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The Last Temptation

It ought to be said that Jesus Christ is his own worst enemy. Nothing can be closer to the truth when he tells the Twelve and the others close to him that he will not return to their camp that evening. "I have made a promise to help a man on the brink of his own destruction find a better way."

"And you're gonna do it just one night?" Judas, as always, is skeptical and bats at Simon to put his iPad away. Not everything has to be recorded.

"I should like to try. Don't move camp further into the city until I return tomorrow morning," Jesus says and with Peter left to mind the flock, heads off to Stark's home. He is singularly unimpressed by what he sees...or rather, he simply doesn't notice the luxury. His mind is more pure. With a single satchel over his shoulder with samples of shampoo and a change of underwear and socks, Jesus waits to be told he can go to Tony. Some people in the lobby recognize him from Youtube, from Matthew's blog. Others find him to be a little ratty and a little out of place here.

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"Yeah. So long as I'm with you." He kisses him again, drawing back just enough to angle his hands, tugging at the fabric as if the underwear is in his way. And for what he has planned, it is. He moves away so he's not straddling Jesus' lap, but while he could take the opportunity to work at the underwear problem, instead he just places a hand on his thigh to better stabilize himself as he leans forward and captures one nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue over it.

The first true gasp of pleasure to ever leave his mouth and throat has Jesus' skin boiling. He can think of nothing wrong with this -- though perhaps kissing ought to be done above the neck? -- and without the hands cupping pieces of him he's still undecided over, he gives himself away completely to the sensation of it all.

Hands return to Tony's hair and his head tilts back to the edge of the tub. His knees quake a little. Whatever prayer this is, let it continue.

The front of his underwear proves his enjoyment.

Tony makes a soft, satisfied sound, sucking at him, not biting but carefully applying more pressure. His free hand moves to Jesus' other nipple, pressing down on it, swirling, slow, gentle motions, and yes, he can see that start of a reaction. Now he just has to coax more of that out of him, step by step. He wants this man so badly, wants to make him happy and keep him safe and just get wrapped up in him forever, never leaving, doing torrid things that would have him undone in Tony's arms and yeah, he's definitely going to get a hard on of his own at this point, give it another five seconds, max.

He might think later that all of this had been for his betterment as a human being, but all it really will feel like is one final suffering to endure when it's taken from him. He tried his best, and while fate might not be something a good boy like him should believe in, as God's plan must reign over all else, meeting Tony had been crucial.

Is still crucial.

It doesn't dawn on him that this no-nonsense talk of love, of protection, is just part of who Tony is. Jesus has been hearing it from his students and his disciples from the start.

None has ever touched him this way, however.

Or made him whine so brilliantly.

Innocence does not overpower nature and Jesus lifts his hips against the other man for friction.

It's so easy to let one hand move lower and just press over the other man's crotch, rubbing him through his underwear without stopping his suckling away at his nipple, harder now, scraping his teeth against it, then moving to the other to give it the same treatment, cheeks a little flushed, feeling anticipation and heat pool in his own crotch.

He's going to make him stay. After this, he won't want to leave.

The Devil comes to you as a friend. He whispers sweet things in your ear. He tells you what you want to hear. He corrupts you.

But the Devil is the farthest from Jesus' mind. The Devil could never cause this sort of pleasure and Jesus turns himself over to it. He's being human, and that's what he is, isn't he? That's what God told him? "Yes," he says, begging for more. He even goes as far as to return the favour, peeling off wet, skin tight underwear from the other man as well.

Baptisms should always be so fun!

Once they're both without their underwear, it's so much easier to take him in his hand, rub his thumb over his shaft, moving up to kiss Jesus as he does so, to drink in his expression. A strange thrill goes through him - call it sick if you will, he wouldn't deny it - at the fact he's defiling someone this good, this pure. He wants to be the first one to make him moan, make him incoherent, make him cum.

Tony kisses him a bit more roughly, his tongue swallowing up the sounds the other man is making.

Tony will indeed be the first to do just about everything to and with Jesus and God's lamb, so close to the slaughter, has no idea that he's causing one more issue for himself. For the Twelve. Even for Tony. Intimacy is a binder. And Jesus loves too freely, too deeply. Sex wrapped up in all of that emotion will just leave him blindsided and off track.

He moans soft 'Anthony's into Tony's hair and hardens at the slightest touch of the other man's hand. It takes no more than a dozen pumps for orgasm to strike. Any other man might be embarrassed at this. Jesus is just out of breath and confused and unsure of what just happened. Or why he wants it to happen again.

Skin pruning, he lightly touches Tony's face with wonder. "I understand why you are such a great man now," he whispers. It's the afterglow talking. He feels like he's seen God for the first time since his birth.

He finds that instead of being disappointed, he's thrilled he drove Jesus over the edge so quickly. It was so easy, and the look on his face was exquisite, unashamed and overwhelmed and new, so new, and there were so many other things he could do. Things he wanted to do to him, just to see that reaction against.

Tony smiles at him, shifting a little uncomfortably. He's still incredibly hard, and after some soft kissing and a moment to let Jesus relax into the afterglow, put some semblance of coherency together, he takes one of the other man's hands and guides it to his cock. It's strange, but he wants to know what an afterglow alongside him would be like. For once, that's not the part of proceedings Tony is dreading, because he knows he can trust him.

"Love you," he murmurs softly into Jesus' ear, nuzzling against him. "I take it I was okay, then. Not to be pushy, but, ah, if you could just...." He thrusts a little into his hand to get the point across.

At this point, one would take the years of masturbation into consideration here and reverse it on the other person. There's none of that in Jesus' memory to rely on but he does have Tony's very recent example to tell him what it is to do.

For Jesus, the sin of sex is what occurs at the Temple Nightclub, what occurs between people that don't love each other. Yes, he's predisposed to loving. Tony, however, is not. None of the warning signs come through. Jesus leans in and repeats the process, gently at first and with coaxing, harder and faster until he feels Tony's abdomen tighten.

It's strange how silly people can look in the throes of pleasure and he laughs, not unkindly, just surprised.

He lets out soft noises, somewhere between gasps and moans. There's no reason to play it up like he does when he's with other people. Tony doesn't even contemplate acting; instead, he just drowns the other man in kisses, trying to take everything in, commit every inch of him to memory. When he finally reaches his climax he clings to Jesus and makes a muffled, almost choked sounding moan, collapsing against him.

"...I don't ever want you to leave," he decides once he's caught his breath. "I just. I just want you here. We could be so happy together. You're so good to me, better than I deserve. I need you."

It's a high, too, getting someone off. Nearly as wonderful and getting off yourself. Jesus' arms wind around Tony's neck as they kiss, the water cooling, skin pickling and wrinkling, though it hardly matters. He's bolder now, more feirce with his mouth, carried away on the current.

"I can not stay," he tells Tony. There's barely enough of him to go around and his work is nearly finished now. Fingers curl around one of Tony's ears. "But I will never truly leave you, not if you keep me close."

"You could. You know you want to," he murmurs, looking at him through his eyelashes, face a little flushed, tone sincere. "I'd get you whatever you wanted, keep you safe. Things don't have to end badly. I promise, I'll figure something out. Anything, for you. I love you."

He does. And isn't life a bitch, to finally hand Tony someone he can fall in love with and then strike the man down? But Tony's never been one to let life dictate to him what will and won't be. He's always fought it. And he wins.

He can win again, for someone like this.

Oh Tony. Jesus strokes his cheek, his beard. He fingers his fingers along the clean edges, dripping water down through the hair. His eyes look sad. So sad. "You don't know me," he says quietly, not as an accusation. Jesus firmly believes in the ability to love at first sight. These things happen every day. "If you did, truly, you would never try to keep me here."

Jesus leans in to offer him another kiss.

"You don't need me. What you need is to learn from me and be your own man. A good man. You need to go on living and be beautiful and brilliant."

"I know you. And I know you deserve better than what you have coming. I can give you more than what you have now. We can do things, together - imagine how many more people you could reach with my company's resources. Things don't have to go bad. I won't let them."

Tony presses an affectionate kiss to his cheek. His voice is soft, loving, reassuring. He doesn't want this to go bad. He wants this to be forever, and he wants to do this all over again, make Jesus gasp and come and hold him and then lay there like this, together, holding each other, Tony unashamed of the arc reactor for the first time in so long, finally at peace.

Jesus hasn't exactly told Tony what he knows will happen to him. He hasn't told anyone. It worries him too much to actually say it out loud. To have his blood spilled-- It makes for fine imagery but in practice, he's as frightened as anyone would be. Fingers curl in Tony's wet hair when Jesus hugs him closer.

"Some things are out of your hands," he replies, taking his turn to duck his head against the other's shoulder. He's never been this close to anyone before. It's beautiful in it's simplicity. It will never last.

"Just stay with me. It's not complicated," Tony says in response, nuzzling him close, breathing in his scent. He murmurs soothingly, enticingly, "Just us. Imagine it, days together. All the good times we could have, the places we could visit, the things I could show you. We wouldn't just be happy, it'd be real joy. Peace. You know you want it. So just let me help. I love you."

"Anthony--" You're breaking his heart. Jesus moves away and stands, unashamed by his nakedness. He offers the man his hand in order to help him up. "Let us discuss happier things."

No amount of love can save Jesus. Or rather, it's love that will save them all. But Tony's passion is giving him second thoughts.

Must he die?

Would he not be better alive?

"Keeping you close is a happy thing. We're happy together. I want that to last. C'mon, let's go to my room. Might be a less wet place to cuddle."

He pulls him out of the bath, toweling him off rather gently, cleaning them up. He kisses him briefly, warmly, and takes his hand.

"I'm got some pajamas that might fit you. I think you need to relax and give this some more thought."

They've only just met and already Tony is changing him. Isn't that what's suppose to happen? Jesus has changed so many lives himself just by meeting other people-- Can't the reverse be true?

He takes Tony by the hand and be given clothing. He's never worn silk before and... It's strange. Luxurious. Judas would absolutely have his head if he knew ho Jesus would be spending his night!

He stays silent for a long time, even after being coaxed into Tony's arms. His head tucks under the other man's and he stares at his shoulder. It's...calming. Likely because God has had nothing to say about this at all.

Tony finds a lot of comfort in the luxurious nature of his bedroom. After Afghanistan he'd almost needed it; even now, when nightmares claim him, waking up to silk pajamas and soft sheets and the perfect calm of being able to just tell JARVIS to flick on the lights.

With the other man gathered in his arms, Tony feels utter contentment, just holding him, keeping him close. After a while has passed, Tony murmurs quietly in a much more open and vulnerable tone than he usually uses, "I'm glad you decided to come over here. I'm really happy when you're around."

Contentment is not what Jesus feels even as a warm, familiar weight rests against him. He closes his eyes, but they snap back open again. He can't help but feel that he's causing Tony harm. This isn't how he's meant to be. Love can change a person, and should change a person for the better, but Jesus isn't sure if he's setting him on the proper path.

He curls his fingers in the other man's night shirt. It's still early, the sun had just been setting when they went into the bath.

"Do you feel different when I'm with you, Anthony?"

"Of course I do. I love you. Having you around just makes everything better." Tony is blissful, pressing together like this, together and finally free of worries. They'll work out the staying thing, but now, in this moment, he's perfectly content to pull Jesus closer and hold him a little tighter.

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The Last Temptation

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That last line made me choke on my dinner laughing.

Oh dear! Haha!

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