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Church was Kurt's sanctuary, a place where he could share his woes with no repercussions, yet receive complete understanding and advice. Church was where he felt the safest, even if he had to hide himself in the rafters during mass so that he wouldn’t be seen by others. Church was meant to be a place where he could clear his head and focus.
Why wasn’t that working? Kurt asked himself. He ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. All he wanted was for his thoughts to stop. Ever since the X-men had gotten back from their mission hours ago, he had been at church trying to shake the images from his head. What images? Oh, just the images his mind decided to create of the damn Wolverine underneath him. Kurt buried his head in his hands, teleporting himself upside down on one of the rafters. If the thoughts wouldn’t leave his head, he’d just let the blood run to it and overload his brain instead.
Kurt began murmuring some prayers in German, asking for guidance and help on how to navigate the situation he had found himself in. Sure, he’s looked at Logan for far longer than what was normally acceptable and, yeah, he had caught his tail inching to wrap itself around the older man like it had a mind of its own on numerous occasions, but he had never thought about it for more than a moment.
Now, the only thing he could think of was Logan beneath him, arching up to meet him in a kiss. He'd run his fingers through the man's hair and mess up that carefully styled hairdo and then his tail would wrap around his leg higher and higher and then he'd–
“You in here, bub?” A voice asked, breaking Kurt out of his daydreaming. No, not just a voice. Logan's voice. Why was God doing this to him? He didn't want Logan to see him like this, half-hard and flushed with dirty thoughts. Logan walked down the aisle of the church and stopped at the steps leading up the altar before looking straight up at Kurt. “There you are.”
“Ah–” Kurt disappeared in a flash and reappeared at the altar, using the holy table to block his bottom half from Logan’s gaze. “Hullo, Logan. What are you doing here?” he asked, trying to appear casual.
“You left pretty quickly after that mission, just wanted to make sure you were good. Storm told me that I could find you here.” Logan’s eyes took Kurt in and then narrowed at the blue man’s nervous nature.
“Ja, I’m fine. Just needed to…attend mass.” Kurt fumbled for an excuse.
“Right,” Logan said, looking skeptical, “Cause mass is typically held at 2 in the morning in an empty church,” he responded, sarcastically. Logan cocked his head to the side as he waited for Kurt to explain himself and his lie. Kurt swallowed nervously and tugged at the collar of his uniform.
“Well, I just needed to clear my head,” he admitted, placing his hands on the holy table and fiddling with his fingers. Logan's eyes tracked his movements, almost transfixed.
“Does it help you to do that here?” Kurt nodded.
“Ja, it is a good place to talk to God and ask Him for guidance.”
“I thought you had to do all that through a priest or something,” Logan muttered, looking around the church and spotting the confessional booths.
“Typically, people can pray to God and ask for forgiveness directly, but a priest can provide forgiveness on God's behalf, as well. I suppose it does not matter for me because I am an ordained priest myself,” Kurt admitted, bringing his arm up to scratch the back of his neck, like he was embarrassed about sharing that with Logan.
Logan's eyebrows shot upwards. “Really? I didn't know that.” Logan smirked. “That mean you put on the whole priest outfit?”
“It's liturgical vestments, but yes.” Kurt rolled his eyes, refusing to meet Logan's gaze. Despite their current conversation topic revolving around his holy lifestyle, Kurt couldn't help the dirty thoughts that were popping up. The height difference between him and Logan, especially exacerbated by his position on the raised platform and Logan steps below him, had his mind drifting back to his earlier sentiments. What I wouldn't give to have Logan below me for real, he thought.
“You got a pair with you?” Logan asked, jutting his head up to meet Kurt's wandering eyes.
“W-what?” Kurt blurted out, shocked by the question. “Um, yeah. There's a pair stashed away. Why would you want to see it, though?”
Logan sighed and tapped his fingers against his thigh, likely wishing to light up a cigar. “Humor me,” he finally said, leaving no room for argument. Kurt resigned himself to the potential mockery he would face and poofed away before quickly returning wearing the vestments. Kurt fiddled with his clerical collar, suddenly feeling self-conscious about the whole ordeal. Logan whistled in a low tune. “Well bless me Father, for I have sinned.” The older man laughed out.
“That's not funny,” Kurt muttered, hoping that the candle lights on the altar would disguise the burning blush growing on his face. Logan continued to look him up and down, making Kurt feel like he was a bug under a microscope.
“Gotta say, kid, you pull off the sexy priest look,” Logan said, making his way up the steps to stand on the opposite side of the altar to Kurt. Kurt's eyes grew wide and his tail instinctually froze straight up. Had he heard Logan right?
“S-sexy?” he stuttered. On one hand, he was appalled at how Logan was turning his religion into a blasphemous fetish, but on the other hand, Kurt himself couldn't help the desire that shot through him at Logan's words.
“Mmm,” Logan hummed. The candlelight on the altar casted shadows over his face as he leaned his body weight on the table to stare more intently at Kurt. “I’ll admit, I’ve always had a thing for a man in uniform.” The tone was teasing, yet held some form of truth. Kurt couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Was he dreaming?
“O-oh?” Kurt wasn’t sure how to respond. How does one respond to their newly realized crush potentially coming on to them while they wear traditional religious garments? Be brave and have faith. His inner voice whispered to him. Right, take a chance at something that could make him happy. Kurt steeled himself. “And how would you request your sins be forgiven?” Kurt silently prayed that God would not strike him down for this…foreplay.
Logan laughed, low and raspy, before planting his hands on the holy table and lifting his body onto it. His face was mere inches from Kurt’s when he answered, “You could always fuck the sins out of me.” The words, while utterly shocking, did fill Kurt with a sense of power that he hadn’t fully realized he even possessed.
“You would like that, wouldn’t you?” Kurt asked, pushing his hand against Logan’s chest to push him flat against the table. He took a few seconds to appreciate the feel of the man’s chest underneath him; how rigid and unyielding his muscles were.
“Yes, Father.” Logan smiled and darted his tongue out to wet his lips. The name sent heat directly to Kurt’s dick. He couldn't believe he was actually going to do this, especially in a church.
“Hmm, I suppose we should start with your shirt, then. Naughty heathens do not deserve such luxury,” Kurt said, and began unbuttoning Logan’s shirt. He had changed out of his X-men battlesuit into a flannel, but had forgone the white undershirt he typically paired it with. The bare muscles were enough for Kurt’s tail to go haywire and flit around, which resulted in the appendage knocking over the pillar candles that decorated the altar table. Logan hissed as the hot wax dripped onto his chest and arms.
“Scheiße!” Kurt exclaimed, attempting to wipe the wax off. Logan’s arm shot out and grabbed his own, his breathing more noticeably labored.
“Don’t. I can handle it,” he replied. It was then that Kurt noticed the subtle way that Logan shifted his hips up, almost chasing phantom friction. Oh.
“Ah, is that what I should do, burn the sins out of you?” Kurt hypothetically asked. He was already positioning himself above the older man, as his body leaned over the table to pick up the still-lit candles. His tail began its slow climb up one of Logan’s legs, crawling into his jeans pant leg like his risque thoughts had conjured before. “I want you to repeat after me. Hail Mary, full of grace.”
“Hail Mary, full of grace.” Drip. Logan gasped as the wax burned onto his chest. The sensation was quick, nowhere near the most painful wound he’s ever received, yet it exhilarated him all the same.
“The Lord is with you.”
“The Lord is with you.” Drip. Drip.
“Blessed are you among women and blessed is the fruit of your womb, Jesus.” Kurt tipped the candle at a steadier angle.
“B-blessed are you among women,” Logan panted, “and blessed is the fruit of your womb, Jesusss,” he groaned out at the end as Drip. Drip. Drip. more wax fell.
“Holy Mary, Mother of God. Pray for us sinners.”
“Holy Mary, Mother of God. Pray for us sinners,” Logan repeated, humping the air in an attempt to draw Kurt closer for the friction of their bodies.
“Now and at the hour of our death. Amen.” With his other hand, Kurt made the sign of the cross; his prayer finished.
“Now and at the hour of our death,” Logan sighed, “Amen.” His eyes were rolling up into his head from the sensation as more drops of hot candle wax dripped onto his bare chest. The visuals weren’t helping his horniness, either. The wax was drying into splotches of white, which led Logan to think about a different type of white substance that could be soaked into his skin. “Am I absolved now?” he asked, his tone still cocky despite everything.
“Most certainly not,” Kurt tutted. “If anything, your actions have taught me that you need a more…hands on approach.” Kurt’s eyes were bright with lust as his tail unfurled from Logan’s legs and quickly snapped the button on his jeans open. With rough hands and an eager temper, Kurt shimmied the man’s jeans off of him and threw them to the exalted ground.
In nothing but his grey underwear, Logan was a sight to see. He was panting with exertion, almost on the brink of bliss, which was evident by the cooled wax on his chest and the tent he was pitching. His cock strained against the fabric, and although the light was poor and quickly extinguishing, Kurt could make out the spots of pre-cum that seeped through the front. Yet, there was still that look in his eyes, like he was still in charge. That would have to change. In another quick move, Kurt shucked the underwear down and off.
“Enough of that,” Kurt commanded, letting his fangs shine in the candlelight. “I think it's time I put you in your place.” There was his tail wrapping itself around Logan's cock and giving it slow, agonizing strokes. Logan slammed his head back against the table and groaned.
“Please, please, Kurt.” Kurt tutted and stopped his ministrations. “Father! Please, Father!” Logan cried out as he grabbed the underside of his legs and pulled them apart for Kurt to slot himself between. He did not. Instead he allowed himself the pleasure of seeing the famed Wolverine fall apart in front of him. The man was aching for him; begging for him. Who was Kurt to decline such an obvious sign from God?
“Do you think you deserve pleasure, you heathen?” Kurt commanded, the tip of his tail pressing flat to the head of Logan’s cock. Kurt could feel his own erection becoming a painful reminder. “Do you think that someone as sick as you deserves to feel my heavenly cock? You're so depraved that I bet you'd let me put it in raw.” The words were spilling out of Kurt's mouth faster than he could think of them. He wasn't sure what had come over him, possessed him to act in such a manner on hallowed ground.
“Yes! God, please, fuck me!” Logan cried out, nearing an orgasm. He could take Kurt's dick with no prep, even if it meant tearing his ass. His body would regenerate the tissue, but the pleasure would stick with him.
“God? Is that who I am to you now?” Kurt asked, haughtily. He didn't let Logan answer before he hiked up his cassock and dropped his underwear. His cock sprung free, the tip a deep purple against his typical blue skin. Kurt truly hadn't realized how badly he had wanted this, had wanted to fuck his friend into oblivion for so long. Now, he would finally get to experience it. Kurt leaned into Logan, his lips mere centimeters from the other man’s. “Say it again. Say ‘Forgive me, Father,’” He commanded.
“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned!” Logan called out, desperate to please Kurt. The edging had cut that cockiness straight out of him and all that was left was a cock hungry whore in need of salvation. Kurt smirked.
“Consider yourself absolved.” Kurt lined himself up and began pushing into Logan's tight asshole. Going in dry, there was more resistance than Kurt expected, but it would not sway him from his goal of fucking the older man. Kurt moaned at the sensation of Logan clamping down on him and locking his legs around the man. Logan himself wasn't faring any better. It hurt, more than he'd care to admit, but he was no quitter.
“Come on, baby. Take it all,” Kurt whispered, falling onto his hands on either side of Logan. Caged beneath the man, Logan couldn't help the swell of affection at Kurt and his own undoing. Above him, the midnight black strands of Kurt's hair were plastered against his forehead due to the sweat he had worked up. With a satisfying pop, Kurt bottomed out within the other man.
“Fuck!” Logan cursed and grabbed onto Kurt's shoulders for purchase.
“Absolvement deserves a reward.” Kurt breathed out heavily. He swept down and caught Logan's lips with his own. The kiss, their first kiss, was not one of gentleness, but one of pure lust and wet, hot desire. Logan kissed back just as hard. The church was filled with the sounds of moans and the hard smack of flesh against flesh. Thrust after thrust, Kurt’s cock buried itself deep into Logan. Paired with the sensations of Kurt’s tail caressing his own weeping dick, Logan was close.
“Come for me, darling,” Kurt purred, as he sped his tail up. The friction and constriction had Logan’s body involuntarily seizing with pleasure. Thick ropes of hot cum spurted out of Logan’s cock, but Kurt was not done. He snapped his hips back and forth, fucking Logan through his orgasm and chasing his own. With a mewling moan, Kurt buried himself deep into Logan’s ass before cumming.
Kurt’s tail unwrapped itself from Logan’s cock and grabbed onto the ledge of the table to keep himself up, as he felt the sudden bone-tired ache of exhaustion hit him full force. Both men were panting, as they came down from their orgasms.
“Gotta say, I didn’t expect that from you,” Logan said between pants, his voice raspy and thoroughly fucked. He reached up with one of his hands to cup Kurt’s face, an unusually tender gesture from the reserved man.
“I did not expect it from myself, either,” Kurt sheepishly admitted. He nuzzled the side of his face into Logan’s hand and if Logan wasn’t mistaken, he could hear a deep vibration coming from Kurt’s chest, like a purr.
“Why don’t we get cleaned up and head back to the mansion? I’m sure Chuck is wonderin’ where we’re at.” At least, Logan hoped he was. The last thing he needed was the telepath searching for them and seeing what they’d just done. Kurt leaned back and away from the table, extending his arm out to Logan so he could grab. Logan took it and allowed Kurt to help him off the holy table, now a sin in and of itself.
“Ja, sounds good.” Kurt paused, suddenly bashful. “Could we stop for tacos on the way back?” What a sight to see: a fuzzy blue mutant twiddling his thumbs while wearing a priest outfit, now stained in cum. Logan couldn’t help but laugh.
“Yeah, bub, we can do that.”