Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/6985231. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Underage Category: M/M Fandom: ジョジョの奇妙な冒険_|_JoJo_no_Kimyou_na_Bouken_|_JoJo's_Bizarre_Adventure Relationship: Dio_Brando/Jonathan_Joestar Character: Jonathan_Joestar, Dio_Brando Additional Tags: Religion, Masturbation, Dubious_Consent, Dirty_Talk, Veering_Non-Con, Ambiguous_Demonic_Possession_[?], Underage_-_Freeform Collections: Anonymous Stats: Published: 2016-05-27 Completed: 2016-07-16 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 4250 ****** Confess Your Sins, Dear Child ****** by Anonymous Summary “Forgive me, but… I have depraved thoughts.” Jonathan hears the other shift on his seat in the booth - probably anxious to reveal his sins. “I’d like to get them out of my mind, maybe you can help me… you will, won’t you, Father?” “Of course, don’t be frightened. You’re nervous, aren’t you? It’s alright to be, most are. You can tell me anything.” "But Father, I have sinned so horribly. Of all things, I accuse myself of lust the most.” Notes *I kno nun Dio is The Shit but I made him a choirboy here, Jonathan is a priest See the end of the work for more notes ***** You Draw Me in Like the Devil ***** “Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.” Speaks a child’s voice, familiar - Pastor Jonathan, who sits at the other side of the booth, behind a gilded screen, tenses at once. What sin could one so young have possibly committed to be ridden with such guilt as to attend a confessional? ”This is my first confession. I am a choirboy here at your church.” Jonathan laces his fingers together, his heart pounding, he asks softly,      “What ails you, child? Why have you come to seek forgiveness?”      “Forgive me, but… I have depraved thoughts.” Jonathan hears the other shift on his seat in the booth - most definitely anxious to reveal his sins. “I would like to get them out of my mind, perhaps you may help me, listen to what I have to say… you will, won’t you, Father?”      “Of course, don not be frightened. You are nervous, aren’t you? It’s alright to be, most are. You can tell me anything. God loves all, and will always give you the chance to seek His forgiveness.”      “But Father, I have sinned so horribly. Of all things, I accuse myself of lust the most.”      Jonathan can’t help the silent gasp that escapes him, a hand covering his mouth. Lust?  In a child? A sob starts besides him, and he thinks that the boy has moved closer to the screen. The choirboy continues in a voice that sounds akin to what Jonathan feels may be an angel’s ethereal sigh; making his skin prickle,      “Oh, I am corrupt, and so depraved.”      “Please, don’t cry, dear,” The pastor finds himself saying gently. He looks to the screen, through it, and makes out a small figure standing before it, the dim light from behind only enough to make the boy’s golden hair apparent. It glimmers familiarly as the choirboy tilts his head, releasing a quiet sniffle. There’s a moment of silence, before Jonathan speaks in a hushed tone, “No matter how terrible, you can always share your thoughts with me. I promise to listen until you feel you are done, and to keep whatever’s spoken between only you and I, and God.”      “Thank you, Father.” The boy says, and Jonathan smiles to himself, finding contentment in the other’s beautiful voice. “My thoughts all center around a man.”       And Jonathan’s smile fades. A man?  This child lusts, after the same sex, and to top it off, he lusts after an adult - the priest swallows thickly, his gaze darting to the side. “Indeed, these are corrupt thoughts.”      “Oh, but Father, he is not just any man. He’s well-known… and everyone loves him. I love him too.”      “Love? My, I think you’re too young for-”      “--But it’s true, I love him so dearly. He is kind and has the most gentle touch; it makes my skin burn. Everyone knows him. Ohh, he has the most beautiful, blue eyes, I can never tear my gaze away from them; they draw me in like the Devil.”      “-Like the Devil? That is a serious accusation-”      “They do, though. When they meet my gaze I feel so, so uncomfortably warm,” The boy continues in a heated whisper, and he rests his pale hands on the screen and fingers at the holes in it, “I can’t control myself, I begin to wonder how I’d feel if they traveled down my body-”      “--Perhaps this would be easiest,” Jonathan interrupts loudly, then follows in a quieter tone, “If you tell me what you’ve done. Have you acted on these thoughts?”      “Oh, no, Father. I’m not seeking penance for what I’ve done. I’m asking for forgiveness for what I’m about to do.” The screen rattles lightly as a small frame presses up against it, releasing a quiet sigh.      “That’s not how this works; what is it exactly that you are going to do?” Jonathan’s hands grip tightly at one another, he looks up to the shadowed child; worried, disgusted, curious- and he swears his heart stops when he hears,      “I’m going to make that man cum for me. And he’s sitting right before me, how convenient - oh, and he’s not going to leave until I feel that I am done, isn’t that what he promised? Right, Father?”      He blanches, turning cold, even in the humid air of the candle-lit booth. He feels the hairs on the back of his neck rise. Aghast, he backs away in his chair, away from the screen. He trembles, “What in God’s name-”      “I will continue my thoughts now. You see, very often, I say goodbye to this man, just as the other choirboys do. He is so sweet to me, and he pats my head… I wish he’d play with my hair, twirl it around his thick finger...”      “Please, this is only for confessions-”      “Ah, but I am confessing. I’m admitting that I am a bad, bad boy. That I think about this man’s cock every night and that I touch my own, wishing my hand were his. How small I'd be to him... how, mmm... large... he'd be when he fucks me... When I sing and he watches over me and the other boys, I wish he’d only look at me, undress me with his eyes as I do him. Ohh, I imagine that he has just the most divine body. I want to crawl under his robes and-”      “Stop!” Jonathan cries, standing, he rests his palms against the screen. “Stop this, please, did you not come for forgiveness? Please, my child, let me pray with you - you need to stop thinking these obscene thoughts!”      There’s a minute of strained silence before the child speaks again, in a softer voice. “I think of pulling down his undergarments enough for his prick to come out, and it’d be erect, for me, hot and sparkling with his arousal, and I’d take it into my mouth. We would be hiding in his room and no one would know that I’m there…” He continues, and his words almost start to sound like a suggestion to Jonathan’s ears, “I would be hiding under his desk. I’d lick at the head of his cock first, because I’ve always wanted to taste it. I imagine I will like it - when he begs for me I’ll take him into my mouth, and let him move however he pleases. I want him to enjoy it as much as I would. When I start blowing him he’d orgasm then, because he’s a virgin - isn’t he? I want to swallow his white seed and feel it slide down my tender throat-”      “Stop,” Jonathan pleads in a whine, shutting his eyes tightly, he balls his hands into fists. “That’s-- oh, it's disgusting, st-stop,” And he finally spills a tear, and although what he’s hearing is so incredibly sinful, sickening, it arouses him. God in Heaven have mercy, why is this so? “Please, seek forgiveness in-”      “I will once I’m done. Now sit down and listen to me, because that’s not all  I think about, Pastor Jonathan...”      Despite himself, Jonathan takes a seat, his skin both flushed and crawling.      Whispering soothingly, the other adds, and Jonathan can hear the smirk in his voice, “His cum would feel unimaginably good in my mouth, warm from his body and white, I can almost taste it now with you in front of me... but then I couldn’t help but think how it’d feel up my-”      Jonathan’s shoulders tremble with emotion, with which he can’t tell - but the erection in his pants grows, and he feels so ashamed, horrified, mortified -      “I want him to take me any way pleases, in all the ways he pleases. But first, he’d want something simple - I’d lay on my back in his bed as he kisses my chest, before he spreads my legs and edges his hot cock into my hole. He’d begin fucking me, and I’d beg him for more; saying, Oh, God, please, Father Jonathan! Yes, please, don’t stop! Mmn~!”      Jonathan faces away then, the blush that reaches his ears visible. The choirboy; Dio, continues, sultry, “He’d look away, bashful, because my words provoke him,” The boy begins to pant, his hands leaving the screen to unfasten his belt which clinks all too loudly in the confined space, “He’d say, Dio, don’t speak, don’t make me think of what I’m doing. But then I’d tell him it’s alright. Indulging is good for you,” Dio laughs quietly, “You’re hard, Father, aren’t you? I can see it tenting your robes.”      The priest seems speechless, his thighs and hips twitching every so often, his hands gripped together. Dio hums, pressing a hand to the screen, “Wouldn’t you want to touch me, Father? I assure you I’m as soft as any woman…”      “No-”      “I am. I could lead you if you are hesitant, my hands on yours, guiding them; I imagine your hands are very warm, so big and strong... Mmm…” Dio sighs and moans, his hand slipping into his pants, he begins stroking himself, “You can touch me here, anywhere. Ah, Father Jonathan, how great my need for you is. My want for you to touch me, to kiss me and hold me close, ohh,” Dio kisses the screen that separates them, and finally Jonathan stands, breathing deeply.      “I ask that you please, stop, and- and pray with me,” - but his pleas are so very useless.       And Dio laughs. “You’re desperate to hide that you love this, aren’t you? You’re so close, let me help you. When I lead your hands over my bare chest,”      “Please-!”      “I’ll rest them over my nipples. You would play with them, because you’re a virgin,” The word comes out as something of an insult, “And then I'll pull you down, down, so that I can bring your mouth to my chest. You will kneel before me, aroused, and kiss and suck-”      “Oh, please, stop!” Jonathan sobs, dropping to his knees, he doubles over, clinging to the wooden wall that rests under the screen. Hidden tears streak down his face, and his hips move, out of his control; rolling against nothing, seeking friction,      “I’ll push your head lower, and make you face my erection. I’ll stroke your face gently and encourage you just as much, hooking my thumb into your mouth to open it and pull you in toward me. Ahh,” Dio grinds against his hand, reaching his orgasm, he speaks breathlessly, “You would enjoy pleasing me so much you’d spill untouched.”      And Jonathan does - he feels an ecstasy he never knew existed then, in his groin, his cum staining his undergarments and robes, he orgasms his first, untouched, from Dio’s words alone. He moans softly, into his clothed forearm, he begins to cry in earnest. When Jonathan recovers he stands, and immediately makes for the door, fleeing. He’s hardly taken two steps into the main hall before Dio’s joyful voice stops him.     "Father! My act of contrition--" He calls, stepping out of the confessional booth.     Jonathan hesitates, turning to watch the boy. Dio speaks softly, with the audacityto use a seductive tone, "My God, I am sorry for my sins with all my heart. In choosing to do wrong and failing to do good, I have sinned against you whom I should love above all things. I firmly intend, with your help, to do penance, to sin no more, and to avoid whatever leads me to sin. Our Savior Jesus Christ suffered and died for us.--"      The priest can bare to hear no more, and runs to the doors, slamming them open,      "In his name, my God, have mercy." ***** All Have Sinned and Fallen Short of the Glory of God ***** Chapter Summary Day[s] later; Dio goes back to Father Jonathan to atone for the things he'd done, last they spoke. Jonathan agrees and offers to pray alone with Dio. Things Do Not Go According To Plan, however Chapter Notes Alternative title: "I Find It Kinda Funny, I Find It Kinda Sad, The Times In Which I'm Sinning Are The Best I've Ever Had" For those of you who wanted more, Ask and Ye Shall Receive ♡ See the end of the chapter for more notes      “You don’t have to be so quiet.” Jonathan ceases his steps in the hall before the main service room. He turns, looking to Dio who had been following him, he holds his bible to his chest. “I do sincerely hope that you plan on entering this holy room with the intent of atoning for your sins, my dear child. If you do not… please, I ask that you refrain from passing through these doors.”      “Yes, Pastor Jonathan.” Dio says, his brows upturned as a gentle smile graces his lips. “Truly, I know not of what overcame me last we spoke. I am so, so sorry for what I’ve said… done, how severely I must have upset you.” He looks down, a tear rolling down his cheek, his smile quivers. “I think I may have been possessed from the start, that day. Please,” He looks up to Jonathan, taking a step forward, he grabs onto the man’s black cassock, gripping it in his delicate, pale hands. “Please, Father, help me pray. My guilt haunts me every second of every day, and I fear the Devil is at my heels!”      “Oh dear!” Jonathan gasps, pity over taking him. The child’s slender arms abruptly wrap around his middle for a hug, and although hesitant, Jonathan wraps an arm around Dio, holding him close in an attempt to comfort him. “Dio, don’t cry. The Lord will most certainly hear your pleas, for you are innocent - aren’t you?” Jonathan lowers and Dio steps back, sniffling. Jonathan kneels before him with a reassuring smile, setting his bible on his lap as he speaks, “I knew you weren’t to blame, fret not.” He tenderly wipes away the tears that cling to long, dark eyelashes.      Dio continues to pout, talking in a hushed, whine-lilted voice, “I am shamed, weak-souled and weak-minded. How could I have let this happen to me? I have failed the Lord as a member of this holy place...”      Jonathan titters, taking out a handkerchief to rid the boy’s face of his new, warm tears. “My angel, you aren’t suited for such a face! Smile; for today it will be just the two of us, alright? Will that make you feel better? I’ll pray with you for as long as you’d like, whatever I can do to help you, I promise I will try my utmost.”      Finally he gets a smile. Dio nods, letting Jonathan take his hand and lead him into the service room. Jonathan turns a sign on the door, letting it be known not to disturb them - the prayer he had in mind would require privacy with only he, Dio, and the Lord, after all.      “All have sinned and fallen short of the glory of God, little one.” Jonathan begins, taking a seat at a pew. Dio sits next to him, expectant. Jonathan sets his bible beside him, and turns to Dio, taking his hands in his. “Don’t stress. God surely has a plan for you, like He has for all of His children. For you and I alike, we live to serve and love Him as He loves us - do you trust in this, Dio?”      “Oh, yes Father, with all my heart.” Dio enthuses, lifting his hands with Jonathan’s, he edges closer, his smile growing. “Pray with me so that I may relieve myself of my sins, do good and sin no more.”      “Yes.” Jonathan voices softly, smiling. Dio stands then, only to kneel before Jonathan, who gives him an apprehensive gaze.      “I would like to show my loyalty to the Lord, and kneel before Him.”      “Ah,” Jonathan nods, and he lets Dio move his hands so that they cup his own larger ones. “You may find it best to kneel before the altar, then... before me, seems quite… unfitting.”      Dio only hums dismissively, and Jonathan lets out an amused noise before shifting forward a bit. “Now, close your eyes and I will begin your prayer for you.”      “Yes.” Dio sighs, closing his eyes. “Close your eyes, too, Father. Let it be sacred; this banishment of sin and renewal of my holy vows.”      Jonathan hums, doing so. “Repeat after me, dear.” He begins, so completely immersed in his prayer, that he does not take notice when Dio's hands no longer rest atop his own. “Father, I know that I have broken your laws and that my sins have separated me from you.”      “Father,” Dio repeats, opening his eyes, he slowly unbuttons the pastor’s cassock, only up to his waist. “I know that I have broken your laws,” He gently places his palms on Jonathan’s knees, gradually spreading them. “...and that my sins have separated me from you.”      “I am truly sorry, and now I-” Jonathan’s words lower before he halts his prayer - when he feels a warm hand rest and press down on his crotch. His eyes snap open, and he half-suppresses a shriek, jumping in his seat when he sees Dio pressed against him, nuzzling between his legs. “My word, Dio! What are you doing!” He instinctively tries to close his legs, appalled, but Dio doesn’t back away, and Jonathan doesn’t want to hurt the child.      “Don’t resist me.” Dio whispers, unbuttoning Jonathan’s slacks and pulling them down a bit. Jonathan sputters, aghast and momentarily speechless - had he been tricked? By the Devil, no doubt -- had Dio truly been possessed?      “No, get away! You- Dio-- please!” He grabs at the child’s hands that grip at the rim of his undergarments, which are in the process of pulling them down. “Dio, please, restrain yourself. Resist the Devil’s temptation-”      “I can’t any longer when you speak so kindly to me.” Dio presses his face to the man’s pristine, white drawers, and Jonathan’s cheeks turn pink. He releases soft gasps, shocked. “You’re so kind, Father Jonathan. Even now…” Dio opens his mouth, breathing hot air against Jonathan’s clothed member, he begins mouthing at it. Jonathan flushes, a spark of pleasure running through him as his heart pounds. His grasp on Dio’s hands weakens, his kind heart telling him not to use force.      “Stop… I beg of you, please, stop.” He wants to resist, but the foreign pleasure he feels -- he finds himself too curious to cease the boy’s movement, as his undergarments are unbuttoned and his erect cock is taken into soft hands. He gives a pitched sigh before rolling his head back, his hips jerking when slippery lips press sweet, light kisses to his arousal. His hands recede and instead take hold of the pew, holding onto it tightly - he shouts an “Ah!” when his cock enters the heat of Dio’s small mouth, which sucks noisily and is so wet. The noises make him remember himself, and he sits up, unable to stop the tears that brim his pale blue eyes with shame.      Dio pulls away, licking his lips. “Oh, Christ, stop! I can’t- we can’t--” Jonathan shouts, body trembling as he breathes heavily, his lips parted, but Dio only smiles, a smile far too angelic for his actions. He fondles the man’s thighs, looking into his beautiful, blue eyes. He leans close and kisses at the quivering, clothed and sensitive skin, from above Jonathan’s knee upward.      “Let me please you, Father, that’s all I want.” He whispers, kissing higher, “I want to make you cum,” he kisses his inner thigh. “I want to taste your seed.” Dio sighs sensually before he licks at the base of Jonathan’s cock, which drips with precum that rolls down the length, “I want you to fuck me.” His tongue laps up the underside, collecting the precum, and when he swallows he moans. He holds Jonathan’s thick thighs apart as he kisses down and up his dick before taking the head of it into his mouth again, and Jonathan, in a beguiled gaze, watches Dio’s beautifully red lips stretch to accommodate the girth.      “No- this is-- ah - this is sin,” Jonathan pants, keening, his muscles tense. His abdomen strains when Dio’s fingers wrap around his dick and begin jerking him off, sweet, soft sighs and moans reaching his ears and vibrating against him.      “Ohh… don’t-… s-stop, please…” Jonathan pleads, his tears falling, his head rolls back again. Dio pulls back and kisses and sucks at the head of his cock, and that’s when Jonathan ejaculates, his hips lurching and his seed filling Dio’s mouth. Dio swallows it eagerly. When he’s finished he sits back with a satisfied smile before standing.      Jonathan looks to him, dazed, his eyes glistening with tears and his brow knitted. “Nothing more, please... I-I can’t bear anything more.” His normally tan cheeks are red, and Dio, whatever slight pity he may feel, cannot stop the desire he feels to corrupt Jonathan more.      He swiftly opens Jonathan’s cassock fully, the buttons unbuttoning themselves, and Jonathan shrieks. “No, please,” He cries, trying to pull his cassock closed, but Dio’s hands that unbutton his dress shirt prevent him. Though even now, Jonathan’s protests against him are weak. Dio throws open Jonathan’s dress shirt, his sash falling from his neck.      “Shh…” The child coos, lifting his red cassock and white surplice. Jonathan’s eyes widen when he looks down and sees that Dio is wearing nothing underneath. He knows what he intends and he blushes with mortification.      “Fornication… that’s- that’s immoral!”      “Tsk, tsk, Father. You and everyone else who attends this soirée of yours have your morals confused.” Dio sits himself on Jonathan’s thick thighs, pressing his small (in length) erection flush against Jonathan’s nude abdomen. “As though you detest pleasure.”      Jonathan hyperventilates, his face contorted into an expression of revolt and pleading, he looks from where Dio’s heated cock presses against him, to Dio’s citrus eyes. He opens his mouth to speak but Dio speaks first.      “You can’t resist me.” He whispers, leaning forward, he rests his cheek against the man’s chest and grabs his pecs. Jonathan jumps, and from being scandalously groped, his cock begins to erect again. He whimpers, only to cringe when Dio thrusts against him in consequence. Dio moans, “I’m going to make you fuck me so hard. You’re going to stretch me,” He kisses Jonathan’s perky nipple and begins rubbing himself off on his hot, toned abdomen, “nice,” he kisses his neck, “and,” before finally bringing his lips to Jonathan’s larger, plumper ones. “wide.”      Hot tears spill down Jonathan cheeks, his hands once more gripping at the pew. He speaks desperately, hoping his words may persuade Dio, as he can’t bring himself to push him away - something inside him doesn’twantDio to stop. “I beg of you, stop…” He sobs, “Committing such a sin would- w-would ruin me to the Lord.”      Dio glides his parted lips against Jonathan’s now wet ones as he grinds against him, his hand reaching behind him to grab the man’s cock without a second thought. “Then stop me. Push me away,” He sits up on his knees and positions Jonathan’s dripping arousal at his hole, “Tell me how disgusting I am, how wicked I am for tempting you.” He slides it across the crack of his ass, teasing, nuzzling his face against Jonathan’s neck which he wraps his other arm around. “How I’ve strayed you from the path of God and how I deserve punishment.”      “I--” Jonathan cries, and he gasps when Dio takes his hand and slaps it onto his ass, the sound echoing throughout the holy room, and Dio makes him feel just how his cock forces its way past the ring of muscle of his small entrance. The boy lets out a loud whine, completely unprepared but he doesn’t care in the least. His eyes water but he doesn’t cry, too blissed, he slides Jonathan’s cock in and out little by little, adjusting himself. By some sick miracle, he doesn’t tear. Jonathan bites into his lip when Dio begins to moan, sinking deeper onto his lap,      “Ah, ahh, fuck me, Father!”     Jonathan buries his face against the child’s neck, ashamed, and despite himself; he wraps his muscular arms around Dio’s small frame, holding him tight, and begins thrusting into him. Dio’s arms hold him in a grip like that of a vice around his neck, his moans and pleas falling right into the priest’s ear as he bounces in his lap. The thick, erect length sliding in and out of him feels delightful, so slick with precum, it rubs against his sweet spot perfectly. “Cum inside me, ohh, please..!”     The way Dio’s undersized cock slips with precum against his stomach, the way he releases hot breaths laden with sighs against him, and the tight heat of his ass squeezing around his cock all build and with the addition of those obscene words - they make Jonathan orgasm, holding Dio close in his arms, he holds him in place as he shoots his sizable load inside him, filling him nicely. He feels Dio’s back arch against his palm, and he shudders at the noise the boy makes.     With his breathing labored he holds still, stunned, but he jolts back when Dio takes his hand and wraps it around his cock. It’s erect and hot and feels so wrong but Dio doesn’t have to say anything before Jonathan starts stroking it. Dio leans back, moaning softly. “Not so softly, Father… tighter…”     Jonathan obliges, squeezing a bit more, he jerks him off until he ejaculates - it lands in warm spurts against his bare chest which jumps minutely at the contact. More tears roll down his cheeks and he whispers, “I am spoilt, you… Dio, what have you done to me? I cannot fathom the Dio I know has done this -- it simply cannot be. Who are you who has corrupted me?”     Dio smiles, wiping away Jonathan's tears as gently as the man had his own tears earlier. He backs away and stands, lifting his cassock and letting Jonathan watch as his cum slides down his thighs before Dio wipes it up with a finger and licks it.     “It is only I, Dio.” Chapter End Notes Thank you M for proof-reading. P.S. I'm actually sort of agnostic & really I'm sorry if this has ruined anything for u if u are religious End Notes there's a blatant reference to Daredevil in here Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!