a garden enclosed by wordslinging, M, Porn with Feelings

He makes his way home, aching but triumphant, to find Marcus already there, the contents of Tomas's medicine cabinet strewn across the bathroom as he sits on the floor tending to a vicious cut on his arm. Tomas moves to help him, his own injuries forgotten when he sees how deep the gash is and how pale Marcus is from blood loss, already calculating how hard it's going to be to talk him into an ER visit.
"What happened?" he asks, looking up, and instead of answering Marcus lifts a hand, fingers ghosting over the cut on Tomas's forehead and sliding into his hair, and kisses him.
It feels inevitable, somehow, even as Tomas's heart pounds and his head spins. Like everything between them has been leading up to this, from the first moment their eyes met in St. Aquinas's--or even before that, from the first time Tomas saw Marcus in his dreams and didn't understand why.
He closes his eyes, brings his hands up to cup Marcus's face, and kisses back.

Хорошее, верибельное начало. Если это могло случиться, так именно в тот момент - когда Маркус выложился для Бога по полной и заслужил глоток радости для себя.
И вот это прям очень:

Each time, no matter how brief the kiss, there's that same fierceness from Marcus, that desperate hunger that both overwhelms Tomas and leaves him burning with anger at the world for letting this man end up so starved for affection and contact.

ДА, ЧЕРТ ПОБЕРИ.

Words, Words, Words by potentiality_26 - преслэш, флафф, скраббл, Луис)

Whether Marcus was aware of any of this or not was another question. Whether he touched Tomas to warm him, to distract him, to seduce him little by little- or whether he did it unconsciously, because he needed it in the way he clearly needed so many things and did not let himself acknowledge it, did not let himself admit that he was lonely and hungry, for fear that he would get nothing, which he somehow believed he deserved. That was why Tomas would give him whatever he asked for. That was why Tomas was not afraid.

Scarlet by Zaxal, херт/комфорт, на фразу "Would you just hold still?". Маркус ранен, Томас его зашивает.
Мне нравится вот это "красное" рефреном:

“Not bad for your first stitches,” Marcus says.
“I couldn’t stop my hands shaking.”
“Tomas,” and his words are red, the words of the Savior in the Holy Book, standing out to be found and read and worshiped. There is a gentleness to them, on the near side to a fury. The Father loves, but he also punishes.
Hands cup his face, and Marcus is suddenly there, forehead against forehead, his piercing eyes closed. “You never should have had to do this.”
“Neither should you,” he says, tears stinging in his eyes.
“Tomas,” Marcus chides with a laugh, as if it’s so ridiculous that he deserved a normal life, a happy life.
Tomas’s heart bleeds red.

and i shall be healed by peacefrog - драйвовое ПВП с AUшным уклоном, где Томас встречает Маркуса в расцвете силы и удачи; не было ни мальчика Габриэля, ни приюта Фомы Аквинского, ни отлучения.
Священник, в чьем приходе случилась одержимость, и присланный Ватиканом экзорцист.

...he’d been a mess that night, high on adrenaline and relief and God’s love. Marcus had spent three days exorcising a boy from Tomas’ parish, and he’d allowed Tomas to observe him in that dank little room with a mattress tacked over the window. Marcus was magnificent, thrumming and wild with the power of the Word, and when finally it was through both of them were so high they’d found themselves all tangled up together in the bed of Marcus’ truck, necking like hormone-crazed teenagers well into the night.

"If we had a place, some place that we could go, just the two of us alone, I’d get on my knees for you. I’d take you into my mouth like communion."

Ахаха. Классное сравнение))
Вообще то, как здесь Томас воспринимает Маркуса, как смотрит на него - так зажигательно и... заразительно.

In the eyes of the Church this is a mortal sin. And as a priest, he’s turning his back on the sacred vows that for so many years he’s taken to heart. Tomas gazes up at Marcus, and all that shame cannot compare to the spark behind his eyes. He’s seen this man set alight with their Lord above. God flows through him, speaks His fury and His forgiveness through the lines of Marcus’ hands. After everything that Marcus has shown him, how can turning his body into a sacrament be anything but holy?