Wine and Gun

"Is that what you expected?" Herstal asked.

"What?" Albarino asked incredulously.

"Sex." Herstal raised his eyebrows slightly, "I might fuck you here, on the altar of the church—like when Kaba Sleder assaulted me for the first time; Talked to you about it, I'm sure you remember. The church table, the white tablecloth, and even—"

Herstal touched Albarino's temples, leaving a distinct bloodstain on his sun, still particularly conspicuous under the drooping hair.

"Blonde," Herstal whispered, leaning over as he said these words, his lips pressed against Albarino's corners again, his voice sounded low and vague, but his eyes were still clear and awake , "What scene are you reproducing at the moment, Albarino?"

One Christmas day decades ago, a priest at St. Anthony's Church in White Oaks sexually assaulted a blond boy in the choir at an altar covered with a white tablecloth, under the watchful eye of the crucified Christ. . This sin, like all other sins in the world, was never punished by the gods. At this moment, Stryder is hung under the dome of the church, the center of the church in the shape of the Latin cross, between the statue and the altar, like all other sins in the world, and this crime has not been punished. God's punishment.

Albarino smiled.

Then he said: "You should remember what I said, you are very different from the person who hurt you, and I did it all voluntarily."

Herstal snorted softly.

"Do you think it's not important enough? Isn't it worth being placed at the heart of the whole scene?" Albarino seemed to realize his disdain, so he retorted with a smile, "Isn't it worth seeing a soul become perfect? Is it an earth-shattering event? Even if this beauty is inherently sinful? Otherwise, why did the ancient serpent tempt Eve, why did Mephistopheles sign a contract with Faust? You clearly know that even if you stand in the same position, What's the difference between you now and the Kaba Slade years ago—"

Albarino paused for a moment, then he raised his hand and grabbed Herstal's hair, his fingers tightened at the roots of the other's hair, and dragged Herstal roughly as he saw fit Location.

Then he raised his head slightly, stretched out his hand and roughly tore off the collar pin and tie knot at the collar of Herstal's shirt - the small metal pin flew somewhere, hitting the ground with a series of crisp There was a sound—then he slammed his elbows on the tabletop, raised himself, and grabbed Herstal's Adam's apple.

Albarino's teeth and lips were pressed against the old scar between Herstal's neck, which they both knew, even Slade knew: it was a pale scar, years of existence. For decades, it had a fuzzy shape that looked like a tooth print.

Albarino rubbed the scarred skin roughly with his teeth until he tasted a faint smell of blood in his mouth. His eyes lit up, like a wild shòu foraging for food in the wasteland. When he opened his mouth that day, his voice was muffled because he was biting at that piece of skin, but his voice could still reach people's hearts.

"—because this is your power."

Their chests were pressed against each other, and Herstal could feel Albarino's heart beating between his cage-like ribs through the fabric and skin, almost joyful. His teeth were piercing the old scar, and the pain was meager compared to when he remembered the scar.

Herstal looked up a little while Albarino let go of his teeth, and was able to see his eyes—pupils dilated like inky desire, unknowable deep darkness; his skin was red and arched. He frantically tried to rub Herstal's legs with his erect lower body. Herstal pressed Albarino's shoulder with his blood-stained hand, and stumblingly untied Albarino's belt with the other hand. difficulty.

Then he went down the trousers that finally opened, and touched the smooth skin, and—

Herstal's movements visibly stiffened.

He touched the smooth skin, which was actually a bit too smooth. This person can really shave his body hair so clean. The overly soft touch he felt had to make people suspicious of Albaly. Noah used beeswax. Also, he encountered a sticky, apparently water-based lubricant running down Albarino's thighs, which was hot and sticky between the latter's buttocks, apparently expanding ahead of time.

Seriously, Herstal was somewhat mentally prepared for what he saw when he entered this church, and Albarino was obviously the kind of guy who would have been perfectly prepared at the scene of his own case, but, when This all-encompassing preparation extends to "sex"...

"What did I just say? 'This is your power'." Albarino looked at Herstal's expression and laughed again, "I will pay all costs to ensure that you can exercise your power at any time. , Mr. Armalite."

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