Disclaimer: Trinity Blood and its characters DO NOT belong to me. Strictly speaking, I am not sure whether my characters can even be considered canon.

Heavy M warning for coarse language, yaoi, incest and blasphemy in the House of God? Isaak goes to confession over his relationship with Dietrich. Isaak x Dietrich x William?

Saints and Sinners – part 1

“Eh? The Father’s sleeping in the front pew… with his fly open…” A cheeky choirboy poked his fellow, who immediately giggled to the choirmaster’s annoyance.

“Fess up, lads. Which one of you slipped him a mickey?” the choirmaster of St Gilbert’s grumbled. The church was in a rough neighbourhood and its turnover rate of priests was a national high. They were lucky to persuade the travelling priest to stay for the coming Easter Mass. The lads’ perchance for pranks did not make things easier. The last priest, Father Karl, awoke one morning in the church’s schoolroom to find the furniture nailed to the ceiling, courtesy of the choir.

“Aw, we’s only mickey ’em foreign priests. Father Willie’s Albionian born ‘en bred, guv. Why’s we wanna mickey him?”

“For the love of Christ, pass me a cloth, lad, before Ma Flo comes to clean…” The priest’s eyes fluttered. With a groan, Father William Walter Wordsworth sat up. Morning. He must prepare for the morning service. He looked down at his lap, then up. Becoming aware of the eyes of a dozen choirboys and their choirmaster, his hands immediately covered his crotch. He prayed no one would ask about those dried stains on his pants.

“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned…” he muttered hastily under his breath before retreating to the backroom. He couldn’t recall how he came to be sleeping on the pew with his fly open. Something terrible had happened last night. It chilled him just thinking about it, though he could not remember exactly what.

That night before…

Confessional duty. William stretched his legs in the cramped box. If there was one thing all the AX priests agreed on, it was the tedious chore of confessional duty, be it in Rome or in some church they were temporarily despatched to as part of their duties. Personally, William was looking forward to the tenure he had secured at the Rome University. For now, he has to serve out his duties in this parish, listening to the myriad sins and absolving the penitents…

For a neighbourhood of St Gilbert’s reputation, William was surprised by how mundane the inhabitants’ confessed sins were. Adultery, petty theft, pickpocketing… maybe sacred seal of the confession or not, folks are reluctant to confess murder. Which saved him the dreaded moral dilemma that some of his less fortunate colleagues had undergone. Once in Flanders, a man had confessed to the serial kidnap, rape and murder of young girls to a travelling priest during confession. That travelling priest was an eighteen-year-old Hugue de Watteau. Young Hugue did not break the seal of confession though. Instead, he broke a few things until the scumbag was glad to confess before the local police to escape further pain. William bit back a grin at the memory. Caterina had been openly aghast at Hugue’s behaviour, but behind closed doors, she agreed with it wholeheartedly.

He absolved a fishwife for her sin of gluttony and waited. It was late. If there were no further penitents, he would return to his room…

“Father, I have sinned…” Another penitent. A man with a slight German accent.

“What are your sins, my son?” William rattled off the old script, going through the motions.

“Incest. With my kid brother.”

William involuntarily sucked in his breath. His heart sank to his feet. The atmosphere suddenly seemed almost oppressive. The penitent rattled on.

“It has always been just the two of us since he was seven. I first raped him when he was about ten. He’s too beautiful. I can’t help myself. Almost every night, I drag him out from wherever he’s hiding and ram it into him. He hates it because I tear him apart doing him. Sometimes, I rip him up so bad, he can’t leave his bed. He kicks up an awful din when I do him so I gag and tie him up… And the neighbours needn’t know. I love it when he is in pain…”

William’s breath caught. He was dealing with a paedophile of the worst kind.

“He’s learning to be a good little boy whore now. He’s unbelievably limber. You never guess at the positions I have taken him in and the things I have raped him with…” There was no hint of remorse in this confession, only a perverted lust. William seriously pondered if punching the lights out of this penitent would be justified. The voice bothered him. It was familiar. He had heard it before, somewhere…

“I have no intention of stopping. In fact, I will go do him again after I’m done here…” That did it. William clenched his fists and stormed out. He yanked back the curtain so hard, the fabric tore.

“Hello, William,” Isaac Butler smirked at him and lit up a cigarillo. “It has been a while, hasn’t it, old chap?”

“Isaac?” William squeaked, His mind trawling back, two, three years to his days at Londinium University. Isaac, young, charismatic, intelligent… And his kid brother, Dean, a pale, polite boy with impeccable manners. William had often loaned his books to the pair due to their supposed financial difficulties. Now, he felt sick thinking of how Isaac abused that poor child.

“Isaac Butler, you swine!” William threw a punch at the smiling Isaak, only to have his fist pulled back by invisible strings.

“Tut-tut, Isaak… You promised to wait for me…” Dressed in his Orden uniform, Dietrich pouted as he strolled down the central aisle. He tugged on his strings, forcing William away from Isaak. Isaak stepped out of the confessional.

“I have to confess some things to you, Willie,” Isaak took the lit cigarillo in his hand. “First, my name is not Isaac Butler. It is Isaac Fernand von Kampfer. Secondly, I am a vampire and this boy,” he pulled Dietrich close and sank his fangs into the boy’s neck, drawing blood and licking the red droplets that oozed out. The brown-haired boy trembled and moaned. He was almost swooning when Isaak stopped licking. “Is Dietrich von Lohengrin, a boy I have selected from the gutter for my personal amusement.”

“You fiend!” William growled and lunged for Isaak, only to be pulled short.

“Let the good Father have a seat, Di.” The boy made some gesture in the air and William found himself strangely compelled to sit down on the front pew. Isaak sat next to him. Dietrich sat on his other side. How old was he? Fourteen? The boy was obviously still a minor.

“Now, Di, show the Father what a good altar boy you are…” Isaak blew acrid smoke into William’s face. The priest coughed. With a nod, Dietrich’s hand burrowed into the folds of the cassock. “He is skilled, isn’t he? I made him everything he is today,” Isaak continued smoothly. Dietrich smiled as his nimble fingers teased.

William choked back a groan. His groin felt sore. He shoved against the tiny hand pleasuring him to the pair’s delight. The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak… The priest prayed for forgiveness.

Author’s Note:

Another smutty little darkfic from me. Yes, William’s going to have some serious issues about this.

Honestly, can anyone picture any of the AX priests doing confession duty? Maybe Father Vaclav and William might put up with it. But Leon and Hugue?