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22 April 2012 @ 06:51 am
FIC: Father Jools, Part 2  
Author: Osiris Brackhaus
Story Title: Father Jools
Part: 2/2
Rating: NC-17
Configuration: m/m
Warnings: smut & magic
Word Count: 4.100 / 5.800
Setting: 'Phoenix Empire' verse, see Phoenix Empire Timeline & Index
Characters: Father Jools
Summary: Sometimes, to heal the world, one has to deflower a stable boy ...
Feedback: Yes, please!

“Hey,” he said, “I am Father Jools of Temple Aroona. And I need your help.”

Leaning against the stable door, naked as he was, his sultry tone left little question of his intention.

A little deeper inside the stable, the boy was half hiding behind a pile of hay bales. Maybe fifteen years old, he looked cute – curly brown hair and dark eyes; his skin pale like almost everyone else’s here on Leichnam. His oiled leather cloak was hanging on a rusty nail near the stable door, together with the broad-rimmed hat that was the local signature outfit.

Leichnam was a humid planet, its skies so heavy with clouds that it looked like a shrouded corpse from orbit – hence the name. But right now it wasn’t raining, only overcast, and the gray light that fell into the stable was mixed with orange flickers from the flames that were still burning on the market place.

“What’s your name?” Jools asked, trying not to scare the boy any more than necessary.

After all, there were people dying out there, and he was in kind of a hurry to get this on.


The boy’s voice was surprisingly deep, but maybe he was just putting extra effort into not sounding like a child. The way he was biting his lower lip, though, surely spoke of rather adult thoughts he was having.

“Hello Mica.” This was a delicate moment. If Jools was too forward, the boy might still bolt and run, and if he took too much time, the situation outside would only deteriorate. “I noticed you looking at me.”

For a moment, Mica cast down his eyes.

“I’ve never seen... a miracle before.”

Father Jools smiled widely, well aware of the compliment the boy was not telling.

“The grace of the Lord is an amazing thing to witness. But there is still many wounded people out there, and I need your help to heal them.”

“I’m not -” Mica spurted out, only to stop in the middle of the sentence. “I’m not a medic.”

“I don’t need a medic.”


As non-threatening as possible, Father Jools took a cautious step towards Mica.

“I want to heal all those wounded out there, and I don’t have much time. The ritual I need to perform requires a partner, and you… would be perfectly suited.”

That wasn’t exactly correct, but not a lie, either. Father Jools could perform the actual healing ritual all by himself – it was the energy for the ritual that he needed the boy for. But considering the urgency of the situation, he figured that some kind of abbreviations were permissible. And the boy was perfectly suited indeed. The longer Jools looked at Mica, the more he came to the conclusion that he was genuinely looking forward to this.

“Okay...” Mica sounded hesitant and clueless, but definitely tempted. “How can I help you, Father?”

“We would have to make love.”

Mica made a choked sound that could have been anything.

“I am not a girl.”

“I know.”

Carefully, Jools studied the stable boy for clues.

Mica was wearing a simple but sturdy shirt, trousers with leather patches on the knees and heavy boots. He didn’t seem to come from a poor family, but rather looked like a farmer’s son who helped out in the stables here in town. Jools couldn’t tell if he was a serf or a commoner, that was a distinction no one cared about out here. Probably the boy couldn’t write more than his name, and all he knew about the world outside came from his village priest.

Not an easy start, but then again, suppressed sexual desires made for a lot of energy. And that was exactly that Jools was looking for right now.

“But...” Mica asked hesitantly. “Wouldn’t that be a sin?”

Jools laughed light-heartedly, hoping to disperse the boy’s fears better this way than with mere words.

“No, it wouldn’t be. I can assure you as a Priest of Temple Aroona that nothing you do together with a consenting adult is a sin.”

“That is not what our priest says.”

“And, do you believe him?”

Again, Mica bit his lower lip, clearly answering Jools’ question.

“Listen to your heart,” he told Mica instead. “What does your heart tell you?”

This time, Mica gave an insecure laugh.

“Nothing I think I should be talking about with a priest. I assume.”

“Oh, but I think you should.” Jools replied, smirking. “Every dirty little detail.”

Mica blinked at him, disbelieving, blushing deep crimson to the tips of his hair.

Still smiling, Jools turned around and closed the stable door behind him. The small, dirty window let in sufficient light, but at least it felt a little more private. Under his breath, he whispered a little prayer, hoping to bless this stable as much as possible under the circumstances. The ritual he was planning would work nicely without, but he would need any little support if he wanted to affect all those wounded. This would have to be a down-and-dirty field version of a High Aroona Ritual, and he would be damned if he didn’t do his very best to try and hit this one out of the park.

Turning back to Mica, he found the boy still standing next to the hay, but no longer hiding. Instead, he was standing there, staring at Jools with unabashed fascination. Well aware of what an image he was presenting right now, Jools placed himself a little better into the light falling through the window, running his fingers through the soft trail of hair that ran down from his belly to his crotch.

“Are all Aroona this beautiful?” the stable boy asked, his voice husky and still a little shy.

“All humans are beautiful.” Jools replied with a chuckle. “I am not special, but perfectly healthy. Virile. And I think your body picks up on that. I am your type.”

“Hm. Yes.”

Mica’s remark was only a little more than a whisper, but it was quite clear that he was smitten.

Calmly, Jools walked over to the boy, taking his hand. The instant his fingertips touched Mica’s skin, he felt an almost electric tingle run through his body. This boy was so charged that Jools could only come to one conclusion. He couldn’t believe his luck.

“This is your first time, yes?”

Mica looked as if caught doing something wrong, but nodded none the less. “I am sorry?”

“What the hell for?” Gently, he took the boy’s hand and kissed his fingertips. “If at all, I am sorry that I don’t have more time to make this extra special for you, then. But I feel honored that you allow me to be your first.”

“I feel honored that you notice me at all, Father.” Mica replied with a shaky smile.

Returning Mica’s smile, Jools took the boy’s hand and placed it against his naked chest.

Already, he could feel their bodies getting closer spiritually, their auras entwining, becoming more than the sum of their parts. Once again, he couldn’t help but marvel at the perfect beauty of his job. Helping people by making sure he had the most awesome sex possible. What was not to love about that?

“Do I... do I have to do anything special?” Mica asked, his eyes still huge and wandering all across Jools’ body.

“No.” Smiling widely, Jools took his time twirling one of Mica’s thick curls around his fingers. “You are under strict orders to do what you want, and to enjoy what you do.”

For a heartbeat, Mica looked hesitant, again chewing on his lower lip. Then, cautious but curious, he asked:

“May I kiss you, Father?”

Instead of an answer, Jools pulled the boy closer, leaning down a little so he could kiss him on the lips. Mica’s kiss was cautious at first, curious and wary, but soon turned more sensual. Jools could smell Mica now, his body underneath the smell of leather and mud and manure. It was an enticing mix, no longer a child but not quite a grown man yet.

And like his scent, Mica’s aura now enveloped Jools entirely, sharing more information than a long talk could have. Jools could feel the hard physical work this boy was doing every day, his calm character and caring nature. A good boy, and way too kind for a place like Leichnam, where everyone suspected everyone else of harboring dark secrets and hatching evil plans. He probably was a loner, not by choice, but by lack of people he could trust, having been hurt too often to risk more. That he was able to open up to Jools like this was a little miracle in itself and was proof that Mica had been able to keep his emotional sanity mostly intact in this unwelcoming environment.

Slowly, Jools started untying Mica’s shirt laces, smiling at the renewed blush of the boy.

“You tell me when I am doing anything you don’t like, yes?”

“Yes, Father.” Licking his lips, he looked up at Jools from under his lashes, a tiny smile in the corner of his eyes. “If you promise the same.”

Chuckling, Jools nodded, pulling Mica’s shirt over his head.

“Damn, you are chiseled!” Jools couldn’t keep himself from remarking as he saw the boy’s muscular shoulders and lean hips. “They sure know how to breed ‘em here.”

Mica only shrugged, now looking rather self-conscious again.

“I work hard.” He said, almost as if trying to find an excuse. “And your skin has a weird color.”

Looking down at his belly where Mica’s hands were resting, Jools found his own, tanned skin contrasting with Mica’s pure white. Little wonder that on a planet with hardly any direct sunlight, people who were anything but pale looked weird.

And Jools had to admit that Mica was a pretty one, indeed. His pale skin didn’t look unhealthy, only white as milk, and the little fuzz of hair growing around his belly looked quite handsome on him. Already, the boy was sporting quite an impressive bulge in his pants, and slowly Jools found his own body getting in the mood as well.

Leaning forward again, Jools kissed the boy once more, this time burying one hand in the curls of Micah’s hair. With his other hand, he guided Mica to his dick, gently but with no time to lose. The boy gasped into their kiss with surprise, but didn’t withdraw his hand. Instead, he seemed to relax even more, leaning against Jools, the naked skin of his chest cool and smooth.

It took only a few heartbeats, and Jools was fully hard in the stable boy’s hand. It was difficult to keep the concentration necessary for what he was trying to do. Mica’s touch was cautious and entirely inexperienced. But his emotions were clean and honest, curiosity and excitement mixed with that unique kind of trust that a young man can only show to a complete stranger.

“Would you like me to touch you as well?”

Mica chuckled under his breath at the question.

“I would very much like that, Father,” he replied. Taking a clue from Jools earlier actions, he took the other man’s hand and put it over his own cock, rock hard and hot inside his pants.

Smiling, Jools kissed him again, gently stroking along the length of his cock. If he was this size now already, Jools wondered, Mica would truly grow into a big boy one day. Sliding his hand into Mica’s pants, he started massaging the hot dick, smiling widely as the boy’s breath grew irregular, urgent, almost panting.

This was the moment Jools had been waiting for. Now that they were both aroused and full of desire, he could work their combined energies as if they were his own. It was not easy to balance his need for concentration, the need to keep Mica aroused but not coming instantly and his own physical desires.

But so far, he seemed to manage nicely.

While Mica was just leaning into their embrace, his eyes half closed and breathing heavily, Jools could feel the wild, shapeless energy of their arousal coalesce into something he could work with. More and more, Jools felt himself spread out of his body, his awareness spreading into Mica, into the Belligra priest discreetly guarding the stable door, into all people in the vicinity.

Together with the energy their make out session was already generating, Father Jools could finally start doing what he was here for.

First and most importantly, he concentrated on those already dying. All they needed was a little spark of energy, a tiny bit of lifeforce that continued to tie their souls to their bodies even if their hearts had already stopped beating. It didn’t change much, but for a few seconds, it made all the difference.

Only in the very last moment, he realized that Mica in his arms was already close to his climax.

“Oh, you don’t get out so easily,” he remarked jovially, taking his hand out of the stable boy’s pants.

Mica opened his eyes, huge brown orbs filled with confusion and clouded with lust and need.

“What? Did I do anything wrong?”

“No, darling, you’re doing everything right.” Knowing that Mica wouldn’t back out any longer, Jools dropped all pretense of moderation. “I want you to fuck me. Hard and thorough. Now.”

Again, Mica merely gave a startled laugh. For an instant, he believed that Jools was merely joking, but there was only sincere desire in the priest’s eyes.

“If that is what you want, Father…”

Instead of an answer, Jools stepped deeper into the stable onto a pile of hay that just about looked comfortable enough; pulling Mica along with him. This wasn’t exactly how he would have liked things himself, but Jools had to make concessions to the moment. This was Mica’s first time, and he would make it as wonderful and hot for him as he possibly could. After all, he was spreading his legs for a good cause.

With a few deft motions, he opened Mica’s pants, finally freeing his cock. Pulling the trousers down around the boy’s ankles, Jools couldn’t help but feel a tiny twinge of jealousy. Damn, that boy was so young and already built like a brickwall. He would make a stunning hunk of a man one day.

“Come here you delicious thing,” Jools heard himself say.

A little insecure about what to do, Mica just stood there next to Jools for a heartbeat. Not intent to let any opportunity go to waste, the priest seized the moment to plant a sensual kiss onto the top of Mica’s cock, a gesture that the stable boy answered with a low moan.

“How do I…” Mica started, but Jools cut him off with another naughty kiss.

“Just lie down next to me. I’ll take care of the rest.”

Still a little daunted, Mica nodded and joined Jools on the hay. For a moment, they just kissed, their hands exploring each other’s bodies. In the back of his mind, Jools could feel the energy pooling around them, like a dammed river swelling in his bed. But he didn’t allow the energies to dissipate as they would have naturally, instead used them to create a weave around the two of them that would gather even more energy, harness it and allow Jools to use it to work a true miracle.

Forcing his attention back to the beautiful stable boy in his arms, Jools knew he wouldn’t be able to keep Mica from coming much longer. So he diverted a tiny bit of the gathered energy into a tiny prayer for himself, just a little trick he had learned when he was still a novice.

“Lie on your back,” he whispered into Mica’s ear, and the boy instantly followed suit.

Straddling him across his hips, Jools bent down to kiss him, smiling again at the open wonder and excitement he could see in his young lover’s face.

“You tell me if anything feels weird, yes?” he said, cautiously lowering himself onto Mica’s hard cock.

The boy’s eyes widened until they were as huge as saucers, and a soundless gasp escaped his open mouth.

“You like that, don’t you?” Jools asked, hardly able to suppress a shiver himself as he could feel the boy fill him from inside. What a luck he could get himself instantly prepared, he thought to himself. All around him, Jools could now feel the energy flowing, like a river of stars in the air around them.

Slowly, he started to move on Mica’s dick, up and down, the motion of his body matching the measured breath of the boy.

“Oh my God,” Mica whispered under his breath, his curly hair a dark halo around his flushed face.

Completely unexpected, Mica sat up under Jools, embracing the priest with his strong, white arms. Jools was a little taken aback at this sudden initiative, but he sure wasn’t going to complain. Every little bit that made it better for Mica would help make the ritual a success. And the more active the stable boy became, the more of Jools’ concentration was free to actually work that ritual.

“Oh my fucking God.“ Mica whispered again, this time with determination as his body found its own rhythm with Jools.

“Look at me,” Jools demanded, convinced the boy would soon reach his peak.

But once again, he was in for a surprise.

Instead of rushing over the edge, Mica slowed down a little, locking his gaze with Jools, fully intent on savoring each little second out of this encounter. There was suddenly a determination in his eyes that was just plain hot, and from one moment to another, Jools suddenly found himself no longer in control of their lovemaking. Not that he minded in the slightest.

A little clumsy, but with all the more determination, Mica turned both of them around in the hay, so that he came to lie on top of Jools now. Cautiously, he tried to move again, pushing his cock deep into Jools.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, warning bells began to ring.

He mustn’t let himself go, Jools reminded himself firmly. Mustn’t abandon himself in the heat of the moment. In the fire that was suddenly burning in Mica’s eyes, in the motion of the muscles in his strong shoulders. With all the energy they had harnessed already, the consequences would be absolutely uncontrollable. Still positive, probably, but who could tell?

But it was so hard concentrating, so incredibly hard. Hard as the cock that filled Jools again and again, each thrust a wave eroding his determination. The way Mica’s curls bobbed on the pale skin of his shoulders. The way his perky ass came into Jools’ field of vision each time he pulled out, and disappeared behind his shoulders again once he pushed back in.

Despite his best attempts, Jools felt himself dissolve into their union, completely overrun by Mica’s pure and unadulterated passion. He could feel himself near his climax, and he knew Micah was there, too.

Only in the last moment, Mica raised his head, smiling, sweaty, his eyes wide open, full of rapture.

Seeing Mica come both with his mind and his eyes, feeling him hot and hard and pumping deep inside of him, was simply too much for Jools. While his own orgasm flooded over him, he could feel the last threads of his spell rip and tear apart in the torrent of energy that came rushing through both of them.

This was bad, really bad, and oh so wonderful at the same time.


It took a while for Jools to come back to his senses.

For the second time today, he needed a moment to remember where he was. But unlike the first time, he wasn’t covered in rubble, with the screams of the wounded all around. This time, he was covered in hay, with a beautiful, milk-skinned stable boy half on top of him. Quite the improvement, actually.

Outside, it was quiet, and only the soft sound of a light rain falling on the stable was to be heard.

Calmly, Mica looked up, his face still flushed, his eyes shining.


Jools only smiled. Wow indeed. He hardly dared to employ his supernatural senses to see what the wild energy of his uncontrolled spell had done outside.

“Is it always like this?”

“I am afraid not,” Jools replied honestly. “This was pretty damn amazing.”

Mica chuckled softly, rolling off Jools and onto his back, his still engorged cock glistening wet in the low light. At the sight, Jools felt himself shudder again at the memory. Damn that boy was good, he thought by himself. And apparently, quite my type, too.

Then suddenly, a motion by the window caught his eye. With growing dread, Jools realized that suddenly, there were tufts of grass growing on the window sill. Inside the stable.

So he had definitely lost control of the spell. And a very common effect of such a ridiculous amount of lifeforce dissipating randomly was a growth spurt in all living things, plants most of all.

“I’ll need to have a look if the ritual worked,” Jools said softly to Mica. “Will you be okay for a moment?”

Mica nodded, and Jools gave him a tiny, tender kiss on the forehead. He really should stay with the boy for at least a few moments longer, but Jools just had to know.

“Can I borrow your cloak for a moment?”


Slipping into the waterproof cloak was easier than Jools had thought, the material being much lighter and more supple than it looked. Right in front of the door, there was a patch of moss on the ground, now, tuffs of deep green sprinkled with tiny, white flowers. Jools almost groaned at the sight. What had they done?

Taking a deep breath, Jools calmed himself as much as he could and opened the door.

Which prove surprisingly hard, as there was a small tree growing in front of it. And a pile of brambles.

With growing dread, he pushed himself out of the door, only to stop at the sight in front of him.

Only minutes ago, the marketplace had been an empty square of packed dirt; now it looked more like a forest clearing. The single, measly Illeiya tree that had been standing in one corner now towered over all the houses, its giant leaves covering almost half the square, shading them from the light rain falling. Small trees were growing at completely random places, roofs were covered with patches of grass and flowers, each single puddle had a collar of thick green moss.
Everywhere people were standing, staring at the lush vegetation. Half of the plants were flowering completely out of season; the other half was brimming with fruits. Children were running around, collecting snails and slugs that were hiding between the shrubbery, carrying their slimy bounty into their families’ pens.

In the middle of the whole mess, Jools found his platoon of Belligra priests, their white ceramsteel armor clearly setting them apart from the civilians. But even though father Gaius was looking at Jools with a shake of his head, his eyes were smiling. With a slightly mocking grin, the elderly captain pointed towards a group of locals that was huddled around a person sitting on a stretcher on the ground.

Apparently, the ritual hadn’t been a complete miss, after all, only a little unfocused.

The more Jools looked around, the more he found evidence that indeed, he had hit this one out of the park. Not even a single person was wounded any longer, and if he counted correctly, even the civilians who had been clinically dead were fine again. This was amazing, and far greater than anything Jools had ever dared to hope achieving.

But that was the true wonder of his profession. Even though he knew a lot more than most about the workings of the universe, and even though he could do things no mere mortal would think possible, there were still miracles happening to him.

Silently, he gave a small prayer of gratitude. Three times today, he had been lucky beyond any reason. Sometimes, the hand of God manifested in the smallest things, but then that was where it was most powerful.

But there was someone else he had to thank besides God.

Smiling, he squeezed back into the stable, where Mica was just putting his pants back on.

“Hey,” he said again. “Thank you. I couldn’t have done this without you.”

“I have to thank you.” Mica replied, slightly tongue in cheek. “And I couldn’t have done this without you, either.”

Laughing softly, Jools wondered what would become of Mica once they left this town. People here on Leichnam wouldn’t forget that he had joined in an Aroona ritual, and probably would be giving him a hard time for it sooner or later. It would be a shame to see someone like Mica being ground down by such a dismal place like this.

But considering the boy’s special talents, there was an option here that Father Jools surely wouldn’t let go to waste.

“Tell me, Mica. Have you ever considered joining the church?”

Meridaemeridae on April 22nd, 2012 05:47 am (UTC)

uh . . . wait . . . .

osirisbrackhausosirisbrackhaus on April 22nd, 2012 07:24 am (UTC)
Hehe. Trying my best.
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Charischarisstoma on April 22nd, 2012 06:08 am (UTC)
Yes, I'd say that Mica would make a very good addition to the church. Impressive display of power and lots of good will for the
platoon. Mission accomplished.

And to think that Mica is only partially deflowered. *grins*

osirisbrackhausosirisbrackhaus on April 22nd, 2012 07:25 am (UTC)
Well, technically he has lost his virginity completely. But that won't keep Father Jools from adding a whole lot of fascinating 'lectures' on the subject. ^^
BerthaBlueberthablue on April 22nd, 2012 06:32 am (UTC)
So we clamored and you delivered...

Now, if we clamor for more, do we get to see more of Mica getting deflowered? *smirk* He'll never have this good of sex again, unless he, *ahem* joins the church.

This was awesome! Such a nice little snippet of Aroona power and how they work out. Thank you!
osirisbrackhausosirisbrackhaus on April 22nd, 2012 07:27 am (UTC)
Thank you for taking the time to comment!

Well, you'd have to clamor A LOT to get more of Mica and Jools at this point in time. There's just too many other stories I am supposed to be writing.

But who knows, maybe the muses bite again.
idolme922idolme922 on April 22nd, 2012 03:22 pm (UTC)
That was just totally perfect! A wounderous blend of stable boy and miracle and hope. So nicely done. Thank you for yeilding to our cries for more!! I look forward to whatever is next!!

Hugs and ♥ (I send kisses to Beryll so she won't mind. I'm a safe distance!! LOL)
Beryllrynthjan on April 22nd, 2012 04:21 pm (UTC)
You may hug and cuddle him all you like since I know with you nothing will happen ;)
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Milady OMlady_om on April 23rd, 2012 12:07 am (UTC)
Oh my, that was hawt. So virgin stable boy turns out to be a minor sex god. Who would have thought? Best lines:

“I am not a girl.”
“I know.”

I half expected hoping rabbits and chirping birds in the aftermath. :)
osirisbrackhausosirisbrackhaus on April 23rd, 2012 04:10 am (UTC)
Well, let's make that a budding sex god. ^^

And yes, there would have been hopping bunnies and birds and butterflies if that had happened on Terra. But this is Leichnam, and I really didn't want to go into the details of the local fauna.

And hopping slugs would have looked entirely silly, too.
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triptyxtriptyx on April 23rd, 2012 03:17 pm (UTC)
Yay! I like Mica a lot I do hope he gets to leave Leichnam with Father Jools! :D

So whats next? >:D >:D >:D <---has no shame at all! ;) :D Thank you for this! :)
osirisbrackhausosirisbrackhaus on April 24th, 2012 07:07 am (UTC)
I like Mica a lot, too. I don't if he's going to leave Leichnam any time soon, but I am pretty sure he'll leave town with Father Jools.

Next up will be the remaining chapters of 'Even Nobles Cry', which will fill up the schedule for quite a while. During that time, I'll try to get 'The Windmines of Bora Bora' done, as that will be the lead in to 'Job Requirements' which in turn is needed for 'Pleasure Cruise II'.

I'll try and put up a post later on detailing the results of the poll.
hab318princess on May 30th, 2012 08:16 am (UTC)
Leichnam means corpse in German - not sure if you know that - so all that life is just awesome

Great chapter
osirisbrackhausosirisbrackhaus on May 30th, 2012 08:57 am (UTC)
Thanks so much, dear!

And thanks for pointing out the planet's name.

It's not a lifeless planet, though. The name Leichnam came up when explorers first spotted the planet and it was so uniformly shrouded in thin clouds it looked like a corpse ready for burial. It was meant as a crude joke at first, but somehow it stuck. (Which means - we like it. ^^)
ruefullruefull on January 17th, 2013 01:52 pm (UTC)
This was awesome. *g* God bless Mica, lol!
osirisbrackhausosirisbrackhaus on January 17th, 2013 08:00 pm (UTC)
Hehe. Thank you, dear!
But I think you misspelled 'blessed'. ^^