A Mass of Nerves
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sapphoatsunsetTitle: A Mass of Nerves
Author: beililee
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Shiwon X Kibum
Disclaimer: Don’t own
Series: Even Good Can Be Twisted Into Evil
Word Count: 1510
Warning: religious sexual activities, blood play, arrogance in excess, a cock ring, knife play
Previous Chapters: Try Your Hardest and Leave the Rest to God || Through the Valley of the Shadow of Death
Author’s Note: The previous chapters are in chronological order. Also, the author is not Catholic and is apologizing in advance for any misrepresentations she makes of that faith and/or that church if she in fact makes any. However, this is not meant to be an accurate depiction of church activities by any stretch of the imagination. ^^ Ending note of the long ass author’s note: I dedicate this fic to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
stevenghost and sneakersiam who will appreciate one particular line ^.~ and to kisekiga who will hopefully enjoy it even though it isn't JE ^^
It was odd for a Sunday to go by where Shiwon didn’t go to church. Thus, this Sunday was odd. Of course, everyone gets sick every once in a while, so Eeteuk accepted it as he ushered the others out the door for their habitual Sunday morning activity, accepting Shiwon’s assurances that he would indeed be fine and even if he wasn’t, Kibum would be waking up so and is more than capable to lend a helping hand.
So they were alone. Again. And Kibum didn’t even know it.
That alone made Shiwon smile, but coupled with the knowledge that his band mates were stupid enough to believe his lie, he was ecstatic in an anti-climatic manner. He couldn’t wait for the moment wakefulness greets Kibum, and the look and feeling of horror his presence will cause the younger. Just the thought alone had him hardening, but there were preparations to make before that occurred. After all, mass is quite the ordeal when one doesn’t have to prepare. Being the priest was going to take extra work. But Shiwon was prepared to do anything to strike the fear of god – himself – in Kibum’s heart.
Water – holy water – a knife, the holy word, those were to be his tools and he set them on the floor by Kibum’s bed as he locked them both in the room.
Nobody ever said that patience was a virtue Shiwon possessed, so it’s not to be too unexpected when, the preparations complete, he decided to wake the younger with a parody of the pre-mass devotions. After all, going a Sunday without any semblance of mass was a grave travesty and intense blow to the soul in the elder’s opinion. Dipping his fingers in the ‘holy water,’ he touched the cold wet first to Kibum’s forehead, then to his sternum, followed by a tap on each shoulder. There! He has purified and ready to praise his lord, as well he should.
Kibum shivered, twitched, and, unfortunately for him, awoke, blinking the sleep from his eyes while his mind tried to register the face before his eyes. The moment it did was immediately known, a gaping fish-like mouth and wide fearful eyes creating an expression that could almost be called comical, and would have been had they been directed towards anyone else, to anyone but Shiwon. Kibum would swear on his mother’s life that Shiwon was capable of anything, even eating babies.
Shiwon smiled at the reaction, baring pearly white teeth that seemed capable of gnashing through flesh and bone without a second’s notice. Maybe that was just Kibum’s sleep leaden, overactive imagination talking, but he didn’t think so. He had already encountered the elder in solitude twice before, and neither had been pleasant. The memories increased the fear in his eyes.
“I thought we could have mass together this morning.” An innocent grin, as innocent as an axe-murderer’s, pasted itself to his face. But Kibum knew he had no choice in the matter, so he crossed himself forehead, sternum, shoulder, shoulder in sync with Shiwon and grimaced as he heard the words “in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit.” This was not boding well; he had already learned that religious references weren’t his salvation. They were his curse. But he muttered the anticipated “amen” and bowed his head, waiting.
“If you have anything to confess, now is the time. The Lord is listening, and He knows that it was you who slipped the sleeping pill into Donghae’s juice the other night to get him to shut up, if only for a little while. Tsk, tsk. So selfish of you.” A little evil colored his grin, and Kibum felt that he was confessing more to the devil than to God. He mutedly nodded, accepted the accusation, knowing the penance would surely be meted out.
And it was, a hand roughly removing the boxers he had slept in, slipped a ring of cold metal over a surprisingly half-hard cock. If he didn’t know better, he would think that the anticipation of what was to come was affecting him. But he knew, if he knew anything, the he was not masochistic, right?
And then Shiwon started reading while grasping the knife and trailing it along Kibum’s tensing body.
“Psalm 1:
Blessed is the man that walks not in the counsel of the ungodly,
Nor stands in the way of sinners, nor sits in the seat of the scornful.
But his delight is in the law of the Lord;
And in his law does he meditate day and night.”
The knife stopped to rest at the junction of his hips, pressing lightly, and something about the situation excited him, shamed him, frightened him.
“And he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water,
That brings forth his fruit in season;
His leaf also shall not wither;
And whatsoever he does shall prosper.”
A hand reached in between Kibum’s legs as the knife remained where it rested, the stimulation on his cock almost painful in that release was not allowed, the metal band fulfilling its duty.
“The ungodly are not so:
But are like the chaff which the wind drives away.
Therefore the ungodly shall not stand in the judgment,
Nor sinners in the congregation of the righteous.
For the Lord knows the way of the righteous:
But the way of the ungodly shall perish.”
“Thus,” finished Shiwon, “follow the order of the Lord your God, and you will not experience the worst pain and suffering imaginable. This does not mean that everything will be sunshiny roses from the moment you being to follow on; God tests you daily, and so will I.” The grin would have simply been cheeky on anyone else, but on Shiwon, it was demonic.
Although the scriptures were read, it was still not over, the communion and ending praises not yet begun.
“Are you fully repentant of your confessed sin? If so, let me have your hand for the communion prayer.” One hand was held out to receive the younger’s, the other still clutching the knife, ready to bring it into full use. The hand offered was immediately withdrawn when the first prick began, undeniably making what would have been a shallow cut, a way to drink the blood as one does the communion wine, into a deep slash, an oozing gash that made the younger hiss in pain as tears framed his eyes.
“Good. That means we can move on to communion. Mass is much quicker this way; perhaps we ought to have it together every week.” Kibum shuddered at the though, almost positive that that was something he definitely did not want.
Shiwon continued on, such a mild voice for such a crazed – at least in Kibum’s mind – situation. “The eating of the body and the drinking of the blood. You know why these are important, right?” He didn’t wait for affirmation, but instead reached for Kibum’s bleeding hand and said “Unfortunately, we are out of bread and wine, so let’s skip the body shall we?” It was almost conspiratorial, his tone of voice.
Then Kibum wasn’t thinking about the tone of voice, or the knife the other still held even now. His mind was centered on the tongue lapping at the gash on his palm, and the surprising hardening of his own cock, and the blatant tent in Shiwon’s pants, and… and… that tongue! Thus, he didn’t notice the knife approach his other hand, didn’t notice the, this time, shallow slash, as he felt he cheeks flush with arousal and embarrassment.
His hand was pushed against his mouth, red smearing on his lips, and all he could do was gasp as he tasted the metallic flavor, feeling his arousal grow painfully. He wasn’t supposed to like this. Shiwon was supposed to be scary. But there was something more subdued about him today, although he was kinkier, that made it somehow okay.
Then he was begging as a hand tugged at his growing erection, a chuckle sounding at his distress, smugly reminding him that he still wasn’t able to finish – curse the maker of cock rings! He heard a voice – surely it wasn’t his own – begging and knew when a smirk answered it that Shiwon had won, and thus wasn’t surprised when fingers stretched him open – luckily wet with the ‘holy water’ – as others stroked him more.
Then he was invaded, and surprisingly it wasn’t as bad as before, but that probably had everything to do with not being taken dry, and he was moaned, words falling from his lips like anvils in cartoons, heavy, weighted with desire. “Please… please Shiwon”
A grunt responded, and the words “we are praising God now, so praise him Kibum. Praise him.”
“Oh Lord! Oh God! Oh… Please!” His wish was answered, the ring removed, and he came, clenching around Shiwon’s cock, sending him hurtling off the cliff of pleasure.
“Praise the Lord! Thank you God” was the emphatic whisper as the elder collapsed on top of the younger, sated.
Author: beililee
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Shiwon X Kibum
Disclaimer: Don’t own
Series: Even Good Can Be Twisted Into Evil
Word Count: 1510
Warning: religious sexual activities, blood play, arrogance in excess, a cock ring, knife play
Previous Chapters: Try Your Hardest and Leave the Rest to God || Through the Valley of the Shadow of Death
Author’s Note: The previous chapters are in chronological order. Also, the author is not Catholic and is apologizing in advance for any misrepresentations she makes of that faith and/or that church if she in fact makes any. However, this is not meant to be an accurate depiction of church activities by any stretch of the imagination. ^^ Ending note of the long ass author’s note: I dedicate this fic to
stevenghost and sneakersiam who will appreciate one particular line ^.~ and to kisekiga who will hopefully enjoy it even though it isn't JE ^^It was odd for a Sunday to go by where Shiwon didn’t go to church. Thus, this Sunday was odd. Of course, everyone gets sick every once in a while, so Eeteuk accepted it as he ushered the others out the door for their habitual Sunday morning activity, accepting Shiwon’s assurances that he would indeed be fine and even if he wasn’t, Kibum would be waking up so and is more than capable to lend a helping hand.
So they were alone. Again. And Kibum didn’t even know it.
That alone made Shiwon smile, but coupled with the knowledge that his band mates were stupid enough to believe his lie, he was ecstatic in an anti-climatic manner. He couldn’t wait for the moment wakefulness greets Kibum, and the look and feeling of horror his presence will cause the younger. Just the thought alone had him hardening, but there were preparations to make before that occurred. After all, mass is quite the ordeal when one doesn’t have to prepare. Being the priest was going to take extra work. But Shiwon was prepared to do anything to strike the fear of god – himself – in Kibum’s heart.
Water – holy water – a knife, the holy word, those were to be his tools and he set them on the floor by Kibum’s bed as he locked them both in the room.
Nobody ever said that patience was a virtue Shiwon possessed, so it’s not to be too unexpected when, the preparations complete, he decided to wake the younger with a parody of the pre-mass devotions. After all, going a Sunday without any semblance of mass was a grave travesty and intense blow to the soul in the elder’s opinion. Dipping his fingers in the ‘holy water,’ he touched the cold wet first to Kibum’s forehead, then to his sternum, followed by a tap on each shoulder. There! He has purified and ready to praise his lord, as well he should.
Kibum shivered, twitched, and, unfortunately for him, awoke, blinking the sleep from his eyes while his mind tried to register the face before his eyes. The moment it did was immediately known, a gaping fish-like mouth and wide fearful eyes creating an expression that could almost be called comical, and would have been had they been directed towards anyone else, to anyone but Shiwon. Kibum would swear on his mother’s life that Shiwon was capable of anything, even eating babies.
Shiwon smiled at the reaction, baring pearly white teeth that seemed capable of gnashing through flesh and bone without a second’s notice. Maybe that was just Kibum’s sleep leaden, overactive imagination talking, but he didn’t think so. He had already encountered the elder in solitude twice before, and neither had been pleasant. The memories increased the fear in his eyes.
“I thought we could have mass together this morning.” An innocent grin, as innocent as an axe-murderer’s, pasted itself to his face. But Kibum knew he had no choice in the matter, so he crossed himself forehead, sternum, shoulder, shoulder in sync with Shiwon and grimaced as he heard the words “in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit.” This was not boding well; he had already learned that religious references weren’t his salvation. They were his curse. But he muttered the anticipated “amen” and bowed his head, waiting.
“If you have anything to confess, now is the time. The Lord is listening, and He knows that it was you who slipped the sleeping pill into Donghae’s juice the other night to get him to shut up, if only for a little while. Tsk, tsk. So selfish of you.” A little evil colored his grin, and Kibum felt that he was confessing more to the devil than to God. He mutedly nodded, accepted the accusation, knowing the penance would surely be meted out.
And it was, a hand roughly removing the boxers he had slept in, slipped a ring of cold metal over a surprisingly half-hard cock. If he didn’t know better, he would think that the anticipation of what was to come was affecting him. But he knew, if he knew anything, the he was not masochistic, right?
And then Shiwon started reading while grasping the knife and trailing it along Kibum’s tensing body.
“Psalm 1:
Blessed is the man that walks not in the counsel of the ungodly,
Nor stands in the way of sinners, nor sits in the seat of the scornful.
But his delight is in the law of the Lord;
And in his law does he meditate day and night.”
The knife stopped to rest at the junction of his hips, pressing lightly, and something about the situation excited him, shamed him, frightened him.
“And he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water,
That brings forth his fruit in season;
His leaf also shall not wither;
And whatsoever he does shall prosper.”
A hand reached in between Kibum’s legs as the knife remained where it rested, the stimulation on his cock almost painful in that release was not allowed, the metal band fulfilling its duty.
“The ungodly are not so:
But are like the chaff which the wind drives away.
Therefore the ungodly shall not stand in the judgment,
Nor sinners in the congregation of the righteous.
For the Lord knows the way of the righteous:
But the way of the ungodly shall perish.”
“Thus,” finished Shiwon, “follow the order of the Lord your God, and you will not experience the worst pain and suffering imaginable. This does not mean that everything will be sunshiny roses from the moment you being to follow on; God tests you daily, and so will I.” The grin would have simply been cheeky on anyone else, but on Shiwon, it was demonic.
Although the scriptures were read, it was still not over, the communion and ending praises not yet begun.
“Are you fully repentant of your confessed sin? If so, let me have your hand for the communion prayer.” One hand was held out to receive the younger’s, the other still clutching the knife, ready to bring it into full use. The hand offered was immediately withdrawn when the first prick began, undeniably making what would have been a shallow cut, a way to drink the blood as one does the communion wine, into a deep slash, an oozing gash that made the younger hiss in pain as tears framed his eyes.
“Good. That means we can move on to communion. Mass is much quicker this way; perhaps we ought to have it together every week.” Kibum shuddered at the though, almost positive that that was something he definitely did not want.
Shiwon continued on, such a mild voice for such a crazed – at least in Kibum’s mind – situation. “The eating of the body and the drinking of the blood. You know why these are important, right?” He didn’t wait for affirmation, but instead reached for Kibum’s bleeding hand and said “Unfortunately, we are out of bread and wine, so let’s skip the body shall we?” It was almost conspiratorial, his tone of voice.
Then Kibum wasn’t thinking about the tone of voice, or the knife the other still held even now. His mind was centered on the tongue lapping at the gash on his palm, and the surprising hardening of his own cock, and the blatant tent in Shiwon’s pants, and… and… that tongue! Thus, he didn’t notice the knife approach his other hand, didn’t notice the, this time, shallow slash, as he felt he cheeks flush with arousal and embarrassment.
His hand was pushed against his mouth, red smearing on his lips, and all he could do was gasp as he tasted the metallic flavor, feeling his arousal grow painfully. He wasn’t supposed to like this. Shiwon was supposed to be scary. But there was something more subdued about him today, although he was kinkier, that made it somehow okay.
Then he was begging as a hand tugged at his growing erection, a chuckle sounding at his distress, smugly reminding him that he still wasn’t able to finish – curse the maker of cock rings! He heard a voice – surely it wasn’t his own – begging and knew when a smirk answered it that Shiwon had won, and thus wasn’t surprised when fingers stretched him open – luckily wet with the ‘holy water’ – as others stroked him more.
Then he was invaded, and surprisingly it wasn’t as bad as before, but that probably had everything to do with not being taken dry, and he was moaned, words falling from his lips like anvils in cartoons, heavy, weighted with desire. “Please… please Shiwon”
A grunt responded, and the words “we are praising God now, so praise him Kibum. Praise him.”
“Oh Lord! Oh God! Oh… Please!” His wish was answered, the ring removed, and he came, clenching around Shiwon’s cock, sending him hurtling off the cliff of pleasure.
“Praise the Lord! Thank you God” was the emphatic whisper as the elder collapsed on top of the younger, sated.
