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Author’s Notes: Heyas! This isn’t really the author of this story; it’s the friend who was nice enough to put it up for her! READ THIS STORY. It’s damn hot, and...well, it’s damn hot.
Warning: DOES contain mention of HOMOSEXUAL sex, and a little hint at the end -wink-
Disclaimer...wait, isn’t it claimer? : All characters are copyright of ayasiragi. Please don’t steal her stuff, or I’ll have hell to deal with...
The Greatest Sin
Alex struggled against the restraints binding his arms. The cold stone of the Ritual Chamber hurt to lie on after so long. He had no idea what was going on. Suddenly his insane parents had dragged him out of bed at the crack of dawn and to their church -- if you could call it that. When he was around nine or ten, his parents had joined some crazy new religion. Being a good boy, he simply went along with his parent's strange new ideas, dealing with all the changes in his life. For some reason, the stopped eating lamb, for it somehow represented closeness to God, certain things were no longer allowed, such as leaving the house between the hours of Four P.M. and Seven, because it was required to pray for the set minimum of three hours. It was hard to adjust to and he missed the time he could've spent playing with his friends. He could still clearly remember the first time he tried to go out during prayer time -- his father had beaten him black and blue. Now, he was lying in the Church's underground Ritual Chamber, bound to four pikes on the floor, face flat.
The large, wooden double-doors opened slowly and he turned to see who was there, blinking at the sunlight. The High Priests filed into the room, followed by the 'Holy Father', and his own parents.
"Mom, Dad!" he cried, "Get me out of here! I want to go home!"
"Quiet, Phasiaeus, all will be well, my child," the Holy Father answered.
"My name isn't fucking 'Phasiaeus'! It's Alex! Get that: Alex!"
The Holy Father turned to his parents, "He has not accepted his God-given name?"
"Forgive us, Holy Father. He is stubborn. We were foolish to ignore it at first. We thought having him going through Daily Prayer would be enough," his father answered.
"Dad, you gave me this name! Don't apologize to him! I'm your son, believe me, not him!"
"Hush, hurtful child!" his father snapped.
"Calm yourself, my child," the Holy Father commanded, "He has gone through Purification here for the past 24 hours, we will be able to fully Purify him with God's Mark."
"Thank you, Holy Father," his mother sobbed, "thank you so much."
"Mom! How can you do this to me? Purification? You tied me down and left me in a cold room! I'm your son, don't you love me?"
"She is doing this because she loves you, Phasiaeus," the Holy Father answered; his mother nodded behind him.
"Holy Father, this is taking a large toll on my wife, could we finish the Ceremony?"
"Of course. High Priests, finish preparations."
They nodded, hurrying around the room and setting up candles, incense, and a few gathering in a small group to sing a dark hymn in a strange language. Alex pulled against the restraints again, now begging his parents to help him. His mother stared at him for a few moments before turning away to sob. His father glared at him, going over to comfort his wife, turning his back on his son.
Finally, the Holy Father approached him, "Child of God, you have committed the ultimate sin. In retribution, we shall chastise your body in God's almighty place. After you've gone through the Ceremony, your soul will be cleansed and God will once again accept you."
Alex pulled against the ropes binding him weakly, "What sin have I committed so horrible that you'd all do this to me?"
His father turned back to look at him, "You know perfectly well! We know of what you've done with that unholy boy! You betrayed God's command and you need to be purified!"
"I didn't do anything with him! You have no proof! I never did anything with Koichi!"
"Stop lying! Tell the truth and God will forgive you sooner!" his mother cried. "You have sinned, accept Retribution!"
"I've done nothing! How can you blame your own son when you have nothing to prove it?!"
"Matheia, see if his sanctum has broken," the Holy Father calmly commanded.
A cloaked High Priest stepped forward and kneeled behind Alex, forcing him up, onto his knees. His mother and father looked away as the priest pulled their son's pants and boxers to his knees. Alex wiggled to get away but another man came and held him in place. Matheia spread his legs apart, revealing him completely. Alex cried out in pain as a finger was thrust into him, moving around roughly before pulling out.
"It’s been broken, Holy Father, "Matheia reported curtly before tugging Alex's boxers and pants back into place.
"That is your proof, Phasiaeus. Your Inner Sanctum has been broken; you are no longer a virgin."
"To copulate is a sin?"
"Only if it is with a member of the same sex. Phasiaeus, after your retribution, you shall be cleansed again. After which, your actions will be monitored to ensure holiness. Attendance to school will be stopped temporarily and you will be escorted by your parents to our church, daily, for tutoring. High Priests, is everything prepared?"
"Yes, Holy Father."
"We shall begin, then."
The High Priest who were singing began a new, darker, and much more frightening chant. A steaming bucket of coal was carried nearby; close enough that Alex could see the brander through the steam. He screamed, thrashing wildly against the bonds. Some High Priests moved around him, holding him down. The Holy Father took hold of the branding rod, steadying it over Alex's right shoulder.
"This is God's will, Phasiaeus. With this pain, you shall be forgiven."
The Holy Father lowered the branding rod, holding it firmly against his bare shoulder. Alex fought back as hard as he could, but still, the Priests held tight. He screamed his pain, amazed he hadn't died yet. Slowly, his consciousness faded, visions of Koichi's warm lips against his skin, the sculpted chest rising and falling, the heat their bodies had made together, the happiness they had in that short amount of time together. His eyes rolled back into his head and he passed out from the pain, his body twitching fiercely in his sleep.
When he awoke, he was in his room, back at home. It was almost dark outside and he realized he had slept through Prayer. He couldn't fathom why his father hadn't dragged him out of bed already and beat him for disgracing God. He remembered when he tried to move, though. The pain that shot through his back was horrible and it took him over a half hour to even manage to stand. He carefully removed his shirt, turning around and looking back into the mirror to see a bandage taped over his brand mark.
He shuddered.
He remembered something else, though -- what the Holy Father had said; he was going to be watched. Going out the front door was out of the question completely.
He looked out the window, figuring his chances if decided to jump to the nearby tree. It just might work. Alex opened the window and climbed out onto the sill, taking a deep breath and then jumped. He barely caught the branch and he scrambled onto it, shimmying down the tree's trunk. He didn’t know where to go; he didn’t know anywhere he could go. But one thing was certain; he needed to be anywhere but home.
His first place the thought was Koichi’s house. He knew his secret boyfriend would hide him from his parents; even Koichi's parents would help him if they saw what happened. Immediately the thought was tossed aside. Koichi would be angry if he saw what happened, and, besides, he was moving back to Japan. Alex remembered how much he had cried when his beautiful, American-Japanese lover had told him the news. Koichi had laughed at him, like he always did, and told him they would still keep in touch -- crying was unnecessary. Still, Alex sobbed at even the thought of Koichi being away from him. He was fed up with everything that was going on in his life. His parents had finally gone off the deep end and now his only escape was leaving him. It was too much.
Alex choked on a sob and ran until he found an empty alleyway, sitting down on an overturned box. He pulled out the switch knife Koichi had once given him. 'For protection. I don't like the neighborhood you live in.' Koichi was always complaining about the neighborhood he lived in, and Alex had to admit that it was pretty run-down. He opened the knife with a click and held it against his wrist, ready to press down and slide it across.
A hand grabbed his wrist and pulled the knife from his hand, "What a bad boy, you are. I gave this to you to protect you, not cause harm."
"Koichi!"
"Hi, Hun," smiled the dark haired boy crouching in front of him. "Come on and stand up so I can hug you properly."
He closed the knife and slipped it into his jacket pocket, pulling Alex up and hugging him close. Alex let out a gasp of pain and Koichi immediately let go, "What is it?"
"N-Nothing," Alex stammered.
"No, there's something wrong. Tell me."
"Not out here."
"Okay, at my place, but you're telling me why you were gonna cut yourself on the way there."
"I thought you were moving to Japan, though."
"I still am, the flight's been delayed until tomorrow. I came to ask you to hang out one last time before I left when I saw you running and I followed you."
"Well, my parents found out, Ko. Have yours?"
"Yeah."
"Err...then, are you sure it’s okay for me to go to your place?"
"They're cool with it. They said I should've waited until we were older, but, other than that, things are cool."
"You're lucky...my parents freaked out. You see, it’s against their crazy religion and they totally freaked out. Yesterday, they dragged me out of bed really early and brought me to the Church. The Priests all chained me to the floor and left me. Then, today, the came back and said I went through Purification and that I needed to 'chastise my body under God's name' or something like that. Then... look! The bus!"
Alex ran to the bus stop ahead of Koichi, reaching it before the bus arrived. Koichi ran up behind him, grabbing his arm.
"What did they do to you?"
Alex pulled away and boarded the bus, leaving Koichi to pay the fare. He sat down in the middle of the bus, where people surrounded him safely. Koichi sat next to him, once again demanding to know.
"Don't make a scene, Koichi. Just forget it."
"No," he hissed in return, "I'm not going to drop it. You're telling me once we get off the bus."
Alex looked out the window, resting his head against the pane as the bus brought them countless blocks away from Koichi's house. He would have to get out of the bus quick and run the blocks. Hopefully, Koichi wouldn't do anything in front of his parents.
The bus stopped and people began slowly filing out. Alex leapt over the back of the chair and pushed past the people out the door, Koichi shouting after him. He ran as fast as he could down the familiar streets. Turning a corner, he saw Koichi running not far behind. He quickened his pace and stumbled into Koichi's house.
"OH! Alex! I'm glad Koichi got a hold of you before we left," Koichi's kind mother said when she came to see who was at the door.
"I'm so sorry for barging in like this. I'm racing Koichi."
She laughed, "It's perfectly fine, Sweetie! Come into the living room and have some tea, I just made some cookies."
Alex smiled and followed her into the living room. He loved eating at Koichi's house. His mother's Japanese cooking was the greatest and his father's food wasn't half bad either. Mrs. Jacobs had raven-black hair down to her waist, a trait Koichi had inherited, and always had a smile on her face. Alex often found himself wishing that Mrs. Jacobs was his own mother.
Koichi suddenly burst into the room, storming over to Alex, "I can't believe you did that!" he shouted.
"Calm down, Ko-Ko," his father scolded as he joined Alex on the couch for a snack. "You shouldn't be fighting today. Sit down and have some tea."
Koichi scowled, "Not until he tells me what they did! Alex, you said you would tell me when we got to my house, well, we're here! Tell me!"
"Koichi!" his father scolded again.
Koichi ignored his father, jumping to tackle Alex to the floor. He pinned him down and began pulling his shirt off.
"Koichi! Enough!" His mother shouted when she came back carrying a tray of cookies and tea. "We told you we were okay with it, but this is too much! Get off of him."
"Mom, they did something to him!"
"What?" asked his mother and father.
"No!" screamed Alex.
Koichi had his shirt of already, though, and was examining the bandage.
"See? I just got hurt. I'm fine."
Still, Koichi went on. He pulled the medical tape off and peeled the bandage away, revealing a branding of intricate design. The Jacobs family gasped and Alex sobbed under Koichi.
"I didn't want you to see!"
Mrs. Jacobs ran to get the medical kit, ready to redress the wound. Mr. Jacobs pushed his son off of Alex and pulled the boy up, "Tell me what went on, Alex."
Alex shook his head, too embarrassed to say anything. Koichi sat down on the couch and pulled Alex onto his lap, letting him bury his head in his neck and cry, all the while explaining what Alex had already told him to his father.
"That's inhumane! We have to call the police."
"Please don't, Mr. Jacobs. They're still my parents..."
Koichi squeezed Alex closer to him, giving his father a pleading look, "Dad..."
"I agree with Koichi!" Mrs. Jacobs exclaimed. "We can't leave dear Alex in their care!"
Mr. Jacobs nodded, "What're we to do?"
"Bring him with us," Koichi demanded. "He said he wanted to go before. Please, isn't there any way we can?"
Mr. and Mrs. Jacobs thought for a while, leaving their son in the living room while they discussed things in the kitchen. Finally, they returned.
"Alex, we want you to go with us. We'll call the airport and reserve another seat, you and Koichi are the same size, we can buy you clothes when we get to Japan. They only thing is: do you want to go with us?"
"Yes," Alex said, "I want to go with you. They may be my parents, but I really want nothing to do with them."
"Alright, Alex. We'll fix everything. Don't worry about it. Why don't you go and rest?"
"Yes, Mr. Jacobs."
Alex slid out of Koichi's lap, following his lover up to his room. Koichi laid him back on the bed, lying on top of him. He kissed Alex's exposed neck softly, blowing on the wet spots he left behind. Alex gasped, reaching up to wrap his arms around Koichi's neck.
"Koichi..."
"Yeah?"
"I love you. I love you so much. I don't care if what we have is considered a sin to some. I'll commit any sin to be with you.
Koichi smiled, "I'm proud to be," he flicked his tongue over Alex's now-exposed nipple, "your greatest sin.”
-end.
Oh yeah! Stay tuned for Lynn’s other story (coming soon), Master and Pet! You can pretty much already guess what it’s about...
