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Fic for 50kinkyways, Forbidden Image, The Da Vinci Code, Silas/Aringarosa, R

Title: Forbidden Image
Author: Carol Anne Caiafa
Fandom: The Da Vinci Code
Pairing: Aringarosa/Silas
Rating: R
Summary: A pornographic image capture’s Silas’s imagination…
Warnings: M/m sexual fantasies, references to bondage and pornography, religious imagery, pain and self-flagellation, angst
Disclaimer: Don’t own them, no profit, suing is futile!
Word Count: 323
A/N: Written for 50kinkyways, prompt #21, Spreader Bars

Bishop Aringarosa sighed heavily as he looked down at the magazine that Silas had just handed him. His face wore an expression of sorrow mixed with disgust.

“Thank you for bringing this matter to my attention, my child. I am deeply saddened that a fellow numerary has committed such a grave sin as to have this filth in his possession. I will deal with him personally – a heavy penance will have to be imposed, since his soul is in such peril.”

“Yes, Father,” Silas answered, and reluctantly left when he was asked to. He had wanted to remain with the Bishop a while, to talk further of carnality and sin – for he knew that some time soon he would have to confess the wicked thing that he had done.

Silas had taken a look at the pages of the magazine himself, and become aroused.

The pictures were all of young men, nude and in a variety of bondage poses. Some were even gagged or being whipped. There was one photograph in particular that had caught Silas’s eye – not because he wanted to possess the man in the image, but because he wanted to be him.

It was a picture of a young, pale man – an albino like himself, in fact. The boy in the photograph’s white hair and skin seemed almost luminous against the dark background of a velvet wall hanging. He was handcuffed, and his slender legs were forced apart by metal spreader bars. There was an expression of utter bliss on the boy’s face, as if he were a saint depicted in an icon. Silas shuddered, resolving to don his cilice as soon as he returned to his room, and to whip himself heavily that night. It would take intense pain to drive these blasphemous images from his mind – or the fantasy of himself bound and spread like that boy, naked beneath the eyes and hands of his beloved Bishop Aringarosa.
Tags: aringarosa/silas:50kinks
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