padre is taken aback a bit at first. After all, it’s not very common to see someone again when they confessed the day before because, in all God's honesty, how much can one sin within a day?
A lot, Padre…
Of course, when Luis looks at him, his dark eyes seeking help, the priest is yet again fooled by the angelic appearance, the seeming innocence, is yet again taken aback by the appearance of the faultless boy that Luis knows to play so well.
He tells Luis to kneel down and speak out his sins.
"Do it slowly, child. Tell me everything."
As Luis gets down on the kneeler it creaks, just like the day before.
Get used to the sound, fallen angel.
"Start at the beginning. God is listening. God will forgive."
Will He? Will He really, Padre?
Luis nods, shivering a bit. Today, it’s not only because the position he’s in is not the most comfortable, but today it feels as if an icy breath is blowing against the back of his neck, making the little hairs stand on end.
It's the breath of Mammon himself; Mammon, the ugly demon of this next sin Luis will have to confess, the demon that has hunted him, possessed his soul ever since he and Xabi fucked the whole night.
Angry and hard. Loud and ruthless.
More. More. More.
The Padre must notice, sitting in the middle of the confessional with Luis in exactly the same compartment as yesterday. Again he encourages Luis to speak, to tell him about his sins, to seek relief.
"I have asked for more than I am entitled to, Padre."
Greed.
Avaritia.
This sin is punishable by submersion in oil. Boiling oil that eats away at the greed, that takes, takes, takes from the body that took, took, took, as it blisters and burns and tears and consumes.
Last night it was only hot wax that Luis got to experience, only hot wax that dripped onto his naked skin as Xabi turned around that red candle and poured it over him, to please but not to punish.
"I demanded. I took. I desired more and more and more, Padre."
Luis does not say what it was he demanded, what it was he took and desired. He doesn't mention that it was sex he was craving as Xabi was exhausted and satisfied, that all Xabi wanted was that they sleep peacefully in each other’s arms. Neither does Luis tell that, unlike his lover, he never reached that feeling of gratification, and that he even tempted him to more, seduced, made Xabi horny again until he would agree and give in to the sin of flesh once more.
And again.
And more.
And again.
Luis lowers his gaze as he whispers, his voice almost inaudible, that he knows that this is a grave sin and that he might not be forgiven. There is this worried expression on his face, the real Luis hidden behind an intransparent mask of apparent repent.
Dissembling, devious repent.
"At least, my Son, at least you acknowledge your sin."
The Padre yet tries to be understanding, reassuring.
Fool.
He probably just thought he found himself a lost sheep, a lost sheep that is hoping to find the right path back to the Lord, the Shepherd, to find that path through confession and self-reflection and that this poor sheep needs the Padre’s help to get there.
You could not be further from the truth.
Luis - little Luis with the angelic features - already chose his path and if he asked the Padre to come along, the priest would not dare, because, Luis? He might just go into the wrong direction.
He might just lead him to the left. The right is the right path. The left, in biblical terms, is the pathway, the direction, to the devil. Lucifer.
Luis has been walking that pathway all his life.
Lucifer’s little companion.
The Padre’s voice is just as patronising and soft as the day before when he assures Luis that he is not lost and that there is hope for everyone, because the Lord’s mercifulness is unlimited, even for those who sin, as long as they repent.
If you only knew…
Luis releases a little sigh, a little sigh that could be mistaken for honest relief by someone who still cannot look behind that mask. Quickly, Luis thanks him and the old man smiles that wonderful, pure smile that he always smiles whenever he truly believes that he acted on behalf of the Lord, a representative, who gives the advice that the Holy Father would offer, Himself, if he had a voice and a presence on Earth.
Stupid fool that you are, Padre.
"Amen, Padre."
"Amen. God speed you."
See you tomorrow…
Continued here
Title: Avaritia
Author: benitle
Fandom: Football RPS
Characters/Pairing: Luis Garcia (but well, like in the previous part Xabi Alonso is mentioned)
Prompt: Greed
Word Count: 809
Rating: R
Disclaimer: It's all fake, of course.
Author's Notes: Thanks again to my betas lost_loon and ivorylasenza. What would I be without you guys? *smooches both of you at once* Anyway, it’s the second day of Luis’ confession and like the last part it deals with religious subjects. In case you still need to read yesterday's fic, click here. It's not essential, but I advise you to.
Tuesday
"Bendígame, Padre, porque he pecado."
Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.
The Padre is taken aback a bit at first. After all, it’s not very common to see someone again when they confessed the day before because, in all God's honesty, how much can one sin within a day?
A lot, Padre…
Of course, when Luis looks at him, his dark eyes seeking help, the priest is yet again fooled by the angelic appearance, the seeming innocence, is yet again taken aback by the appearance of the faultless boy that Luis knows to play so well.
He tells Luis to kneel down and speak out his sins.
"Do it slowly, child. Tell me everything."
As Luis gets down on the kneeler it creaks, just like the day before.
Get used to the sound, fallen angel.
"Start at the beginning. God is listening. God will forgive."
Will He? Will He really, Padre?
Luis nods, shivering a bit. Today, it’s not only because the position he’s in is not the most comfortable, but today it feels as if an icy breath is blowing against the back of his neck, making the little hairs stand on end.
It's the breath of Mammon himself; Mammon, the ugly demon of this next sin Luis will have to confess, the demon that has hunted him, possessed his soul ever since he and Xabi fucked the whole night.
Angry and hard. Loud and ruthless.
More. More. More.
The Padre must notice, sitting in the middle of the confessional with Luis in exactly the same compartment as yesterday. Again he encourages Luis to speak, to tell him about his sins, to seek relief.
"I have asked for more than I am entitled to, Padre."
Greed.
Avaritia.
This sin is punishable by submersion in oil. Boiling oil that eats away at the greed, that takes, takes, takes from the body that took, took, took, as it blisters and burns and tears and consumes.
Last night it was only hot wax that Luis got to experience, only hot wax that dripped onto his naked skin as Xabi turned around that red candle and poured it over him, to please but not to punish.
"I demanded. I took. I desired more and more and more, Padre."
Luis does not say what it was he demanded, what it was he took and desired. He doesn't mention that it was sex he was craving as Xabi was exhausted and satisfied, that all Xabi wanted was that they sleep peacefully in each other’s arms. Neither does Luis tell that, unlike his lover, he never reached that feeling of gratification, and that he even tempted him to more, seduced, made Xabi horny again until he would agree and give in to the sin of flesh once more.
And again.
And more.
And again.
Luis lowers his gaze as he whispers, his voice almost inaudible, that he knows that this is a grave sin and that he might not be forgiven. There is this worried expression on his face, the real Luis hidden behind an intransparent mask of apparent repent.
Dissembling, devious repent.
"At least, my Son, at least you acknowledge your sin."
The Padre yet tries to be understanding, reassuring.
Fool.
He probably just thought he found himself a lost sheep, a lost sheep that is hoping to find the right path back to the Lord, the Shepherd, to find that path through confession and self-reflection and that this poor sheep needs the Padre’s help to get there.
You could not be further from the truth.
Luis - little Luis with the angelic features - already chose his path and if he asked the Padre to come along, the priest would not dare, because, Luis? He might just go into the wrong direction.
He might just lead him to the left. The right is the right path. The left, in biblical terms, is the pathway, the direction, to the devil. Lucifer.
Luis has been walking that pathway all his life.
Lucifer’s little companion.
The Padre’s voice is just as patronising and soft as the day before when he assures Luis that he is not lost and that there is hope for everyone, because the Lord’s mercifulness is unlimited, even for those who sin, as long as they repent.
If you only knew…
Luis releases a little sigh, a little sigh that could be mistaken for honest relief by someone who still cannot look behind that mask. Quickly, Luis thanks him and the old man smiles that wonderful, pure smile that he always smiles whenever he truly believes that he acted on behalf of the Lord, a representative, who gives the advice that the Holy Father would offer, Himself, if he had a voice and a presence on Earth.
Stupid fool that you are, Padre.
"Amen, Padre."
"Amen. God speed you."
See you tomorrow…
Continued here