So, welcome back to "God, please, forgive me". Here we are in the second and last chapter! I just wanted to thank all the readers which have favourited the story and even the author, you are all so cute and made me want to upload this one even faster! And special thanks for the reviews via PM or via comment I received, they have encouraged me a lot. I'm not going to make you waste more time in this introduction, so finally thank you and enjoy the last chapter of "God, please, forgive me".

CHAPTER 2

He still thinks about that first time. The first time he discovered he wanted to fuck Father Sherlock. The first time he had a wank thinking about him. The first time he forgot his votes and his duties as a priest. The first time he knew he was slowly falling in love with Sherlock.

That time hasn't been the last one. A long list of secret fantasies between him and his companion is still hidden in his mind. He has imagined the soft lips of the taller priest against his, the warmth of his mouth, the smell of his hair, the sensation of being inside him, so tight... I should stop this before "the thing" in my underwear starts growing more he thinks. Yes, of course, as you can deduce, he's still attractted to him, and he will be for quite a long time, obviously.

It's been two hours since he had talked to those sweet women and he knows what he has to do next, but after remembering about all the whole first time he... erm... you know what, he isn't able to see anyone. It hadn't helped too much... The thoughts are free in my mind now, it's going to be very hard to keep them in order and shut with him around. But there's no other way, I have to act as normal as possible. Without anymore hesitation he walks to Sherlock's office, trying to resist the temptation of slamming the door behind him, catch the younger priest face between his hands and kiss him passionately. He knocks twice.

"Come in, John".

The voice... Watson! Keep calm!

"Finally you've come. I thought you forgot about me, Father" says Sherlock with his deep voice, looking sharply at the blonde priest. As if I could... secretely thinks John.

"Sorry, those ladies stayed longer than usual, they entertained me more than other days".

"Oh, you don't need anyone to entertain you in fact, do you?" spice and sexiness were in the grey eyed priest. Trying to ignore that direct indirect, Father John says:

"So, you told me you wanted help with the lecture, yes?"

"Yes, just give me a second, John. I've got it in the cupboard" and he walks to the cupboard positioned next to the shorter man, breaking the eye contact between them but giving Father John the privilege of enjoying a very good view. Sherlock's bum is there, in front of his face, looking so good, so touchable. John's breathing goes wild again. He has to control himself. He has to stop this. But it's something he can't deny... "How much time are you going to be able to avoid what you feel about me?" the younger priest words sound in his mind, stronger than ever. He can't stand it anymore. Yes, it goes against his votes, against his faith, against all his duties as a priest and son of God. But he's, at the end of all, a man, with limits and weaknesses. And he has been avoiding the devil for a long time. Now it's the time he allows him to drive him blindly to a paradise full of pleasure and lust. He wants to feel his own body on fire, his eyes closed in pure extasis, let his hands touch that delicious white skin which is always shouting to him: touch me, take me. He wants to be a sinnerman with an only sin: a sin named Sherlock Fucking Holmes.

The grey-eyed priest is still trying to find his lecture when he feels a warm touch in the little of his back, near his bum. Then, the pressure of Father John's erection makes its aparition, making Sherlock's face look fully surprised. A hot breath in his ear:

"I can't avoid it anymore. That's the answer. I can't. I'm saying it with my whole body, Father" whispers John sensually, feeling the arousal in his voice. The younger priest chest is moving fast, showing his dificulties with the air. A gasp escaped his mouth when the blonde priest's hand moved to the front bottom part of his cassock, slightly touching the bulge the younger man already had between his legs.

"I would have taken you in that very moment, the first time we met. Or that day when you made me nearly go crazy. Or in every lecture you have done, in the same altar. I have been controlling myself so badly because... Because this is supposed to not be correct in our life style. But the fantasies of taking you over and over until I die of pleasure haven't stopped. Ever. But, oh, God forgives me, I can't stand this anymore. I want to fuck you like an animal. I want to feel you from the inside. I want to take you right here, right now , Father Holmes" finally said John, waiting silently to his companion, who was still trying to compute that information in his hard drive. The shorter man, then, buckles a little his hips and hands, making both men moan quite loudly.

"I-I thought you'd never open your eyes" says Father Sherlock with a low baritone tone John has never listened before. His cock twitches under the fabric with the sound of that voice.

"God, Sherlock" escapes from his mouth while he buries his nose in Sherlock's curls.

"The-e church is... ugh... closed, isn't it?" asks Father Sherlock.

"Mmm... yes, it is. There's no danger of being discovered" answers John, bitting Sherlock's earlobe and receiving a long moan from his mate.

"Good". Sherlock turns his whole body, staying close as hell, face to face, with the shorter man. "Because I don't want anybody who isn't me or you to discover heaven". With these words he crashes his lips against John's, kissing hungrily, letting their hands go wild, touching every inch of them, wanting for more. John's tongue runs through Sherlock's upper lip, asking for access to his whole mouth, and letting him explore it, playing with the other's tongue too, making them both groan in their kiss. Sherlock's hand grips tightly John's hair. John's take Sherlock's hip, making the distance between their bodies disappear and taking the control of the situation. Whithout breaking the hungry kisses, he starts walking to the table, making both of them move. With a quickly movement of his arms, the ex-army doctor makes the younger priest sit on the table and spread his legs, making John closer and far more comfortable, sending hot waves of pleasure through the men's bodies with the mere contact.

"I-I want you. Oh, John, I want you so badly..." sighs desesperately Sherlock into John's ear while he increases his grip in the blonde hair of the priest. Sweet pain... the words send shivers down his spine. Another kiss lets his lips go wild, meanwhile his hands try to strip Father Sherlock without shaking, but it's impossible without breaking the contact between them. John stops kissing Sherlock, resting his forehead on the other's, trying to calm his pulse to take off Sherlock's clothes successfully. Both of them smile, half tenderly, half in anticipation of what they know it's going to happen. The shorter man places his hands in Sherlock's thighs and takes the fabric between his fingers, pushing it up, starting to discover the elegant and beautiful pale skin that black cloth was hidding. A few seconds after, the cassock was lying on the floor, and the black haired man's body was only covered by his pants, which were already wet and nearly exploding. John separates a little bit, looking, amazed, the beauty of the young man.

"You're gorgeous" says with a wide smile, observing the pureness of that skin, the curves of his body, the perfectly well-build torso, the long and inmaculated neck which was waiting for a bite... and that gaze. That one which talked by itself and that was only adressed to him.

"Don't say things that are not true..." says sadly the young man, looking down to the floor, blushed.

"Hey!" the doctor takes Sherlock's chin carefully, making him look straight into his eyes. "You are beautiful. You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. And I won't allow you to say something against that" ends the sentence with a smile, and kisses Sherlock softly, deeply, tenderly this time, enjoying the taste of each other and the warmth of their mouths. In seconds, their lips increase the velocity and are again full of lust and desire.

"Ugh... too many clothes on" says Sherlock, stripping John completely in a blink. He places his hand in John's chest, laughing a bit at the skin colour difference. The darker skin of the ex-army doctor looks so sweet, so strong in those well toned abdominals. The contact makes the shorter man gasp and close his eyes. Is in that moment when Sherlock puts his hand into the other's pants, grabbing his full and hard cock, making John do a really interesting sound. His pants are now in his ankles, and his long prick stays fully erect, still grabbed by the younger's hand.

" Let me pay you your efforts, patience and self-control, doctor" says Sherlock while makes some friction, stroking his cock slowly, with a steady rhythm. John's mouth is dry, and the sounds that come out of him are the most erotic thing Sherlock has ever heard, and it makes his lower parts hurt, looking for attenttion. But not now thinks the younger man while he licks the tip of the blonde's cock, tasting the salty precum that is alreay covering the surface. Another lick...

"G-God, Sherlock!" says John feeling the other's wet tongue. Without hesitation, the dark haired man takes John's cock fully in his mouth. "UGH-!" cries the shorter man, feeling all his body on fire and going wild with the sensation of Sherlock's mouth, noticing this was far more better than in his own fantasies. The way Sherlock hollows his cheeks makes John's arousal go even further. His hands grab, unconciously, the younger's curls, and his hips move to meet the other's mouth. He's so dangerously close... Then, all of a sudden, the grey-eyed priest stops and leaves John's cock untuched. John hates the lack of contact; he needs more. But he understands what's going on when sees his favourite human being, all beautiful, looking straight into him, sitting on the table, waiting with his lips and legs parted to the ex-army doctor. Without hesitation, the blonde priest goes in Sherlock's direction and kisses him, softly, making him lay on his back. He starts kissing his jaw, his long erotic neck, his collarbones.. He plays with the little right pink nipple, making it go wet and hard with his tongue, bitting and getting a wonderful moan from his dear companion. In a really hot way, Father John makes a wet trail with his tongue all over Sherlock's pale torso, while stroking his fully erect cock.

"P-please, John! Oh, my... John, I-I need you"

Gettig closer to Sherlock, face to face, John murmurs:

"Say it to me. Tell me what do you want." He needs to hear it. He needs to hear that beautiful thing beg one more time. With a heavy breath the younger man tries to say it:

"I want y-you inside me, d-doctor"

That's all he needs. With his eyes dark, John grabs Sherlock's legs and spreads them wider. His cock twitching in advanced. With one of his fingers he makes circles around the entrance, teasingly.

"P-please!" begs Sherlock one more time.

Putting a finger inside the younger priest's mouth, making it wet, pulls it, inmediately, inside the tightness and warmness of Sherlock's arse.

"God, you're so tight..." moans John. He can't wait to feel this in his own cock. He adds another finger and the dark haired man's breath goes wild, even more than before. He adds a third and starts moving them, slowly, preparing that sweet hole for what was going to come.

"John, I-I need it. Please, now!" says Sherlock increasing his grip in John's arm, nearly shouting it. John's mind is a blur of passion. He pushes out his fingers , and with no hesitation, fills Sherlock's hole, pushing hard, feeling the sudden heat and tightness, moaning s loud and rolling his eyes in pure extasis. He stays like that for a few seconds annd starts moving. In and out.

"Oh, yes, John!" shouts Sherlock.

John is now wild, gabbing Sherlock by his hips, rocking furiously against the tender flesh, entering and exiting, sweating, enjoying the younger man's moans, feeling how Sherlock is now meeting his movements. It's all so perfect. He's so perfect. The hand of the blonde man picks Sherlock's cock and moves, hitting, at the same time, that little spot inside him and making him scream with pleasure, more than never.

"I-I want to see you come, d-dear"

"J-John, I a-am... AHHH!"

White spurts fall in Sherlock's chest. Just some seconds after, the doctor cums, letting his head fall in the taller man's neck. Sherlock touches with love John's sandy hair, stroking it while he tries to regulate his breathing. They both look into their eyes, and meet in a gently kiss. A smiley kiss. Sherlock's arms wrap around John's waist, and it's now his head which lays in John's torso. They look now so happy and... done. Suddenly, Sherlock starts laughing.

"What is it?" says John, curious. Then, the man with the grey eyes, points at the crucifix which is in front of them and has "seen" EVERYTHING. They both, then, laugh out of loud.

"Oh, God, please, forgive us!" whispers John with the smile still in his voice.

"He will keep our secret... and the ones that are coming, doctor." and silences his mouth with another kiss. Oh, God, please, forgive them.

THE END

All reviews are welcome! Thanks again and sorry if it seemed to you quite long, I wanted to make a good smut scene. Hugs!