It took a long minute until the words seeped into Caleb's brain and rushed toward his logic with a hammer. "No!" he said with such ferocity it made Sina skitter back towards the sofa like a spider.

"Holy shit, I didn't ask to murder you," Sina cried and held up his hands to ward off a potential punch.

Caleb's voice cracked, "N-no. I mean..." Falling to his knees, he halved the space between them. "I can't. It's..." Cal sat down heavily on his legs. He wanted to tell Sina that watching him would be a glorious sight. But he knew it was wrong to even consider it.

"Don't you want to?"

"I'm a priest," Father Cal reminded him pitifully.

"Then take off your collar and don't be one for a moment." The sound of Sina closing the distance between them blended with the howling wind outside. "I know you invited me here because I needed a place to stay and you felt sorry for me." Inching even closer, Sina touched his cheek to Cal's shoulder. "I feel something with you." His words were a whisper against Caleb's ear. "And I usually feel nothing. Nothing but ache. But being here with you feels good. I'm not the sort that gets good yet every second with you is dynamite."

Caleb shivered. He hadn't been close to anyone in decades. Not like this. It felt wonderful. It felt better than that even. "You should not feel anything for me."

"Why not?"

"I'm not good enough for you."

Inhaling the spicy scent coming from Caleb's skin, Sina knew this was where he ought to be. "You're more than good enough." Cody and Cookie had always been there for him but Sina longed for more than friendship. He wanted affection and warmth – for this thing he was feeling now. He wanted to feel loved and deserving of it like Al-Jay had told him he was. "I've got a crush on you. Had it since I laid eyes on you outside the church. It was so sudden. Though I tried to tell myself it was wrong, I love how it feels to want you. I am drowning and floating all at once. All I wanted was to see you again and now here I am and it feels wonderful."

There was something there. Caleb had felt it too. But it was everything people found wrong. People like Delores, Ambrose, and Abraham. "Have you ever thought desire is a terrible thing to feel?" Cal asked as he reached up and timidly caressed Sina's long, dark hair.

Sina leaned into the touch and let his eyes close halfway. "All my life. Then someone I know kinda changed my mind. She told me we're all deserving of love and desire. That there ain't no shame."

"There shouldn't be," Cal curled a strand of dark hair around his finger then released it only to watch it unfurl gently.

"We don't get to choose who we love. We just love." Pulling back Sina asked, "I am being stupid?"

Caleb shook his head honestly. "Not even a little bit." He longed to stroke that dark hair again.

"If you feel something for me you don't have to say it. I understood it when you didn't push me away. And in the way you touched my hair."

"I'm frightened to admit it."

"You don't have to say a word. Wait, 'k?" The TV was where Sina crawled to after leaving behind the perfect perfectness of Caleb's closeness. Flicking the set on, he saw one of the channels was some kind of movie behind a veil of static but the other was MTV. The song playing on the music channel was slow and the lyrics were deep. It was not the usual type of music Sina danced to in Purgatory. It was more of a song you danced to with someone. Sina thought it was perfect.

Outside, the mid-day had turned into a mock night. The storm clouds had hidden away the sun and cast gloom over the town. The only light in the house came from the TV.

Turning to face Caleb, Sina pointed to the armchair. "Sit."

Cal rose and walked to it.

"If your," Sina pointed upwards, "strikes me down, it'll be worth it."

"No one is going to –" Cal's sentence was stolen away when Sina began to sway his hips and saunter closer, stopping only when his legs were a millimeter from Cal's.

It wasn't the first time Sina had danced intoxicated but it was the first time he didn't hate it. "Absolutely worth it." His word ghosted along the room. As the melody wrapped itself around him, he slipped between Cal's legs and pried them apart. Seeing Caleb suck in a mouthful of air made Sina giddy. He took hold of the hem of his shirt and with every pulse of music, he inched the material higher and higher until a pale patch of skin was on show.

"What are you doing?" Caleb nearly choked on his words.

"Tell me you don't like it and I'll stop."

Cal's gaze trailed over porcelain skin. It moved from Sina's belly button to the gentle jut of hipbone.

"Say it. Tell me you want me to stop." Slowly Sina snaked his shirt up. He pulled it over his head and dropped it on the floor. He ground his hips against the music in a private dance of melody and storms.

"You should..." Caleb managed to say before his words vanished. His heart was trying to drill a hole through his ribs. His mind was a blur. Sanity had long gone.

"Tell me to stop." Leaning closer to Cal, Sina's word brushed across his ear, "Or I'll keep going until you're screaming my name."

Outside something crashed against the cluster of trees. Hail, as big as apples, plummeted to the ground sending little woodland animals into a frenzy.

Grabbing Sina's hips, Cal pulled him closer. The gin made him feel good but Sina made him feel divine. It was like they were the only two people left on earth. At that moment there was no God. There was no need for faith. Redemption was merely a word and his congregation faded away.

As the hail ravished Heaven and created mountains of ice, Caleb found himself getting perfectly lost and deliriously aroused. "I'm a sinner," he whispered, "but I am also a man and this feels..." his breath hitched when Sina wedged his knees between him and the armrests and straddled his lap.

"Good?"

"I've never felt this good."

Grinding against Caleb's hard-on, Sina whispered, "I can make you feel even better."

He placed a hand on the middle of Cal's chest and moved it towards a button. Pausing to see if he was fine with this, Sina popped it open once the priest uttered go on. He slid his hand under the material and felt Caleb's heart vibrate under a cage of bone. "Your heart is beating so fast."

But Caleb was breathless and blinded by what Sina's fingers were doing to reply. The massive blood flow southwards of his belly button was making him unable to think clearly. When Sina undid the next four buttons below and pulled the hem of his shirt out from his jeans, Cal nearly choked on his own moan.

"Can I go even lower?"

Caleb nodded faintly as he touched his lips to Sina's neck. "You can do anything you want."

Inching up, Sina dipped between Cal's legs and knelt. The buttons on Caleb's pants were plucked open. Sina wanted to see what their clothes would look like tangled together on the floor and he was aching to strip Caleb out of his as quickly as inhumanly possible. "I want you." His fingertips skittered over the waistband of Cal's underpants.

"I do too, Sina. Badly."

When Sina looked up, the sight before him was the closest thing to bliss he'd ever seen. Caleb was breathing hard, his lips were parted, and his eyes were hooded. But the collar around his neck glared down. If Sina was going to go any further, he would have to remove it.

The second the tips of his finger touched the collar he felt a burning sensation ravish every inch of him. Sina cried out in pain. He bolted up and backed away from Caleb. Cradling his hand, he felt like someone had kicked the breath right out of him.

It took Cal a moment to return from that state of nirvana. When he saw Sina near tears, he buttoned his jeans and rushed over. "What happened?"

"My hand. It hurts so much." Sina winced. His whole body was tense.

"I don't understand. What –?" Caleb stopped mid-sentence when he saw Sina's face scrunch up in pain. "Are you alright?"

There was no way Sina would admit that Cal's priest's collar had burned him. Anything holy was poison to a demon. Yet he never expected it to hurt that much. It wasn't like he had walked into a church or lay down on a bed of bibles. It was a simple collar! "It's OK," he said but the words that came out sounded like a wounded creature's. "I'm going to run some water under it."

"What happened?" Caleb gently took hold of Sina's hand. "Do you want me to help?"

"A sprain." Sina lied. "I think I just moved wrongly." He winced as he gingerly slid Cal's fingers off. "It's no big deal," he lied, "Really it isn't. Just give me a moment. I'll be fine." Before Caleb could ask any more questions, Sina rushed to the kitchen and headed for the sink.

*Fun Fact: Sina isn't immune to holy things. Let's hope he doesn't try to enter a church or anything.