Like the faith got twisted up in his bones, turned rigid… cruel. And I don’t think I need a cold stone room to know right from wrong.”Isaiah found himself smiling. Gay sex “Always.”“Why?”Isaiah shrugged, then murmured, “Because I believed there was something good in you once.”Thaddeus did not answer.They walked on.After a stretch of silence, the priest spoke again, quieter this time. Are you a homosexual too, Isaiah?”The word struck the air like a lash.Isaiah’s throat went dry.”You should be honest,” Thaddeus pressed. “So make me holy.”Thaddeus devoured him.He held Isaiah’s hips firm with both hands, arms thick as stone columns, and dragged his tongue slow along the length of him, savoring the taste like sacrament. “You don’t know what I am.”Isaiah whimpered. Not to choke, not to strike. Lingering stares. His mind flickered on the edge of sleep. Thaddeus stepped inside, half-shadowed, his body blocking the spill of light from the hall. She kept me busy. Just fire.Isaiah moaned into it. “I wanted to help.”Thaddeus looked at him.
