Forgive me, Father, for I am sin. Unsuspected part 3 of 2... NC-17
Title: Forgive me, Father, for I am sin: Perversion.
Author: Me, evil_lil_hobbit
Pairing: Ray/Mikey, Mikey/Gerard, slight Pete/Mikey, suggested Mikey/Other
Rating: NC-17
Summary: After the night with Gerard, everything about Mikey changes and Ray amuses himself with the fact.
Disclaimer: Not mine, never mine… how I wish they were mine…
Warnings: Religious perversion, smut, paedophilia, incest, dirty priests!Ray and Gerard, innocent altar boy!Mikey (enough said…)
A/N: This is a continuation inspired by quirkyblah38's waycest... uh, sequel of the first two parts. I hope it's all right… And sorry for the massive delay, guys…
Penance.
Prayers.
"Innocent until proven guilty, bah." I smirk to myself as I sat in the confessional, waiting for any one to come and confess. Gerard thinks he has me upset just because he managed to get Michael to sleep with him, ha. I don't care, it was just fun to toy with Gerard while Michael was my own.
Gerard gives me this smug grin every time he walks past and it's all I can do not to laugh at him. He actually thinks I give a damn. Sure, I was upset at first because I knew it meant the fun was over and, sure, I was even a little worried that I might lose my favourite play thing, but I know better now.
"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned..."
Now I know that voice, and I've heard it speak that line far too often lately in the weeks since Gerard had his way with him. It has been all of 3 weeks since Gerard attempted to show me up in sermon and I found out that he truly was an incestuous bastard.
"Michael..."
"Oh, Father Toro?"
The door on my side of the confession opens and Michael steps inside, eyes intently fixed on me. He has been so much more confidant as of late and much more eager. Not that I'm complaining though I do miss toying with his innocence.
"Father..." Michael murmurs, approaching me and boldly settling astride my lap. I arch an eyebrow at him and he nuzzles my neck, whispering against my skin. "Please, Father... I've sinned, you have to give me my penance..."
He squirms, grinding himself against my lower stomach I can't help but groan and clutch at his backside. It's even hotter with Michael then when Francis does such things and I'm not going to deny what the boy obviously wants. I bite a bit of exposed throat and he tilts his head back to oblige me before I murmur,
"All right, Michael. I'll give you your penance..." I push him back and he looks at me in slight confusion. I tilt my head back, looking down at him. "Kneel."
His hazel eyes widen and he obediently drops to his knees, eagerly watching me open my pants and draw out my already hard cock. I spread my legs for him, pumping myself slowly for a moment before ordering softly, "Now... Suck it."
I'm walking past the communal showers that evening, long after everyone has gone to bed. Well, almost everyone it seems, as I hear the sound of running water resonating from the shower. Curious and not having found what I, myself, was out of bed for, I decide to investigate. Also, I never give up the chance to see a nice alter boy all naked and wet.
Only, there's more then one. There's Michael and another boy I remember seeing Gerard with but never having sampled myself. Peter, I think his name is. Peter Wentz. They're both naked and Peter appears to be staring at Michael's rather attractive naked body, while Michael is smiling coyly.
"Do you like me, Peter?" Michael whispers and Peter nods, still staring. Michael laughs softly and approaches Peter, placing his hand on Peter's chest. I watch with interest, surprised to see Michael interacting in such a way with another boy. I wasn't aware he'd progressed from me and Gerard. Michael pushes Peter back under the shower, pressing him to the tiled wall and from the new angle I can see how obviously aroused Peter is, but I know that it is near impossible not to be turned on by the boy that now presses against him.
"Oh... Oh, Mikey!" Peter gasps, flinging his head back as Michael curls a hand around him and begins to stroke him rather roughly. I grin, leaning against the wall, enjoying the show as Michael whispers things in Peter's ear that make him flush and whimper. Suddenly, Peter's eyes open and they fix on me, widening before he rather forcefully shoves Michael away. "F-father!"
Michael turns with a look of worry, but relaxes when he realises it's only me. I look at him enquiringly, muttering, "Peter?"
Michael pouts, insisting, "He started it. He got an erection first."
I laugh at him, once again pleased by his newfound audacity. I glance at Peter, who still looks rather terrified and embarrassed, but is also still as hard as Michael left him. "Well, perhaps you should finish what you started...?"
Michael looks back at Peter and Peter flushes, looking at me. I smirk and turn away. "Don't worry, I'll leave... I'll just return to my quarters."
In the mirrors, I see Michael smile, knowing he's caught on to the fact I'm inviting him back to my room when he's done. I watch him momentarily in the mirror as he turns and goes back to groping Peter, before I wander off to await him.
"Father Toro?" Michael murmurs as he pushes my door open and walks in. I'm in bed, completely naked but with a sheet over my hips in case I had a less pleasant visitor. I smile at him, as his eyes look me over, taking in the tent in the sheets that shows off my erection. He licks his lips and starts to tug his shirt off, while I push away the blankets and bare myself to him. Once his shirt is draped neatly over a chair, he kicks off his shoes, no socks, and crawls onto the bed. I love the pants they make these boys wear, they're so very tight and I stare at how they define Michael's slim hips and thin legs.
"What do you want of me, Father?" Michael whispers, feigning the innocence he used to have even as he straddles my naked thighs. I smirk, reaching up and framing his bony hips with my larger hands. I look him up and down and remember one of my thoughts from one of the first times I had him, how I'd like to watch him ride my cock...
"Would it please you to ride me, Michael?" I murmur in reply and he nods eagerly, looking pleased to be offered a chance to gain control over me when I am usually the one who brings him down to a whimpering desperate mess, little does he know... I smirk again, rubbing up his sides. "Take your pants off then..."
Michael unfastens his trousers, squirming out of them quickly without even so much as getting off of me, then he moves himself up, positioning himself over my needy cock and biting his lip a little. He looks at me for guidance and I feel the power rush I used to get. This was obviously something he'd never done before, sexually confident otherwise or not.
"Just easy... Hold me then push yourself back..." I instruct and Michael's face flushes indignantly at my tone. He grips me somewhat roughly, positioning me at his entrance. I push my hips up a bit, rubbing myself along his opening and making him moan softly. I always have control over him. He pushes back, closing his eyes and relaxing to accept me. He's moving too slowly for my taste, so I buck up, slamming myself deep into him. Michael's body goes slightly rigid and I guess he still isn't used to excessive force, not that it was really excessive... I settle back on the bed and wait for Michael to relax, his hands gripping my shoulders for balance. I look up at him as his eyes flicker open to return my gaze. He slowly lifts up and pushes back down with a quiet whimper.
"Like this...?" He pants, moving harder as I grip his hips to urge him on. His hands flex on my shoulders as he starts to attempt different angles, aiming for his prostate as he quickly gets a handle on things. I let my head lull back as Michael bounces in my lap and I smile.
"Just like this... Keep going..." I urge. After a while, I lift up and look down at where Michael is taking me so lustfully in and out of his body and groan at the sight. He's stretched so wide by me, even at this angle I can see it. It's so wonderfully dirty. Michael's getting more and more frantic by the minute, and I think it's time that I stop him. I grip his hips tightly and force him down to settle in my lap. He struggles against my grip, trying to keep his momentum, but falls still with a shudder as I'm holding him at an awkward angle with my cock pressed hard against his spot.
"Is Peter the only one?" I ask suddenly and Michael looks at me in confusion so I clarify. "Are there any other boys aside from Peter?"
Michael nods, so I prompt, "Who?"
"Well, Peter and that boy I saw you..." There was a pause when Michael almost made the mistake of saying 'And Gerard'. "I saw you with... Francis... And some other's whom I can't remember their names..."
I'm trying not to snort at this. He's become such a slut that he can't even remember all the boy's names. But I decide to continue pushing it, wanting him to admit to me that he's slept with his brother.
"What about priests? Are there any other perverted priests I should be worried about?" I continue, trying to sound teasing, tightening my already bruising grip on his hips as he shifts slightly again. He shakes his head, but won't look at me. I chide him. "Michael..."
"I can't say..." He mutters and this is what I knew I was going to get.
"Was it your brother?"
Michael looks at me in similar alarm to Peter when I walked in on the pair of them earlier. I tug him down harder and he whines. I look up at him seriously.
"I'm not letting you get off until you tell me."
Michael grunts a little and tries to relieve the pressure, whimpering desperately. His cock is already leaking at the tip and I know denying the boy his climax is the worst possible thing I can do to him right now.
"I... I know it's wrong, but Gerard... Uh, Father Way started it... and I... I just let him, he's my brother and I love him, I want to please him..." Michael mutters desperately before gasping. "The whole time I was with him, I was thinking of you, Father..."
I chuckle low in my throat. I didn't believe it in the slightest, it seemed all the younger Way thought about was cock, and he didn't particularly care whose. Not that I really care either, I push up against him at the same time as I release his hips, causing him to bounce a little and moan in relief. He starts moving hard and I finally let out a groan as he tightens around me. I reach my hand up and take hold of his bobbing cock, starting to stroke him, repaying him for his... honesty... He gasps "Father" and cums hard across my stomach in under a dozen strokes, before he slumps forward, using his hands to brace himself on my chest. I buck up a few more times then empty myself into his passage, loving the tiny mewl of pleasure he gives at being filled.
I push him off me and he sprawls back on the bed with a whimper of surprise and a look of hurt, naked and bruised looking at me with wide eyes. I sit up, leaning over his sprawled body and sinking my teeth hard into the join of his neck and shoulder, making him yelp and his body jerk hard against me.
"Ow... ow! What are you doing!" He struggles, trying to push me back and I finally relent, licking the mark I've left as I lean away. He curves a hand over the rapidly purpling and undoubtedly stinging area and I smirk at him. When he speaks again, he sounds so helpless and childish, almost like the first time I came on to him. "Father?"
"Tell your brother I send him my regards." I murmur, kissing Michael's forehead before getting up off the bed and heading towards the bathroom, still able to picture the frightened and confused look that Michael gave me when he finally figured out what I had done to him.
I closed the door, able to hear Michael scuffling around for his clothes, sniffling softly because he's not used to such a quick rejection. I know he's going to run off to Gerard now and tell him how horrible I have been to him, but I'd bet anything that Gerard doesn't know that his little Michael has been sleeping with other altar boys. I think I may just follow him...
I hear the door close, and start to dress myself, working slowly to give Michael time so that if I walk in on anything it will be as embarrassing and compromising for Gerard as possible.
I reach Gerard's room about 10 minutes after Michael left me and I can clearly hear moaning coming from inside, even through the thick wooden door. Damn, Michael recovers fast. I slowly open the door, slipping into the outer room and approaching the bedroom door, finding it partially ajar.
"G-Gerard..." Michael moans. I peer through the open door, seeing Michael sprawled on Gerard's bed, gripping the sheets and arching his body as Gerard thrusts into him. I watch for a while, until I notice Michael starting to become particularly desperate then I decide to step in and ruin their fun. I push open the door and the hinges squeak, Gerard and Michael instantly freezing. Gerard looks up at me in fear, then he relaxes a little when he realises it's me. He and his brother are so alike...
"What's the matter, Raymond?" He asks softly, reaching up to brush a hand through Michael's mussed hair. "Feeling guilty for upsetting my brother like you did? Or, more likely, finally letting your jealousy get the best of you cause Michael loves me more?"
I snort and Gerard frowns slightly. I prompt him, though my eyes are now fixed on Michael who is once again watching me with fear. "What makes you think that?"
"He told me." Gerard informs me smoothly. "He said that whenever he's with you, he's thinking of me. That he was always thinking of me. That means, like it or not, I win, Toro."
I laugh at him, long and loud, and then I start up again at the look of shock on Gerard's pale face. "Oh, Father Way, you have no idea, do you? He said the exact same thing to me when we... made love before. I wouldn't finish him so he blurted it out."
Gerard looks at Michael who blushes and squirms out from beneath him, curling away from him against the headboard. Gerard stares, not moving.
"Is it true?" He finally manages. "Did you say the same thing to Father Toro as you did to me?"
"Y-" Michael begins but I cut him off, wanting him to reap the full extent of what he sowed.
"And has he told you that he's been straying? I caught him this afternoon with your little friend Peter, and he admitted to me later to being with numerous other boys." I pause with a self-satisfied smirk. "Though, of course, you shouldn't feel threatened, Gerard. I'm sure none of them could ever be as good and experienced as you..."
Gerard scowls at me then looks over at Michael, who refuses to meet his gaze. I'm watching Michael too, enjoying his discomfort like the sadistic pervert Gerard has often told me I am. He shifts.
"G-Gerard, I..." Michael whispers desperately, but Gerard merely moves away from him, scooping up his clothes and getting off the bed, covering himself in front of me. He looks coldly at Michael.
"You're as much of a cheap slut as Francis is. I thought you were better then that, Michael. I was good enough to go along with your continued rendezvous with Raymond, but this..." Gerard shakes his head and Michael whimpers.
"I... I couldn't help it... They started it-"
"That's not what it seemed like with Peter." I point out and Gerard growls lowly.
"Michael, I don't think it's appropriate for you to stay here any more, I'm going to have to arrange to have you moved."
"No, Gerard, please!" Michael begs, jumping up and actually grovelling before his brother. It's actually kind of hot. Gerard merely pushes Michael away.
"I never thought you'd fall from grace like that Michael, sink so low as to give your body to anyone that wanted it." Gerard mutters. "Now, get your clothes and go back to your room, I shall arrange your move in the morning."
Michael sobs, bowing his head but he still does as he's told, gathering his things and leaving. Gerard glares at me as I smirk.
"I hope you're happy, now neither of us can have him."
I shrug. "You seem to be the one with the problem, Gerard. You're all for watching two altar boys have sex as long as it's not your brother, hm? I thought it was damn hot to see Michael with Peter, but you can't handle sharing, can you? You never have been able to, like when I first started with you..."
"You, shut up. Get out of my room!" Gerard snaps and I smile innocently.
"As you wish, Father Way. Good evening."
I turn neatly and stride out. I see Michael curled up beside Gerard's door, sobbing softly, but ignore him entirely, returning to my own room. It'll be a shame to have Michael leave, but I'm sure I'll find another plaything soon... There'll be some new boys in soon I know. And I can't wait.
I know I'll never be forgiven for these sins that I commit, but I don't care because I don't believe that. I'm just here because I was forced into it as a child and now for the boys, I'm a pervert and I love it.
Author: Me, evil_lil_hobbit
Pairing: Ray/Mikey, Mikey/Gerard, slight Pete/Mikey, suggested Mikey/Other
Rating: NC-17
Summary: After the night with Gerard, everything about Mikey changes and Ray amuses himself with the fact.
Disclaimer: Not mine, never mine… how I wish they were mine…
Warnings: Religious perversion, smut, paedophilia, incest, dirty priests!Ray and Gerard, innocent altar boy!Mikey (enough said…)
A/N: This is a continuation inspired by quirkyblah38's waycest... uh, sequel of the first two parts. I hope it's all right… And sorry for the massive delay, guys…
Penance.
Prayers.
"Innocent until proven guilty, bah." I smirk to myself as I sat in the confessional, waiting for any one to come and confess. Gerard thinks he has me upset just because he managed to get Michael to sleep with him, ha. I don't care, it was just fun to toy with Gerard while Michael was my own.
Gerard gives me this smug grin every time he walks past and it's all I can do not to laugh at him. He actually thinks I give a damn. Sure, I was upset at first because I knew it meant the fun was over and, sure, I was even a little worried that I might lose my favourite play thing, but I know better now.
"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned..."
Now I know that voice, and I've heard it speak that line far too often lately in the weeks since Gerard had his way with him. It has been all of 3 weeks since Gerard attempted to show me up in sermon and I found out that he truly was an incestuous bastard.
"Michael..."
"Oh, Father Toro?"
The door on my side of the confession opens and Michael steps inside, eyes intently fixed on me. He has been so much more confidant as of late and much more eager. Not that I'm complaining though I do miss toying with his innocence.
"Father..." Michael murmurs, approaching me and boldly settling astride my lap. I arch an eyebrow at him and he nuzzles my neck, whispering against my skin. "Please, Father... I've sinned, you have to give me my penance..."
He squirms, grinding himself against my lower stomach I can't help but groan and clutch at his backside. It's even hotter with Michael then when Francis does such things and I'm not going to deny what the boy obviously wants. I bite a bit of exposed throat and he tilts his head back to oblige me before I murmur,
"All right, Michael. I'll give you your penance..." I push him back and he looks at me in slight confusion. I tilt my head back, looking down at him. "Kneel."
His hazel eyes widen and he obediently drops to his knees, eagerly watching me open my pants and draw out my already hard cock. I spread my legs for him, pumping myself slowly for a moment before ordering softly, "Now... Suck it."
I'm walking past the communal showers that evening, long after everyone has gone to bed. Well, almost everyone it seems, as I hear the sound of running water resonating from the shower. Curious and not having found what I, myself, was out of bed for, I decide to investigate. Also, I never give up the chance to see a nice alter boy all naked and wet.
Only, there's more then one. There's Michael and another boy I remember seeing Gerard with but never having sampled myself. Peter, I think his name is. Peter Wentz. They're both naked and Peter appears to be staring at Michael's rather attractive naked body, while Michael is smiling coyly.
"Do you like me, Peter?" Michael whispers and Peter nods, still staring. Michael laughs softly and approaches Peter, placing his hand on Peter's chest. I watch with interest, surprised to see Michael interacting in such a way with another boy. I wasn't aware he'd progressed from me and Gerard. Michael pushes Peter back under the shower, pressing him to the tiled wall and from the new angle I can see how obviously aroused Peter is, but I know that it is near impossible not to be turned on by the boy that now presses against him.
"Oh... Oh, Mikey!" Peter gasps, flinging his head back as Michael curls a hand around him and begins to stroke him rather roughly. I grin, leaning against the wall, enjoying the show as Michael whispers things in Peter's ear that make him flush and whimper. Suddenly, Peter's eyes open and they fix on me, widening before he rather forcefully shoves Michael away. "F-father!"
Michael turns with a look of worry, but relaxes when he realises it's only me. I look at him enquiringly, muttering, "Peter?"
Michael pouts, insisting, "He started it. He got an erection first."
I laugh at him, once again pleased by his newfound audacity. I glance at Peter, who still looks rather terrified and embarrassed, but is also still as hard as Michael left him. "Well, perhaps you should finish what you started...?"
Michael looks back at Peter and Peter flushes, looking at me. I smirk and turn away. "Don't worry, I'll leave... I'll just return to my quarters."
In the mirrors, I see Michael smile, knowing he's caught on to the fact I'm inviting him back to my room when he's done. I watch him momentarily in the mirror as he turns and goes back to groping Peter, before I wander off to await him.
"Father Toro?" Michael murmurs as he pushes my door open and walks in. I'm in bed, completely naked but with a sheet over my hips in case I had a less pleasant visitor. I smile at him, as his eyes look me over, taking in the tent in the sheets that shows off my erection. He licks his lips and starts to tug his shirt off, while I push away the blankets and bare myself to him. Once his shirt is draped neatly over a chair, he kicks off his shoes, no socks, and crawls onto the bed. I love the pants they make these boys wear, they're so very tight and I stare at how they define Michael's slim hips and thin legs.
"What do you want of me, Father?" Michael whispers, feigning the innocence he used to have even as he straddles my naked thighs. I smirk, reaching up and framing his bony hips with my larger hands. I look him up and down and remember one of my thoughts from one of the first times I had him, how I'd like to watch him ride my cock...
"Would it please you to ride me, Michael?" I murmur in reply and he nods eagerly, looking pleased to be offered a chance to gain control over me when I am usually the one who brings him down to a whimpering desperate mess, little does he know... I smirk again, rubbing up his sides. "Take your pants off then..."
Michael unfastens his trousers, squirming out of them quickly without even so much as getting off of me, then he moves himself up, positioning himself over my needy cock and biting his lip a little. He looks at me for guidance and I feel the power rush I used to get. This was obviously something he'd never done before, sexually confident otherwise or not.
"Just easy... Hold me then push yourself back..." I instruct and Michael's face flushes indignantly at my tone. He grips me somewhat roughly, positioning me at his entrance. I push my hips up a bit, rubbing myself along his opening and making him moan softly. I always have control over him. He pushes back, closing his eyes and relaxing to accept me. He's moving too slowly for my taste, so I buck up, slamming myself deep into him. Michael's body goes slightly rigid and I guess he still isn't used to excessive force, not that it was really excessive... I settle back on the bed and wait for Michael to relax, his hands gripping my shoulders for balance. I look up at him as his eyes flicker open to return my gaze. He slowly lifts up and pushes back down with a quiet whimper.
"Like this...?" He pants, moving harder as I grip his hips to urge him on. His hands flex on my shoulders as he starts to attempt different angles, aiming for his prostate as he quickly gets a handle on things. I let my head lull back as Michael bounces in my lap and I smile.
"Just like this... Keep going..." I urge. After a while, I lift up and look down at where Michael is taking me so lustfully in and out of his body and groan at the sight. He's stretched so wide by me, even at this angle I can see it. It's so wonderfully dirty. Michael's getting more and more frantic by the minute, and I think it's time that I stop him. I grip his hips tightly and force him down to settle in my lap. He struggles against my grip, trying to keep his momentum, but falls still with a shudder as I'm holding him at an awkward angle with my cock pressed hard against his spot.
"Is Peter the only one?" I ask suddenly and Michael looks at me in confusion so I clarify. "Are there any other boys aside from Peter?"
Michael nods, so I prompt, "Who?"
"Well, Peter and that boy I saw you..." There was a pause when Michael almost made the mistake of saying 'And Gerard'. "I saw you with... Francis... And some other's whom I can't remember their names..."
I'm trying not to snort at this. He's become such a slut that he can't even remember all the boy's names. But I decide to continue pushing it, wanting him to admit to me that he's slept with his brother.
"What about priests? Are there any other perverted priests I should be worried about?" I continue, trying to sound teasing, tightening my already bruising grip on his hips as he shifts slightly again. He shakes his head, but won't look at me. I chide him. "Michael..."
"I can't say..." He mutters and this is what I knew I was going to get.
"Was it your brother?"
Michael looks at me in similar alarm to Peter when I walked in on the pair of them earlier. I tug him down harder and he whines. I look up at him seriously.
"I'm not letting you get off until you tell me."
Michael grunts a little and tries to relieve the pressure, whimpering desperately. His cock is already leaking at the tip and I know denying the boy his climax is the worst possible thing I can do to him right now.
"I... I know it's wrong, but Gerard... Uh, Father Way started it... and I... I just let him, he's my brother and I love him, I want to please him..." Michael mutters desperately before gasping. "The whole time I was with him, I was thinking of you, Father..."
I chuckle low in my throat. I didn't believe it in the slightest, it seemed all the younger Way thought about was cock, and he didn't particularly care whose. Not that I really care either, I push up against him at the same time as I release his hips, causing him to bounce a little and moan in relief. He starts moving hard and I finally let out a groan as he tightens around me. I reach my hand up and take hold of his bobbing cock, starting to stroke him, repaying him for his... honesty... He gasps "Father" and cums hard across my stomach in under a dozen strokes, before he slumps forward, using his hands to brace himself on my chest. I buck up a few more times then empty myself into his passage, loving the tiny mewl of pleasure he gives at being filled.
I push him off me and he sprawls back on the bed with a whimper of surprise and a look of hurt, naked and bruised looking at me with wide eyes. I sit up, leaning over his sprawled body and sinking my teeth hard into the join of his neck and shoulder, making him yelp and his body jerk hard against me.
"Ow... ow! What are you doing!" He struggles, trying to push me back and I finally relent, licking the mark I've left as I lean away. He curves a hand over the rapidly purpling and undoubtedly stinging area and I smirk at him. When he speaks again, he sounds so helpless and childish, almost like the first time I came on to him. "Father?"
"Tell your brother I send him my regards." I murmur, kissing Michael's forehead before getting up off the bed and heading towards the bathroom, still able to picture the frightened and confused look that Michael gave me when he finally figured out what I had done to him.
I closed the door, able to hear Michael scuffling around for his clothes, sniffling softly because he's not used to such a quick rejection. I know he's going to run off to Gerard now and tell him how horrible I have been to him, but I'd bet anything that Gerard doesn't know that his little Michael has been sleeping with other altar boys. I think I may just follow him...
I hear the door close, and start to dress myself, working slowly to give Michael time so that if I walk in on anything it will be as embarrassing and compromising for Gerard as possible.
I reach Gerard's room about 10 minutes after Michael left me and I can clearly hear moaning coming from inside, even through the thick wooden door. Damn, Michael recovers fast. I slowly open the door, slipping into the outer room and approaching the bedroom door, finding it partially ajar.
"G-Gerard..." Michael moans. I peer through the open door, seeing Michael sprawled on Gerard's bed, gripping the sheets and arching his body as Gerard thrusts into him. I watch for a while, until I notice Michael starting to become particularly desperate then I decide to step in and ruin their fun. I push open the door and the hinges squeak, Gerard and Michael instantly freezing. Gerard looks up at me in fear, then he relaxes a little when he realises it's me. He and his brother are so alike...
"What's the matter, Raymond?" He asks softly, reaching up to brush a hand through Michael's mussed hair. "Feeling guilty for upsetting my brother like you did? Or, more likely, finally letting your jealousy get the best of you cause Michael loves me more?"
I snort and Gerard frowns slightly. I prompt him, though my eyes are now fixed on Michael who is once again watching me with fear. "What makes you think that?"
"He told me." Gerard informs me smoothly. "He said that whenever he's with you, he's thinking of me. That he was always thinking of me. That means, like it or not, I win, Toro."
I laugh at him, long and loud, and then I start up again at the look of shock on Gerard's pale face. "Oh, Father Way, you have no idea, do you? He said the exact same thing to me when we... made love before. I wouldn't finish him so he blurted it out."
Gerard looks at Michael who blushes and squirms out from beneath him, curling away from him against the headboard. Gerard stares, not moving.
"Is it true?" He finally manages. "Did you say the same thing to Father Toro as you did to me?"
"Y-" Michael begins but I cut him off, wanting him to reap the full extent of what he sowed.
"And has he told you that he's been straying? I caught him this afternoon with your little friend Peter, and he admitted to me later to being with numerous other boys." I pause with a self-satisfied smirk. "Though, of course, you shouldn't feel threatened, Gerard. I'm sure none of them could ever be as good and experienced as you..."
Gerard scowls at me then looks over at Michael, who refuses to meet his gaze. I'm watching Michael too, enjoying his discomfort like the sadistic pervert Gerard has often told me I am. He shifts.
"G-Gerard, I..." Michael whispers desperately, but Gerard merely moves away from him, scooping up his clothes and getting off the bed, covering himself in front of me. He looks coldly at Michael.
"You're as much of a cheap slut as Francis is. I thought you were better then that, Michael. I was good enough to go along with your continued rendezvous with Raymond, but this..." Gerard shakes his head and Michael whimpers.
"I... I couldn't help it... They started it-"
"That's not what it seemed like with Peter." I point out and Gerard growls lowly.
"Michael, I don't think it's appropriate for you to stay here any more, I'm going to have to arrange to have you moved."
"No, Gerard, please!" Michael begs, jumping up and actually grovelling before his brother. It's actually kind of hot. Gerard merely pushes Michael away.
"I never thought you'd fall from grace like that Michael, sink so low as to give your body to anyone that wanted it." Gerard mutters. "Now, get your clothes and go back to your room, I shall arrange your move in the morning."
Michael sobs, bowing his head but he still does as he's told, gathering his things and leaving. Gerard glares at me as I smirk.
"I hope you're happy, now neither of us can have him."
I shrug. "You seem to be the one with the problem, Gerard. You're all for watching two altar boys have sex as long as it's not your brother, hm? I thought it was damn hot to see Michael with Peter, but you can't handle sharing, can you? You never have been able to, like when I first started with you..."
"You, shut up. Get out of my room!" Gerard snaps and I smile innocently.
"As you wish, Father Way. Good evening."
I turn neatly and stride out. I see Michael curled up beside Gerard's door, sobbing softly, but ignore him entirely, returning to my own room. It'll be a shame to have Michael leave, but I'm sure I'll find another plaything soon... There'll be some new boys in soon I know. And I can't wait.
I know I'll never be forgiven for these sins that I commit, but I don't care because I don't believe that. I'm just here because I was forced into it as a child and now for the boys, I'm a pervert and I love it.