7:03 pm. Mass is over.
The dark is settling. The light coming from the small local church and it's misty windows casts shadows over the morose people flocking out, their heads bowed down. Like cattle, although aware their road ends in slaughter.
The priests sermon must have been heavy today.
Yuuji waits patiently for everyone to leave. He's shivering, be it from the cold of the night or his upcoming talk to Father. His father. It's better if no one sees him. He's not known for being the priest’s bastard son and it should stay that way. That's what Father always says. It's one of their many, well-kept secrets.
It's darker inside, once he enters. Daunting. Father must have turned the lights off. The various, half-melted candles around the altar faintly illuminate him. He's turned with his back to Yuuji, silently praying to the corroding crucifix. The church door is heavy and old. Sukuna hears him enter.
Yuuji signs the cross, “Angel of God...“ he whispers to himself. “...and save me from all evil.“
He waits in silence. Father is not to be interrupted during prayer. Sukuna doesn't turn around before he says, “I've summoned you here today to talk about your confession.“
Yuuji thinks it over. He's been honest. There was nothing to confess. No secret late night jerk off sessions. Last time Sukuna found out didn't end well. Not a single missed mass ever since Sukuna got a hold of him. Started twisting and moulding him into a religious zealot. Model church boy. The locals worship Sukuna. Commend him for his devotion to God. His willingness to take in an orphan whose mother tragically died. Father unknown. It's natural that they're close. Sukuna raised him like his own, they say, not understanding the irony. At a loss of a reasoning for this off-kilter meeting, Yuuji continues his silence.
“You have not confessed to a grave sin today.“ Sukuna states as he turns around to face him.
Yuuji shakes his head, “I have nothing to confess, Father. I've been good. I've done what you told me to. Like I always do.“
“Do not lie to me, Yuuji,” he says, expression as inscrutable as always. Never giving anything away. Always co*cksure.
“I-I have nothing to confess to.“ Yuuji repeats timidly, although he is telling the truth. Sukuna glares at him from the altar. He looms over in the dim space. There's a warm, inviting luminosity around him, but the red glow of his eyes is perilous. A roaring lion, seeking to devour.
Yuuji stands at the end of the passage, but the church is a small one. He walks over. He toes the first creaking step when Sukuna places a hand on his shoulder, walks behind him and pushes him down with more force than necessary. Yuuji’s knees hit the hardwood. He winces.
“You think I don't know what you do when you go over to that Fushiguro boy’s home,“ Sukuna says, “I know. Do you know that sinners such as yourself will not inherit the kingdom of God?“ he asks.
“He has not touched me, Father, God be my witness. I would never let him,“ he swears with a trembling voice. A single tear breaks the barrier. Sukuna looks up and scoffs. Unconvinced. He crouches down and runs a hand down Yuuji’s back, feeling him shiver under the soft touch. He soothes it back up before grabbing the back of his head, much less gentle this time, and slams it into one of the steps. The cracking of the wood, and possibly his skull, is concealed by Yuuji’s deafening shriek. It echoes through the empty space, up the vaulted ceiling. Two hot, red streams gush from his nose almost immediately. His head spins while Sukuna still holds it, then snaps it back up by his hair.
“I told you not to lie to me,” he hisses like a snake.
“I-“ Yuuji chokes on his words and breathes in through his mouth, “I-I didn't! Please, daddy-“
“Shut up.“ Sukuna imitates his action and takes a deep breath. He draws closer, closer until his lips are almost touching Yuuji's burning ear and exhales. The hot breath sends another tremor down Yuuji’s spine. “Pray.“ Sukuna whispers into it.
Fuzzy from the pain, it takes him a second to comprehend the order. He places both palms flat on the steps and drops his throbbing head. A silver cross dangles from his neck. It swings back and forth like it’s indicating danger. The blood drips down and leaves dark spots on the wood. “Father, hallowed be thy name...“ he slurs his prayer through tears, begs for forgiveness. For what, he does not know. Sukuna is crouched beside him, leniently stroking his fingers through his coiffed undercut.
He strokes and pets him while Yuuji prays on all fours. Like a trained dog.
His hand slides down again, down and down, to the base of his spine where rubs a few circles. He keeps going down further then. Hooks his fingers inside his pants and pulls them down swiftly.
“Father!“ Yuuji interrupts his prayer as the cold air hits his bare bottom.
“Keep praying.“ Sukuna breathes, “I need to make sure you're not lying to me.“
Yuuji lets out a muffeled sob and obeys. Sukuna gets behind him and with both hands, starts kneading Yuuji’s exposed cheeks. He spreads them and inspects the boy’s quivering hole.
“Who knew my son was a fa*ggot? Getting this aroused by the touch of another man, the touch of his own father no less?“ Sukuna proclaims with disgust.
Yuujis co*ck twitches. He feels hot everywhere. He gags. He is getting excited by his father touching him and it's making him nauseous. And terrified. He feels something wet graze his hole. Sukuna rubs the spit around it, massages it as Yuuji’s whimpers get louder. When he pushes the first knuckle in, Yuuji chokes again on the blood and vomit in his throat. Sukuna keeps pushing in steadily, deeper and deeper until it's all the way in. Stretches the hole out before spitting on it again and mercilessly pushing a second thick finger in. Yuuji claws the wood with his dull nails, hard enough for the splinters to prick through his skin. He sputters and coughs up bloody spew. The fingers inside him hurt, they move back and forth and create a burning friction. Yuuji begs and begs. For forgiveness, then mercy. All his blood is either spilling out of him or rushing to his co*ck. It's making him lightheaded. Sukuna scissors his fingers, pokes and probes around, looking for Yuujis prostate. Yuuji doesn't know that. Doesn't know that one touch will make him spill right away.
“Stop, Father, please! I beg you. It hurts,” he sobs, each word quieter than the previous.
“Pray.“ Sukuna repeats, “This is your penance Yuuji.“
He thinks he's screaming, but he's not. It's just the ringing in his ears. Everything is wrong now. He's in the fiery lake of burning sulfur. This is his second death. When Sukuna finally grazes his prostate, he clenches and squeezes his whole body, moans despite his best efforts. His stomach unclenches and he feels some tension slowly wafting out of him. Sukuna pulls out his fingers. Yuuji finally dares to open his eyes and look between his legs. His co*ck is still hard, still leaking piss that's pooling all around him. The humiliation sets in. He's been debauched in the house of God, by the same hands that baptized him.
“May your sins be forgiven,” is all Father says to him.
