Jesus Christ (
forallyoucare) wrote2013-12-19 10:41 am
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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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"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.
((Continued from here))
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For a moment, they just stand facing one another and a moment later, Jesus kneels slowly in front of Tony. This would be a position the playboy is use to, supplication in its finest form, but the other tugs Tony down with him. They will kneel together. Pray together.
Jesus smiles all the while, the golden tinge of the water and the arc reactor's reflection glowing in his eyes.
"There is hope for all of us, Anthony," he says as he cups his hands and dips them into the bath. Baptism, it seems, is Jesus' idea.
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"Have you ever heard the term 'moral event horizon'? It's a scientist and nerd phrase. 'An act that puts its perpetrator beyond any chance of redemption' is the simplest description. And if you put that term and my name into Google, you can find dozens of moments people say and know I'm over that horizon."
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His hands stay cupped about level with the reactor, eyes focused solely on Tony, waiting for him to bow his head.
"I don't believe such a thing is possible. God would not allow it and if it was true, He would not have sent me with his message of love."
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It hasn't. There's still a void inside him. He bows his head cautiously, hands balled into fists, hoping this won't remind him of being drowned in that cave in Afghanistan. Nothing would be worse than to break down in front of Jesus. It would be more humiliating than he could probably take.
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"You are clean, Anthony, though I know it will take nothing so simple for you to realize this. In my eyes, in God's, you are clean."
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"Define 'clean'," he says, with only a touch of snark. Because even now, his thoughts aren't exactly pure.
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And it's getting closer now. He'd seen Judas staring at the posters the ones that plaster over his own across the country, that blot out their 'Believe' message.
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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.
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He can stop. He's not that much a pervert.
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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.
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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.
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He's going to make him stay. After this, he won't want to leave.
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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!
That last line made me choke on my dinner laughing.
Tony kisses him a bit more roughly, his tongue swallowing up the sounds the other man is making.
Oh dear! Haha!
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.
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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.
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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.
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"...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."
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