May God Forgive You, Your Worship
by Kimmie

The sign of the cross. Fingers curled about the rosary, "In the name of the father," leading to the throat, "and of the son," just below the chest, "and of the Holy Spirit," left shoulder, "amen," right shoulder. Bring the rosary to point with God-fearing fingers clasped firmly toward heaven. First bead, the Apostle's Creed.

"I believe in God, the Father almighty, creator of heaven and earth.

"I believe in Jesus Christ, his only Son, our Lord. He was conceived by the power of the Holy Spirit and born of the Virgin Mary. He suffered under Pontius Pilate, was crucified, died, and was buried. He descended to the dead. On the third day he rose again. He ascended into heaven, and is seated at the right hand of the Father. He will come again to judge the living and the dead.

"I believe in the Holy Spirit, the holy Catholic Church, the communion of saints, the forgiveness of sins, the resurrection of the body, and the life everlasting.

"Amen."

Shift the rosary, heaven just beyond reach for fingers that gradually push higher in the most pleading of ways. Second and third beads, one Hail Mary each.

"Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee; blessed art thou among women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

"Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death.

"Amen."

Shut eyes tightly, hear the strains of the harps in Heaven rather than the door creaking open, and light footsteps on the cigarette burned and wine-stained carpet dusted liberally with misuse and disuse. "Duo..."

Repeat the Hail Mary. "Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee; blessed art thou among women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus."

"Duo... Quit your praying and listen to me."

"Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death."

"Damn it, Duo! I know you watch me when I jerk off. You know that I know. Come out of your little world of perfect religion and let me show you that praying is not the only way to get to Heaven."

Eyes open wide. "Amen."

Heero, eyes meeting Duo's, licked his lips and descended to his knees in mock imitation of the boy before him, beads threaded about his fingers, golden cross around his neck, body naked but for the charms of those things that made him pure.

Duo shut his eyes again, feeling himself harden at the gaze that Heero was giving him. The third bead made it's way to the station of Duo's faith just as Heero's lips made it to the top of Duo's member.

"Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee; blessed art thou among women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus." Soft lips slid over the evidence of his passion, arousing Duo even further. His breath caught, but he continued.

"Hoy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death." The lips continued to slide, hot tongue teasing at the ridge of nerves at the nape of the "neck".

"A... men." Next on the list, Glory Be.

"Glory be to the Father and to the Son and to the Holy Spirit, as it was in the beginning, is now and ever shall be, world without end."

He was suckled and pulled into a haphazard embrace about his waist as he spoke the final word, "Amen."

Meditate on the First Mystery of the Joyful Mysteries, speak the Lord's Prayer. Try to ignore the pleasureful sensations that roamed through his entire existence more than the words and prayer ever could.

Over the center, hold the first small bead and Hail Mary again, ignoring that hips were beginning to thrust when they should be still. Second through ninth beads, more Hail Mary's spoken through quivering lips that stumbled over the words and searched for redemption in unknown territory.

Tenth bead, another Hail Mary, another Glory Be.

Second Joyful Mystery, Lord's Prayer, suckling, Hail Mary, Hail Mary, caressing, Hail Mary, Hail Mary, searching, Hail Mary, Hail Mary, gentle thrusting, Hail Mary, Hail Mary, knuckles white with clenching need, Hail Mary, Hail Mary, Glory Be.

Third... Pleasure.

Fourth... Passion.

Fifth... Pain.

Hold the centerpiece, recite with flying words, "Hail, Holy Queen, Mother of Mercy! Our Life, our sweetness, and our hope! To thee do we cry, poor banished children of Eve; to thee do we send up our sighs, mourning and weeping in this valley, of tears. Turn, then, most gracious advocate, thine eyes of mercy toward us; and after this our exile show unto us the blessed fruit of thy womb, Jesus; O clement, O loving, O sweet Virgin Mary."

So close... so close... "O God, whose only begotten Son, by His life, death, and resurrection has purchased for us the rewards of eternal life, grant, we beseech Thee, that meditating upon these mysteries in the most Holy Rosary of the Blessed Virgin Mary, we may imitate what they contain, and obtain what they promise: through the same Christ our Lord."

"Amen..." The rosary drops from forgetting fingers, reaching down to tangle in unruly hair as release forced itself upon him.

Duo trembled as Heero cleaned him with a few glancing licks, pulling away and sitting back to watch Duo for a moment. His breath came in controlled gasps, and he fell forward a bit to land on hands and knees. "That was..."

Heero moved toward him again, gently touching his shoulder. "That was Heaven."

Blushing slightly, Duo pushed himself forward into Heero's arms. "Oh, thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you."

"Anytime, Duo."

Duo bit his lip, touching his forehead to Heero's shoulder. "I... I still have to meditate the Sorrowful and Glorious Mysteries..."

Heero nodded. "You do the praying, I'll be the prayer. Whenever you want, I'll help you find Heaven."


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