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In the Sanctivano, soft whispers ran along the corridors, lingering in the dimly lit hallways where the walls could talk and doors could hear. Whispers floated like ghosts, curling around corners that were shrouded in darkness. Even the windows seemed to throb with secrets, with oil lamps towering above them, watching and listening with great attention.
"One of the Cardinals has a lover..." the walls confessed, their voices etching through the shadows.
And the doors quivered a little with the words, as if nodding in agreement, confirming the truth.
They knew, as did all things within these sacrosanct halls, that the walls never lied.
In the silence, where lifeless souls screamed truth, a strict man with dark green hair and teal eyes with eye-bags worked in silence, completing his paper work with due diligence and precision.
He was still as an ice statue: the cardinal had pale skin in contrast with his stark-black clerical clothing, and a well-statured frame. There was movement on the part of the papers without lifting the gaze to have the wooden creak that means the unwelcome interruption at this time proved just too disinteresting for Itoushi to keep his disinterest from bleeding.
"What is it? I’m busy. Speak quickly." he commanded, his tone icy and detached.
He didn’t need for the other to announce his presence, Rin already knew who it was by the clicking sound of his heels on the floor.
It was a deceptively simple plan, Yoichi had thought from the beginning.
Pretend to be an ally, earn the Cardinal's trust, and then kill him for the honor of your Father.
Why? Yoichi had been sent to assassinate the Cardinal of a rival faction, rival of his own family, which opposed the other faction's growing power and influence within the Church.
In their minds, he, like any pawn of his own family, was over-ambitious and the dangerous force who threatened the fragile balance of command they wanted to maintain. Aggressive reforms marked him as a target, as the threat of the order which the Blue Rose had grown over the years nurtured against the Crimson Seal. To Yoichi, this mission was not political; it was personal. And his actions had brought his family's influence to ruins.
Killing the Cardinal would be a favor to the church as much as an act of vengeance.
But with every considered move, every weigh of actions and consequences, the weight of the betrayal sat upon his heart like a heavy anchor. Theoretically, it was simple. In reality… not so much.
Gain his trust? Succeeded.
Befriend him? Well, that was done.
Kill him? Somewhere along the line, Yoichi had accidentally inserted another step into the plan:
Fall in love with the enemy.
"The papers you requested have arrived, Your Holiness." Yoichi said smoothly, his voice oozing with politeness, ever the picture of elegance, as he stepped forward and presented the letter bag heavy with documents, his composure betraying nothing of the storm within.
The cardinal took the document bag from Yoichi’s outstretched hand, his long fingers brushing briefly against the smooth fabric of Yoichi’s glove. A faint shiver prickled down his spine at the fleeting touch, but he quickly buried the sensation, redirecting his attention to the bag’s contents.
“Excellent work.” Rin said, his voice as cold and even as ever, offering no hint of emotion. “Your diligence has been noted.”
He opened the bag with practiced precision, pulled out the documents, and scanned them with sharp, calculating eyes. His brow furrowed slightly as he took in the information, each page revealing more pieces of the tangled web they faced.
After a long moment, Rin lifted his gaze, his piercing teal eyes locking onto Yoichi's vivid blue ones.
"These documents," he began, his tone carrying the faintest edge of approval, "hold great insight into the schemes of our enemies within the Church. With this, we may finally be able to root out the corruption threatening the very foundations of everything we stand for."
We? Yoichi thought, a flicker of sarcasm dancing through his mind. How much lust for power could one man harbor? The thought gnawed at Yoichi, a bitter taste in his mouth, mixed with awe and contempt. Of course, he wouldn't dare utter such thoughts aloud. Instead, he nodded politely, his voice even as his mind shrieked to grab that pointed letter opener near him and slam its edge into the man's jugular.
“I’m… pleased to hear that, Your Holiness. If you’ll excuse me, there are new recruits for your cause who require training.”
It wasn’t entirely untrue.
A lie was the part that suggested Cardinal Rin's ambitions stopped at power. His desires reached far beyond that, to a certain secretary who had an air of elegance about himself, and whose heels made his head spin every time he walked. Their… recent encounters had been more than enough proof of that.
However, it didn't escape Rin's notice that Yoichi underlined the 'yours', but he decided it was better to deal with it later, away from prying eyes and ears.
He nodded shortly and returned his attention to the documents in his hands. "The key to all our success begins with recruitment and training. Arrange that personally, Yoichi. The loyalty of all those with our cause shall be put through its test.”
His eyes held onto Yoichi just a beat too long, and the silence between them was sharp with unspoken tension. Then, without another word, Rin rose from his chair, stacking the papers into a precise pile before turning away.
"I have other matters to attend to. Do not delay in delivering the results of your work."
He walked toward the door, his gait smooth and purposeful. His hand closed over the handle, but he hesitated, turning back to peer over his shoulder. In the poor light, turquoise eyes shone like jewels, with a shadow of something indistinguishable quivering in their depth.
And Yoichi offered only a sharp nod, his face a mask as the Cardinal strode away. Alone, he moved to the desk, bending slightly as he began gathering scattered books and tidying the workspace with practiced precision.
Simple, they said. Simple my ass. Yoichi thought in bitter fume, oblivious to how closely Rin had been eyeing said ass before finally disappearing through the door.
As he laid the last of the papers, something glinting beneath them caught his sight— a key in gold. Yoichi froze, his eyes recognizing it all at once.
There it was: the key to the Cardinal's private quarters.
This was not the first time this key had been left for him, an unsaid invitation enveloped in undeniable intention. He knew only too well what His Holiness sought when he had left it there— the release of frustrations in a manner that utterly denied the vows he took and yet somehow seemed ordained by God Himself.
As the darkness of night deepened, Rin paced the length of his chambers, his mind weighed down by the endless weight of his responsibilities. The ever-present threat of betrayal gnawed at the edges of his mind. The fire crackled in the hearth, its light dancing across the walls in liquid shadows, yet the heat little thawed the cold that clutched at him from inside.
A knock broke the heavy silence. He stopped in mid-stride, calling out curtly: "Enter."
The door opened, and there in the threshold was Yoichi. The quiet confidence in the man's stance was enough to send a subtle jolt through Rin's chest. His teal eyes drank in the sight even as he fought to steady the sudden quickening of his pulse. The familiar, maddening spark of desire flared to life, its intensity impossible to ignore.
“You’re late.” he said, his voice clipped, though it betrayed a faint huskiness. His hand motioned toward the door, a silent command. Yoichi obeyed, stepping in and closing it behind him with a soft, deliberate click that seemed to echo in the charged air between them.
“Forgive me, Your Holiness. There were. matters urgent, requiring my attention previous to my unwanted arrival." Yoichi said softly, his voice smooth yet slightly teasing.
He kicked his heels off with practiced ease and changed into the well-worn slippers that were always kept near the entrance of Rin’s quarters, left there for just such an occasion. This small gesture of slipping into the comfort of the slippers was calming to the tension in his shoulders, and Rin leaned in, as if it were a balm over frayed nerves.
Finally, a moment to relax.
He approached the cardinal with measured slowness, closing the space between them just so— respectful, yet unmistakably intimate. His keen blue eyes studied the young Cardinal's restless frame, the taut coiling in his posturing, before he finally broke the silence.
"Why so tense, Rin?" he asked, low, intimate, daringly familiar.
The moment his name fell from Yoichi’s lips, the carefully constructed walls between them crumbled. All pretense dissolved in an instant. Here, in the quiet of the Cardinal’s chambers, they could finally exist without masks, without fear of watchful eyes or listening ears.
They were alone.
They could simply be.
At Yoichi’s gentle question, Rin seemed to deflate, the tension draining from his body as though it had been holding him together. He turned fully toward the other man, his hypnotic eyes sweeping over Yoichi’s relaxed form with a longing so raw it bordered on desperation.
“Tension is my constant companion these days…” he whispered, the words low and hoarse, as if the admission itself weighed him down further. “The burden of leading the Church… it consumes me. But perhaps…”
He took one step closer until the space between them dwindled to just a breath “…perhaps there are ways to find solace amidst the chaos.”
His hand rose, fingers brushing lightly against Yoichi’s cheek in a touch that was both tentative and tender. The quiet intimacy of the gesture seemed to fill the room, and as Rin leaned closer, their breath mingling, he whispered gently:
“I’ve missed you, Yoichi.” The words laced with vulnerability and a desire he could no longer hide.
And Yoichi’s heart skipped a beat, his breath catching as the space between them closed. Every inch closer to Rin made his pulse race, his chest tightening with an intensity that almost felt suffocating. The proximity was overwhelming— he felt exposed, vulnerable, but not in the way he had when his father’s anger bore down on him, or when his mother’s disapproving glares had threatened to crush him.
No, it was different, not some vulnerability to their judgment, but a vulnerability to feeling everything with a man he should want to kill, a man he knew he could never raise his hand against.
With the warm breath stirred on his ears, Yoichi slanted the slight inclination in order to hear more properly; a thread of shivers traced its fine cool edges across his flesh with the sudden proximity. In turn, Yoichi met this restlessness-the restless black depth in these eyes-with unyielding and insistent shades of blue beneath their surface; emotions raged.
"I…" Yoichi murmured. "I did not stop thinking of you, after you were gone.”
His hand moved with slow deliberation onto his cheek, as if instinctively to reflect the Cardinal's tender touch. But looking up into Rin's eyes, the mischief in the flicker of his expression was almost conveyed.
"But I must say, you've left me quite disappointed, Cardinal…" Yoichi teased, the teasing edge to his voice masking only a little the deep yearning underneath.
A wry smile curved Rin’s lips at Yoichi’s teasing remark, the playful spark in his eyes deepening. His thumb traced the delicate line of Yoichi’s jaw with slow, deliberate strokes as he leaned in slightly, his voice low and laced with curiosity.
“Disappointed, are you? For what, pray tell?”
He was teasing him with almost predatory grace as Rin's free hand slid to rest on his hip, pulling him in closer. In such sudden closeness, there was no room for air between them, and Yoichi could feel the heat of Rin's chest pressed against his, the warmth of his body seeping through layers of clothes. The intimacy of the moment weighed heavily around them.
He leaned down, his lips no more than a hair's breadth from Yoichi's, the space between them alive with tension as the air thickened and time itself appeared to stand still.
"For I seem to recall making certain promises to you, Yoichi—" Rin murmured, his voice low, velvet smooth, and husky, like the purring of a contented cat sending shivers down Yoichi's spine. "—promises of pleasure, of release from the burdens which weigh upon us both. Have I failed to deliver?”
An invitation, a challenge, the words hung in the air as if suspended by Rin's eyes, burning with something way deeper than any desire.
The thrill Yoichi had felt when Rin's hand landed on his hip was nothing compared to the shock of electricity that ran through him as the Cardinal pressed him firmly against his broader body. Rin was everything Yoichi was not. If Rin had been in his place, Yoichi knew they would have adored him; A true man, his father would say, Not some half-creation like himself.
He was a woman trapped inside the body of a man.
Or perhaps a man trapped in a woman’s shell—
He could never quite decide.
But none of that seemed to matter. Rin didn’t care about such things. He was the only one who had stood by Yoichi, the only one who had stayed since the beginning, and that was enough to make him worthy of Yoichi’s love.
"Indeed, Your Holiness…" Yoichi said smoothly, a hint of challenge in his voice as he slid his arms around Rin's neck, a soft smile curving his lips. His long, dark blue hair was neatly tied in a low ponytail with a ribbon, a slight contrast to the intensity of the moment.
“Making such promises…leaving me alone with my own desires…" His voice lowered down, becoming hotly whispered in a hush near Rin's ear. "…without bending me over your desk and papers.”
Rin's eyes had darkened with longing in response to the provocative words, and his hands tightened possessively on Yoichi's hip. He leaned in, warm breath whispering against Yoichi's ear, his teeth grazing the lobe before soothing the sting with a slow, deliberate lick that sent shivers down his spine. His voice came low, a seductive whisper full of insatiable hunger and commanding authority that ignited a fire of desire within Yoichi.
"If that's what you want… perhaps I should give you something really worth of your forgiveness.”
With that, he spun Yoichi around with surprising force, pressing him firmly against the desk as their desires ignited in the heat of a moment. Papers fell around them, forgotten, as the fire in the moments engulfed them both. The hands of Rin wandered over the body of Yoichi with urgent reverence, mapping curves of his form with possessive touches.
A low growl rumbled in Rin's chest at the other man's words, fingers digging into the man's hips to grind hardness into plush rear. He leaned down, his lips brushing against the shell of Yoichi's ear as he panted out: "God gave me this hunger, Yoichi. This needs to claim you, to possess you utterly."
Time flew when he was with Rin; moments felt like hours, and hours felt like days. It was almost as if time did not exist and there was only him and her, lost in a world of pleasure and sin…
Until he kneeled.
“Oh, Cardinal…" He panted out, his voice not even audible to himself over the pounding of his own heart.
Rin jerked Yoichi's breeches open in a flash, exposing the tender skin underneath. He salivated as he dragged his tongue along the crease of Yoichi's thigh, catching the sweet flavor of skin and arousal.
"You are my sin, my temptation…" he rasped, nipping Yoichi's inner thigh. "And I'll indulge in you, again and again, until we consumed each other."
As the Cardinal continued to lick and kiss his way upwards along his thighs, Yoichi couldn't help but whimper softly, shaking all over in anticipation. He spread his legs wider to give Rin greater access to the most private parts of his body while his dominant hand covered his lips to muffle the obscenity of the sounds he was making.
Despite the heavy implications behind his words, Rin didn’t seem interested in stopping any time soon. Yoichi’s fingers clenched the edge of the wooden desk, trying to hold himself back… But it was getting harder by the second.
Yoichi gasped, his legs weakened as he felt the Cardinal's hot breath against his moist intimate area. His tongue tracing along the curve of his thigh made him shiver, and his legs barely supported him.
When the Cardinal finally reached his core, Yoichi couldn't help but cry out, his body trembling with anticipation and need. "Hah, Rin…" He begged, his voice barely audible due to the pounding of his heart. „Don't tease me anymore…”
As the Cardinal began to explore his most sensitive areas with his tongue, the mind of Yoichi went blank, lost in a sea of pleasure. He never thought he'd find someone who could understand him so deeply, who could appreciate his unique beauty and charm by taking him to such high heights of pleasure.
Yoichi's fingers clutched the edge of the desk, knuckles white from forcing himself not to beg, not to plead. He couldn't, wouldn't give Rin that much power over him.
But, god, he wanted to.
"Oh, my… Please…!" It slipped out anyway, barely audible over the sound of his ragged breathing.
He was close, so close, yet never enough to touch that specific spot that would make him experience the holy vision of the Lord above and all his angels singing. „This bastard…", thought the poor boy so unbearably teased.
Rin's eyes shone with dark promise as he looked up at Yoichi's lewd display. In a flash, he lunged forward, burying his face deep between Yoichi's thighs and feasting on the slick, heated flesh he found there.
Yoichi's cry of pleasure was cut off by a sharp gasp as Rin's tongue plunged deep inside him, lapping on his pussy with expert precision. His back arched, pushing his pelvis further into the Cardinal's face, where a slight amount of black hair was found, as waves of intense pleasure crashed over him.
“Oh god, oh fuck—" he chanted, his fingers then tangling in Rin's hair, holding him close. "Don't stop, please don't stop.”
The bottom's voice filled the space, every grunt of pleasure unraveling Rin further. Inexorably drunk on what he saw, the much younger but unfairly taller man was caught up by that one moment of vulnerability and beauty from the man who trusted him so utterly. That only he could wring such raw, untrammeled ecstasy from him, the surge of pride and desire it sent coursing through him was beyond anything.
Pungent flavors burst in his mouth: the piquancy of desire, the sweetness of innocence, all mixed together in a heady cocktail that reeled him drunk with lust. Rin's hands gripped hard into Yoichi's hips, hard enough to bruise, as he devoured the other man, his tongue delving deep to claim every hidden treasure.
He was overwhelmed with a feeling of being so thoroughly claimed, deepest secrets uncovered and devoured. Yoichi felt as though he melted, dissolving into nothing as Rin worked him over with unrelenting intensity.
"I'm yours, all yours." he whimpered low, his words barely audible over the thunder of his heartbeat. "Use me, break me, just don't ever let me go.”
Rin groaned around Yoichi's dripping sex, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through both men. He redoubled his efforts, his tongue plunging deeper, swirling, licking, tasting every inch of Yoichi's quivering flesh.
Yoichi's begging for more only whetted Rin's appetite, his own hunger burning until it threatened to consume him whole. A low, guttural noise in his throat, he drew back a little, his lips and chin smeared with Yoichi's essence.
One hand trailed up Yoichi’s trembling stomach, lingering over the soft curve before sliding higher to cup his chest, now subtly fuller than before. Rin’s thumb grazed a hardened nipple through the delicate fabric of his shirt, eliciting a shudder that only fueled his desire further.
His own arousal throbbed insistently against his holy clothes, aching to be buried inside that heaven of warmth but he refused to give in to his baser urges, not yet.
He redoubled his efforts, his tongue thrusting deeper, swirling around the sensitive bud at the apex of Yoichi's sex, drawing out the other man's pleasure like a skilled musician coaxing sound from an instrument.
As Yoichi's fingers dug deep into his hair, his own arousal rocketed, his cock straining painfully against the seams of his robes. He refused to let go, not when he was so close to wringing every last drop of ecstasy from this willingly given vessel beneath him.
The words were repeated, 'Use me. Break me'. That was finally what broke the threads of Rin's control. In a sudden movement, with a snarl, he came upright, dragging the smaller man with him.
"I need you, Yoichi…" he whispered, his voice husky and coarse as he buried his lips against the back of Yoichi's neck, nipping the sensitive skin. "In ways no mortal man could even dream of. Tonight, let me worship you as you deserve."
At the end of the day, there was not enough amount of fear for them to stop their encounters, the cardinal had made a vow after all, he swore to God himself he would remain pure and faithful to Him and Him only… All it took for him to fall were a pair of high heels and the wet feeling of Yoichi’s intimacy clenching around his manhood like a vice.
Within seconds, Yoichi was lying face down over the desk with papers, ink, and quilts falling onto the floor as he made space for the object of the Cardinal's desires. The shorter male was already gasping for air and could feel his insides crave the Cardinal deep inside his hot depths.
"Wasn't God the only one worthy of worshipping?" If Rin didn't know any better, he could swear Yoichi was a demon sent to tempt him.
The Cardinal chuckle was low and husky as he tugged Yoichi's pants to his knees, revealing to those furious eyes the perky rear he'd become so enamored with. He traced a finger along the cleft, delighting in the shiver that coursed through Yoichi's body.
"Oh, I worship Him, indeed…," the cardinal purred, leaning in to press open-mouthed kisses along Yoichi's spine. "…but in this moment, beneath you, I find my sin and I intend to indulge."
In one smooth, quick motion, Rin whipped his arousal out of his robes. He stroked it to full hardness, from its hairy base up to the head, pressing against his fingers with urgent thrums running through him. He aligned himself behind Yoichi, the head of his cock brushing against the slick entrance he'd been craving all evening.
Yoichi’s breath faltered as the Cardinal pushed his pants down enough for his intimacy to be revealed, making him shiver as his thick, callous finger traced the wetness of his slit, gently brushing against the pink, needy clit that begged to be touched… But not yet.
“Hah…” Yoichi’s eyes closed as his hands dug into his palms with each hot, arousing kiss.
"R-Rin…" Was all that he said before he could feel the head of his hard, throbbing manhood nudge against his entrance and he slowly, deliberately thrust, claiming Yoichi's warmth, groaning at the incredible sensation.
"Forgive me, my Lord." Rin hissed in pleasure, as they both cried out in one voice, and Yoichi's nails sank into the desk.
Rin's hips snapped forward, burying himself to the hilt within Yoichi's clenching pussy. He stilled, savoring the exquisite sensation of being enveloped by Yoichi's warmth; his breath shook as he murmured; "Fucking heaven…", his voice strained with pleasure. Slowly, he started to move, pulling out until only the tip remained inside before pushing back in with a hard thrust.
Every stroke was placed with all deliberation, calculated to hit that sweet spot deep inside Yoichi, the one that seemed to make him cry out and arch his back. Rin's hands clamped onto his hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he picked up pace, driven by an instinctive urge to claim and dominate.
"Yes, just like that, Yoichi." he breathed urgently, the space between them one of suspended breath. "Take every inch of me."
Rin's hips bucked forward, driving himself deeper into Yoichi's clutching heat. He was enjoying the velvety texture surrounding him and how Yoichi's inner muscles would ripple and squeeze with every powerful stroke.
"Oh… Oh, my god…!" Yoichi gasped, and with revitalized strength, the cardinal quickened his pace, pummeling into Yoichi with a harder ferocity. Loud in the room was the sharp rhythm of flesh slapping against flesh, gratifyingly punctuated by the ragged breathing and the muffled moans from a gasping Yoichi.
"Yes, yes!" Yoichi cried out, pushing back against Rin's thrusts. "Take me, I am yours," he gasped, tone thick with arousal. Their bodies moved as one, lost within the primal dance of lust and devotion.
With every desperate moan that escaped Yoichi's lips, the cardinal's control slipped further. His strokes became erratic, a frenzied rhythm chasing his release. It was the thought of spilling within Yoichi's sacred depths, of defiling the vessel chosen by God, that sent a jolt of forbidden pleasure through him.
"I am weak, lost in your temptation…" he gasped as ecstasy overcame the seal that bound them. "…consumed by lust." His words dissolved into guttural groans as he felt the pressure build at the base of his spine.
The cardinal's rhythm quickened— the thrall of Yoichi's lustful cries and the inebriating grasp of his lover's body had driven him mad. He leaned over Yoichi's back, mouth finding the curve of his neck to nip and suck at the tender skin.
"Hah, hah… Hah…" Yoichi let out in loud moans, his voice hoarse due to his lust. "D-don't… Don't stop… Please, ngh…!”
His fingers tangled into Yoichi's hair, tugging his head backward to expose the tender column of his throat. Rin's teeth scrape across the sensitive flesh, marking him as his own. He felt Yoichi shiver beneath him, eyes rolling back in his head, mouth hanging open.
The fangs sank into Yoichi's neck, deliriously fine skin and underlying a bead of bright blood. The coppery taste mingled with Yoichi's flavor, sending the cardinal over the edge.
"Rin!" Yoichi screamed in ecstasy as his climax crashed over him like a tidal wave, and with one final brutal thrust, Rin buried himself to the hilt within Yoichi's spasming depths. A hoarse cry tore from his throat as he succumbed to the overwhelming surge of pleasure that his vision blurred at the edges, his peak reached.
As the after-quakes subsided, Rin slumped against Yoichi's back, puffing hard. He leaned his forehead back against the nape of Yoichi's neck and was still tasting salt on his tongue from Yoichi's sweat and the hint of blood still in his mouth.
"I had sinned..." he mumbled, his tone contrite. "…pray for my soul, Yoichi."
"Mnh~." The latter breathed, his body shaking with the force of his climax. Thick ropes of seed pumped into Yoichi’s tight pussy, filling him completely, the taboo act sending a thrill of shame and ecstasy coursing through the taller. He wouldn’t realize he had been marked for the umpteenth time by his lover.
"Oh, I will pray…", the shorter replied, his voice low and husky with sin and heavy pants, a teasing smirk playing upon his lips. "…but only after I’ve had my load."
With a trembling sigh, Rin withdrew from Yoichi's sated form and, spellbound, stared as one droplet after another of their joined fluids escaped Yoichi's nicely fucked cunt. Guilt sliced through the tableau at that image; he knew full well this was taboo, but a strong, irrepressible dark satisfaction coursed through him, the bitter sweetness of a forbidden craving.
“This cannot go on. We must sever this… liaison here before it is too late.” Straightaway, a maelstrom of conflicting desires swept through Rin; while he desired to resist the fascination of Yoichi, he felt utterly incapable of suppressing it. Of course, he knew quite well that he couldn't resist this charming boy Yoichi, and actually, he didn't want to. He felt this sin had nestled deep inside him, and he did not really believe anything could ever cut it off.
Yoichi couldn't help but crack a smile at his words. Ahh, here it was, the usual post-coital guilt which came with realization that they shouldn't do it, that it was forbidden, but he wasn't able to resist the pleasure, especially after such a long, stressful day.
"It's already too late, Rin." Yoichi replied as he slowly got up again, pulling down his pants completely to remain with his white shirt as the only barrier before Rin's gaze, he sat on the desk where the remaining seed inside him pooled between his legs and boldly spread them, wide enough for the other to take a good look.
"See? You've come so much and it felt so~ good… Stop pretending you give a damn about God's feelings now." He said curtly, almost annoyed, his head slightly tilting left as he looked at him.
Rin's jaw stiffened under the brutal frankness of Yoichi's words, his pale cheeks warmly coloring in a turmoil of anger and shame, at once remembering his severe upbringing and at the same time defying desires. He knew Yoichi spoke the truth, for their desires consumed them both, shredding the moral fabric the Cardinal once held dear.
"Silence, heretic!" he hissed, stalking closer on long legs towards the desk that Yoichi was perched on, his own seed glistening upon the younger man's thighs. "Your blasphemy shall be your downfall!"
Yet, as he so sternly uttered the words, he found himself inescapably drawn by the erotic spectacle in front of him- the wetted pussy exposed on Yoichi's lap and their combined emissions teasing a need inside him he simply could not still.
"No more talking," ordered Rin in his low husky voice. "Only action. Prepare for the next round, lest my wrath be upon you."
‘I like this game.’ Yoichi thought as he just stared at the man, without smiling, without speaking he just looked at him, for a couple of seconds before slowly leaning down, resting on his elbows and making room for him once more. There.
“Punish me, Father, for I have sinned. My heart has succumbed to the sin of lust, desiring a man who belongs to God alone.”
Every single word was a tease, a reminder of their impromptu relationship with the devil’s temptation. They fell right into Satan’s trap and they knew it… But it was too late to turn around now. And the subtle swell of Isagi’s stomach was the proof of it. But neither of them seemed to notice that, too busy basking in their own misery.
Rin's breath caught in his throat as Yoichi presented himself once more, his words dripping with sinful allure. The cardinal's resistance crumbled, his body acting on a will of its own to take what belonged to him.
"Vixen," he growled, reaching out and clutching Yoichi's hips, hauling him flush up against himself. "You play a dangerous game, tempting a man of the cloth as you do."
His hands slid down Yoichi's sides to grasp his buttocks, kneading the firm flesh as he ground his hardening cock against the younger man's slick entrance.
"But I am powerless to resist your charms…" Rin confessed, his voice rough with need. "So be it. Let us indulge in our wickedness, and may God have mercy on our souls."
"Amen." Yoichi could only reply before wrapping his bare, smooth and creamy legs around his waist as the man above him slipped back inside his welcoming, well-fucked hole once more which left him breathless for a second.
Afterwards, it was always the Cardinal's will to retreat into post-coital guilt, ordering Yoichi to bathe while he returned to his paperwork, as though drowning himself in routine might absolve his sins. But tonight had been different - tonight had been raw, unrestrained, and utterly consuming.
Never had there been such intensity, his body trembling with pleasure so sharp it bordered on pain.
“Rin! Faster!” he panted, voice breaking as desk rattled against the wall with violence, no leeway given for restraint in their passion.
And Rin snarled an answer, his hips snapping forward with renewed ferocity as he claimed Yoichi's willing body. The desk rattled violently beneath them, papers scattering to the floor, but the cardinal paid no heed to the chaos he wrought.
"Yes, beg for it, heretic!" he spat, punctuating each word with a brutal thrust. "Scream for the sin we commit, for the devil's spawn growing within you!"
His fingers dug into Yoichi's hips, bruising the tender flesh as he rode into the smaller man with savage intensity. But Rin's mind reeled lost in the fumes of lust and depravity, his thoughts consumed and driven by an insatiable will to dominate and possess.
"Cry out for me, Yoichi!" he demanded, the voice a hoarse rasp.
With his urgent plea, Yoichi just redoubled his efforts— pounding into the smaller man with reckless abandon as the desk beneath them rattled and creaked under his assault, threatening to collapse outright as he tried to drive deeper with each thrust.
"Fuuuck…" he groaned with his head flung back as Rin's huge meatfuck tugged him apart, ruined him for anyone else. "Give me more, Father! Let us have a whole litter of them!"
Cardinal's hands grasped Yoichi's hips hard enough to bruise, his rhythm becoming wild as he approached climax.
Wet squelching echoed in the private room of the youngest, punctuated by Yoichi's wanton moans and Rin's guttural curses.
"Mmnh… Mnh… Mnh…" The Secretary's eyes were closed as his whines filled the room.
Rin's control snapped and Yoichi's lewd suggestion sparked a frenzy within him. With a feral roar, he buried himself to the hilt and the head of his dick kissed the Secretary's cervix, his hot rod pulsed as he made sure every single drop of his creamy essence was deeply buried in the other's womb.
"Take it all, you whore!" he roared, pumping his hot seed into the smaller man in spurt after spurt. "Let our damned offspring fill up your womb and seal our pact in blood and sin!"
The breath came to Yoichi in ragged pants as he forged forward, brought by a rage of lust and damnation. His impassioned pleas spurred on Rin, like a wildfire the sinful desire for progeny smoldered bright within him too.
"Ahh, yes!" Yoichi whined, wild abandon becoming his lover who slammed into him, he begged, "Breed me, together let our bodies and souls corrupt!" And then he just shuddered, overcome with the pure intensity of his release as Yoichi's inner walls clamped down around him in ecstatic welcome.
The tension in his orgasm gone, the edge of the desk was being tightly held onto by Rin's fists, his weight pressed fully against Yoichi into the desk. Their chests rose and fell together, sweaty bodies tangled up in a fevered embrace.
"You have doomed us both, Yoichi…," the cardinal gasped, his lips ghosting over the nape of Yoichi's neck, his voice shaking as the weight of his words sank deep into the silence between them.
"Is it mine to be blamed… if the Lord gave me a womb meant for you to claim?" Yoichi asked softly, spent.
His breathing slowed as the aftershocks of his climax faded, his body still shuddering with the strength of his release. Still lodged deep inside Yoichi, their joined form was slick with sweat and the evidence of their sinful union.
"Innocent lies…" he muttered, self-loathing lacing his tone. "…we both know the truth-our depravity is a choice, not some divine decree." Yet, despite the tormented words, Rin could not pull himself away from Yoichi, anchored down in the aftermath of their passionate exchange.
"But for you… I would embrace this Sin again." His hands gentled on the smaller man's hips, stroking soothingly as if to comfort the anguish reflected in Yoichi's exhausted gaze.
"We are damned, Yoichi." he whispered, his lips brushing the curve of Yoichi's ear, sorrow tinged with a desperate need for redemption.
Yoichi’s body trembled with the aftershocks of his climax, Rin’s spent cock still nestled deep within his clinging heat. The cardinal remained motionless for a long moment, savoring the intimate connection between them, and Yoichi hoped, for ensuring that he would bear the fruits of their love.
But despite his serious tone, Rin just couldn't make himself draw back completely. Instead, Yoichi leaned in close, his lips against the cardinal's ear as he whispered, "And yet, you find yourself craving more of my forbidden fruit… And our child will only be the proof of it."
A shiver ran down Rin's spine as Yoichi's husky whisper hit his ears, his cock moving in the smaller man's inviting heat. He knew he was right-Yoichi-they seemed to grow stronger still with each passing moment they'd share in sin.
"Perhaps…" he conceded, his voice low and husky with renewed arousal. "…but do not think for a moment that I am powerless to resist your temptations, Yoichi. Our fate may be sealed, but that does not mean we must surrender to it entirely."
Slowly, deliberately, Rin began to move within Yoichi once more, his thrusts measured and controlled this time as he worked to rekindle the flames of their passion.
"Tell me, my little harlot…" he purred, his hot breath danced across Yoichi's skin, "…do you crave another taste of my seed?"
Yoichi bit at his lip as Rin's words sent a faint, knowing smile curling on his lips as slowly he released him from his tight hold. His legs went weak, trembling, fell limp at his sides as he gazed up at him.
"My only purpose, Father—" he whispered, his voice soft and laced with devotion: "—is to bear your seed within my lavish body until the whole world knows I belong to you, and you alone."
The slutty Vixen replied, enjoyed his thrust once again, the eyes half-lidded their shadows looming on the wall, while fire kept burning. "Ruin me for anyone else, I was made for you to fuck and breed until you couldn't get enough.”
Rin's teal eyes, dark now with lust, gleamed with wicked delight at the brazen declaration, movements becoming more aggressive as he pounded into the smaller man's willing body.
"So fierce devotion… deserves a reward." he growled, his fingers digging into Yoichi's hips as he picked up speed.
A cruel smile curled onto Rin's lips as Yoichi's shameless confession filled the air. He could feel it in the smaller man's submission, his complete and utter devotion to pleasing him above all else. It was intoxicating, and the cardinal drank it in like a man dying of thirst. Rin's mind bled into the future, into the day when Yoichi would indeed be swollen with his child, a living testament to their unholy bond.
"By the time I'm done with you, Yoichi," he snarled, his thrusts growing erratic as he approached another climax; "you'll beg for mercy, for respite from the constant ache of my cock inside you."
"A dream coming true~." Yoichi hissed, the cardinal's thrusts growing more urgent, more demanding. "I will be yours… and our children will belong to you.”
With a vicious snarl, Rin slammed into Yoichi with wild abandon, pounding into him with all the fury of a man possessed.
The heavy, irregular breathing mingled with the creaking of the desk beneath their shifting bodies as the older man moaned, low and full of need. "Yes… yes… Mmmhnn~ Father, it's so good…~" His words were thick with pleasure, each syllable trembling as if he couldn't hold back the overwhelming sensation.
All of Rin was focused on the incredible sensation of Yoichi's tight, willing body closed over his throbbing length. Every desperate thrust brought him closer to the edge. "That's it, take it all." he ordered, gutturally growling as he chased his oncoming climax once again. "Show me how much you want my seed, my dear slut."
With one final, brutal thrust, he sent his Secretary hither and finally full to the brim of his thick, steamy essence, ensuring himself a healthy offspring. A hoarse cry tore from his throat, a savage expression of the dark ecstasy coursing through him.
"Fucking hell, Yoichi." he panted, his chest heaving as he struggled for breath.
But Yoichi was too fucked out of his mind to give a proper reply now, after his umpteenth orgasm his brain just gave up at some point and it was absolutely amazing. “Ngh…~” Was all that he managed to reply, his eyes glazed and a stupid, relaxed smile on his face.
Five months had slipped by quietly in their secluded sanctuary, where soft whispers and secretive glances marked their days. As Rin toiled over his projects, subtle signs of Yoichi’s pregnancy began to surface. At first, it was easy to dismiss— small adjustments to the way he dressed, looser fabrics, and more time spent seated. But eventually, Yoichi had no choice but to announce his “retirement”, crafting an elaborate excuse to protect their secret.
He claimed to have contracted a rare and highly infectious disease, one described in an ancient text he had conveniently "discovered". The supposed remedy? Isolation, quiet, and an abundance of food, with the promise of recovery in three to four months.
At first, the excuse seemed laughably thin, but Yoichi played his part with such conviction that the others believed him. When Rin framed it as a test of Yoichi’s resilience and strength— a sign of divine favor —they accepted the lie without question. It wasn’t the most brilliant plan, but it worked, and for now, that was enough.
Months passed, and Yoichi’s condition became impossible to hide. His belly swelled, round and full, a tangible reminder of Rin’s claim on him. Though initially caught off guard by the transformation, Rin found himself captivated by the sight. The curve of Yoichi’s form only deepened his desire, an unspoken bond tying them closer with every passing day.
When Yoichi declared his 'illness' and need for seclusion, Rin offered no resistance. He made sure Yoichi was well taken care of, settling him comfortably in their private quarters, where no prying eyes could discover the truth. His ritual of visits, each with small treasures in the form of some new fruit, some rare spice, and the trinkets he got with such affection, still spoke more through his lingering presence.
“Your health is paramount, my beloved.” Rin would say, his tone solemn with heartfelt words, laced with undertones of ownership. "I cannot afford to lose you— not now, not ever.”
"Children are gifts from God… If my health is the price to pay, so be it. It is not so tragic, dear." Yoichi softly said in a stable voice, even though his skin was pale and his eyes showed weariness.
The pregnancy sat well with him, ironic and otherworldly. His stomach now round with life was declared perfectly healthy by the discreet doctor they hired to monitor both Yoichi and the child. And there was no greater joy for Rin than to hear that being said.
He spent his days in quiet work: drafting papers when his energy allowed, devouring books with a hunger for knowledge, and most often, resting with one hand tenderly caressing his growing stomach. The love he poured into that touch was deep, deeper than any he had known-and hadn't expected this, not the child, not the love which consumed him now, not the agonizing guilt of his past intentions.
There was a time, well, when his blade had received the same meticulous attention he now paid to tracing the curve of his belly, the plan for Rin's assassination rehearsed in his head through sleepless nights. He would picture himself standing over Rin's lifeless body, victorious for the family that had sent him.
But all the man he had ever intended to kill had shown him kindness, had trusted him, had—most incredibly of all —claimed his heart and now even his womb. Now, the thought of that blade made him sick. The love he held for Rin was a love born of devotion, sacrifice, and the promise of something greater than himself.
A rare softness rounded Rin's dark eyes, his usually stoic features etched with unspoken reverence as he watched Yoichi cradle his swollen belly, tracing soft circles with his fingers as he whispered to their unborn child. It stirred up something deep inside of Rin-awe, or perhaps love so deep it scared him.
The love in the gaze with which Yoichi spoke to the life growing within him was something that Rin had never seen. It was unadulterated, unconditional, and unshakeable, a devotion that seemed to shine from within.
A strange, overwhelming sense of protectiveness welled up in his chest-one that urged him to shield Yoichi from the cruelty of the outside world. Whatever darkness lurked beyond these walls would never touch them. He would see to it himself.
“You amaze me, Yoichi…” he murmured, his voice low and tender as his hand came to rest gently over the swell of Yoichi’s abdomen. His touch was tentative, almost reverent, as though he feared disturbing the sanctity of the moment. “Your devotion to our child… It's wonderful.”
As his fingers lingered, his mind wandered to the future-the day their child would be born, the first time he would hold them in his arms. He imagined nurturing them, imparting the wisdom he'd earned, teaching them strength and resilience, values that defined his journey. He would shield them with relentless passion, holding at bay the shadows of the world, and seeing to it that they grew in love and learned the weight they would one day bear.
And Yoichi felt the last remnants of his old self—the assassin, the dutiful son, the cold-blooded mistake—fade into oblivion.
He had come to kill this man, yet somehow he had become bound to him in ways he never could have imagined. It was almost amusing-the ironic cruelty of it all-yet Yoichi couldn't find it in himself to regret it.
The life growing inside him was proof that his mission had failed, but it was also proof that for the first time, he had chosen his own path.
And in that instant, wordlessly and at last, the Crimson Seal had triumphed.