Author's Notes: I know I suck for taking over a month to post the next part, but...at least I posted it. :D?

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Of Bullets & Kisses

ii – Hell

I went back to the church the next day, his kiss barely crossing my mind. You'd think it'd bother me, but it didn't…Guess I don't care.

I have a cigarette in my mouth, precariously placed between my lips, ready to fall. I think I just want the smell of the smoke around me right now, calms me down. I sort of stumble up the stairs, through the doors and am making my way past the isles to the back rooms where I know the dumb fuck and Priest are.

It's sort of as I go up the isles that he grabs my wrist and pulls me into this dark alcove, one I didn't even know existed.

My cigarette fell out my mouth.

"What the fuck, you dumb shit?!" I snarl at him. I'm telling you, if I don't have my nicotine I'm not a happy person to be around. Or a nice one. Not that I think the freak in front of me would say I was nice, ever.

He doesn't answer my question, just crushes his mouth against mine, pushing me back so that I meet the wall behind me. I'm not too fond of having my cigarette lost, just to be slammed into a wall because this idiot is curious.

I shove him off, scowling, "Go rape the Priest." I push off from the wall and pull another cigarette out of my pocket.

He gives me this expression that I think is supposed to resemble a pout. Does he know that he looks fucking deranged? Not that he doesn't twenty-four seven.

I light the cigarette and sigh as I smell the familiar smell. He grabs it and crushes it between his fingers. "Jackass."

"I tried the Priest, he said he was sacred…or something," he frowns, my poor cigarette crushed in his fingers.

"That's just dandy for you, ain't it?" I reply, scathingly.

He's back to pouting and is giving me a strange look while he's at it. I arch a brow waiting for him say something but he doesn't. Instead he shoves me against one of the pews and throws me onto it. So, he's planning to rape me instead?

Fuck.

He's on me like a dog in a matter of seconds; mouth crushing mine in what I presume is supposed to be a kiss. It feels like he's ready to kill me. "Fuck Haine," I mumble, pissed off.

"You?" he remarks and I know the bastard's smirking. I feel his teeth sink into my neck and I try not to scream. Jesus, does he know what the fuck he's doing? Maybe I should pull out a gun or something…Not that that would help.

I feel him slide his tongue up my neck to my jaw, his hands pinning mine, as if I'm going to do anything. "So you tried to fuck the Priest inside his own Church, huh?"

He mumbles something, crushing my lips again. Jesus, I think they're going to be bleeding or ripped right fucking off by the time he's done with them. I kiss him back for a while but stop since he doesn't seem to want me to. He got more violent, and now I think I'm bleeding.

Fucking great.

I feel his thigh brush my cock and shit, I think I moaned. Great, let him fucking know that I'm enjoying his maul off my face session.

He does it again, harder and I can't help but moan again, louder this time. It echoes through the fucking Church and comes right back to ring in my ears. Haine chuckles. Fucking piece of shit.

"You know you'll go to hell for fucking in a Church?" I hear a voice say from over Haine's body.

I glance up to find the Priest with an amused grin fixed on his face. Haine laughs, I give him a shrug. "As if we're already not going to fucking hell."

Haine's still laughing, "Been there, done that."

The Priest continues to grin and it's a little creepy. "If you're gonna get raped Badou, the least you could do is get raped in an alley."

Haine's gotten off of me. I think his mood died, or something. I scowl. "He needs to find me in an alley then." I nod at the albino and get up, hand already reaching into my pocket for a cigarette.

"And stop smoking in my Church, go find another one," the Priest adds, turning around, waving his cane around in a circle like he's some circus performer. Maybe he was.

"Fuck you," I reply, almost indifferently, lighting it up. I drag it in and glance at Haine, whose attention is fixed on the Priest.

"Stop visually undressing him you sick bastard," I say dryly, fixing my gaze on the Priest too.

"Only if you do."

Got me there.

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Author's Note: So I suck for forgetting that the Priest is actually Bishop and I also suck because this isn't nearly as good as it could be. \