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It almost felt intrusive, to listen to peoples worst sins through a thin tinted window. He knew that they were willing, because confession was a way to gain forgiveness for the sins that bore weight on their shoulders. But it had always felt wrong. What made it worse was that though it was supposed to be anonymous, he knew exactly who they were. They were the devout christians that came to church every Sunday, prayed to God in the morning when they woke and at night before they slept. He could recognize their voices anywhere, and that is what felt wrong. He had the knowledge of every single one of those sins weighing heavily on his shoulders. Most of his brothers would pray for the people who had confessed and forget about everything they had heard. But not Wakatoshi.
He could never forget, no matter how much he wanted to. He had prayed and prayed and prayed to God multiple times, hoping that the weight on his shoulders would disappear. It never did. At one point, he had contemplated leaving priesthood in hopes that maybe he would finally be able to forget, but he never did.
He sat in the booth with a solemn expression on his face, waiting for the last person to walk in and confess their sins. It had been a long day, and Wakatoshi was sure that he would drop dead if he had to stay in the suffocating booth for much longer.
“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned,” A deep voice said, and Wakatoshi sighed as quietly as he could before answering.
“What is it that you would like to confess, my child?” He responded, rolling his shoulders to relieve him of the stiffness that spread painfully through his upper body. The person on the other side was quiet for a moment, as if trying to word what he wanted to say.
“I- I have been having these dreams,” The man began, his voice trembling. Wakatoshi sat up, he hadn’t recognized the voice before, but now it was clear to him. It was Atsumu Miya, the brother of the baker who came by when he was visiting the orphanage. What could Atsumu have done to warrant a confession? As far as Wakatoshi knew, Atsumu wasn’t religious at all.
“They… they are dreams in which I am hesitant to explain, but they have plagued my mind for months now. I- I don’t want to think of them anymore, they barr me from sleep, and they have become that of a nightmare.” He whispered, Wakatoshi frowned, but of course Atsumu couldn’t see that.
“And what do these dreams entail?” He asked, his maintained an absence of anger or hatred still. Atsumu whimpered from the other side of the door, which made Wakatoshi’s brows furrow in concern. What could be so bad that it brought about this kind of reaction from Atsumu?
“They are dreams in which I am met by a demon each night, with curly black hair and two moles above his brow. Each night, he traces my skin with his sharp nails, leaving trails of light marks. Though he only does this, it provokes such a reaction from me that I can’t help the arousal I feel. I- I don’t know how to stop it,” Atsumu replies, his voice trembling and Wakatoshi can hear a small hiccup and a quiet sob from the other side of the tinted window.
“Does this demon do anything else?” He asked, trying to learn all that he can about these peculiar dreams.
“H-he touches me,” Atsumu whispers. Wakatoshi’s eyes widened and a soft gasp left his lips. He stayed silent for a few moments, unsure of how to answer. He did not know what guidance to give Atsumu, who seemed so stricken with grief over this.
“Please… you, you have to help me. I don’t know- mmph!” A muffled scream came from the other side of the booth before Atsumu could finish and Wakatoshi’s eyes widened in alarm. He stood, flinging the door open to get to Atsumu. If anything was happening to him, Wakatoshi needed to save him.
He ripped open the door to the booth, fearful of what he might find there, but all he was met with was silence. Atsumu was gone.
Wakatoshi wouldn’t let himself sleep that night. He was sure that Atsumu was actually there. He had seen the outline of Atsumu’s body and heard his voice clearly in the confession booth, but when he had opened the door, the boy was gone. He couldn’t help but wonder what had happened. He couldn’t help but feel worried.
At some point, exhaustion had taken over and he had been forced to fall asleep, and when he did, strange things appeared in his subconscious. A tall, dark-haired male stood before him, and he was beckoned to walk closer and closer until they stood chest to chest. Wakatoshi’s heart thumped in his chest and he couldn’t control his breathing. He stood still as the man traced his skin with his fingertips, only his nails were longer, and left scratches along the skin that was visible.
“Oh Wakatoshi-kun,” the man breathed, pressing a kiss onto his neck and biting down, his teeth breaking skin.
Wakatoshi jolted up, gasping hard and breathing too heavily to calm himself down. His cock was heavy and throbbing in his slacks and he groaned in frustration. What was that dream? Who was that man? Why was Wakatoshi having such a reaction? He got off of his bed and knelt beside it, saying his morning prayer over and over in hopes that maybe he could be cleansed of the dream he had.
For the next few days, Wakatoshi was completely out of it. He never truly listened during confessions, and his mind always seemed to travel elsewhere. But today was a new day. He would be better than he had been recently.
He kept to that promise until confessions, where he dreaded listening to Atsumu’s voice again. There was a chance that Atsumu wouldn’t come, that whatever had happened the last time had stopped him from ever coming again. Wakatoshi was wrong. Atsumu did come. He came as the last person to do his confession and Wakatoshi clenched his fists on his knees while he waited for Atsumu to settle comfortably on the other side of the booth.
“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned,” He said quietly, his voice trembling quite similarly as it had the last time he came.
“What is it that you have done, my child?” Wakatoshi answered, waiting for something, anything. Nothing came. He waited in silence for what felt like hours until Atsumu was finally ready to speak.
“It keeps happening. He keeps visiting me in my dreams, only now he goes about saying that he owns me. I- I’m scared, Father. I know that what I’m saying sounds ridiculous, but I want him to leave me alone,” He said and Wakatoshi closed his eyes in contemplation for a moment.
“I don’t know how I can help you, I can only pray that the lord stays with you as he has with me,” Wakatoshi replied monotonously and he could hear Atsumu start to panic, his foot tapping against the wood floor of the booth.
“Please… Please Father Wakatoshi, I know that it’s you there. H-his name is Sakusa Kiyoomi, he won’t leave me alone. I-I don’t know how to stop it, I’m so scared.” Wakatoshi could hear Atsumu break down on the other side, sobs wracking his body. He truly had no way to help Atsumu, what could he do when this thing that was plaguing Atsumu’s dreams wasn’t even real.
“H-he’ll come for me, he won’t… Oh god, he’s going to come after you now. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m-” His apologies were suddenly muffled and a scream replaced them, only Atsumu was still there in the booth. Wakatoshi’s eyes widened and he tried to open the door to the booth to get out and help Atsumu, but it was locked shut, the door wouldn’t budge. Suddenly, shadows grabbed at his arms pulling him back and more covered his mouth and forced his head to the wall by looping around his neck. His entire body was restrained and he couldn’t even wriggle or try to squirm out of the restraints. It was hopeless, he was stuck there.
His vision started to grow black as something filled the room and he guessed that Atsumu was also feeling the effects of whatever chemical was flooding into the room because the screaming had stopped.
He woke up in an unfamiliar room. The walls were black and there was minimal decoration. He realized that his arms and legs were restrained and started to thrash around, trying to get out of them.
“Don’t go doing that now, Wakatoshi-kun,” A deep voice said and Wakatoshi froze. It was the man from his dreams. The man grasped Wakatoshi’s jaw with his fingers and Wakatoshi flinched away. He was scared, so scared that he didn’t know how to act, or what to do for that matter.
He yelled and thrashed but his yells were muffled by the shadows covering his mouth and restricting his body’s movement. Eventually, he stopped thrashing, his limbs growing tired and his throat becoming sore from all of the yelling. The man smirked, snapping his fingers. Wakatoshi breathed in deeply when the shadows that covered his mouth dissipated.
“Who are-” He started to ask but the man cut him off.
“You already know who I am, Wakatoshi-kun. That’s why you’re here,” He replied calmly and Wakatoshi’s eyes widened. Could this be the demon that Atsumu had described in the confessional booth? The one that plagued his dreams and forced him to succumb to pleasure and sin?
“Yes, I am who you think I am,” Kiyoomi said, bending down so that he was at eye-level with Wakatoshi, who leaned his upper body against the wall. Wakatoshi’s lips curled in a sneer, turning his head away from Kiyoomi to prevent him from keeping eye contact. Kiyoomi was unbothered by that, and forced Wakatoshi to turn his head back to the front. He gritted his teeth in pain at the force that Kiyoomi had used.
“Why are you doing this?” Wakatoshi ground out, glaring at Kiyoomi with all of the anger and hatred he could muster. Kiyoomi laughed and said nothing, opening a door to another room and pulling something through the door. Atsumu fell to the ground, at Kiyoomi’s feet, restrained by the same shadows that restrained Wakatoshi. He tried to yell, to see if anyone could hear them and save them, but the shadows were muffling his cries once again.
“He’s been a very good boy, isn’t that right Atsu?” Kiyoomi said, directing his attention toward the boy who clung to his legs, looking up.
“Y-yes, Omi,” He responded and closed his eyes, a small smile upturning his lips. Wakatoshi pulled at his restraints, wanting to pull Atsumu away from the demon that had forced him to become so docile. It was as if Kiyoomi had read his mind, because he scoffed and walked towards Ushijima again, crouching down in front of him.
“Don’t worry, Father,” He mocked, “I’m not forcing him to do anything, we made a deal. I’ve been watching you for a very long time, Wakatoshi. Atsumu here was only a means to get closer to finally making you mine. Though, I must say, I have grown quite enamored with him as well,” Wakatoshi glared at Kiyoomi, fighting the restraints that kept him bound to the wall. Kiyoomi stood up, walking back to Atsumu and crouching down again.
“Do you want to show him exactly what we do, Atsu?” Kiyoomi asked, cupping Atsumu’s cheek with his palm. Atsumu relaxed into the touch and nodded. The restraints had changed, Wakatoshi noticed, because now Atsumu wasn’t as restricted as before. He could move around a lot easier now. Atsumu arched his back, resting his head on the floor and lifting his hips up.
Wakatoshi blanked, watching in awe as Atsumu stretched himself with his fingers, moaning and whimpering like a bitch in heat while doing so. Where was the Atsumu who he had previously known? This couldn’t have been him, there was no way. He glared at Kiyoomi, his mouth set in a firm line. Why was Kiyoomi doing this? What good would come out of this? He was defying the oath he had made when he first entered priesthood.
“Stop this,” He gritted out and Kiyoomi laughed, shifting Atsumu so that he was close enough to Wakatoshi that his head rested on his thigh. Wakatoshi shuddered as his cock throbbed, clearly affected by Atsumu with a fucked out expression on his face so close.
“Why should I? Atsu looks as if he’s enjoying himself, why can’t you?” Kiyoomi asked and Atsumu lifted up his head so that he was licking the clothed bulge through Wakatoshi’s slacks. Wakatoshi shuddered and threw his head back with a groan. It was getting harder and harder not to submit to his desires. He wondered if it was even worth it to resist anymore.
“I’ll do anything you want, submit to your desires, Wakatoshi,” Kiyoomi whispered into his ear and Wakatoshi groaned, hips jolting up slightly. His teeth ground together as he tried to suppress a moan, what with Atsumu touching him the way that he was.
“Mmh… forgive me father,” Kiyoomi giggled in a breathy tone, unzipping Wakatoshi’s slacks and pulling his hard cock out, stroking it up and down slowly. Wakatoshi threw his head back and moaned, squeezing his eyes shut tightly.
“‘Omi…” Atsumu whined and Kiyoomi sighed, removing Atsumu’s fingers from his stretched hole and sitting him up so that he was on Wakatoshi’s lap, so close to his aching cock. Wakatoshi shivered, letting Atsumu lean into his chest subconsciously.
“Will you let Atsu sit on your cock, ‘Toshi?” Kiyoomi questioned, his voice a murmur. He couldn’t resist anymore, not after all of this. He nodded, and the restraints around his wrists were gone. He grabbed onto Atsumu’s hips, lifting him over his cock and positioning him perfectly before dropping him down. Atsumu let out a scream as he sank down Wakatoshi’s cock quickly. The stretch was painfully good, and his hole clenched as his ass fell flush to Wakatoshi’s thighs.
“Please ‘Toshi…” Atsumu moaned, tears springing to his eyes from being filled so suddenly. Wakatoshi lifted Atsumu up again, just nearly to the tip of his cock before dropping him down again. Atsumu’s head slammed into Wakatoshi’s shoulder as he let out a pleasured sob at the feeling. Wakatoshi groaned, moving his hands up Atsumu’s body as he bounced up and down his cock. He gripped Atsumu’s hair, pulling it back and sucking bruises into the exposed skin of his neck. Atsumu cried out, already so close to the edge that he couldn’t stop the incoherent moans that flowed from his mouth. Wakatoshi buried his head in Atsumu’s shoulder, thrusting his hips up ruthlessly, ripping out screams of pleasure from Atsumu’s throat.
“Wakatoshi, stop for a bit,” Kiyoomi said calmly, and Wakatoshi slowed his thrusting until he came to a stop deep inside of Atsumu, “Atsu… can you make room for me?” Atsumu shook his head, his eyes glistening with more unshed tears and his face tinted a beautiful shade of blush pink.
“‘M already too full, Omi, you won’t fit,” He protested, sagging against Wakatoshi’s chest. Wakatoshi wrapped his unrestrained arms around Atsumu in an almost protective way, looking up at Kiyoomi with a blank stare.
“Don’t worry, Atsu, I’ll fit,” He reassured the blonde, wiping his tears away with the pad of his thumb and gently pushing his hair out of his face. Atsumu smiled at the gesture and rocked his hips forward slightly, whimpering.
“Ok, Omi…” He whispered, continuing to rock his hips and let out small sounds until Kiyoomi’s fingers finally prodded at his rim. It clenched at first, but slowly loosened just enough for Kiyoomi to thrust in three of his fingers beside Wakatoshi’s cock. Atsumu cried out at the stretch, gripping Wakatoshi’s shoulders tightly and burying his face in Wakatoshi’s neck even harder than before.
“Shh, it’s okay, Atsumu, you’re okay,” Wakatoshi whispered over and over again, rubbing Atsumu’s back to ease the tension in the rest of his body from the burn. Atsumu relaxed, letting out pitiful whimpers every now and then as Kiyoomi stretched him with his fingers, eventually adding a fourth.
“I think you’re ready now, Atsu, aren’t you?” Kiyoomi asked. It was more rhetorical than anything else, but Atsumu still gave a small nod just before Kiyoomi lined himself up and started to sink in right next to Wakatoshi’s cock. Wakatoshi groaned at the friction of Kiyoomi’s cock sliding against his and Atsumu whined and shuddered as he was stretched open even more.
Once Kiyoomi had bottomed out, Atsumu shuddered in relief, still subconsciously gripping onto Wakatoshi like his life depended on it. Atsumu whimpered as he rocked back and forth slightly, trying to get used to the feeling of two cocks inside of him at once. It hurt, but at the same time, he could feel absolutely everything.
“‘M ready…” He cried out as his hips started rocking faster, his head falling back onto Kiyoomi’s shoulder. Wakatoshi groaned, pulling out at the same time that Kiyoomi did and thrusting back in. Atsumu came right then and then, his release splashing on Wakatoshi’s chest and abs. He moaned weakly, trembling as he came down from his high while the two men were still thrusting into him.
He was so overstimulated that it hurt, but the most he could do was just take it. A reassuring kiss to his shoulder told him that the both of them were close enough that he wouldn’t have to wait any longer.
Wakatoshi came first, spilling deep into Atsumu and pulling out as Kiyoomi thrust in. Cum leaked out of Atsumu’s hole as Kiyoomi pounded into him from behind, holding him up with his arms underneath Atsumu’s armpits. Atsumu thrashed and screamed as Kiyoomi started to reach his high, low groans and grunts falling from his lips just before he came, stilling deep inside of Atsumu. Atsumu let out a low whine, coming again at the feeling of being filled with another load. Kiyoomi pulled out, falling back and letting Atsumu rest on his chest.
“This was fun, Wakatoshi,” Kiyoomi smirked and Wakatoshi glared at him once again before looking back at Atsumu. The blonde boy was so fucked out he could barely move, it was truly a beautiful picture.
“Thank ya, Father,” Atsumu mumbled, falling asleep soon after. Wakatoshi let his head fall back onto the wall, tucking himself back into his pants and massaging his forehead. Kiyoomi laid Atsumu down on the floor, crawling closer to Wakatoshi until their faces were mere inches apart.
He kissed Wakatoshi slowly then, never getting too into it, but it was a kiss all the same. After they had broken apart, Wakatoshi started to feel dizzy, and everything went black around him.
He woke up gasping, with his face flush and his body hot. Was it all a dream? It couldn’t have been, but then again, there was no proof that it wasn’t a dream. Wakatoshi wanted to believe that it was all a dream, but it was too vivid. It all felt wrong. He brushed it off, kneeling on the floor next to his bed and reciting his morning prayers as always. He was assigned to do confession again today, so he felt that a short visit to see the children would clear his mind.
For a few short hours, he played with the children on the field, letting them beat him in soccer and feigning disappointment at his easy defeat. He had been right before. This had successfully cleared his mind from what he had dreamed of the night before.
When he had to leave, all of the children gathered around him, trapping him so that he wouldn’t be able to go until he promised that he would visit again in due time. Wakatoshi’s smile dampened as he started walking back to the church. Though it was a short walk, he wanted to make it longer so that he would have time to dread hearing confessions. It was still something that he hated most of all, but what else could he do? Brother Kageyama, Brother Iwaizumi, and Brother Bokuto were all very busy planning for the next charity event that would take place in a few short weeks.
He settled into the booth, calling in person after person, feeling the weight of their confessions become heavy on his shoulders once again. He checked the time, confessions were almost over. The door to the other side of the booth opened again, and Wakatoshi sighed.
“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned…” Said a familiar voice and Wakatoshi relaxed. The shadows came faster this time, but he didn’t fight them.
He let them take him home.