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The tall wooden doors burst open with a harsh push and an icy gust of wind. A concealed figure ran inside the building, with rain drops trailing down his body onto the floor. A bright flash of lightning lit up the night sky behind him. The figure quickly pushed both doors with his back against the force of the ruthless storm.
At long last, the doors closed shut with the booming sound of thunder, as he lowered the wooden barricade. He breathed out a sigh of relief and banged his head against the now sealed doors. After a moment to collect himself, he quickly pulled off his soaked blue hoodie. He looked around to assess his dark surroundings, as he fixed his satchel hanging over his shoulder.
The old stone walls curved into high arches on the ceiling. The rain could be heard tapping against the numerous beautiful stained-glass windows. He walked along the red carpet, passing several wooden pews down the center aisle. It soon led to the raised platform and altar at the back of the room. A couple of white sanctuary candles were the only source of light. It called to him like a moth to a flame.
He took a seat at the second row of benches, it creaked under his weight. He tiredly leaned his back against the bench and sighed once again. His body finally relaxed. He closed his eyes as he silently made the sign of the cross.
He felt warmer already.
“Who goes there??” A male voice shouted.
The intruder froze in his seat. He wanted to run but his feet wouldn’t let him.
“I heard the doors slam all the way from-” He trailed off his sentence at the new stranger on the bench.
Before the intruder could react, he felt a light shine against his face and body. He squinted his eyes and raised his hands in surrender as the new cloaked figure pulled down his own hood and scanned them properly.
It was a red-eared slider. Similar to himself, but larger in stature and mature in appearance. He was wearing black cassock robes with a white roman collar around his neck. The intricate pectoral cross hung loosely on his chest and shined a goldish tint.
It suddenly occurred to him who this is…
‘The priest.’ The smaller slider thought.
“A slider ?!” The priest whispered puzzled.
Both stared in awe of each other, as the sounds of rain continued to fall onto the clanking roof above.
“S-Sorry I didn’t know anyone was here!” The intruder stumbled over his words, as he rose to his feet. “I just wanted to warm up! I’ll just-” He could feel a heavy weight on him from the clergyman. His warm palm gently pushed his shoulder down back into his seat.
“No need to freit, my child. All are welcome in the house of God!”
His even and calm voice helped relax his own nerves. The clergyman seemed more at ease as well.
“It’s quite a storm outside these walls. I’m glad you sought refuge within the walls of the Lord.” The priest took a smooth seat next to the new arrival and set his lantern down. He slowly smoothed out his robes and folded his hands neatly in his lap.
“You a traveler, young one? I don’t believe I’ve seen you around here before. It’s not very often we get sliders here in the church, much less ones your age.”
The young slider folded his arms, “I’m 17… so basically an adult!” He darted his eyes across the room. “I’m new around these parts. I sailed in on the last ferry boat of the evening, before the storm came in out of nowhere.”
“I see.”
A comfortable moment of silence passed, as the candles flickered in front of them.
“What’s your name?” The priest gazed at him with nothing but warmth in his eyes. The young slider felt his breath caught in his throat. He could feel the chills lessen down his back.
“My n-name’s Leonardo-” He shakily coughed into his hand. “-But, I just go by Leo.”
The elder nodded his head, “Pleased to meet you, Leo. I guess that gives us something else in common-” He smiled as Leo raised a curious eye ridge, “-My name is also Leonardo, but around here I’m simply known as Father Leon.”
Another blinding flash of lightning, followed by a loud roar of thunder reverberated along the curved arches.
Leon opened his mouth, but quickly closed it. He then began to unclasp his own cloak. “Come. You can warm up better by the fireplace and with a hot cup of tea.” He draped the dark cloth over Leo’s shoulders. The teen’s eyes widened.
Next, he collected Leo’s satchel and drenched hoodie in his lap. Leo felt the words of protest die on his lips, as Leon gently rubbed his head. “We wouldn't want you to catch a cold now.” The larger slider folded the wet articled over his metal arm along with the bag, and then grabbed the lantern once again.
“Follow me.” He gestured with his fingers.
Leo clenched the cloak closer on himself and bit the inside of his cheek. He originally told himself he wasn’t gonna stay here for too long. Just to let the storm pass and then be on his way.
‘A motel or open lodge shouldn’t be too far from here…’
He looked back to the main entrance doors and windows where the rain and winds were pounding against. Lighting streaks were visible even through the stained-glass windows. The deafening sound of thunder soon made the decision for him.
He soon hurried along after the friendly priest. The warm cloak fluttered around him with every step.
The next morning welcomed sunny skies and chirping song birds. The crisp breeze carried the fresh, earthy smell after it rained. Plentiful water brought on by yesterday's storm had all the dry plant life come alive, to absorb the numerous rays of sun.
Overall, perfect weather to have the first meal of the day in!
The two sliders were in the middle of breakfast. They were out on the shaded patio area in the center of the compound. Near the large oak tree and blooming garden they could see a family of ducks swimming in the pond.
“So, do you have any family on the island, Leo?” Leon asked, as he poured Leo more tea.
Leo looked at him like a deer in the headlights, with half a bread roll in his mouth. He quickly chewed and cleared his throat, “Um, no? J-just me.” He kept his hands busy by grabbing his teaspoon and the sugar pot. “My family lives on the mainland. We had some… disagreements about how I chose to live my life.” He stirred some sugar into his tea.
Leon glanced at him concerned with how he delivered that line.
“They wanted total control and I wanted my freedom. So I came here to have a fresh start, simple as that.” He really didn’t want to get into details about his home life. It’s in the past now, and he’d like to keep it that way.
“I see. So you left as soon as you were able to be on your own, then?”
“... Escaped is more like it.” Mumbled the teen under his breath. Leon heard him all the same, as he tapped his fingers against his own mug.
“Well, even with the less than ideal circumstances… Allow me to be the first to officially welcome you here to the island!” He smiled genuinely.
Leo could feel the corners of his lips upturn somewhat, as his shoulders slackened, “Thanks, Father.”
They could hear the ducks happily quacking in the background. Leo’s curiosity soon got the better of him.
“Hey, if you don’t mind me asking… Why do you have that?” Leo pointed to the priest’s metal arm.
Leon slowly flexed his right fingers, “Oh this? It’s just my arm. It helps me with daily tasks.”
The younger slider gave him a deadpanned look. Leon couldn't help but laugh.
“That’s not what I meant.”
“Heh, yeah. I know, I know.” He pulled up his sleeve a bit. “The short of it is, I lost my arm overseas during the war. I enlisted in the army right after highschool, when the need for new recruits was at its peak.”
Leo nodded his head. He recalls the new broadcasts on the television in between his father’s shows outlining the foreign war. He was too little at the time to really grasp the impact they had compared to now. This is the first time he met someone who had served in it.
“I was in the trenches pulling a comrade to safety before an enemy grenade took us by surprise.” A haunted look passed over him. “All I remember when I woke up was that my comrade was fine, but my right arm was gone. The arm and my shell took the brunt of the force… the medics couldn’t save it in the end.”
Leo’s face grew somber, “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. It’s in the past. I’ve come to terms with it.” He responded, clearly unbothered.
“Anyway, when I was honorably discharged you can imagine it was quite a shock for my family to see me come back with one less limb, than what I originally left with.” Leon tried to jest. “While most of them were mortified, one saw it as an opportunity.”
Leo’s eyes flickered to the arm, as he connected the dots.
He gazed longingly into his palm, “My brilliant twin constructed this for me. It was the final project for his last year at university.” He held his metal arm in his left, “He got an ‘A’, an award, and several job offers! Meanwhile, I got my independence back.”
“You have a twin? And he built you that??” The teen blurted out.
Leon glanced over at the smaller slider with mirth.
“Yes, he did. He’s not my twin in the traditional sense, but he is where it matters. At least, that's what our other two brothers would say constantly about us growing up.” He clenched and unclenched his hand. “Nowadays, I fully understand what they meant.”
He let out a nostalgic sigh, “Regardless, I’m grateful for his gift and what I’m able to do now because of it.”
Leo took a sip of his tea, as he let the new found information sink in. A thought just occurred to him.
“Okay, but wait. I'm confused. If you served in the army when did-” Leo gestured to his attire and the gold cross hanging on his chest. “-This happen??”
Leon was expecting this question. He soon rolled down his sleeve.
“Reading scripture always brought me great comfort. Even more so, when I was in another country in the front lines, away from my family.” Leon took a final bite of his breakfast. “I don’t know for certain when it happened, but while I was healing from my injuries, I felt a deep yearning within me. It grew more and more, as I conversed with others in medical every Sunday during bible study. I knew right then and there, what I wanted to do.”
The young slider saw a determined expression grow on the priest’s face.
“Shortly after I returned home, I sought out to be ordained as a priest. I completed my studies, was diligent in my church duties and before I knew it I was assigned to this church and now bless the Eucharist during Mass.”
Leo whistled an impressed tune, “Wow, that’s some change in career path, Father Leon. Congrats!”
Leon once again smiled at him, “Thank you, Leo. My family was also really proud I chose this path, but deeply saddened they wouldn’t be able to see me as much after the final ceremony.” He made a reach to grab the extra bread rolls in between them. “Since I am bound to my duties to the church, they make the effort to visit me from the mainland during grand celebratory events… having them see what I contribute to the island as a priest is worth all the riches in the world.”
He stood up and placed a free hand over his heart, “Today, I couldn’t imagine my life any differently.” He then walked over to the pond next to them.
Leo watched him near the ducks, “Don't you ever want kids?” Leo asked without thinking. He immediately wanted to slap himself for voicing his uncouth question out loud.
Leon chuckled under his breath, as he tore up the bread rolls in his hands, “Well, now all members of the parish are my family! That includes the children my brothers and sisters bring along with them to church.” He tossed the pieces of bread into the edge of the water, and several hungry ducks swam swiftly to have a bite.
The sun's rays bounced off Leon’s peaceful grin, “And for me? That’s more than enough.”
The young slider tilted his head at what the clergyman said.
He couldn’t help but notice how radiant he looked in the sunlight. So bright in his aged features, so gentle with how he shares bread with the innocent creatures around him. Entirely pure of heart with the kindness he displays inside and out. The full embodiment of his title.
Leo could feel an unconscious pang shoot across his chest.
Leon dusted off his hands and wiped any remnant of crumbs on his pants. “Forgive me, Leo, but I must be off now.”
He started to collect the empty dishes onto the tray. “Mass begins in an hour, and I must prepare the Sanctuary and myself for the morning session.” He stacked the two tea cups on top of eachother. “You are free to stay here or explore the rest of the compound grounds as you wish. I’ll-”
“Wait!” Leo shouted as the priest took a step away from the table. “Let me help you!” He grabbed the tray handles out of his hands. “It’s the least I can do, after all you’ve done for me. Let me repay your kindness!”
Leon frowned, “That’s not necessary-”
“I’m familiar with how the Mass functions. I’ve aided several sessions growing up.” He pointed to himself with an outstretched thumb. “Former altar boy right here!”
Leon raised a brow ridge. The larger slider still didn’t look convinced.
“You really don’t have to, Leo. You are a guest.” He raised a hesitant hand towards the tray. Leo brushed him off with a wave and placed the teapot on it too.
“I want to! Please… let me help you with the arrangements today.” Leo was practically begging now. “I promise not to mess it up, and who knows? I might just surprise you!”
Leon huffed out a defeated sigh, and lowered his outstretched hand.
“Well, alright. Just for today.” He started to follow the younger slider back to the kitchen, “I appreciate your offer to help.”
“Anytime, Father!”
“May the Lord be with you-!” Spoke Father Leon up on the altar, as he made a large cross out to the audience.
“-And with your spirit!!” The members of the church replied in unison standing in the aisles.
He gave everyone a gentle wave in parting, as he folded his hands together under his green chasuble robes.
Soon, joyful music could be heard being played on the piano by a blonde capybara yokai. He was leading the Mass orchestra off to the side, as the choir began to sing the final song of the session. The audience started to clap and join in on the singing, while Father Leon walked off from the center altar, onto the side platform stairs.
Leo was there to meet him at the bottom, wearing his white alb and holding a long lit candle by the pole base. Leon followed his and the other altar servers' leads, as they walked down the long center aisle to the outside of the church. By the time they reached the end, the servers and Leo dispersed to the side of the building. Leon remained alone, as all the members filtered out of the grand double doors.
He took his time saying good-bye to everyone, and shook hands with whosoever would reach for his palm. Little kids would come up and hug his legs, meanwhile petite old ladies would kiss his palms and rub his cheeks. It was quite obvious to anyone who could see just how much the townsfolk adore their Priest, and how much he does them in return.
A short time later, Leo could hear Father Leon’s infectious laugh before he fully rounded the corner.
“Haha, alright now! See you again next week!” Leon waved to the elderly couple slowly making their way down the hill.
Leo walked over to his side and widely waved after the last two members. The young slider took notice of a metal blue object in the Priest's hands. Leon was holding a tin of homemade shortbread cookies. He tapped his finger against it, as he finally glanced over at Leo. “Looks like we have a treat for afternoon tea today.”
The teen grinned and pumped a fist in the air, “Sweet! Abuelita Karai makes the best cookies on the island!!”
“That she does.” He agreed, as he led them back into the building.
Soon the last musician left the room with his instrument strapped to his back, leaving the sliders completely alone once more.
“That was a wonderful Mass, Father!”
Leon smiled, “It was a truly engaging session, I’ll admit.”
Several weeks have passed since that original stormy night that brought the two sliders together, and now they are practically inseparable. Leo had really slipped into his role as temporary altar boy seamlessly. Now it feels like he’s always been there!
It had almost become routine for them. After the morning mass, both sliders would have lunch together before Father Leon would be off doing several religious tasks. Meanwhile, Leo would help where needed or be left to his own devices. Till they were reunited once again for the evening Mass, and a warm dinner before bed after that.
“Care for lunch on the patio today?”
Father Leon rubbed his stomach with a teasing grin, “Definitely! Can’t wait to chow down. I’m so hungry I could eat a horse!”
Leo elbowed the clergyman playfully, “Not if I eat it first!”
The echoes of laughter could be heard across the corridors, as they walked towards the kitchen. As they reached the end of the hall, the teen thought this was a perfect time to voice his request.
Leo started to twiddle his thumbs, “Say Leon, I’ve been meaning to ask you something.”
“Really? Well then, let’s hear it!” The larger slider wrapped a warm arm around his shoulders bringing him in close. He could feel his stomach flip in a way he’s sure wasn’t the hunger pangs talking.
Leo hesitantly scrunched his shoulders, “Well I just wanted to know, if I may join the afternoon class of faith formation? P-please??”
The Priest raised a brow ridge.
“The one for elders?? I don’t see why not. But, I thought today you were going to meet up with the neighborhood kids by the shore. For that afternoon swim?”
Leon recalls Leo mentioning this event in passing this week. He was happy the young slider was branching out outside the church. Leo had gotten quite close to the youth of the parish and the small community as a whole. Last thing Leon would want is for him to miss out on quality time with others his age.
Leon subtly held Leo tighter. He was scanning his thoughts further.
Moreover, he couldn’t imagine Leo having much enjoyment out of joining the study session ment for adults in comparison to the one meant for youth. He already joins him for every Mass and aids with many compound chores. He does it all without complaint or Leon needing to ask.
The kid deserves a break.
Leo scratched the back of his neck, “Yeah, I was gonna go, but it’s high tide today and I’m not the best swimmer. I don’t wanna sit in the sand by the shallows, while the rest have fun in the deep waves.”
Leon looked at him dumbfounded. It’s the first time he’s heard a turtle having any issues in the water. Guess he can mark that off his bingo card.
“Plus, I’d rather spend more time with you… y-you know brushing up on my religious education and all that!” Pink soon dusted his cheek’s in embarrassment. “Besides, I won’t be a ‘youth’ forever, better to get a head start on more mature lectures now rather than later, right?”
The war vet chuckled and rubbed him firmly on the shoulder, “Well if you’re up for it, sure! Would love to have you there, Bud.”
Leo’s face brightened considerably at the term of endearment. They soon arrived at the kitchen to prepare their meal. Lunch tasted a little bit sweeter that day and the spoken lecture was music to Leo’s ears.
A loud knock was heard against his wooden door. Leo perked up from his desk and turned around from his notes.
“Leo, are you in there? May I come in?” Father Leon said.
“Yeah, one second!”
Leo got up from his seat and walked over to his bedroom door. He opened it to an excited, wide eyed priest on the other side. “You got a letter, Bud! A very important one!” He waved it back-and-forth before shoving it into Leo’s hands.
“A letter? For me??” The teen asked, puzzled. He took a glance at the white envelope addressed to him, and the large red seal on the back of it. His jaw dropped.
“Is this-”
“Official seal of the Vatican? Yeah, it is! Open it! Open it!” Leon cried, as he shook Leo with an exuberant grip.
Leo grabbed the letter opener off his desk and cleanly opened the mail. He pulled out an elegant letter. His full name was written in flowy cursive as his eyes scanned the words from top to bottom. His eyes widened as he spotted several other familiar forms within the envelope.
The air was caught in his lungs. His shoulders started to shake, “Oh my God! Is this really what I think it is?!?”
The priest cheekily peered over his shoulder, “Hmm, let’s see… copies of your birth certificate, state identification, school transcripts, and more? Uh huh! I say it’s all there in black ink!”
“How, when…” Leo couldn’t form a complete sentence. He had to lean a hand on his desk to avoid falling to the ground. He kept staring at the forms like it would self-combust if he tore his gaze away for even a second.
Leon grinned, “I pulled some strings and reached out to the upper levels of church management. I asked them to send copies of your official documents.” Leon folded his hands behind his back with a proud aura. “Once they located the region and had the date of your baptism, they printed out all the paperwork they had on file about you.”
“Seriously? You did this??” The young slider was at a loss for words.
“Yep! It took a while to send it over, but the second I saw that seal, I knew what was inside.”
Leo whispered the next part, “Do you know what this means?” He finally looked up from the precious papers, to the wall in front of him.
Leon’s eyes softened, “You are finally free… to live the life you truly want to, kid.” Leo made direct eye contact with him now.
“You can attend college courses, build up your dream career, travel wherever you please…” He trailed off his list at the end. “You can build a life outside the church walls… far away from the island shores.”
A bittersweet knot formed in his chest at Father Leon’s words. He placed the important documents on his desk, before grasping the war vet’s left hand with both of his own.
Leo’s voice grew tense, “Big Blue, I don’t know what else to say… but, thank you! Thank you so much!!” Father Leon squeezed his hand in tender reciprocation.
Truthfully, Leo is thankful. He is so thankful at the opportunities he now has available to him! His past will no longer hold him hostage. It’s a dream come true!
Leo darted his eyes off to the side, as his lips turned into a fine line. Unfortunately, he’s not as enthusiastic about the last part the larger slider said.
He has been here for months now. Long enough that he considers the church on the island his home. Father Leon has become someone dear to him. The long talks during mealtime, the humorous laughs during daily chores, the guidance he provided with repairing his fractured relationship to his faith…
Leon was the supportive father-figure he needed in his life.
He doesn’t want to deeply think about his new reality. What moving forward on the journey called life would mean. That his time staying on the compound, and by extension, his time with Leon… is coming to an end.
Leo finally let go of the clergyman. He took a couple of steps away from him before folding his arms, “Just wow, this is a lot! Amazing!! But, a lot!” He rubbed down his own arms soothingly.
The teen tried to better organize his thoughts. He made a half-turn and wiped a hand under his nose.
“W-what if… what if I don’t want to leave just yet?” He started to play with the ends of his own mask tails. “What if I wanna stay here longer and keep being your altar boy?”
Leon paused, then schooled his features, “Leo, you know as well as I do, you will soon outgrow your temporary position of altar boy-”
Leo’s face fell at the bold fact tossed in his face. His eyes began to water with unshed tears. He was ready to practically bolt out of the room at his mentor’s blatant rejection.
“Right, my m-mistake-” Before he could run, a familiar comforting hand grasped his own again.
Leon finished his sentence, “-But, you would be the perfect fit for a new Acolyte position that opened up.”
The teen blinked up at him. Did he hear that right? New hope slowly escalated inside him.
“You would get free housing here, be paid a fair wage with benefits, and have more responsibilities within the church. Pretty neat, huh?” Leon gently wiped away Leo’s fallen tears.
“Though, you would have to see my old mug more often. Be at my side for every Mass, function, and celebration too. I hope it's not too much of a trade off.” He lightly tapped the younger slider’s nose. His genuine smile was on full display.
“So what do ya say, Lil’ Blue?”
Leo practically jumped into Father Leon’s arms. The surprise and force was so great, it brought them both down to their knees. They didn’t seem to mind one bit.
“YES, YES, YES!! Of course, I’ll be your new Acolyte! I’m so honored!” Leo’s tail wagged frantically. He clenched the elder even tighter in the embrace. His face now buried in the soft robes of his chest.
Leon rubbed his head affectionately, “Happy birthday, Leo…”
Leo never shared the date of his birth with the priest before. He had found out along with his forms retrieval, and timed it to be sent around his birthday. As if the Holy slider in front of him couldn’t be more perfect, he goes and does this too! This was the best gift he could have hoped for!
Huge tears were falling down Leo’s cheeks now, he could feel his throat close up from the overflow of emotions he was experiencing. He wanted to scream across the island cliff with all his pent up feelings. Leon hushed him gently with light whispers.
The young slider tried to voice his thanks again through the tears against Leon’s chest, but it came out as a series of broken sobs. Leon kissed his temple and muttered a soft, “You’re welcome.”
Father Leon didn’t catch everything. But he didn’t have to. He knew what his Lil’ Blue meant.
A loud crash woke up Father Leon from his nap on his desk. He quickly raised his head and scanned his surroundings with semi-blocked vision. The slider rubbed the sleep from one eye, as he used the other to pull a stuck sheet from his face. He yawned as he glanced around the room a second time.
“Guess I fell asleep.”
He let himself stretch wide within his seat, before he rose to his feet. He could tell from the darkness outside his window it was well past midnight. The candles lit the room much dimmer, nearing the bottom of the wick. The slider reached for the nearby lantern.
“Better see what caused that sound.” He thought, as he started to blow out the remaining candles. He had some suspicions it was the local stray cat looking for a squeaky midnight snack. The priest wrapped a warm black cloak around his shoulders before leaving his study.
He trudged towards the center of the compound. The full moon and stars lighting his way better in the night air, than his little kerosene lantern ever could. Soon, he saw an odd sight by the patio. The large shattered remains of a plant near the pond didn’t look right.
Leon kneeled down to get a closer look.
He swears he saw footsteps outlined in the spread out soil on the stone path. Distinctly hooved steps , rather than small feline ones. That had several red flags sprout up in his mind.
Suddenly, a gust of wind swept over his neck. A faint shadow over casted his kneeled form. His army training reflexes immediately kicked in! He ducked before the butt of a heavy gun could collide with his skull. He had narrowly missed being struck out-cold by the large black intruder.
“What the-?!?”
The clergyman was running on autopilot.
He rolled off to the side and stretched out a strong leg. He used it to knock his opponent off balance and it succeeded in toppling him forwards. Father Leon made sure to uppercut him square in the jaw, before he touched the ground. The punch made the trespasser loosen his grip on the gun, letting the priest steal it.
Once on the floor, Leon swiftly crawled over his back and kept a sharp knee against the center of it. The slider shoved his shoulder into the ground, then he clenched the hand held gun tightly, as he pointed the tip into the trespasser's head.
“If you value your life, don’t move…”
His opponent initially grumbled out a pained moan. Father Leon saw from the corner of his eye a half-opened, large brown bag. It was filled to the top with bill donations and expensive gold items utilized in the church.
‘A thief…’ Thought Leon with a leer.
Upon further observation, the thief was a bull mutant, in his late 20’s from what he gathered. The pointed horns and muscular shape of his body are unmistakable of the animal influence. He needed more personal identifiers, and turned the bull’s head. He quickly unmasked the intruder and scanned his features. Leon took note of his red eyes, his thick septum piercing, and curling face tattoo. His attacker is someone he does not recognize.
“Who are you? Why did you attack me??” Questioned Leon in a rapid fire way.
If this was a standard robbery, the fool would have been long gone before Leon would have suspected anything. The fact that he tried to lure him out with the smashed plant, and then attacked Leon when he already had a sack full of riches, told him something else was going on here.
No response. Only heavy breathing and resistance against his hold was felt.
The war vet shoved his knee and body further into the mutant on the ground. He pushed the gun harder into his temple. His eyes narrowed.
“ Answer me, intruder!!” He was fuming now.
The bull mutant spat out a loose tooth and a glob of blood-tinged saliva, “Heh, go to hell!”
Father Leon was about to land another punch, but was stopped by a loud blood-curdling scream from the other side of the compound. His heart dropped. He shot his head in the direction of the familiar voice.
“ Leo…” He whispered in a haunted tone.
In his distracted state, the restrained bull mutant made his move. He reached for the firearm and elbowed the clergyman in the ribs. Leon heaved over and reluctantly released the intruder from his grasp. In the blink of an eye, the priest was knocked onto his shell, with the bull clenching his neck to the ground.
The intruder followed through with his initial attack, and struck Leon in the head with the end of his weapon. While the slider was reeling from the hit, he was kicked in the side for good measure. He groaned in pain at the brutal contact.
“That’s for the uppercut earlier, prick!” Muttered the bull, as he forced the war vet on his side and pulled out thick rope from his pocket. He held the gun in his mouth and secured the clergyman's hands with a tight knot behind his back. He did the same maneuver on his feet, as well.
He was now completely bound and defenseless.
The thief tied a longer rope to the priest’s ankles and tucked his firearm into his pants. He then scooped up the discarded sack, and placed that over the same shoulder as the end of the rope. He started to haul both Leon and the loot away in long strides.
Father Leon tried to speak, but his tongue felt like cotton. He was still in a daze, with his mind still spinning in place. He closed his eyes to calm the dizziness and pain. The slider was sliding across the dirty floor with no clue as to where he was being taken. His long golden-cross, dragging on the ground above his head with every pull.
Minutes passed, before the bull stopped his advancing entirely. They were no longer outside, he was sure of it.
“Tch, took you long enough.” uttered an unknown third voice.
Leon snapped his eyes open at the sound.
He was back inside the church. There were two other intruders present, both were masked, but are mutants as well. However, one was a large Hippopotamus and the other was a lanky purple praying-mantis. Both also had deadly handheld guns and similarly filled brown sacks by their feet.
“Yeah, yeah whatever. At least I found him!” The Bull replied.
He started to drag Leon past the open archway closer to the center Sanctuary. The room was stripped bare and the altar a mess. He was tossed next to the bottom of the altar podium. Leon was soon cornered on all sides by the thieves. He glared up at all of them. A chorus of evil grins stared back.
“Well, good evening to ya Father…” The mantis mutant greeted with a sarcastic tone.
Right as the slider opened his mouth, they all heard large footsteps enter from the other open archway.
“Oi, you slobbery blokes! Look what delectable meal I caught for us tonight~”
Leon could feel every one of his scales crawl at the sight.
Leo was brought in by an appalling, fat pig mutant. He was held up high in the air by his blue mask, the pig’s tentacles holding onto his neck and limbs in a vulgar fashion. His mouth being gagged by one of the tendrils, as the others slithered across his clothed body.
“LEO!!” Leon shouted. He could feel his soul leaving his body by the minute.
He attempted to crawl towards the teen in his bound state, but was easily pulled back. The teen pried open his eyes at the sound of his name. He tried to say Leon’s, but instead choked around the invasive tendril. His strained gagging made his mentor’s jaw clench in anger.
“Release him! Release him right now!! ” He was struggling desperately against his restraints now.
The rest of the group simply ignored the clergyman, as they acknowledged the fourth newcomer. The Hippopotamus grunt raised a furry brow and placed a free hand on his hip, “A bit excessive force to capture the small one, no?”
The pig scoffed, “The damn brat wouldn’t stop yapping! I had to shut him up somehow!!” He replied with an edge. He neared the others, but continued to hold onto Leo, despite Leon’s protests.
“Anyone else here?” Asked the praying mantis as he did a head count.
“Nope. We did a thorough sweep of the compound, these two are it.” Grumbled the bull mutant.
“Jesus… what happened to you??”
“This bastard is what happened! Doing fancy moves and shit.” He pulled on the rope, causing Leon to slide away from Leo again. “He socked me right in the face! Probably broke something too!!” He rubbed his aching jaw with a grumble.
His antenna flattened against his head in realization, “Wait, where’s your mask?”
All the intruders stared at the bull mutant with ire.
“Bloody hell, Stanley! I knew your pathetic hide would find a way to fuck up this score! Totally useless from horns to hooves!!” Yelled the pig mutant.
Stanley bellowed through his cheeks, “Hey, no fair!?! Your mask is gone too!! This one is clearly trained and massive to boot! What’s your excuse for the shrimp, Swaggart?”
The insect mutant facepalmed, while the hippo shook his head, not at all surprised.
“Well so much for going ‘incognito’, eh Mantis?” muttered the hippo mutant with a defeated chuckle.
“Oh, shove it up your rear Hypno!” Mantis cursed.
Their cover is blown. The amenity rug was pulled from under them. Names have been said in front of the captives, and there’s no taking them back. What’s it to Mantis if he says the final one?
Swaggart finally dumped Leo onto the ground next to Leon. His arms and legs tied in the exact same way. He coughed and spat out excess saliva. The priest scooted closer to the teen and scanned him over. No visible injuries or damage. Father Leon pushed his snout lightly against Leo’s cheek. It’s all he could do to get his attention.
“Leo, thank the Lord! Are you okay?? Are you hurt?”
The younger slider coughed again, “My taste buds aren’t fine, but I’ll live…” Leo adjusted himself to sit up as well as he could in his bound state. He looked over to his mentor, “Are you okay, Father?”
Leon nodded his head with a half-relieved sigh.
Mantis soon pulled off his ski mask and ran a tired hand through his hair. He started to pace in front of the sliders, as he pulled a fresh cigarette from his vest. “Well this certainly changes some things…” He huffed, as he held the stick to his lips. The other grunts waited for his orders, while he pulled a lighter from his pants.
The priest was the first one to speak.
“What do you want with us?” Father Leon demanded. He glanced over at the numerous filled sacks, “You already have bags filled with money and all our sacred items, what more-”
The bull kicked him right in the snout. Mantis lit up his cigarette.
“Leon!!” cried Leo.
He groaned, but glared back at the ringleader once again.
“Word on the docks, is there is a locked vault here in the church…” He puffed out a plume of smoke, “We ain’t leaving till we have that too.”
Leon clenched his teeth, ‘Typical criminals. Never satisfied till they have sucked up every last drop the innocent possess.’
He scolded himself. Now was not the time to lose his temper or show defiance over meaningless material wealth. That was the quickest way to ensure a bullet would be lodged in his skull or chest cavity.
He begrudgingly gazed at the floor.
They were outnumbered. And Leon’s army training can only do so much when he was years out of practice. Not to mention, the added layer of enemy weapons and a fellow captive in the form of Leo. He couldn’t risk it.
He didn’t have a choice.
He needed to do as they said.
“... And if I tell you where the key is… you will let us go, unharmed?”
Mantis shrugged, “Yeah, maybe… if you give us what we want” The simultaneous sounds of guns being cocked was deafening, “With no tricks either! Unless you want tiny here to get it.”
Leo silently whined as he rubbed his face into the elder slider.
Leon could feel the fear pool in his stomach, “Wait, please! This isn’t necessary, I'll cooperate!” His voice wavered, as he swallowed the lump in his throat, “Just don’t hurt him!!”
All the guns slightly lowered their aim.
“The key is in my pectoral cross around my neck… The vault is on the altar, under the rug hidden in a secret door.”
Mantis directed Hypno to the altar and Stanley to Leon. The bull quickly yanked the chain off the priest’s neck and tossed it to the hippo. A turn here, and a yank of a door open there, the vault was pried open with shining gold that lit up the room.
A pleased rumble passed over the thieves.
“There, see! The last of our valuables. Take it! It’s yours!!” He touched his head with Leo’s, “Just be on your way and leave us be, please !!”
They were lightning quick collecting the riches. It was soon as empty as the rest of the building. It took a minute for the elder slider to receive an answer.
The insect mutant tapped his chin in thought, “Hmm, let me think… Nah! Think we’ll stick around a bit longer.”
Oh, Father Leon was seeing red now. Leo only nuzzled himself closer.
“But you said-”
“I agreed to let you go if you comply… still might if you play your cards right-” He leaned down in the priest's face, “-I never said you would avoid the consequences for bearing witness to our identities.”
He puffed out a thick cloud of smoke in his face. Leon could feel the bile rise in his throat, while the secondhand smoke burned his eyes.
“Now let’s see… What would be appropriate punishment for a father and son inside a church?”
Leo finally cracked, “You take that back! Father Leon would never break his holy vows by siring a child!!”
The clergyman pushed himself back roughly onto Leo.
He was shocked at the teen’s blatant dismissal of the ringleader’s observation. A potential upper hand Leon could have used to appeal to the criminals remaining morality, has just been foiled.
“Leo, enough!”
“But-”
The elder glared at him in warning, “Let me handle this, okay??”
His mentor had never spoken to him like that before. High in volume, and dismissive in tone. The finality of his voice wrapped up in an unspoken caution of the danger they are in. Leo bit the inside of his cheek and curtly nodded.
Mantis raised a brow. Even if they weren’t related by blood, it was plain as day to see just how close these two sliders are.
That piped his interest.
“I know! How about I rip open a new one inside the mouthy one?” Swaggart suggested.
Mantis rolled his eyes, “Blasting a hole through their guts defeats the purpose of ‘keeping them alive’.”
“Oh there are other ways to open a hole in someone… I was already halfway there before I strolled in.” He glanced at the teen seductively. “Might be enjoyable to pass around the runt, while Holy Father over there watched from the sidelines.”
Leo flinched. Leon bared his teeth.
The bull uttered, “Yah know, the pig is on to something there. I could go for a round or two with the tiny fella.” He leered over at Leon, “Might actually make the reverend sorry for pounding me earlier.”
Leon couldn’t believe what he was hearing. The situation was getting more dire by the minute.
Hypno folded his arms, “Typical response from the horndogs. I say we beat them to a bloody pulp then high tail it on out of here.”
The room was now filled with differing ideas about how to best deal with their prisoners. Every single one listed was more horrendous than the last.
It was in the middle of all the conversation, Leo lurched forward and hid his face in the corner of Father Leon’s neck. The clergyman never took his eyes off their captors, but nuzzled his face comfortingly to the younger slider. Mantis saw the heavy blush grow on the teen’s face, and the faint one on the elder slider.
His back straightened, as did his antenna. He’s got it now… the perfect punishment.
“Everyone shut up! I have an idea…”
The room instantly grew silent.
“Instead of us fucking the brains out of the runt… I say we make dear ol’ priesty do it instead…”
“What?” Leon mumbled. Leo was similarly too stunned to speak.
If that didn’t make every fiber of his being stand up on end, then the satisfied expression slowly overcame the insect mutant’s face sure did.
Hypno pulled off his own mask.
“Mantis! Do you hear yourself?! Why wait around and make ourselves a bigger target? I say we grab all the loot and bail before sunrise!” He jabbed a thick thumb Meat Sweats way, “Leave Swaggart and Stanley to deal with their horniness after we are all long gone!”
“Oh, please!” Swaggart shouted, as he butted heads with Hypno.
“All Moto Moto over here wants to do is cut our fun short, so he can go crawling back to short, blonde and squirmy in his den!!” He batted his crusty eyes and combined his tendrils into a grotesque heart. The mocking gesture hitting the nail on the head.
Stanley scratched his chin and leaned over to Mantis, “Uh, do you know who he is talking about, boss?”
“Enough!” Mantis yelled. He made sure to strike both of them on the head with his extra appendages. Pained and irritated rumbles were heard as they rubbed their tender areas. He flicked the butt of his cigarette to the ground.
“We need insurance that these fools won’t rat us out now that they saw yall’s faces...”
Mantis stomped on the cigarette with a grunt and shoved his free hand into a pant pocket, “They need to be punished. Besides, it’s been a while since we’ve been treated to a show-”
Leon used his body to block Leo’s own from his view. He didn’t like the look in his eyes.
“I could use the entertainment~” He smirked with a sinister leer.
Both bound sliders could feel the room chill at the underlying threat.
Hypno rolled his eyes, “Don’t be a fool Mantis! We don’t have time for-!!”
“-If this bothers you so much Hypno, then go guard the door!” The Hypno was about to protest more, before Mantis held up a cautionary palm. “ Now. ”
He frowned, “Ugh, very well then.” He pulled himself away from Swaggart and straightened himself out. The pig mutant smirked in evil victory.
“Just don’t take an eternity with the spoils! Sunrise draws near, and I won’t think twice about leaving you ruffians at the docks, if you make me wait too long!!” He stormed off towards the entrance.
He left without sparing anyone else a second glance.
Mantis sighed relieved, “Well, with that out of the way. How about we get back to the main event?” He grabbed a flipped over chair by the altar with one arm. He then planted it right in the middle of the front row. He made himself comfortable in his backwards facing chair.
Both sliders tensed from his undivided attention.
“Now there’s a delightful idea~” Swaggart agreed with a crooked grin.
Stanley chuckled deeply, “Hehe, I’m gonna see turtle cock~”
Father Leon could feel sweat trail down his temple, “Please, reconsider this…” He tried one last time to make their captors see reason. To show them an ounce of mercy, “I am bound to my oath to the Lord and the church. I will not reveal your identities to law enforcement. You have my word. I’ll-”
Mantis waved him off, “Yeah, you might… the pretty little thing next to you doesn’t though…”
He didn’t know how to respond to that.
The insect mutant jutted out his neck towards the sliders, “Stanley, undo their bindings… they're gonna need their limbs in a moment.”
Stanley walked behind Leo first and pulled out a knife. He slowly started to cut the bindings, “You sure about this boss? What if they get any bright ideas or stop when the action gets good??”
“I’m sure, because there are only two outcomes for them tonight. They follow orders-they live… They refuse?” He extended his extra appendages with more guns at the ready, “Then they die on the Sanctuary floor.”
Father Leon could see Leo trembling at the threat. It wasn’t long before both sliders were released and solely rubbing their wrists and ankles. They were even closer together now, Leo halfway hiding behind Leon at his side.
“Now get on with it.” Demanded Mantis.
Neither slider moved. Leon could feel Leo clench his arm tightly.
He grabbed the wood of his seat, “What? Too shy to start? Fine, guess I’ll take the lead.” He pointed his gun at Leo, “You, runt. Strip, now!”
Leo’s eyes widened.
“I won't ask again.” Mantis warned with his weapon. The other two grunts in the room lifted theirs too.
It took all of Leon’s mental fortitude to not jump in the air and attack Mantis now that he was free. He was just a kid! How dare he ask Leo to undress and expose himself for their amusement. In the house of God, no less!!
He clenched and unclenched his fists.
Leon already feels so riled up… How will he ever find the will to go through with what they are asking? To actually… violate Leo. To hurt him, and their close relationship beyond repair? Committing the greatest sin that no amount of holy water or repentance, would absolve.
He shook his head.
He can worry about that later. Right now, he had to be the strong one. He needed to take the heat off the young slider with guns aimed to kill. He will protect him. And by the grace of God, he was gonna ensure they live to see another day!
For his Lil’ Blue.
For Leo.
“It's alright Leo… Do as he says.” Leon said, as reassuring as he could. The teen looked up at him, unsure. He gestured towards Leo to come closer. “It’s okay.” He uttered softly.
Leo gulped the dry lump in his throat, as all the hungry eyes across the room landed on him. He stepped forward next to Leon and let go of his arm.
“Take it one piece at a time, then-”
He quickly snapped open the buttons of his striped blue shirt and tossed it to the floor. No further instructions required. Next, he hastily shoved his pants past his knees and kicked each pant leg off. His pants soon followed into a pile next to him.
He didn’t want to make a big spectacle by getting undressed. Better to rip the band-aid off now, then give them the sensual display they are craving.
Leo was soon as bear as the day he was hatched. His toned body in full view, with his usually hidden yellow markings exposed. He was glaring off to the side with crossed arms. Aside from his bright red face, he held the stance and aura of a typical moody teenager.
Leon could respect the ‘don’t care attitude’ the teen was projecting. A small way to control the situation. And not let their captors know they got to them.
“You’re not exempt from that order, Father-” The war vet glanced over at him. Mantis nudged his gun at the priest “Clothes off!!”
Leo shivered, as he heard Leon start to unclasp his cloak.
In contrast to the teen, Leon pulled off each layer of his attire rather slowly. He laid the cloak neatly and spread out by his feet. He was trying to buy himself time to think. To think of a proper plan of escape. He popped open his collar and placed the white article behind him at the altar, without looking.
He couldn’t bear to face the judging eyes of his God on the cross. The only remaining marble statue item still intact. He sealed his eyes as he started to unbutton the rest of his black cassock. He made a desperate silent prayer.
‘Please, Lord give me strength… The strength to protect Leo… To ensure we survive.’
He could feel a calmness ease down his body. He took a breath and carefully opened his eyes and took in his surroundings. He clenched the cassock as he fanned it out on the floor.
‘Three exits, four captors with one on the outside, and a total of six visible firearms...’
One goal.
Find an opening.
And then he’ll make his move.
Leo couldn’t help but glance over at his mentor, as he leaned down a second time to lay out his full body robe on the ground. The war vet has much more muscles then his usual plain black outfit would have you believe. He could see the healed cracks on the back of his shell and the numerous scars of previous battles littered on his shoulders and thighs. Not to mention, his thick misshapen tail that has seen better days…
The teen felt guilt slowly creep from his toes, as he turned his head, ‘I shouldn’t stare… I’m not supposed to see him like this.’
When Father Leon finally rose to his feet, he heard a choked noise of surprise.
“Wait- where’s their dicks?” Stanley squinted his eyes, “They are dudes, right??” He asked, stumped.
Swaggart scratched his enormous potbelly, “Eh, I think terrapin’s keep their Johnson’s on the inside till it’s time to shag.”
“Guess we’ll have to coax it out, then…” Mantis crossed a leg over his lap, “Some good old fashioned oral should be a good place to start.” He pointed a finger at the sliders, “On your back on the ground tiny. And you on your knees, priest!”
Leon grabbed Leo’s hand and led him to lay down on his spread out clothes. He followed suit by lowering to the ground by the teen’s feet. Now comes the hard part…
The elder slowly pulled apart Leo’s tight knees. He could see the teen starting back up at him with furrowed brow ridges and a bitten lip. Leon adjusted his position better in between Leo’s legs. He really did look so small and powerless underneath him.
“You ever fucked anybody before, runt?” Mantis asked.
Realizing the question was directed at him, Leo shyly mumbled, “...No.”
Father Leon could feel his heart crumble into a million pieces.
Swaggart snorted out a boorish laugh, “A virgin? At his age?? Now I’m jealous!” He was practically salivating at the revelation. “We are in for a rare treat tonight, boys!”
“Very rare.” Pipped up Stanley, as he huffed pleased through his wide nostrils.
“Well would you look at that… A priest who didn’t fondle the altar boy?? You should thank us for the opportunity, Reverend.” Mantis chuckled darkly.
If looks could kill, he would be instantly dead with the hard eyes Leon directed his way.
“Don’t keep us waiting. Have at it, Father~”
Before he could bite back a reply, he felt Leo rub his left forearm to get his attention. Leon snapped his head back at the slider under him and leaned down.
Leo couldn’t meet his eyes, “It’s okay, Leon… just do what you have to. I’ll be alright.”
He really wouldn't. The reality is setting in of what he was gonna have to do to the teen now. What key experience he was about to take away from Leo. The monster he would have to become so the criminals watching can get their sick thrills.
He made his choice right then and there.
The clergyman neared his ear slit and whispered, “Leo listen… I’m not gonna do it.” He rubbed his exposed lower body roughly into Leo’s making him jump, “When I give you the cue, you make a run for it by the west exit. You run and don’t look back…”
The younger slider could feel his heart sink, as he realized what his dear friend and father figure was about to do…
He sensually grabbed the underside of Leo’s thigh and wrapped it around his waist, “Make sure to follow those hidden compound pathways I showed you, till you reach the center square. Don’t stop till you are in the presence of authorities.”
‘ Stop talking! ’
The priest started to pull himself up off of the teen, “I’ll hold them off. I’ll buy you time to escape. We only have one shot-” Leo lunged up and hopelessly hugged his neck.
“Please don’t! You’ll die-”
“Bud-”
Leo was quietly hiccupping now, “-I can’t lose y-you too! Just do what they say and they’ll leave.” Leon could feel tears now on his skin, “Please, don’t leave me alone!!”
Father Leon was so confident in his heroic decision to sacrifice himself to save Leo a few moments ago. He was positive it was what the prayer he sent to The Lord was telling him to do. He has lived his life, meanwhile Leo still has so much to live for. He would have no regrets joining the kingdom up in heaven, if it guarantees the younger slider survives.
Leo hugged him closer and weakly rubbed his groin into Father Leon’s. He held back a shameful groan.
He’s so young. So brave, smart, and selfless to a fault. He now believes the Holy Spirit is pulling him along another path. He’s only had Leo in his life for a short period of time, but now he’s not sure he can imagine his life without him. That must be how the teen feels too, about him.
Another voice is telling him to stay alive… To keep living and stay by Leo’s side.
Leon hugged him back just as tightly, “Okay, I won’t do anything rash.” He whispered back, “I’ll listen. You have my word.”
The world seemed to still as moments passed in the sweet embrace. Even on the cold hard ground and naked, neither one wanted to let go of the other.
“Hmm, I don’t see any fuckin’ going on…” Stated a cruel, far-off voice.
Leon finally let him go, “We’re getting to it!” He snapped back at them over his shoulder.
He eventually made his way down Leo’s body. His scales are so vibrant in color and his soft plastron, unmarred. When at long last, Leon was hovering over his dry slit, he could feel the growing nausea overcome him. His mind knew what he had to do, but his heart and body were pleading with him to stop… stop before he did something he would surely regret…
‘My Lord… Please, forgive me-’
He took in a shaky breath and shut his eyes. He then lightly caressed the outside of Leo’s thighs and leaned down even closer. A surge of energy overcame him, as he took the final plunge.
Leo released all the air trapped in his lungs at the feeling of his mentor’s mouth on his slit.
A thick warm tongue burrowed its way inside Leo’s inner walls. Hot puffs of air engulfed his timid sex with every swipe of his lingua. It wasn’t long before slick started to form and collect on his taste buds, allowing the elder to flavor the sweetness. He swallowed back a disgusting moan.
Meanwhile, Leo thought the feeling was… odd. Difficult for him to describe really. It didn’t hurt… and he wasn’t as repulsive as he initially expected. The teen couldn’t help but arch his back at the gentle tongue. He doesn’t have much in the way of experience to compare it to. But he has a gut feeling Father Leon somehow does.
‘How could you think that?? Father Leon was sworn to a vow of chastity when he joined the Priesthood! And the only reason he is breaking it is because of you!!’
Leo frowned.
He turned his face, as he didn’t want to gaze at the intruders on the left. When he glanced up at the destroyed altar, the eyes of his God looked back. No matter where he looked he was subjected to knowing stares and it terrified him. He covered his eyes and bit the inside of cheek to stop any sensual noises from escaping.
Soon, Leon cracked open an eye to see how Leo was holding up.
His whole body was stiff as a board. His left arm covering his eyes in the crook of the elbow, but that’s not what caught his attention. Leo’s right arm, hidden from view of the others, was shaking like a leaf. As if Leon didn’t already have a reason to burst into tears at the situation they were in, this was damn near close to doing him in.
The elder slider slowly reached for the younger one's clenched hand. He covered it with his warm left palm.
Leo moved his elbow slightly. He made eye contact with his mentor in between his thighs. His mouth never parted from his shamefully aroused sex. Lips and tongue continued to stimulate him, but he didn’t need them to communicate his words. The teen could tell from his intense gaze and downturned brow what his message was. The intertwining of Father Leon’s fingers into his own.
“I am here with you. I will keep you safe. I promise.”
“Ah~” Leo gasped. Whether from the words or a well placed lick against his walls, it didn’t matter. He squeezed Leon’s hand in understanding. The comfort it brought stopped his trembling arm altogether.
He was glad he wasn’t alone in this…
Time seemed to trickle by, as a new sensation started to build inside of Leo. The intensity was climbing and climbing with no end in sight. His body was seeking sweet release.
“Leon, I’m -”
The priest clenched his hand harder and sped up his actions on his weeping heat. He knew Leo was reaching his peak. He wrapped his metal arm around Leo’s thigh as he brought him in closer. Leo rested a free palm on father Leon’s head and ground his reluctant slit into his eager lips.
Without delay, Leo came. Leo came, hard!
He squeezed Leon’s head in between his thighs at the sudden onset. The teen trembled in the pleasurable aftershocks of his orgasm. The waves trailed down his upper body all the way down to his toes.
Leon pulled himself away, as the young slider caught his breath. He sat up on his knees and got a good look of Leo’s blissed out expression and dripping slit. He could feel a stir form from within his own lower body at the display.
“Huh? Why didn’t his cock pop out that time??” Stanley yelled.
Right, the captors are still watching…
“Turtles don’t always drop during intercourse…” Father Leon felt the need to educate, as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He’s certain the fear and humiliation Leo is being subjected to wasn’t helping any either.
Mantis tapped the tip of his gun to his boots, “They don’t? Well, we're gonna have to make it come out, then.”
He didn’t like the sound of that.
“Scoop up the runt into your lap, facing us.” Leon reluctantly did as he was told. He backed up enough that the back of his shell was resting against the altar.
“Good. Now be generous and spread him open, nice and wide…” While he was still in a trance, the elder made sure to hook the younger slider’s legs over his own. The guilt arose as he slowly opened his knees wide apart exposing Leo’s pink, drenched slit for all to see.
“Next, be sure to get that pretty cock out with your fingers~”
Leon never wanted the floor to swallow him up whole more in his life.
He wouldn't dare look over Leo’s shoulder at what he was about to do. The war vet used his metal hand to spread open the teen’s wet slit. Then, he used his organic hand to trace his fingers teasingly around the blushing folds. Leo was soon coming down from his high, as Leon used a thumb to press against the hidden bundle of nerves.
The younger slider grabbed his forearm, as a finger gently prodded at his opening.
“Leon, w-wait-”
“ -I’m sorry. ”
An invasive finger caused Leo to scream.
The teen practically jolted up from his lap, but Leon held him firm. He gave Leo no time to adjust as he began to pump his finger, in and out of him in a steady rhythm. Leo could only clench and hiss through his teeth as he endured the grueling sting.
“Another finger, Reverend.”
He did as instructed.
Leon’s finger’s were so much bigger than his own. He could feel every tug, pull, and caress deep inside himself. They were brutal in their tempo. And rough with their exploration. The burning stretch was felt all over, as the priest spread his fingers wide to make room. Room for what's to come.
Leon could now feel the tip of Leo’s sheathed cock and just how swollen with blood it is. It’s only a matter of time before the teen fully drops.
Leon groaned in frustration.
Try as he might to resist, the growing feeling of his own sealed member was becoming too much to ignore. The soft sounds of Leo in his lap and the slick feeling of his folds on his fingers, was doing things to him he wished wouldn’t. He was really hoping he could will the damn thing away. That his many years of devoted celibacy would be in his favor…
He was wrong. So utterly and completely wrong!
At long last, Leo dropped unceremoniously with a loud whimper. Leon did too not a second after. The elder was panting heavily against Leo’s head, while he did so similarly in his lap.
The captors took their time to take in the breathtaking sight.
Mantis rubbed a subtle hand across the tent in his pants, “Alright, alright enough foreplay!! Go on and fuck up into him already.”
Leon wanted to gravely shoot that damn gun through his yellow teeth.
“Finally, some real action! Was starting to get rather bored.” Swaggart remarked, with Stanley shaking his head in agreement.
Mantis narrowed his eyes, “Final stretch now, Father. Be sure to make the show a good one, or else…”
Leon formed his mouth into a thin line. His thoughts were swirling as he readjusted Leo in his lap. His stomach churned, he would have to make more of a spectacle of Leo’s suffering. His blood started to boil as he thought up ways to make this rape, more visually appealing.
He hesitantly rubbed his dark red cock against Leo’s protruding muscle.
“Big Blue, please …” Leo pleaded.
Leon didn’t answer. He couldn’t. Not unless he wanted to back out at the last second and mess everything up! They were almost free…
He pushed himself past the initial resistance into Leo. He could feel his own eyes water at the screech he covered up with his metal hand. The war vet loathed the sensation of tears he could feel on it, and was angry that it was a feature his robotic arm allowed him.
He secured his other hand around the teen's waist. Leon’s cock then sank another inch deeper. Leo’s desperate protests to have his mentor stop and pull out were ignored. He was almost to the hilt, and there were no signs of slowing down. The teen then flailed his arms and legs in whichever direction it would allow to escape the pain.
It accomplished nothing.
Father Leon soon bottomed out inside of Leo. His huge dick barely fit within the tight warm walls of the younger slider. Leo was trembling in his arms, but remained stationary. He gave him a tender moment to adjust this time, the only relief he would get.
“-Now let him have it!!”
‘It hurts… it hurts, so bad!’ Leo thought with a wince.
Do people really feel this way all the time during sex? How can anyone stand it! Much less crave it and partake in it constantly?!? Leo was having a miserable time all around and he can’t wait for his torture to finish!!
Leon, on the other hand, was having a slightly different experience. The ribs on Leon’s cock glided along Leo’s walls pleasurably. The teen’s guts was making room for his massive size with each hard roll of his hips.
He hates how good it feels. How much he wanted to continue to thrust in, without remorse. To seek out the disgusting pleasure and selfish climax… and make Leo entirely his!
Unfortunately, Leo’s tears and cries were repeatedly driving a chisel into his fragile heart.
“My boy, please…. I know it hurts-” Leon helplessly wiped his forehead against the nape of Leo’s neck. His desperate whispers intertwined with his heavy breathing, “But I can’t protect you-hng!” He clenched tightly to the teen’s hip with a reluctant groan, “If all your sounds remain pained.”
He pulled him closer against his shell, “We are as good as dead if we don’t look like we like this…”
He couldn’t let that happen. He couldn’t lose Leo. Not like this.
Leo whimpered, “I-I can’t-”
“Yes you can! I know you can!” He declared wholeheartedly.
“I’ll talk you through it. Do exactly as I say, and we survive.” He huffed out between clenched teeth. He said that without an ounce of doubt.
And Leo believed him.
He nodded his head in agreement. And then hissed out a wail.
“Please, Bud… try l-lighter tones.” his low gruff voice said.
“Breath in through your nose. Roll that air tight into a ball at the base of your stomach.” His large warm hand pressed against his abdomen. Leo’s breathing hitched, he could feel heat pool under his mentor’s palm on his lower plastron.
“Lay your head against mine. That’s it!”
Leo titled his head further back and gazed intently at him with half lidded eyes.
“Arch your back high. Lift your hips away from my own. Then back down.”
The elder then let the younger slider take the lead. Leo took a moment to set his own pace on Leon’s hard cock. The feeling was much smoother, almost bearable.
“Good. Now, when you lower again let out a nice, long~”
The loudest, sluttiest moan escaped Leo’s wide trembling lips.
The sound encompassed the whole room. The onlookers were fully entranced now, weapons practically discarded. Leon could feel his cock twitch from within Leo. “Good boy… keep that up and we both walk away from this intact.”
Leo continued to meet his mentor’s rough thrusts, beat for beat. His breathy, whorish moans were truly Oscar worthy. Father Leon was proud of him all the same.
“Next, scan your eyes in their direction, but don’t make eye contact.”
Leo wiped a sexy hand down his own neck and plastron, and did as directed.
“Look in between them with purpose. Look at them with desire-”
Leo was giving a whole lot of nothing ‘bedroom eyes’.
“-Give off the aura that they can look all they want to, but they can never have you… because you are all mine.” Leon clamped down on Leo’s plush hips.
Leo felt a small pang penetrate his lustful core.
Oh he was going to hell for sure!
Just a couple of minutes ago he was begging Leon to stop from the pain. Now, it’s starting to wean and he is feeling something else entirely breach the surface. The guilt came back with a cruel sense of humor.
How could he possibly be feeling pleasure from this? How could he actually start to feel good? From being so exposed. So pried open for all and God to see? Having Leon order him to give the illusion of exhibitionistic bliss. Pretend to yearn for more. And now actually be hot and bothered by it??
Yep, his soul was definitely doomed.
Minutes seemed to drag on for hours, and sweat was making their bodies shine in the candle lit room. Neither slider broke the facade as they grew more and more lost in each other. No more doubts, no more worries. It was just them and the forthcoming climax.
Leon couldn’t hold it back anymore, “Kid, I’m gonna-”
“Mhh, yess!! Please do it inside me, Father Leon~”
Leon fucking lost it.
He grabbed Leo even tighter against him and thrusted up rapidly in succession. He buried his cock as deep as it could go, and released ropes and ropes of hot cum far within Leo. The excess pushed his pulsating member out of his heat, as it poured out of the young slider in droves.
All of a sudden, the front wooden church doors swung open with a panicked Hypno yelling, “A caravan of travelers are on their way up the hill! We gotta go now!!”
An orchestra of curses and the sounds of collected bags were being heaved off towards the exit. The sliders could see them all scrambling for the door, one after the other. Mantis was the only one to look back at them.
He smirked knowingly.
“Well, that was some show you two did back there… made me feel something real.” He winked at them.
“This is where we part ways. And remember… this stays our little secret.” He placed a thin appendage to his lips, before vanishing without a trace.
It wasn’t until the door was sealed shut Leon fell over into a tired heap on the ground with Leo in his arms. The teen had passed out before they hit the floor. Leon couldn’t wake him up if he tried. He simply curled up into a fetal position and pulled him close.
It was now here alone in the Sanctuary, the candle wicks burnt to the end, Leon let the tears flow freely down his face. He cried and cried till all of heaven could hear! He did so while holding onto Leo in agonizing remorse and full of uncertainty of what the future lies in store for them both.