"There's nothing you can do for me," Jesus says, letting himself be pushed back. There's no resistance at all to Tony's advances and his hands find the other's hips more or less easily. It's natural for his hands to fall there. His thumbs move over taut lines of sinew towards tight, lean abs.

At least kissing takes away any need for argument. There are some things beyond Tony's reach. Some things that had been put into place long, long ago. One man, not even Jesus, can stop them.

Though this journey towards something other than the pure and the righteous may well take it's toll.