"Father Anderson," Burt Hummel booms with a grin as he reaches out his rough, calloused hand for a shake, "wonderful service today, Father. Please do forgive us for missing last weeks. Our son had just recently gotten home from college and we took some family time."

Waving off the mechanics forgiveness, Blaine mirrors the man and shakes the offered hand. "No worries, Burt." Making a quick side glance to the youngest of the three, whom was standing off to the side, "you made it today, and thats all that really matters. God forgives the ones who seek it."

"Amen." Burt lets out with a nod of his head.

A beat passes in awkward silence.

"Oh, forgive my rudeness," Burt turns as he grabs his sons shoulders, directing him to his side, "you remember my youngest? Kurt? I believe you two went to Dalton together. "

With a firm nod, "I was three years ahead, but yes." Blaine answers while trying to make little to no direct eye contact with the younger man. "Good to see you again, Mr. Hummel. Im hoping this morning was good to you?"

Letting out a soft chuckle that wrapped itself around Blaines heart like a warm blanket, Kurt responds, "Father... and yes. I found todays services to be," raking his eyes up and down Blaines body with rapid fire, enjoying the bobbing of the ball centered in the mans clean shaven neck, "very intriguing."

"Burt? Honey? Come over here for a minute. Mrs. Sanders has a question she needs to ask you about her gear shift."

Rolling his eyes, Burt excuses himself. "Duty Calls." Sticking out his hands again to shake Blaines, "nice speaking with you Father. Enjoy the rest of your day."

"You as well."

"S-"

"College, huh?" Blaine awkwardly gets out fidgeting with the sleeve of his black shirt. "Congratulations."

Smirking at the Priests obvious signs of discomfort and nerves, Kurt helps him out. "Five years now. One more and Ill be done."

Whistling low, "New York Im assuming?"

Turning his body to fully face Father Anderson, Kurt crosses his arms in amusement. "So you do remember..." Taking a shallow step forward, crowding Blaines space, "makes me wonder what else you may or may not remember."

"Mr. Hummel." Blaine warns with a low tone, moving his body around Kurt, in an attempt to make his leave. "Not now, not ever. Erase it, and move on."

"Oh, but as I recall, it was you Father, who was looking in on me."

"What I did in my youth holds no grasp on my present. I can assure you that." Blaine huffs, sharply turning around to stride to his office.

Eyes planted firmly on the fading mans backside, Kurt whispers, "well see."

Snoring deeply on the surface of the oak wood desk, Blaine is spooked from his sleep by the sound of his cell phone going off, alerting him of his missed appointment. Lifting his head up from where it rested over his folded arms, Blaine squints at the overly bright screen.,"Crap." He mutters to himself.  Stretching back with his arms outreached over his head, the priest rises from his worn down chair.  Shaking his hips from side to side, trying to circulate blood flow, he reaches out to his left and grabs the brown leather bag that was left hanging on its hook. Turning out the office lights, Blaine walks through the doorway and locks it behind him.

"Hey, you."

"Mr Hummel!" Blaine yelps in surprise, dropping his shoulder bag and keys to the marble floor.

Laughing as he rounds the alter table, Kurt addresses him, "so were still playing that game?" Picking up pamphlets and placing them back down again. "Youre cute, Blaine."

"What-what are you still doing here? We ended hours ago." The priest questions while trying his best to hide his thoughts, flicking the dimmer low in order to trigger the security lights, obviously using that short moment of distance to breathe.

"You know why Im here."

Setting his face into a stern glare, "No!" pacing towards Kurt with determination and brewing fear. Taking his finger and poking the center of the brunets chest. "No. I said no. We are not doing this. Nothing happened!"

Grabbing Blaines arm and spinning him around so his back is firmly compacted against his chest, Kurt whispers softly so the father would have to strain to hear, "Oh, but it did."

"Let go of me!" Blaine snaps out, a bit outraged.

Pulling him even closer, Kurt kisses the side of Blaines slightly gelled curls, "You snuck into that room and you saw me."

Breaking free from the arms surrounding him, Blaine pleads.  "It was an accident. I- I didnt mean to.I didnt know anyone was in there."

Eying Blaine, like a lioness eyes her prey, "But you stayed." Walking forward, provoking the holy man to take a back step, "You stayed and watched as I pleasured myself with that ridgid length."

Trembling with frustration, "Dont..."

"You moaned as I repeatedly forced it in and out of my eager body."

"PLEASE!" Blaine screams as he clutches his hair, subconsciously backing himself up even more.

Not stopping his push, Kurt continues forward, "You stood there and listened as I chanted your holy name into the pitch black night."

"I didnt..."

"You came as I came. My name echoing off your lips like a soft whisper in the breeze."

"Why are you doing this?"

"Because you want me just as bad as I want you. Admit it, Blaine. Confess to your transgressions."

"We- I cant do this, Kurt."

"Ooo. So its Kurt now, huh. What? No Mr. Hummel? I like that... Means Im winning." Kurt jokes as he slowly backs Blaine the last few inches into the front row of the empty Church, causing the back of the shorter mans knees to hit the edge and shudder.

"Stop." Blaine begs with little to no force behind the cry. "Im begging you."

Pushing the priest down the rest of the way onto the dull, worn out wood, Kurt straddles him. His hips pressing down with a rotating swing. "Just give in, Father. Give in to the temptation." Encouraged by the desperate moans below him, he picks up the pace of his grind-adding enough pressure that could possibly, if he wanted it to, leave bruises.

"Ku-"

Smirking in victory, "You feel that? Feel that energy?" leaning his head down to whisper into the holy mans ear. "Let it consume you, Blaine. Feed that want." Reaching between the two bodies, lowering his hand to caress Blaines ever growing warmth," I can feel your desperation, baby. Why wont you take whats rightfully yours?"

"I cant," Blaine weakly pleas, his resolve fast breaking. "I want to. Oh god, how I want to, but I cant. Its not right. What we are doing isnt right." Contradicting his words, the priest places both of his hands on the other mans hips, squeezing them as he thrusts up to follow Kurts rhythm.

"Funny," Pulling his head back up to look directly into the captives eyes, "Your mouth says one thing, yet your dick says another..." Rubbing his hand up to the top of the Blaines zipper, grasping tightly as he tugs the tiny metal clasp down. "I find that very telling."

"O loving and kind, God, have mercy," Blaine begins to pray into the thick air, never halting his thrusts, getting more and more worked up as each second passes. "Have pity upon me and take away the awful stain of my transgressions."

"Oh, wash me," Kurt recites back as he snakes his hand into the newly developed opening of Blaines black slacks, smirking at the lack of underwear within, firmly wrapping his slender fingers around the treasure inside. "Cleanse me from my guilt..." Picking up a steady stroke. "... let me be pure again."

The only sound that can be heard throughout the building, is the rapid breathing of the two men. Heavy puffs, desperately seeking release. One in perseverance, and the other in restraint.

Losing his internal battle with the devil, Blaine succumbs to his suppressed needs. Taking his left hand and joining Kurts moving one. In unison, they both let out the soulful prayer, "For I admit my shameful deed-it haunts me day and night."

Yanking the man above him closer, latching on to kiss the neck in need of grounding, Blaine leaves small, quick bites along Kurts alabaster skin as he finishes his forgiveness. "It is against you and you alone I sinned and did this terrible thing. You saw it all, and your sentence against me is just." Licking below Kurts ear, as he whispers the last line. "Create me in new."

Shaking his head away from Blaines abuse, Kurt turns his neck and catches the other mans mouth in a rough compress.

With tears trailing down his cheeks, Blaine pries Kurts lips apart with his tongue. Dominating the passionate embrace, taking everything and leaving nothing. Releasing all those years of pent up forbidden desire. Finally giving into the sin. For those few brief minutes, the two men breathed as one. Giving and taking it all with little to no care for the comings and goings of the world around them. In those few moments, Blaine knew. He knew he had failed. He knew he had just lost the ultimate battle. He would pay, pay dearly. With that fleeting thought, passing through his mind like a train racing down a track, he broke.

"Off!" Blaine demands with a boom of aggression. "Get. Off. NOW!"

Flying from the shorter mans lap, stumbling as he tries to find his footing "But I thou-"

Interrupting his question with a deep roaring laugh, "You thought? You fucking thought?" Unbuckling his belt while taking a few steps forward as Kurt takes more back. "Oh, Ill show you what you thought."

With eyes as dark as the deepest oceans, Kurt grins with challenge. "Do it then."

Without breaking eye contact, Blaine removes the leather lock from around his waist, dropping it onto the cold stone floor. Pausing as he takes in the frustrational build up forming on Kurts face, groaning at the sight, Blaine pulls his length out of its tight confinement. Slowly stroking it upward as he lets out a growl like gruff. "Come here."

Snapping away the rest of his shirt buttons one by one, the taller of the two struts forward, swaying his hips With each step, teasing the man of faith with his smoldering stare. "Knees?" He asks with a bite of his bottom lip, "How do you want me, Blaine?" With a shrug of his shoulders, Kurt lets his button up fall to the floor. "How do you need me?"

Never pausing his stroke, "Like a worrisome mother deep in prayer."

Without a second thought, Kurt drops to his knees with a loud thud. Entranced by the Fathers hand movements, he kneels there in wait for the permission to touch.

"Look at you," Releasing his dick with a soft whimper, Blaine takes the previously occupied hand and runs his fingers through Kurts downy brown strands. "You finally got it, and you dont even know what do with it" Balling his fingers into a loose fist as he tugs the kneeling mans head back so his eyes are set on his, "Perfect."

"Please."

"Please what?"

"Please let me worship you."

Letting go of Kurts head, Blaine takes his thumb and trails it down the side of the pale mans face, "Since you asked so nicely," Stopping at the center of the lips, prompting Kurt to suck the tip of the digit, "and Im feeling rather generous at the moment," Retracing his fingers and angling Kurts head into position, "I guess I could appease you." Using his other hand, Blaine takes his dick and rubs the leaking head over the smooth flesh of Kurts lips. Teasing to go in, but never doing so. "Such a good slut."

Keeping his head still, Kurt raises his angelic eyes up as he sticks out his tongue to play with Blaines slit, moaning at the bitter tang.

"Fuck, you want it?"

"Yes, Father. " Kurt begs as he opens his mouth wide in need of the pulsing flesh presented before him. "Please."

"Then fucking take it!" No longer able to hold back anymore, Blaine pushes forward,burying his cock half way deep into Kurts velvet mouth, not caring if his thrusts are too rough, only knowing his wants and needs.

Firmly taking his tongue, Kurt presses it against the underside of the priests cock. Moving it along with each forceful thrust. Letting the overflow of pre-cum and saliva ease its passage.

"Kurt. So good." Pushing deeper into the warmth, Blaine moans. "So fucking good."

Pulling his hands up to grab Blaines cock for purchase, Kurt grunts when they get smacked away.

"No touching. Youll take what I give you." Blaine moans.

Coughing under the pressure, Kurt smacks his thigh with his palm. Signaling that he needs air.

Pulling out, Blaine gives a sharp command. "Breathe," Grabbing his cock, he smacks it against Kurts flushed cheek, "Thank you for signaling." Switching to the other cheek and giving it the same treatment. "You ready to go again?"

"Ive been ready for years" Kurt swiftly replies between breaths. A smirk forming on his slender face.

Taking that as a ‘yes, Blaine shoves his cock back into Kurts mouth, encouraging the kneeling man to suck. Taking it all in like a man parched in a desert, Kurt traces the subtle veins from root to tip. Wrapping his tongue around the bruised head, pulling it in to suckle.

"How bad do you want it?" Blaine asks, breathing ragged.

All Kurt does to answer him is hum.

"Fuck, Im close. So close."

Kurt doubles his efforts, coursing the speed of the infinite release. Reeling in the feeling of this new found power. Letting the excitement of it all travel through his body, goosebumps left in its wake.

Shaking from the need to explode, Blaine shudders out, "Face or throat?" Grabbing his own hair in an attempt to gain composure, "You gotta tell me, baby."

Dismissing the earlier rule, Kurt grips Blaines hips and pulls him deep into this mouth, signifying his answer.

With a cry to the heavens, Blaine shoots his seed deep within Kurts clutching throat- jack hammering through the shock and pulse, a prayer ripping its way from his own throat. "Restore to me again the joy of your salvation," pulling out, leaving a connected rope of cum on Kurts swollen lips to his abused tip, "and make me willing to obey you."