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Lead Us Not Into Temptation

Dipper Pines was standing in one of the many pews on cue of the rest of the congressional inside a spacious and elaborately decorated church. The multitudes of voices resounded around the walls of the holy building, filling the room with spiritual reverence through somber recitation of the Nicene Creed. The teenager’s mouth moved automatically, having committed the Creed to memory long ago, but his mind was focused on a different type of devotion. One specifically dedicated to the beautiful blond haired man currently leading the mass in the profession of faith.

Had Dipper felt guilty about engaging in lustful fantasies about the good Father? Absolutely, especially in the Lord’s house. But he couldn’t help it. Every time the boy had turned away from the temptation, the imagery kept coming back in more intense forms. And right now Dipper desperately envisioned the priest’s disrobed figure pressing flush against his own body; he wanted to feel those holy hands roam all over his sinful body; he wanted to have the man grind roughly against his crotch and whisper filthy things into his ear with a voice that came from the heavens.

His face never gave way to his daydreams however (he made sure of that), he simply stared blankly towards the lavishly adorned altar while his mind indulged in the tempting thought of initiating one of the carnal sins with a man who obeyed the word of God, and the word of God alone.

Dipper brushed his fingers against the edge of his pew, running his nails over stray scratches in the wood. He felt like such an awful person for deliberately wanting to lead a priest away from the path of righteousness. Surely, only a demon would continuously think about such a thing. Dipper prayed for strength, he’s prayed for chastity, he’s prayed for guidance away from these wicked thoughts - to no avail. All his endurance would wither away at the sight of those beautiful golden eyes locking with his. Even when his elder didn’t look at him, the way the clergyman’s stride alone could command a room made the teen wish he could comply to very different commandments given by the priest.

With a wave of the hand, Father Cipher spoke. “All rise.”

Dipper followed with the rest of the mass, suddenly feeling a wave of excitement rush through him at the priest’s words. One of his favorite parts was coming and it was enough to drive the teen out of his lurid fantasies if for just a moment.

The clergyman gestured out to his audience with open arms behind the altar, facing everyone with that handsome russet-brown face of his. “Pray, my brothers and sisters, that our sacrifice may be acceptable to God, the almighty Father.” His ringing voice conveyed a strong sense of importance and kinship, it made Dipper almost feel close to the unattainable holy man.

With this, the teenager replied confidently with the rest of the congressional. “May the Lord accept the sacrifice at your hands... for the praise and glory of his name.... for our good, and the good of all this Church.” The response always made Dipper think that more life was suddenly given to the paintings of stages of the crucifixion that hung to the walls. They reminded everyone of the guilt that was held above them all, and whenever they begged the Lord for, well, anything, it felt like they should be ashamed of themselves.

The Father then began to sing the prayer over the offerings of the metaphorical Body and Blood of Christ, an event that made Dipper shiver with joy. The melody came from the priest’s voice alone, and the lone sound of Father Cipher’s singing brought an inexplicable happiness to the teenager’s being. There was something about the devotional tone of the man’s vocals that always had Dipper reeling throughout the rest of the mass. He did, however, feel slight traces of sadness emerge as he thought about the reverend’s lovely voice, releasing a gentle, inaudible, sigh. He wished that the priest could be directing that beautiful song of his to him and only him, but Dipper knew that could never happen. Not for him, not for anyone but the Lord, God, alone. He selfishly wished that he could cage that angelic voice and keep it all for himself. His precious angel among angels.

When the time for communion came and the choir began to sing their hymns, Dipper fought down the usual warmth that crept up his cheeks as his turn came up in the line next to the pews. Their church typically gave communion on the tongue instead of putting in your hands, and it really didn’t help his ever-growing attraction to the man with having to be given communion this way. He gave the ceremonial bow of the head to the person in front as they received their rite, then bravely stepped forward to the priest that haunted his thoughts every hour of the day and night. He looked up to see the dear Father smiling down at him very charmingly, practically taking Dipper’s breath away. The reverend always was very friendly towards Dipper, apparently taking a liking to his poor damned soul. Instead of returning Father Cipher’s gaze, the teen tried to low-key focus on the priest’s graceful hands picking a wafer from their container and holding it out in front of his face. Dipper blinked awkwardly. He couldn’t let him know. He can’t ruin everything just because of some stupid schoolboy crush he had.

The reverend hummed happily, “The body of Christ.”

Dipper closed his eyes for his own good and shyly opened his mouth in response. Despite refusing to look at his idol, the feeling of clergyman’s fingers barely entering his mouth still set him off in the worst way possible. The light pressure of fingers to his tongue separated only by a thin wafer of bread made him seriously regret his decision to close his eyes in the first place. The teenager curled his tongue in quickly, tightly bringing his lips together and staring at his shoes in an instant before he made his way back to the pews. Don’t think about sucking his dick, don’t think about sucking his dick, for the love of Mary, Jesus, and Joseph, Dipper Pines do NOT think about sucking that man’s- oh Christ have mercy on me.

As soon as mass was over, Dipper didn’t stick around to shake the Reverend’s hand at the door like all the others. He had to shake a different thing out of his system and he’d be damned if he wasn’t going to the safe confines of his home to do it.

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Bill Cipher chuckled to himself as he read over the speech he’d presented at today’s mass in the priest’s room. The speech he gave on the temptation of mortal sins was the least he could do to repay Pinetree for his loud thoughts giving him such delicious visuals every single mass he’d attended. The demon’s fingers dug behind his black and white roman collar, loosening the absurd confinement around his neck so he can breathe a little more freely. Warmth ran through his body as he thought about reading that awful kid’s mind every single time he held a mass. He had to do something about it, and no screams for mercy could stop this demon from giving that kid exactly what he deserved.

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He had to repent, there was no getting out of confession now. He had to admit what he’s done and beg for forgiveness, otherwise he’d be on a one-way-trip to hell and never be coming back - or at least that’s what the religion says. Really, it wasn’t as much the fear of hell-fire that scared him into confession, as much as it was the shame of reducing a human being’s visage down to just a mere stimulant for his sex drive. Serves him right for lusting after a holy priest and then jerking off to the many fantasies that ran through his head about an individual so sacred.

He’s literally masturbated to a priest. A priest, for God’s sake. Was that even heard of before? He didn’t bother to google that one up before stepping inside the empty, dimly lit, church. He creeped gingerly down the main aisle, careful not to let his presence be known quite yet. Dipper called the preacher the day before, asking if he could do confession with him the next time he was granting the sacrament. The teen was thinking Father Cipher would schedule him in for sometime in the future - like the Saturday of next week, when confession was actually held - but he was frighteningly disappointed when the preacher was happy to pen Dipper in for a private appointment with him the very next day after their phone call.

“Oh, God help me.” Dipper whispered to himself before sitting himself down carefully in one of the old creaky pews. Dipper’s hands nervously fiddled with the handcuffs of his long sleeved shirt. He didn’t want to do this, but he supposed the Reverend had the right to know if one of his loyal followers was thinking up lewd visuals of him and soiling his holy image with their thoughts.

The teenager had to fight off some nervous shakes that threatened to paralyze his body before he even entered the building, but they came back with a vengeance as he mentally recited what he wanted to say to the man.

What could he say?

Hey Father, so I was hoping you could absolve me of my sins. Y’see, I’ve been getting myself off at night to the thought of you forcing me against a wall and fucking my little gay ass without mercy. I need you to give me penance if you can, thanks so much.

Dipper groaned and silently banged his head on the wooden railing. This wasn’t going to go well.

But he can’t chicken out now, he’s only got one shot at this. Besides, it can’t be that bad! It’s a priest’s job to offer advice after a person confesses, surely Father Cipher can do something to help Dipper with his obsession... even if it is about the clergyman in question. The teen slouched forward in the narrow pew and put his head in his hands. An annoying ache started buzzing right in the middle of Dipper’s forehead as he continuously went back and forth about how to do this.

That was it, he just had to wing it. He had a split second of determination now, and he wasn’t going to waste it. It’s now or never. He looked over his crisp white dress shirt and black slacks to make sure he looked proper for Confession. Finally taking a deep breath and creeping out of the pew, his footsteps slowly made their way to the velvet curtains that lead to the confessional booth. No going back.

Overwhelming fear took hold of his body once he was face to face with a wooden chair that sat next to wiry lattice. Father knew that it was him, so the anonymity would be useless - however, he absolutely didn’t want to look him in the face and admit what he did, despite that being the right thing to do. He felt like no matter what he did it was going to be a wrong move. His legs turned into blocks of stone, happy to leave him standing there like an idiot at the end of the threshold.

Suddenly a familiar silvery voice chuckled. “Don’t be scared, my little lamb. You’re safe here.”

Dipper's lungs collapsed and his heart dropped dead. He swallowed harshly, frozen in place. The Reverend must’ve heard him walk in. He had to respond now. What was he going to do?

Bouts of incoherent stuttering fell out of his mouth while he tried to command the courage to simply speak straight, but Father (thankfully) interrupted his awkward babbling with some sharp laughter from behind the screen. Dipper didn’t know whether to be thankful or even more embarrassed. He heard the slight shuffling of clothes, then all of a sudden the handsome priest himself popped out from around the lattice with a very amused expression, and sauntered towards Dipper. The man was dressed as if he’d just served mass, wearing the traditional cassock with a black fascia around his waist. The buttons below the fascia were unbuttoned in an informal fashion. A regal violet sash was hung around the preacher’s neck - a gold cross embellished on both strips of the material, where gold fringe dangled at the ends.

The reverend put a hand on Dipper’s shoulder, chuckling, “Man, you’ve really got to unwind kid. This lil confessional’s not gonna help you ease out of an asthma attack.”

“I-I’m not having an asthma attack.”

“Oh, at the pace you’re working yourself into, you’ll get there soon enough.” Father Cipher winked, gently patting Dipper’s back. The teen’s body arched up like a scared little cat, not being able to handle the slightest amount of physical contact without warmth crawling up his face. The reverence noticed his apparent discomfort, eyeing the brunette from behind his shoulder. “Come here, Pinetree. It’ll be okay.” The priest gestured for Dipper to follow him back to his chair behind the screen, and the teen reluctantly followed. They sat in their respective seats across from one another in the tightly enclosed space, familiarity on one end and hostility on the other.

Father Cipher waited for Dipper’s shaky sign of the cross before going on to pray, “If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness.”

Dipper replied, “Amen,” then took a moment to carefully assess his words as his brow furrowed. He still wasn’t sure how to go about this. “ Bless me father for I have sinned. I’ve been... thinking impure thoughts.”

The priest nodded. “About?”

“Ah, um...You.”

There was a pause. Father Cipher cocked a brow at that. “M’mm, so that’s what all the fuss is about?” A shiver rolled down Dipper’s spine from the Reverend’s hum. He kept his head down, unwilling to let his see just how red his face got. The preacher folded his hands over his knee and leaned over in a casual manner, not seeming nearly as aghast as Dipper thought he would look. “Care to elaborate on those thoughts, Pinetree?”

The teen squeezed his eyes closed, unable to look at the pastor. “I-I just...” Dipper took in a deep breathe to quell the shaking in his chest. “I have been... having... fantasies... about you...and I don’t want to stop them.”

“Sexual fantasies, then.”

Dipper grimaced, his eyes shut impossibly tight - almost as tight as his fists were curled up on his pant legs. “Yes,” he confirmed in a meek voice. He didn’t know how the priest could just say it so casually.

Father Cipher’s gaze didn’t waver from Dipper’s shy face. His body posture fully engaged now, he questioned the teen further.

“What do you want me to do to you?”

The teen swallowed hard at that and looked up with a cautious expression. “W-what?”

The clergyman chuckled at his stammer. “I asked what you would like me to do to you, from your thoughts.” He kept his eyes locked with his confessor’s. “You’re going to describe your fantasies to me so I can absolve you of your sins, Pinetree. ”

Dipper tried to ignore the arousal that swelled in his stomach from Reverend Cipher’s dominant tone of voice. He cleared his throat, trying desperately to assume a casual demeanor in all of this. “Fa-Father Cipher, I’m not sure if I can do that. They’re really-”

“Just tell me what we did.”

The teen rose a hand to restlessly ruffle up his bangs, partially revealing his birthmark in the process. Dipper felt impossibly awkward as he continued, focusing on the wall to his left instead of the preacher. “Right. Ah... We, um, we-we kissed in the fantasies. A lot.” “Um - I, ah, would imagine you pinning me up against a wall, g-grinding against m-me.” “You would run your hands over me, and- Listen, this-this is really bad. I’m so sorry, I can’t-”

“Alright,” Bill interrupted, getting up. “If you can’t tell me, then we’re going to have to do the next best thing.”

Dipper turned his head to give a confused look at the reverend when all of a sudden he was met with his priest getting into his lap and straddling him with his knees. The teen squeaked and quickly slapped a hand over his own mouth. He looked up at the priest looming over him. “Father Cipher?”

The blonde haired man gazed down at the nervous pentinent below him with an unreadable expression. His hands grappled the edges of the chair, locking the teenager in his hold. “Do you like it when I do this?" He hummed.

“I-I don’t under-”

“Tell me, yes or no.”

Dipper swallowed again, lowering his eyes. “Y-yes, I like it.”

“M’mm, good boy.” the priest purred. He let a hand travel up the teen’s arm to rest on his confessor’s shoulder. The reverend rubbed his tense muscle, and leaned in, coaxing Dipper with a hushed voice. “Relax, let it flow through you. Let your feelings take over so I can forgive you of your sins.”

“I-I don’t understand,” The boy breathed, trying not to whimper. “This-this would be worse wouldn’t it?”

The priest kissed down Dipper’s neck, relishing in the tiny gasps along the way. "I’m empowered by the Holy Lord when I receive your confessions,” He murmured, nipping at the skin. “I'm a worker of God, standing in His place.” Bill let his hand reach up to cup the boy’s cheek, and bore into Dipper’s eyes. “This act is sanctioned by the Lord, for I deem it fit. This will serve for the cleansing of sins.”

“I-I-I don’t want you to do this if you feel like you-you have to.” Dipper gasped.

“Oh,” Father Cipher growled against his skin, clutching the boy’s side and pressing their bodies together. ”I want to.”

Dipper let out a shaky whine,

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Bill waited for him by the first row of pews. “C’mon Pinetree, let’s take this to a more comfortable place. Something tells me taking a walk would be good for you, anyways.”

Dipper shoved his tense hands in his trouser pockets, reluctantly following the Reverend down the aisle. “If y-you don’t mind me asking Father, w-where-” Dipper cleared his throat abruptly. ”Where are we going?”

Bill tossed a lopsided smile to his follower before turning to the double-doors that led out of the chapel. “Oh, you’ll see.” He was about to push one of the doors open when he gave a good look-over at Dipper’s crouched over, standoffish posture - Dipper tried to act like he was too busy staring at the floor to notice, which he wished was the case. The only reason the priest was being nice and considerate to him in the first place was because he didn’t know what his confession was about. As soon as the priest knew, all that familiarity would be gone. Dipper was sure of it. He wanted to just get this thing over with and forget it ever happened. All of a sudden a strong arm wrapped around his waist, plunging him out of his thoughts and back into reality. He was pressed firmly against the preacher’s side while an undignified squeak squeezed out of Dipper throat.

“F-Father Cipher!”

“Don’t be so uptight, kid,” He coaxed, rubbing lazy circles into the teen’s side, making Dipper lean into him. “Seriously, you look like a trainwreck. You’re getting me worried, here - and I don’t get worried.” The priest tried to play it off with a smile, but Dipper could tell he genuinely was concerned.

Dipper turned his face away from the Father so that he would see the brunette’s red tinted cheeks. “I’m s-sorry, I didn’t mean to...” Dipper wanted to push away from him, but that would’ve been disrespectful. He really wanted to lean into the soothing touch, but that would be incredibly inappropriate, considering what he had to tell the man.

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“It’s okay my dearest disciple,” Dipper mentally cursed that ridiculously attractive grin the priest gave him. “Whatever it is you’ve come to confess, we can work out your repentance together. ”

“Y-yes, Father.” Oh, he was so screwed.

“It’s alright, little lamb. Take it easy.” ... “I’m curious, Pinetree. What is it that you’ve come to confess?”

“I... I’ve been thinking... impure thoughts.”

“Okay... About?”

“...You.”

“I-I just...” “I may have been... having... fantasies... about you...and me...”

“Sexual fantasies, then?”

Dipper grimaced, his eyes shut impossibly tight - almost as tight as his fists were curled up on his pant legs. He didn’t know how the priest could just say it so casually. He forced a strangled, “Yes,” out from his chest.

A heavy silence filled the air, and Dipper felt like it was crushing him from the inside out.

“...

The priest started mumbling something that Dipper couldn’t quite make out.

“What?”

“I could strengthen you with my mouth... And the solace of my lips could lessen your pain.”

“...I, I don’t- Are you? I- What?”

kiss

“...And he touched my mouth and said: “Behold, this has touched your lips; your guilt is taken away, and your sin atoned for.”

“Pinetree, you really need to be more specific. I can’t absolve you of your sins, if you don’t spit out what’s making you such a mess. Please, tell me about these... fantasies.”

“I... I don’t know if I can do that Father.”

“You’re going to have to.”

Dipper swallowed. “They’re of a sexual nature, Father. I really don’t want to-”

“You’re going to describe your fantasies to me, Dipper. Now.”

Dipper cleared his throat again so he wouldn’t let loose any degrading sounds. “Yes, Father.” He licked his lips quickly. “I, where do I start? I... I guess, my one of them was, um- It-it was... about you, pin-pinning me against a pillar and... I-” He forced himself to look up. “Are you sure you really want to hear this, Father?”

The priest stood up then, walking over to the boy. Dipper didn’t know what was happening. Suddenly the clergyman sat down in Dipper’s lap, folding his arms. “Tell me more.”

Dipper bit back a moan that wanted to rise out of him. This turned from really shameful to embarrassing with a side of getting really turned on. He cleared his throat for the third time, desperately wanting to be saved from his personal hell. “Yes, right, I... You s-shoved me against one of the church pillars- in my fantasy I-I mean,” Bill’s weight and warmth distracted Dipper. He felt the Reverend chuckle. Dipper closed his eyes and pretended not to be there, that would help. “You-you disrobed, and you were, um- You were ripping my clothes off... We were kissing, a lot. We were open mouthed kissing.” He tried to pretend that he was back in his fantasy again. “You were tugging my hair, and started kissing my neck up to my jaw. You would growl and start sucking my skin and biting me, leaving marks all around my neck. You were dominant and controlling, and you were grinding me into the pillar.”

Dipper shot a glance toward the Reverend to see if he should keep going, and he saw the priest with an indecipherable expression on his face. He didn’t say anything, so Dipper decided to close his eyes and keep going. “I um- I liked it a lot. I liked it too much. Then you decided to turn me around and- I... You... um...”

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The shadow leaned back in his chair. “That’s quite alright, Pinetree. Take it easy.”

Dipper felt like his lungs collapsed and his heart dropped dead.

“I-isn’t the point of this thing to keep your identity a secret...”

“A good shepherd keeps a close eye on his flock, little lamb.” ... “Now then, I’m curious. What is it that you’ve come to confess?”

“...Something bad.”

“HAH! Never would’ve guessed.”

“N-no I’m serious, Father! It’s disgusting and horrible and I’m not sure I even should be forgiven for it.”

“Tell me what it is, Pinetree.”

“I...” ... “I’ve been thinking... impure thoughts.”

“About?”

“You.”

“Mmm, elaborate.”

A shiver rolled down his spine from the Reverend’s hum. “I-I.. may have been... having, uh, fantasies about you... Father.”

“Pinetree, you really need to be more specific. I can’t absolve you of your sins, if you don’t spit out what’s making you such a mess. Perhaps you can come over here and tell me about these... fantasies.”

“I... I don’t know if I can do that Father.”

“Either you come over here, or I come over there. Your choice.”

Dipper felt heat roll down his body at the priest’s commanding tone. “Yes-yes, Father.”

He awkwardly dragged himself out of his seat and walked around the lattice with his head lowered, slumping into the chair across from the priest. Oh it was Father Cipher, alright.

“You’re a good boy, Pinetree.” don’t say that “Now

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