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The small church is dimly lit; the scent of aged wood and burning candles thick in the air. Father Jeongin sits in the confessional, fingers pressed against his temples. The rut suppressants had always worked before. Always.
Yet, as soon as a mysterious omega steps into the booth, the scent hit him like a thunderclap. Sweet, warm — lavender and honey like — something he had never smelled before, something divine, yet there was something that makes it strange, it's not the usual sugary scent. The omega is nervous, and this makes the scent bittersweet. He permeated the small booth with his sweet smell; Jeongin can't do anything but force himself to speak and try to keep his wolf under control.
But as he opens his mouth a growl leaves his mouth. Suddenly the omega’s scent spikes in a mix of fear and arousal and Jeongin chokes in his own saliva. He doesn’t event think that the scent suppressants are doing their job. He could slightly smell a minty scent in the air and, considering it was just the two of them, it definitely comes from him.
After an apology to the other man, he asks Seungmin what brings him to his place at such a late hour, trying to force himself to speak. His forehead and neck drenched in sweat.
The omega’s voice is quiet, hesitant. “Father, I… I don’t know what to do.”
Jeongin clenches his fists, willing himself to focus. “What burdens you, my child?” His voice comes out strained, failing to mask his growing tension. The priest wants this to end quickly, he hasn’t had a rut in years, but he cannot mistake the symptoms. He doesn’t know what is happening precisely, Jeongin always takes his medications regularly but now – fuck – he is in rut, and he doesn’t know what to do.
He never really had to do something about it. Ever since he presented as an alpha, he took suppressants because he chose celibacy. He is a priest for fuck’s sake! He is sure that something went wrong, it is impossible that he forgot to take his pills so it must be something that triggered it and, as he takes in once again the omega’s scent, he knows what it is.
Seungmin’s voice too comes out strained when he speaks again, Jeongin doesn’t want to think it’s because of him. Then Seungmin sighs. “It’s stupid. I thought, since a dear friends of mine always comes here to ask for advice, I could too. But now I’m realizing it’s dumb. I don’t even know if I believe in all this.” He lets out a small, nervous laugh. Jeongin thinks he should be offended, or at least bewildered by the idea that a non-believer is there, yet the situation he finds himself in does not allow him to think of anything other than the sweet scent in the air. After a moment of pause, the omega’s voice comes stronger. “It’s about me. About what I want.”
Jeongin swallows hard, his canines pressing into his lower lip. “Go on.”
Seungmin hesitates, then continues, his scent growing stronger, making Jeongin’s breath hitch. “You see father… I’m in my 20s, but I’ve never felt what I’m supposed to feel for an Alpha. Or anyone, really. Shouldn’t I want more? I don’t even know why I’m asking you this.” He laughs again.
Jeongin exhales slowly, his mind clouded with the scent that threatens to drown him. “Desire is complicated,” he says, his voice lower than intended. “It doesn’t always follow the path we expect.”
Seungmin, still, wants to know more. “Have you ever… questioned what you feel?”
A beat passes. “There are times.” Jeongin can feel is head throb. The answer hangs in the air between them. Actually, Jeongin has been in the same situation as the other man before, that’s one of the reasons he chose to become a priest. He couldn’t imagine years later an omega could make him reconsider every choice he took just after a sniff of his scent. Then a growl rumbles low in Jeongin’s throat before he could stop it, again. Seungmin freezes. The silence between them stretches long and heavy.
“Father?” Seungmin’s voice is barely above a whisper.
Jeongin’s body burns. He pushes open the confessional door, stepping out into the dimly lit chapel. Seungmin follows suit and their eyes lock. Jeongin thinks had never seen someone as beautiful as the man in front of him. The man is striking, with puppy-like eyes that hold an unsettling mix of curiosity and defiance. His dark brown hair frames his face in a way that make him look both innocent and knowing at once. His skin is pale and smooth, a stark contrast to the burning heat radiating from his scent.
The only thing that Jeongin wants is to eat him whole. But he can’t and it pains him.
Jeongin starts to walk away, he cannot be there anymore. But the omega follows him, making him come to an alt. He turns around, his irises pitch black, his forehead drenched in sweat and his teeth nipping at his bottom lip. Jeongin is nervous and, if it weren't for the strong scent of mint and freshly cut grass full of arousal that he emanates, the other man would think that the priest has a fever.
When he sees the realization hit Seungmin, Jeongin wants to dig a hole and bury himself alive. “Father.” Seungmin’s tone is assertive. “Your rut…” Jeongin can feel his cock throb as the other man acknowledges the priest’s situation and a long, low growl escapes is mouth. He doesn’t think he can stop himself now; he can feel his wolf taking charge of his body, his head clouded by the desire to enjoy, to be with the omega... to claim him.
In the blink of an eye Jeongin is at the omega's side. He really wants to touch him, but what little lucidity he has left leads him to stop himself. His face is inches away from Seungmin's, his scent even stronger and more unsettling felt up close. Jeongin takes a deep breath, his scent saying everything it needs to be said as he looks straight into Seungmin’s eyes. The omega, however, does not move. He stands there, motionless, returning the alpha's penetrating gaze and this is enough for Jeongin to feel the space in his pants becoming even more limited.
“Please stop me.” Jeongin pleads the man, it looks like it is killing him to be so close to Seungmin. “Please, I beg you, don’t put me through this pain. I can’t take it.” Jeongin whispers, his eyes never leaving Seungmin’s. He expects to see the omega leave, run away from him and this church. He could already imagine never seeing Seungmin again because what would a man, that doesn’t even believe in God, do in a place like this. Yet Seungmin is here now, in a church, and he doesn't seem willing to leave. In fact, Jeongin can smell it in his scent as every trace of nervousness leaves his body to give way to a strong arousal. The alpha clenches his jaw. “I mean it. Stop this pain.”
Seungmin takes a slow step forward instead. Their noses brushing. Jeongin then feels a hand on his cheek and a thumb brushing it. Lastly, he feels lips on his own. The first kiss is desperate, almost bruising. Seungmin gasps, but he doesn’t pull away. Instead, he melts into it, letting Jeongin press him against the cold stone pillar. The priest’s hands tremble as they grip the omega’s waist, fingertips digging in as though he needs to anchor himself before he drowned in desire.
Seungmin whimpers, his hands sliding up Jeongin’s chest. “Father.” He repeats as a mantra as Jeongin mouth is on his neck, trailing kisses towards Seungmin’s scent gland to scent him. He wants the omega to smell like him, he wants their scents to blend together. He won’t stop until the damn church smells like them. Jeongin’s breath comes out ragged. “This isn’t right.” But his actions say otherwise. While he knows that he shouldn’t, but he cannot bring himself to stop to kiss the omega, to lick right where the neck meets the shoulder, to touch the pretty boy in his arms.
“Then why does it feel like it is?” Seungmin whispers, inflaming the passion in the alpha even more. It is sinful. It is inevitable. Jeongin gives in, pulling Seungmin flush against him, their bodies colliding with a force that shakes him to his very core. The sacred walls of the church witness their undoing.
But it is never enough for Jeongin. The kissing, the touching…he wants more. And he is sure he is not the only one, as Seungmin wraps is legs around Jeongin’s waist and starts to move his croch against the latter’s. Still, the alpha needs to hear from him what he wants. As the priest slows down the omega’s movements, a whine escaped the latter’s lips making the former’s dick twitch. “I need to know…” Jeongin takes a long breath. “To know what to do. What do you want. I don’t want you to feel obligated because of my… my situation.” Despite it all, a blush appears on Jeongin’s cheeks and ears.
Seungmin stifles a laugh and Jeongin frowns. Once again, Seungmin’s thumb is caressing the alpha’s cheek feeling a warm sensation beneath his palm. He kisses lightly the priest, in such a way that, after all that happened, makes his head spin. “Father please…take me, use me and make me yours.” This is all it takes Jeongin to carry the omegas’s body to the altar and place him on it.
Soon more sloppy kisses are exchanged, all while their clothes fly all over the place. The priest doesn’t seem to care a bit, all his values flew away the moment Seungmin approached him earlier. Now Jeongin has a very much naked omega in front of him, who looks so needy and makes the priest want to consume him. Make him his, mate him.
Jeongin pulls at his collar to take it off with force, while Seungmin unbuttons his cassock to take it off. It is the only thing that keeps him from feeling the omega's heat against his skin. The only thing stopping him from having the man's scent on him. Once they are both naked, Jeongin, once again, breathes in their combined scent. “Filthy.” Jeongin says. “Fucking filthy.” He takes a moment to admire the masterpiece in front of him. “You are so perfect, my little lamb. So smooth and sweet, makes me want to claim you.” The priest whispers against Seungmin’s ear lobe.
Then he takes a step back and Seungmin lifts his head slightly, quirking an eyebrow silently asking the alpha where he was going. He only answers to wait there, naked on the altar. Jeongin walks to the ambry, in the back, where he keeps the sacred oils. He takes the Oil of Chrism and, once he’s back, asks, “Do you know what this is?” Seungmin only shakes his head, too stunned by the look on the alpha’s face. “It's a sacramental oil. It's used for baptisms and ordinations. It's even used to anoint the walls of a church when it's built.” The priest runs his hands down the smooth of the omega’s hips, feeling him sigh against Jeongin’s touch.
Then, he gasps. Seungmin’s nipples are anointed. He can't hold back his moans; his cock must be aching, the alpha thinks, and soon his slick is going to make the floor slippery. “I'm anointing you now.” The priest informs him. "I'm sanctifying your breasts”.
Jeongin can’t stop the feeling inside of him that tells him to mate the omega, so he bites the man’s skin and then he kisses and licks it. Once again, he finds himself back to Seungmin’s scent gland. He bites it, but not with enough force to claim him and make him his; he can tell though, from the way the omega’s hands pull his hair, that Seungmin likes it and wants more.
Jeongin right hand travels to the omega’s entrance, so wet. He can’t help but grin against the omega’s nipple. Without warning, the alpha inserts a finger inside Seungmin, who stops breathing for a moment. The omega is so loose, it's not long before Jeongin inserts a second finger in. He works his fingers in and out, bending his middle and ring fingers slightly to touch the prostrate of the man beneath him. Meanwhile, his other hand, held Sungmin’s still, above his head. The only movement the omega manages to make is arch his back, so as to be closer to the priest.
Only when he thinks Seungmin is ready enough, Jeongin acknowledges his aching cock, that is throbbing precum from the unholy situation that presents itself before him. He can’t wait anymore; as much as he wants to taste the omega, Jeongin knows that he too can't wait any longer to have his cock inside Seungmin.
He starts moving slowly, too scared to come just from feeling Seungmin’s walls hug his dick so warmly. But his whines tell him to go faster, to go harder. He picks up a steady pace and fucks into Seugmin while his tongue explores the other’s mouth and his hands squeezing the other’s hands as he goes deeper with each thrust.
“You like that? Do you want more, my lamb?” Jeongin says, hardening his thrusts. Seungmin nods frenetically. The priest stops his movements and, without slipping out, turns Seungmin on his stomach; his hands in place on his back and his head facing the main entrance of the church. Jeongin can feel Seungmin squeeze his dick.
For the first time in a while, Seungmin’s voice comes out to moan and warn the alpha. He is close, so close it hurts, and Jeongin would be lying if he said he isn’t too. The omega sobs when he feels Jeongin’s hand coming to pump his dick, the overstimulation being too much. Still, he doesn’t stop the priest.
Both men come after a bit and Jeongin pops a knot. They wait a bit before they can detach and the omega speaks up, hoarse voice from all the moaning, crying and screaming. “Clean me up” he demands, Jeongin finds it hot how, the same man who until a few minutes before was begging to be fucked, now bosses him around. Jeongin can only comply. He wets the first piece of cloth he finds, his stole, with holy water and begins to clean Seungmin with a kindness completely opposite to the way he was pounding the young man before.
“Lamb.” Jeongin says, only to be stopped by the man. “Seungmin. My name is Kim Seungmin.” Jeongin smiles, finding it weird to know the omega’s name only after what they have done. What could he possibly say in this moment that would have any value? That would encompass the rushing torrents of shame and guilt? “I know.” Seungmin whispers. “I'm sorry too.” He gets up and rearranges his clothes. It’s only been a minute since the entire universe was reduced to just them, their noises and their sweat. And now the sanctuary seemed vast and empty.
The church is empty. No one knows what was happening until a moment ago. Jeongin has gotten away with it. And somehow that makes him feel worse.
The two men don't say goodbye. Instead, they look at each other, rumpled and damp, reeking of sex, and then Seungmin leaves without another word. Jeongin slowly makes his way back to the rectory, sticky and hard again and hating himself relentlessly.
After, Jeongin sits alone in the darkness of his chamber, shame coiling in his gut. His body aches, but it is his soul that feels the heaviest. He had broken his vows, betrayed his faith, succumbed to the very instincts he had sworn to control.
He refuses to leave his room, refuses food, and refuses the outside world. He prays and begs God for forgiveness. But the memory of Seungmin’s touch, the way the omega had moaned, is carved too deeply into his being. Jeongin feels so dirty, his secret hunts him still. There is no moment during the day he doesn’t think about what he has done, no night he doesn’t dream about Seungmin’s heavy breaths against his neck and the muffling of his screams.
Several days have passed since the incident. He tried to move forward, to continue his life as before but Jeongin couldn't. After his rut, he celebrated mass as he usually did on Sunday morning. But seeing the faces of the sweet elders listening to his words and worshiping the same god he betrayed, only made him feel worse. That’s why he decided to take a break, faked an illness and locked himself in his room which he hasn't left for days.
And then, a soft knock at the door. A voice follows it. “Father.” The same voice that has been hunting him for days comes from the other side of the door, but Jeongin already knew who is knocking on his door this late at night. Seungmin scent gives him away, although it comes a little bit stronger and sweeter than he remembers. Jeongin doesn’t move. His breath stuck in his throat.
The door creaks open. Jeongin barely has time to react before Seungmin is standing before him, gaze unreadable, but smell so sweet it has the priest’s head spinning. “We need to talk.” he says and Jeongin looks away. “There’s nothing to say.” The alpha answers nervously. Seungmin steps closer, his scent filling the priest’s nostrils. “I think there is.” The omega says looking at him directly in his eyes.
Jeongin feelings of guilt get the better of him and he changes the direction of his gaze. He can't look Seungmin in the eyes if all he can think about is the way the omega was lying beneath him. The way Jeongin's crucifix, dangling over the other man's face, had been blocked by him with his teeth. The way, as the alpha fucked him, Seungmin looked at him with tears in his eyes. It is too much for Jeongin. The priest’s fists clench. “I betrayed everything I swore to uphold.”
Seungmin places a hand over his. “You followed your heart. Isn’t that worth something? You are, too, just a man.” Jeongin closes his eyes, he feels like crying. “I don’t know who I am anymore.” Seungmin cups his cheek, tilting his head up. “Then let’s find out together.”
A moment passes, the only sound echoing in the room is the one the clock produces. Jeongin is trembling, fears in his eyes but a burning passion in his heart. “Ever since I met you-” the alpha says hiding his face in the crook of the omegas’s neck, right where is his scent gland. “I… I’ve never felt this instinct inside of me.” Seungmin is silent and Jeongin is glad, he needs a moment to collect his thoughts. “I never knew what it meant to want to claim someone, not until you came. I think that day my wolf knew it was you.” Jeongin lifts his head and looks at Seungmin. “I think you are my mate, Seungmin.”
If it wasn’t for the strong smell of lavender and honey, Jeongin would have thought he was making a fool of himself. They remain still, until Seungmin decides to break the silence and, smiling, says “I think I've found my alpha in you.” Jeongin, despite the shock, wastes no time and kisses the omega fervently. The privacy of Jeongin's room is the only witness to what is happening between them.
And then they are tangled together again, hands grasping, lips crashing. This time, there is no hesitation. No restraint. No prayers left to be spoken. Jeongin knows what he must do now. This time Seungmin doesn’t leave, Jeongin keeps him flushed against his naked torso. Their heavy breaths mixing together while they cuddle. “What made you come back to me?” The alpha suddenly asks.
“You.” It’s the only answer Seungmin gives, before turning to face him. His chin nuzzled into Jeongin's chest. The alpha doesn’t wait and asks “Was me as a priest or me as a man?” Seungmin smiles half asleep. “It was the way you made me feel.” Then he blushes, Jeongin didn’t think he could fall in love all over again. “I have never felt this way with no one else.” The omega continues.
Jeongin caresses him and Seungmin melts to his touch. Then he sits up. The blanket covering him falls slightly, revealing his torso. Jeongin can see goosebumps forming on his body. “I also came here to tell you that I'm pregnant.” He says looking nervous than ever. Jeongin stops breathing for a moment, frozen by the unexpected news. Then he sees Seungmin crying and the only thing that worries him is being able to calm his omega down. They hug and the alpha releases pheromones to help the omega to calm down, to make him feel his presence.
Jeongin takes Seungmin's head in his hands and kisses him slowly. When they pull away, they both smile. "Seungmin, I think this is the best news you could ever give me."
They will have a lot to talk about. Jeongin made his decision though. From tomorrow he will begin the process to leave his position, the only thing he wants to worry about at the moment is Seungmin and their pup.