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"He kissed the door to heaven; yet went to hell"

-Luke 22:47-48

Judas walked into the Starbucks not knowing that his entire life would be affected by such a simple choice. He walked in that morning just wanting to order a ridiculously priced frozen beverage. One that he didn’t need and would probably cause some sort of constipation issues later.

The minute he saw the beautiful man sitting in the middle of the crowded Starbucks with three other men, he knew that his life would never be the same. The man had olive skin and medium length curly brown hair. He looked so calm, almost like a child who knows nothing of death and taxes. He seemed to be… expecting Judas. He glanced at Judas like a narrator might do to a character who doesn’t know what’s coming next.

Judas half-smiled back at the strange man. He didn’t really know what to make of him, or the men surrounding him who seemed so invested in what he was saying. Almost like it was life or death.

Judas ordered his coffee. And waited to hear his name and get his coffee with his name probably spelled like “JUDE-ASS” in shitty handwriting. Typical. Once he had the coffee in his hands he turned to try and find a seat so he could read a few Buzzfeed articles and continue on with his boring, unimportant life, and mayyybbee he could stare at the beautiful man in a not-so totally creepy way-

“You know, what you’ve ordered is not only unhealthy for your body but the environment.”

Judas’ eyes jerked up to meet with the beautiful man’s gaze. Shit, this guy was even more beautiful up close than he was from before. Judas couldn’t tell from afar just how olive and smooth this man’s skin was, or that he had small freckles almost carefully put on his face. He didn’t notice how the guy’s hair wasn’t just brown. It was blonde, and light brown, and dark brown and auburn, and almost black in some strands. On almost anyone else, his hair would’ve looked ratty, but for this guy it worked. He didn’t notice the gold beads that ran proudly through the man’s hair. He didn’t see the man’s gold nose ring which stood out proudly, and beautifully. There was no way that he could notice the man’s eyes. They weren’t just blue, green, brown, or even grey. They seemed to represent every colour of the rainbow, even colors that Judas couldn’t quite describe. He wore gold rings on nearly every other finger, each seemed almost too well placed out to be random, but too effortlessly achieved to be thought out. This man was almost like a god or an angel placed amongst mortals. Judas almost forgot the man even spoke to him.

“Yeaa, well why are you here if you don’t even like Starbucks?” Judas asked, pointedly trying to fluster the man. The man however, seemed unfazed by Judas’ words, as if he’d expected it.

“Because here I can catch more fish. Here I can capture more sheep for the flock.” Okkaayyy so obviously this guy’s on some sort of drugs. Weed, LSD, prescription.. Something.

“Riiighht, well have fun catching worms or dogs or whatever. Some of us have to live in the real world ya know.” Judas made a way to the door before he felt the man grab his arm. It was a strong, yet not uncomfortable grip, still, Judas turned quickly to say something. The dude only had one or two inches of height difference, but Judas knew he could take him down immediately. But one look in that man’s colourful and soulful eyes, and he knew that he didn’t need to fight.

“You can live in this world, but not be of it.” Judas’ eyebrows furrowed slightly. This man only spoke in parables it seemed.  

“What like an alien?” The man smiled at Judas’ sarcastic remark. What a beautiful smile, Judas thought. Little did he know just how much he’d make this man cry.

“Not exactly,” The man smiles even wider if the very thought of aliens are just that funny, it made Judas feel validated in a way.

“What’s your name?”

“Judas”

“Jewww-dahzz-” the man repeats his name on his tongue. Judas smirked.  

“My name is Jesus. And I’d love for you to sit with me and my friends.” Jesus let go of Judas’ arm, to gesture behind him. There at the small table were three men. Who were all sort of dressed like Jesus, sort of hipster meets hippie chic style. They all were smiling, and seemed.. To glow. They immediately waved at Judas, beaming smiles of hope. Judas didn’t understand these people. How could they be so damn chipper?

“What’re you like some sort of rabbi?” Judas asked, he knew he wasn’t supposed to talk about it. But it was hard for him to believe. Honestly believe in some guy in the sky that was supposed to be his spiritual guide and father, and no matter how attractive this man was, there was no way that he was going to sit and listen to someone speak about God. Jesus chuckled and placed his hand on the small of Judas’ back to lead him towards his table.

When Judas sat down at that table and the men spoke, he was amazed and taken aback. They weren’t talking about God, per say, just about Jesus. He claimed to be the son of God. The messiah, who was here to bring good. Judas looked around him in confusion.

“What good have you brought?” Judas spat. He wanted to leave, but what Jesus was saying and claiming was just too interesting to ignore.

Jesus bore into Judas’ cold and unforgiving aqua eyes. Judas found himself wanting to break the gaze, but not doing it out of pride and stubbornness. Jesus’ eyebrows went up, forming a shocked expression. 

“Have patience, Judas. Good things come to those who wait.” Jesus murmured. He finally looked away and took a sip of his smart water from his environmentally safe reusable bottle. Judas couldn’t believe what the fuck was wrong with him. This man was so confusing, yet so clear at the same time. And while Judas didn’t necessarily agree with everything he was saying, he wasn’t even sure if this man was the “messiah”. But when Jesus asked Judas to join them, he didn’t have  to think about it.

He didn’t join because he was devoted to Jesus like the others were, he didn’t join because he felt like it was God’s will. He joined because it felt exhilarating. So unsure and unclear of the future. He felt safe, but on the edge of his seat with this group.

Little did he know just how much he’d impact the group and how in that moment of deciding, he’d written his name in history… forever.

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ONE YEAR LATER

“Reporting live from ABC 7 Eyewitness news. Tonight we are going to be speaking about a man that many know as Jesus Christ. He has caused quite a stir. Him and his ‘disciples’ as many call them have received tons of attention from all around the globe. The group or cult as some are calling them started out in California with only 5 members.

Now Jesus has 12 men, or disciples as many call them, working directly under him. Their following around the world has increased tremendously and continues to do so. With over 150.2 million Instagram followers and 20.5 million twitter followers this group has a large following of people of all ages, races, genders, sexualities, and class. They call themselves, “Christians” and their symbol, a sort of elongated lowercase t have become for many a beacon of hope and for some a symbol of defiance and chaos.”

The news anchor looked to his co-worker to continue with the coverage.

“Well Dean, The group first gained popularity with Jesus and his followers’ claims that Jesus is the sole heir of God. They’ve started a gofundme in order to pay for their services, and many events. The gofundme account has raised over 1.5 million dollars. With the money donated to them, Jesus has healed the sick, caused the blind to see, and made those who couldn’t walk stand. His followers claim that these are miracles that are allowed to manifest because of God’s power.”

Shirley went on to say, “His most popular and most recent “miracle” occurred when his congregation held a service on YouTube Live. Jesus had promised the people watching, that if they were hungry, God would provide. He went on to promise to those who had no food, not just the ones watching would have something to eat that night. Slowly but surely people around the world found themselves with loaves of bread and tilapia in woven baskets on their dinner tables.”

“Unfortunately not everyone is as pleased with Jesus and his following. Many are calling this new religion a cult, and its claims absolutely ridiculous and blasphemous. There have been dozens of Youtube theories explaining Jesus’ miracles and writing them off as basic magic tricks. Many feel unsafe with the sudden rise of his following. Police have tried to arrest Jesus on multiple occasions for all sorts of things. But because he hasn’t committed any illegal acts, they can’t put him behind bars just yet. Shirley, do you have anything else to add?”

“Yes. Dean the problem here is mainly controversy. Many feel oppressed and conflicted with Jesus and what he’s saying. His most controversial act, which I think we can all agree on is when he supposedly raised his friend… from the dead.”

Dean nodded in memory of the commotion that came with that event.

“That did cause quite an uproar Shirley!”

“Well Dean, it’s safe to say that the future is uncertain when it comes to Jesus and the Christians.”

“You are right about that Shirley! ABC 7 is holding a poll on twitter where you can vote on whether or not you think Christianity and Jesus is real and valid or if it’s just a dangerous cult that needs to be stopped immediately.”

“And when we return…”

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“JESUS LOOK!” Peter pulled out his iphone and handed it to the young minister. Jesus took it and saw that they were up in the polls. With 69% of people feeling like Jesus and Christianity was valid and 21% of people feeling like they were a dangerous cult. An 10% of the people felt unsure or didn’t care. Jesus smiled, and handed Peter back his phone. He stood and addressed his closest friends.

“I’d just like to thank everyone tonight for following and believing in me and my capabilities. Without you men, this movement wouldn’t have caught on. You men give my father and I so much happiness and hope for the future. Thank you Peter for allowing us to use your home, please thank your mother for me. In short have fun and enjoy each other’s company!” All of the men cheered.

Jesus knew that Judas wasn’t here tonight. He knew why, it was apart of God’s plan. But it still hurt. Their relationship has been somewhat interesting to say the least. Judas seemed to regard Jesus not as a leader but as someone he didn’t understand. Judas was unlike the other disciples, and Jesus only knew it was a matter of time before Judas’ differences got in the way of his group and their movement.

“Hey, Jesus, dude, you should look at this.” John handed Jesus his silver smartphone with their ‘gofundme’ page up on the screen. “Over $1000 is missing from our account.”

Jesus took hold of the smartphone, conscious of what was happening, but he didn’t think it would happen this fast.

“Don’t worry, I’ll care of this, John.” His voice conveyed his serene demeanor, never betraying his usual attitude.

Jesus calmly pushed his way through the small crowd, slipping his hand in the back pocket of his blue jeans to retrieve his smartphone. He opened the message application and tapped on the conversation he shared with Judas. He beamed at the contact photo of Judas depicted in a field of bright yellow flowers that he distinctly remembered capturing on the device in his slender hands. His smile softened as he typed his message.

‘hey where r u???.’

To his delight, Judas replied almost immediately with ‘just chillin.’ Jesus looked up from his phone puzzled, seeking his mind for an appropriate reply.

‘i thought u were gonna join us 2nite for the celebration.’ Jesus stood looking down at his phone in anticipation, awaiting Judas’ reply.

‘ahhh i completely forgot.’

Really? That’s all he could come up with? Jesus scoffed as he silently thought, reminding himself of what was to come.

‘Well ok then can i come over???’ Jesus responded. He turned off his screen and stared off idly into the distance, the pain of knowledge painted on his face. He felt a vibration in his hand holding his phone, signaling Judas’ answer. He looked back down at the small screen to see ‘yeah sure my parents are still on a business trip so youre good’ written in the white speech bubble. Jesus chuckled; I suppose I’ll enjoy this while it lasts .

If a man lies with a male as with a woman, both of them have committed an abomination; they shall surely be put to death; their blood is upon them.

- Leviticus 20:13

Jesus started towards his prius and hopped in the driver’s seat. He set a course for Judas’ home, only a few miles from his current location, grinning knowingly. When he arrived, Jesus just about jumped out of his hybrid vehicle towards the front door of the sleek modern city home belonging to Judas’ parents. Jesus knocked on the door and flashed a charming smile as he was greeted by the pleasant face of Judas. His heart swelled at the grin Judas replied with and he got lost admiring the angular features of his friend’s visage.

“Hey how are you, Jesus?” Judas asked thoughtfully, yet forcefully.

Jesus chuckled, “I’m great Judas.” He stepped into the entryway of the house, continuing to lock eyes with the man in front of him. An audible intake of breath came from Judas as he marvelled at Jesus’ alluring eyes.

“Uhh so what’s up?” Judas asked with a slight bounce to his step as he followed Jesus to the living room.

Jesus sat down on one of the comfortable couches and patted the spot next to him, “Please sit down.”

Instead of sitting where Jesus indicated, Judas sat on the identical couch across from Jesus, “I know this isn’t about not showing up to the celebration, sooo?” Judas prompted Jesus for the reason of the fascinating man’s visit.

Jesus smiled, “You’re astute, Judas. No this isn’t about your attendance to the celebration. I just wanted to let you know that I know what you’re doing. You’re a college student, you’re in need of money, I get it,” Judas’ eyes widened slightly, “It’s fine, I has foreseen this happening. Do what you must.”

“I… I didn’t-”

“It’s okay, Judas, but there’s no point in deceit now.”

Judas paused, stunned and almost unable to speak, “My god, you’re intriguing. How are you so chill? I hacked the gofundme account to fund myself and you’re so composed—no yelling or throwing things… How do you do it?”

Jesus grinned then winked, “I suppose I could give you some tips.”

Judas just about fell apart and melted when Jesus shot him that seductively beautiful look. His desire to get into Jesus’ pants increased ten fold. His heart skipped a beat as Jesus moved closer. He almost protested, but ardor ruled his body as he straightened out and with a swift movement closed the gap between the two men in a passionate kiss. Jesus’ lips were soft, warm, and inviting against his. His hands gently grasped the sides of Jesus’ face while Jesus slipped one hand to rest on the nape of Judas’ neck, his fingers entwined in Judas’ dark hair. Their tongues mingled together as Jesus deepened the kiss. Judas softly pushed Jesus onto the sofa, their lips continued to lock, then straddled his thighs.

Jesus tenderly pulled away from Judas’ face to gaze desirously into the man’s eyes, “You kissed the door to heaven.”

Judas, not caring what Jesus actually meant by that statement gave him a sultry smirk, “The door to heaven isn’t on your face.”

Jesus chuckled, “I guess you’re right. Why don’t you find where the door to heaven truly is then.”

The seductive tone in Jesus’ lilt nearly killed Judas. He wanted this man more than ever and now was his chance to fulfill this fantasy of his.

“Well lucky for you, I have just the tools necessary for doing this.” Judas pulled a condom and a good-sized packet of lube out from his back pocket of his jeans.

Jesus laughed awkwardly as he watched Judas strip in front of him. Judas looked down at Jesus from his standing position just as he zipped down his jeans, “What? Do you need help with that or something?”

Jesus looked down at his clothes and slowly started to remove his t-shirt. He started to feel slightly uncomfortable as he recognized the unfamiliarity of what was to come. Judas noticed the uncertainty in Jesus’ eyes and resolved to comfort him.

“You’ve never done this before have you?” Judas asked the beautiful man sitting on the couch. Jesus shook his head. “Here, I’ll help you, darling.”

Judas descended to his knees and seductively slid his hands up the sides of Jesus’ legs. His hands stopped at Jesus’ crotch and he undid the zipper and button on Jesus’ jeans. Sliding the jeans gracefully to the floor, Judas looked up at Jesus, his eyes searching for consent.

“You’re sure you wanna do this?”

Breathlessly, Jesus uttered a quick reply, “Yes.”

Judas’ heart raced, bathing in the glory that was Jesus. He melted at Jesus’ voice and touch and glance. He wasn’t quite sure if he was in love, but he knew that in this moment he would give Jesus his all. Head and heart pounding simultaneously, he slowly pulled Jesus’ eco-friendly, biodegradable thong towards him, exposing Jesus’ dick. Judas felt blessed.

Gently, almost timidly, Judas lifted Jesus’ semi-erect cock—the reason for the odd cadence of his breathing—to his eager lips. On a whim, he decided to shoot his gaze straight up at Jesus and they immediately locked eyes. Keeping steady eye contact, Judas flicked his tongue over the head of Jesus’ cock, delicate yet firm. The tactile tension of such an action caused Jesus to exhale shakily. Judas smirked devilishly at the reaction and continued, licking and sucking lightly at Jesus’ divine cock head.

He began to feel a bit light-headed, mind buzzing listlessly as he closed his eyes and went through the motions he knew all too well. What brought him momentarily back to reality was the gentle hand in his hair tugging earnestly. He couldn’t fathom he was finally sucking off the man of his dreams, the man he’d been following and worshipping for a year now and here he was on his knees, nude in his parents’ living room giving Jesus Christ a blowjob. It felt surreal. Jesus felt surreal, as if he wasn’t a human man, but a god-like being descended to earth to exist in this moment.

“Judas,” Jesus whined, “Please.”

Again Jesus led—nay, shepherded—him back to reality, with the sweetest tone of voice only possible with such a magnificent man. Upon opening his eyes Judas realized a couple of minutes must’ve passed wherein his body took over as his throat was quickly becoming sore from his effort in deepthroating Jesus. Shit , was he moving too fast for him?

Glancing up towards Jesus, it was written plainly on his face what he wanted. Looking back at the couch where he left the condom and lube, he spoke his command, “On the couch.”

He stood up, snatching the condom and expertly ripping the packaging open. In his peripheral vision, he could see Jesus obeying his request, sitting on the couch facing him. He peered up at Jesus with a warm smile as he slid the condom down the length of his own cock. The way Jesus was gazing at him caught him off-guard. It was almost indescribable, the unearthly radiance of his countenance, the brilliance of his multi-colored eyes, the placid submission to a mere mortal.

Jesus chuckled, drawing Judas from his thoughts. “What?” Judas asked, a mix of confusion bubbling up inside of him. He couldn’t help but think for a moment that this was wrong.

“Oh,” Jesus hummed amusedly, “You’re so gentle, Judas.”

Instantly everything was right again. Judas began developing the overwhelming feeling of wanting to listen to Jesus say his name over and over and over again in the sweet seduction of the coming moments. He hoped with his whole heart that would become reality.

Without another moment to spare, Judas carefully tore the packet of lube open and squeezed a generous amount on his condomed dick. He emptied the rest of the packet into his hand, then glanced back at Jesus.

“Lay back,” it almost sounded as if he phrased it as a question, his commands losing their fragile grasp on firmness. He’d had sex with many men before Jesus, but for some reason, this man was different, wildly different in the most positive way possible. He was intoxicated by Jesus’ presence and would’ve easily yielded to the man if that’s what he wanted, but for some reason unknown to him, this son of God wanted to submit to him.

Jesus was on his back with his thighs apart before Judas even realized it, his multichromatic eyes beckoning him forth. With the hand full of lube, Judas delicately teased Jesus’ asshole while briefly avoiding eye contact. He knew Jesus was fixated on him, but he felt like if he met those eyes, he would shy away at the depth of love within those rainbow pools of beauty. He felt the adoration and devotion in the light touches of Jesus fingertips on his arms, shoulders and face and in the slurry of whispered affirmations as he slid a finger easily inside of Jesus.

If he was being completely honest with himself, Judas wasn’t sure whether to be put off by Jesus’ blatant and robust passion for him. Was he in love? Were they in love? Maybe that was a question for another time, but in the moment Judas relied on his thoughts to distract him from the alluring touches and the whispers as he added a second finger.

“Judas,” Jesus breathed.

It was too much, Jesus was driving Judas insane. He was too distracting, too enchanting; there was no way Judas could keep holding back. In fact, Jesus was practically begging for him to lose himself in honeyed embrace together. There was no sense in delaying the inevitable.

Judas removed his fingers from Jesus’ ass, causing the man to release a quick exhale. Slowly and deliberately, he plunged his cock inside his lord and savior. Much to his delight, a melody of a string of sweet nothings poured from Jesus’ lips, drowning him in ecstasy. Those whispered words acted as fuel, propelling Judas further until their hips were flush against each other. Judas canted forwards, leaning into Jesus, but hesitating halfway there. Yet, before he could allow himself to think, Jesus pulled him into a desperate embrace, clinging tightly to Judas. He couldn’t help but breathe in that ambrosial cologne Jesus always wore, mindlessly affectionate with the soft kisses down Jesus’ neck and shoulder.

After a blissful few moments like this, Jesus began to grind his hips against Judas’, revealing the impatience in his need for Judas to continue. Gladly obliging him, Judas placed a hand on Jesus’ chest as he leaned back away from him. Gradually, Judas began to issue series of short, slow thrusts. He closed his eyes and let his head fall back, pierced nose towards the ceiling as he released a low moan. His breathing quickened in conjunction with Jesus’ and the increased swiftness of his thrusts.

Grasping, reaching, holding onto something, anything, Jesus clutched the edge of the couch with one hand and his cock in the other, allowing each motion of the thrusts to do the work for him. He arched his back, raising his perfectly shaped eyebrows in pleasured elation. He was quickly growing addicted to the suspension of thought, the brief interlude from his gift of forethought (though sometimes it seemed akin to a curse). He refused to allow any part of his mind think of what was to become of Judas, it was too painful now to think of the end when they were there together in the here and now.

“Fuck,” Judas cursed, breathing heavily, “Jesus, I—I’m gonna cum.” It was almost if he was asking for permission, although he was wearing a condom.

“Yes, Judas, please,” Jesus was breathless as well, but decided that Judas needed to hear it from his lips.

With a few more rough thrusts, Judas leaned back into Jesus, riding out the decadence of his satisfying orgasm in the arms of Christ. A couple moments later, Jesus followed suit, climaxing in blissful splendor, enveloped in the warmth Judas radiated. They laid there intertwined for a long while; Judas felt completely grounded to reality, resting his head on Jesus’ chest and listening to his heartbeat. Their breathing gradually normalized, their features illuminating with post-coital afterglow. It felt right, comfortable even, to lay together, Jesus playing with Judas’ hair while Judas was busy tracing the tattoos on Jesus’ bicep with his finger.

“What is this?” Judas thought and asked aloud.

Shifting his focus to Judas’ words, Jesus’ fingers stilled in Judas’ hair. His smile was audible in his voice, “Why, my dear Judas, this is love.”

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THREE MONTHS LATER

“As you know, the Passover is two days away—and the Son of Man will be handed over to be crucified.”

- Matthew 26:2

“And that’s why Mary was able to do keg stands at the last party—through the power of prayer.”

As soon as Jesus’ speech ceased, those entranced by his honey-laced words began applauding vigorously. Jesus could captivate an audience of any kind and have every individual in the room hanging on his every last syllable. This crowd was no different. The huge high end nightclub was silent for once as Jesus finished recounting his parable. People of varying ages, ethnicities, and genders, congregated in front of the open stage, gazing up in awe at Jesus who seemed to glow under the impromptu spotlight. He beamed down at every face, every pair of eyes that met his, yet he couldn’t help it when his dazzling eyes wandered off to connect with Judas.’ It was second nature at this point in their relationship to find each other in a crowd, seeing as how they spent so much time together in these sorts of situations.

When Judas glanced up to see Jesus smiling at him from the stage, his breath caught. He couldn’t possibly stop himself from smiling. He loved that man with all his heart. He watched on, briefly overeager, as Jesus stepped off the stage in his general direction. Jesus’ gait was more of a glide as he made his way over to Judas and the rest of his apostles.

Jesus set his hand on Judas’ shoulder and shot him a saccharine smile before addressing the apostles, “Tonight has been a success. Tomorrow night, we party. Marie and Marty, the siblings of Lazarus invited us over to their place for a rager tomorrow. We could not possibly turn down the invitation and their hospitality, for they are certainly demonstrating their gratitude on behalf of their brother.”

The apostles nodded in agreeance, recalling their encounter with the siblings earlier in the week. How could they forget that Jesus had raised a man back from the dead?

“Good, then,” Jesus smiled brilliantly, continuing his train of thought, “Wear your Saturday night best then gentlemen (and Mary). I’ll text you all the address.”

With that the apostles dispersed, talking as they went their own separate ways. 

Jesus sidled up to Judas, hand still resting on the taller man’s shoulder, “I trust I’ll see you there tomorrow?”

Judas smiled, pulling Jesus’ hips closer to his own, “Is that even a question?”

“I suppose it was more of a statement,” Jesus bit his lip, debating whether or not he should voice the question he wanted to ask. “Come home with me tonight?”

“Ah, now that’s a better question,” Judas let his hands slide from Jesus’ hips to his ass, squeezing firmly, “A tempting offer… how could I decline?”

“You tell me,” Jesus brushed his lips against Judas’ seductively.

Judas gave Jesus a short kiss akin to a peck that left the son of God unsatisfied and begging for more—just as Judas liked him. Taking Jesus by the hand, Judas pulled away from him and towards the exit of the nightclub through the crowd of people who were now jumping and dancing wildly.

Outside of the club, Jesus’ prius was parked in a prime spot close to the entrance/exit. As they approached, Jesus, unable to contain his excitement, stopped Judas by pulling his hand and in one swift action locked lips with him. The feeling of desperation was mutual, in fact they were both unsure at this point if they’d make it back to Jesus’ flat before getting down and dirty in the prius. 

Pushing Jesus up against the eco-friendly car, Judas deepened the kiss, but just as he did so they heard someone clearing their throat behind them, obviously trying to get their attention.

“Sorry to bother you two, but Jesus, there seems to be a problem with the twitter page,” John notified, a bit guilty for interrupting the two.

Jesus glanced at John from over Judas’ shoulder, releasing his grip on Judas’ hair, “What seems to be the problem?”

John sighed wearily, “It seems like a possible hack, but I’ll have to go home to check the software.”

Jesus thought for a moment, deciphering the situation against the passanger’s door of his prius in the arms of Judas, “If you think it’s serious, then it must be. I’ll go with you.” He turned his attention back to Judas, “Take my car to my place, I’ll meet you there a bit later.” He took his keys out of his pocket and handed them to Judas. He left with a rushed kiss and a ‘sorry’ on his lips.

Judas watched as Jesus left with John then glanced up to the stars with an exasperated sigh. All he could hope was that this ‘hack’ was nothing and Jesus would meet him soon. With that, he unlocked the car doors, slid into the driver’s seat and drove off from the club.

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Throwing Jesus’ keys in a bamboo wood key tray by the front door of his flat, he fell into one of the minimalist designed couches in the front room with a huff. He took his iPhone out of his back pocket and mindlessly opened instagram. He browsed his feed for a few minutes before receiving a text from an unknown number. With an eyebrow raised, he opened the text message and read it silently.

‘Someone hacked the twitter, instagram, and facebook group of @the_disciples as well as your instagram and twitter dm’s, @iscariot24. That someone was me and my colleagues. If you know what’s best for you, you will tell no one. We have an abundance of photos and texts that serve as damning evidence against the validity of Jesus’ newly popular cult.’

Judas breath caught in his chest, his head began to spin. He was genuinely terrified. His mind cycled through all the things he ever sent anyone, especially Jesus. He had an idea of the kind of shit these people were now privy to.

A new message popped up on the chat: ‘Don’t believe us? Why don’t you see for yourself?’ A video was sent by the unknown number to Judas. He instantly knew what it was; a short 34 second video of an intimate moment between him and Jesus that the latter had asked to film and send him. Now these hackers had that and more and were certainly threatening to publicly expose Jesus.

‘Now that you’ve realized the depth of the situation you’re in, let’s strike a bargain. We promise to delete every picture, video, and text lifted from your social media accounts so long as you and your immoral terrorist cult delete your social media accounts and stop congregating. If you fail to do so, we will publicly release every illicit photo, video, and text on the @the_disciples social media accounts for the world to see. You know in this country that sodomy is punishable by death. We trust you will comply. More details to come.’

The world was crashing down around Judas. Was all this over? Was everything they worked so hard on over? How cruel was the world if love could be so easily destroyed? Judas cursed at the thought. He was desperately holding back tears.

He set his phone down on the sleek, modern coffee table in front of him, his hands shaking violently from the imminent panic attack. He stood up from the couch, careful to stand slowly for fear of fainting if he bolted up too quickly. A cold sweat came over him nonetheless as he moved towards Jesus’ bedroom door. Though he fumbled with the handle, he was able to open it. As soon as he burst into the room, he removed his shoes then immediately collapsed onto the bed, thankful for how soft and inviting it was. The sweet scent of Jesus lingered in the threads of the sheets, comforting Judas. He closed his eyes and focused on breathing, trying his damnedest to clear his mind and sleep. Luckily, minutes later, he drifted off into a deep dreamless slumber.

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“Yoooooo! Jesus is here, everyone—the party can officially begin!” Andrew the apostle hollered from the foyer of the manor. It was nearing 8pm and most of the apostles as well as other party-goers were starting the party at Marie, Marty, and Lazarus’ house. The siblings were descended from old money and therefore owned a large family manor on the outskirts of the city. The siblings were quite adept at throwing parties, so after Jesus had raised their brother, Lazarus, from the dead, they felt obligated to repay him and his followers in the way they knew the best.

“Oh my God, Jesus, we’re so glad you’re here!” Marty came dashing into the foyer to greet the Savior, two cocktails in hand. They smiled as they handed both cocktails to Jesus and the man on his arm, Judas. “Listen, my sister has a bottle of wine with your name on it, you should go see her when you finish these!”

“Oh, bless you, Marty,” Jesus thanked as he took the cocktail they handed him. “Now is it true that your brother is DJ’ing?”

Marty nodded, “Yeah, he’s just in the other room if you wanna say ‘hi.’ He’s feeling so much better, you really worked wonders.”

“It was no problem. I’m just glad I could be of service,” Jesus smiled as he left the conversation, taking Judas with him. Marty immediately flitted to another group nearby upon Jesus’ polite dismissal.

The next room was lavishly decorated as was the foyer. The main function of the room was probably as a living room, but the large space had been turned into a party room, complete with flashing lights and fog machines. A DJ booth was set up in the back corner of the room near the grand fireplace. Over the sea of party-goers, they could indeed see Lazarus at the DJ booth, turning tables as if he had not died at the beginning of the week.

As the two men, neared the DJ booth, Lazarus glanced up from his sick tunes and stared awestruck at Jesus. Abruptly, the music stopped and as it did, at least a hundred heads turned towards the DJ. 

Carefully and silently, as if he had planned it, Lazarus blasted the chorus of “So Happy I Could Die” by Lady Gaga and picked up the microphone, “What up, ya’ll! It’s ya boy DJ LAZ.ARUS introducing the man of the hour, JESUS!!”

In reply to Lazarus’ energetic introduction, the party people began cheering which evolved into a chanting of Jesus’ name. Jesus grinned at Lazarus who shared a similar, but hyped expression. It was a thrilling and satisfying moment for Jesus to see the fruits of his labor, the reason behind all that he did. Each voice belonged to a person he had helped in one way shape or form to better themselves and improve the lives of others through good-natured neighborly love. The scene quite nearly brought tears to Jesus’ multichromatic eyes. He squeezed Judas’ hand lovingly and looked up at the man. Judas wore a concerning expression, one Jesus had never seen before and it worried him. He made a mental note to talk to Judas a bit later.

“They want you to do the thing,” Lazarus tapped Jesus on the shoulder and the latter cocked his head at the unusual statement, “Ya know, the whole turning water into wine thing?”

Jesus chuckled, as Lazarus’ sister, Marie, handed him a full bottle of Evian water, “Oh, right.” He stared intently at the bottle of water and almost instantly, the clear water began slowly turning a deep red color from the bottom up. The crowd watched dumbfounded as they witnessed the miracle before their eyes. They murmured their awe in low, hushed voices as if they felt like they needed to be silent in order to watch the event unfold.

“Now, Marie, would you mind taking a sip of this and telling the crowd what it tastes like?” Jesus handed off the bottle of Evian turned to wine to Marie who took it and twisted the newly opened cap off.

Marie took a generous swig from the bottle and swallowed it with a thumbs up, “It’s definitely wine!” She shouted in response.

The crowd began roaring, swept up in the hysteria of the mass amazement. Jesus’ feat was beyond anyone’s wildest imaginations, they even doubted its possibility. Marie passed around the bottle of Evian wine so everyone could see for themselves and sure enough, to the party-goers’ disbelief, the water truly had been turned into wine. Many people surged towards Jesus in response and he greeted every single person with blessings and kindness.

“Hey, Jesus bro! Me and my siblings really want to just thank you for everything you’ve done for us! Namely bringing my dumbass back to life!!” Lazarus thanked Jesus and hyped the crowd simultaneously, causing the crowd to cheer once more. “Without you, I wouldn’t be here, man. I totally thank you!” Another cheer ripped through the crowd. “Now please except this rad fuckin bottle of wine (the expensive shit) as a token of our appreciation!”

Marie came back into the room with a bottle of wine the size of her forearm and Lazarus pointed to her as she did so the crowd could clear a path for her. Once she made it up to the DJ booth where Jesus and her brother stood, she opened the bottle skillfully. With the pop of the cork, another cheer resounded in the room.

Marie made a tipping motion with the bottle in her hand, “May I?”

Understanding that she wanted to pour out the wine like a libation over Jesus’ head, he responded by bowing his head for her and saying, “You may.”

Beaming brightly after receiving his permission, Marie proceeded to pour out the entire bottle of wine over Jesus’ head in gratitude. The whole crowd began another round of the uproarious chanting of Jesus’ name.

Jesus, acutely aware of Judas presence, glanced over to the man to read his thoughts. The same concerning expression was painted on his face and this time Jesus decided to do something about it. Slipping away as Lazarus set another record on the track, Jesus took Judas’ hand and pulled him into a different room, towards the nearby bathroom.

Judas was quiet the whole way to the bathroom and locked the door behind them himself. For just a moment they gazed at each other in different distressed expressions.

“Judas, please tell me what’s wrong.” Jesus pleaded in an anxious tone of voice.

Judas tried to dodge the inquiry, “It’s nothing, I’m just tired.”

Jesus narrowed his eyes, seemingly staring right through Judas’ soul. They both knew Judas was lying. Jesus wanted desperately to push the point to get Judas to tell him everything. He had an idea of what was about to happen, he had the strangest premonition. It saddened him to think of what was to come. He loved this man, despite what he was going to do.

Jesus sighed, “I can only hope I’ll understand in time.”

“Jesus…” Judas started, but couldn’t find the words to continue his train of thought.

He gently grasped the sides of Jesus’ face and kissed him softly and passionately. Jesus returned the kiss with equal feeling and force. He desperately held back tears, for he knew this was their last night together.

Deepening the kiss, Jesus, pushed Judas up against the sink counter, causing him to release one side of Jesus’ face to place his hand on the counter for stability. Jesus let one of his hands slip to Judas’ crotch, letting his intentions be known. Judas moaned an indirect approval; it took everything in him not fall apart immediately in Jesus’ hands. Sinking rapidly to his knees, Jesus released Judas’ lips, yet kept his eyes locked on his lover. His hands worked quickly to undo Judas’ black skinny jeans and he effortlessly pulled his lover’s boxers down, under his growing erection.

He released a lustful sigh as he brushed his lips against the tip of Judas’ cock, “I want to deepthroat you so bad, Judas.”

“Yes,” Judas whined, “Please.”

Smiling seductively, Jesus sucked lightly on the tip, causing Judas’ breath to quicken. Despite wanting to take it slow, at Judas’ urging, Jesus then wrapped his lips around Judas’ cock. Judas gently took hold of Jesus’ wine soaked hair, slowly impelling him towards the proximal end of his extremity [you’re welcome Papa Bones]. Judas bit his bottom lip to contain the sounds of pleasure fighting to be released.

“Please don’t stop,” Judas said breathlessly, releasing his grip on Jesus’ hair to steady himself with both hands on the sink counter.

Jesus obliged his lover, taking control of the situation. Sliding his hands up to Judas’ hips, Jesus continued enveloping his lover’s cock, refusing to stop until his nose made contact with Judas’ skin. Reaching his goal without gagging, Jesus triumphantly sucked the length of Judas’ cock down to the tip. He clutched his lover’s member playfully, glancing up with a small libidinous smile as he flicked his tongue over the tip. Then with a series of short, deliberate thrusts, issued by Judas, Jesus expertly finished Judas off, bringing his lover to a satisfying climax.

Gazing down at Jesus through his post-coital haze, Judas smiled as he watched Jesus stand to his full height. Jesus initiated a rough kiss in which most of Judas’ own cum ended up in his mouth.

As Jesus pulled away from the kiss, he smiled, “What? Afraid of swallowing?”

Judas chuckled, yet narrowed his eyes. He swallowed the contents of what was in his mouth in spite of Jesus’ challenge. Jesus reacted to this by laughing, completely aware that Judas was willing to do such a thing. Meanwhile Judas redid his jeans with a smile. When he finished, the two exited the bathroom, both in good moods.

“Hey, the pizza’s here!” Someone hollered from the foyer carrying a heavy looking stack of pizza boxes. Behind them, Marie held a smaller stack of about five pizza boxes.

“When did the pizza even get ordered?” Judas wondered aloud.

“Hey, bro,” Lazarus came up to Jesus and Judas, addressing both of them, “If you guys want pizza, you better come to the kitchen now!”

The pair shared a single amused glance before they followed Lazarus to the kitchen where the pizza was being brought. Adjacent to the kitchen was a dining room, complete with a mahogany dining table which was empty except for a stack of cheap paper plates and a mountainous pile of red pepper and parmesan packets.

After setting down the boxes of pizza she was carrying, Marie turned her attention to Jesus, “Hey Jesus, listen, I’m gonna save dining table seats for you and your apostles. You guys can have the entire dining room if you want actually.”

Jesus nodded, “Thank you, Marie, we appreciate it.”

Jesus headed into the dining room to choose a seat, Judas hot on his heels. To Judas’ surprise, Jesus picked a seat on the side of the table, near the middle, the least commanding position at any table. Jesus patted the seat to the right of him, compelling Judas to take the seat beside him. In compliance with Jesus’ wishes, Judas sat in the suggested seat just as a couple of disciples began to file in.

Jesus piped up before any of his disciples could sit down, “Oh, Philip? Would you mind getting Judas and me a couple of slices?”

“Sure thing, Jesus,” Philip agreed after setting his pizza down and nodding at Jesus.

Philip came back a few moments later with two more plates of pizza and set them in front of Jesus and Judas respectively. They thanked him as he sat back down. More disciples eventually trickled in with plates of pizza and randomly chose spots at the dining table. Soon all twelve were there, devouring their pizza hungrily, conversing as they did.

Seemingly out of the blue, Jesus spoke up during one of the quieter moments, “Truly, I will tell you, one of you will betray me.”

The disciples looked between each other shocked and saddened. They were absolutely stunned by the words that poured so mournfully from Jesus’ lips.

“Who of us would ever betray you?” Bartholomew asked in a slightly raised voice.

“Surely, it’s not me,” resounded a few disciples.

“I would never,” a few more added.

The one who stayed unnoticeably silent was Judas. Quiet, yet startled Judas. His head was spinning a bit from all the shouting and ass kissing the disciples were engaging Jesus in. He knew more about Jesus than any of them, he was the closest to their rabbi-like teacher, and yet he knew it was himself whom Jesus spoke of. He could already feel like a betrayer, he could practically picture the dejected face Jesus would make when he found out. He knew whatever he did he was damned, but he had already decided to protect Jesus at all costs. Whatever he needed to do, he’d do it.

“And Peter?” Jesus turned to the apostle, “You’ll deny me three times.”

Peter, taken aback, replied, “What? No! What do you mean? What’s happening?”

Jesus glanced down searching for the words to describe what was about to happen, “For lack of better words, shit’s about to hit the fan.”

Marty entered the dining room and upon seeing the disciples shocked, griefstriken faces, they widened their eyes and piped up, “It seems like you guys could use some weed.”

John immediately perked up at the mention of cannabis, “God, yeah. Thanks Marty.”

Marty held up a ‘one-moment-please’ sign with their finger and dashed away just to come right back with a small box that was presumably their stash. They opened the box and dispersed their edibles among the apostles. They reached into their pocket and drew forth a wax pen that they handed to the closest disciple. In a matter of a couple of minutes, the smell of cannabis pervaded the room, lifting the spirits of the downtrodden disciples. Even Jesus and Judas partook in the smoking.

Jesus took a 50mg gummy bear edible from its bag and held it aloft, “My friends, take this and eat. This is my body.”

Many of the disciples couldn’t tell if Jesus was already high or not from smoking, but they all obliged him, each consuming a high dose gummy bear edible. Jesus then took a strange-looking blue cocktail from the James sitting next to him and held it aloft similarly.

“Take this, my blood which is poured out for the forgiveness of all sins.” Jesus took a sip, cringing only slightly at the strong taste of alcohol, then passed it around for the disciples to sip from. Again, they all followed suit, but rather than humoring him, they put feeling into it as if this was truly a religious experience.

“Wait, I feel like we need to document this moment,” John spoke, handing his phone to Mary.

She stood from her seat and backed up against the opposite wall, trying to get everyone in the photo, “You know this would work a lot better if you all weren’t sitting on the long side of the table.”

“I feel like this way is best,” Thomas disagreed and he would’ve gone on a whole spiel if not for Mary’s instance on looking at the ‘goddamn camera.’ 

Despite the struggle, Mary was able to successfully take the photo. She handed the phone back to John who continued to post it on their main page on instagram. There was a brief discussion over the hashtag, but they finally decided on #TheSupper.

“Now what?” Matthew asked.

Jesus turned to him and smiled, “Now we party.”

And they did. And it was good. Nay, God said it was most excellent partying on the behalf of Jesus and the disciples. The party really commenced as soon as the disciples rejoined the main party group. Pop and techno music blared through the manor and echoed in the cavernous rooms. People danced, talked, ate, drank, and smoked at their leisure. At one point a small group of people got together and played beer pong. A few people puked on the expensive living room carpet. It truly was a night to remember.

The party began winding down around 2am when people started leaving by the uber full. Jesus and Judas stayed until 2:30am when they began saying their goodbyes and thanking the hosts. Their uber pulled up to the house shortly after and they filed into it. They were both so tired and cross-faded as hell that Judas fell asleep and Jesus nearly fell asleep on their way to Jesus’ flat. Jesus shook Judas awake, paid the driver, and pulled them out of the car in the direction of his apartment. Neither of them could honestly remember how they climbed the three flights of stairs to Jesus’ flat, but they certainly managed, for they now found themselves in the front room of Jesus’ flat.

“Judas?” Jesus asked as he collapsed drunkenly on his couch.

Judas blinked and cocked his head at Jesus, “Yeah?”

Jesus smiled dazzlingly for no reason in particular at Judas’ reply, “Judas?”

“Hmm?” Judas was having a bit of trouble focusing on Jesus through his cross-faded stupor.

“Oh my God, will you please just fuck me?” Jesus laughed.

Judas moved his eyes confusedly from the right then to the left, “Like right now?”

Jesus chuckled, “Yeah.”

Judas shrugged, “I can try.”

Jesus hummed affirmatively, causing Judas to shrug again before walking over to the couch where the former lay. Judas all but collapsed between Jesus’ legs, kissing him softly. Jesus returned the kiss with deeper fervor and an indignant moan. He tugged impatiently at Judas’ shirt, which Judas sat up and removed accordingly. Judas then got to work on untying Jesus’ linen pants which proved to be quite easy for his intoxicated mind to handle.

“Wait, Judas,” Jesus placed a hand over Judas’ which had been previously hovering over Jesus’ lingerie clad crotch. “Let’s do this right.”

If Judas was quite honest, he had never been particularly picky regarding sex with Jesus. As far as their relationship went, he would’ve said their sex life was amazing. However Jesus could be a bit particular about things, for instance, where they fuck, how drunk or high they are, or what position they’re in. This was one of those times Judas would’ve been perfectly happy drunk fucking on the couch, but alas, Jesus was already pulling him towards the bedroom.

As Judas stood idly by the bed, Jesus finished removing his clothes to reveal his white lace lingerie. He then hopped over to the other side of the bed, opened the nightstand drawer, and removed black silk rope.

Holding the rope a shoulder’s width apart in front of himself, Jesus smiled, “Will you tie me up?”

Judas chuckled, but held his hand out to take the rope, a bit sobered by Jesus’ request, “Listen, I’ll do my best.”

Judas proceeded to fulfill Jesus’ request. Taking one length of rope, he secured Jesus’ ankles to the middle of the end of the bed. With two new lengths of rope, he tied Jesus wrists to opposite bedposts above his head. Jesus lay decently secured by the rope with outstretched arms and ankles bound together.

Judas received a momentary flash of deja vu, but ultimately shook it off in favor of attending to his lover, growing more impatient by the second. He unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, taking them off swiftly and with minimal effort. He climbed onto the bed after removing his underwear as well.

Straddling Jesus, Judas leaned down and kissed the Pillow Prince of Peace. The man beneath him was his salvation, his savior from all the evils in the world. He wanted to reveal all his secrets, everything that he was about to give up for him. Anything he could say would make matters worse, though, and he was fully aware of that fact.

“Judas, please,” Jesus begged amorously, concupiscent in state of mind and body. His breathing quickened as Judas teased his erection through his lingerie, “Judas!”

“Now?” Judas asked hesitantly, sober enough to realize that no preparation had taken place.

“Yes!” Jesus proclaimed, voice slightly raised.

Judas shrugged slightly and moved so that he was kneeling between Jesus legs. He set aside the g-string of the Messiah’s lingerie and carefully positioned himself with his free hand. Deliberately, he plunged his cock into his Lord and Savior who was immediately enveloped in pleasure. A string of praises flowed from Jesus’ lips, gracing Judas’ ears. Judas found renewed inspiration in Jesus’ sweet ecstasy, so he continued thrusting, listening to Jesus sing as if it were a hymnal meant for his Heavenly Father. Judas was intoxicated, no longer by the weed or the liquor, but by the holy music of the heavenly choirs and the sanguinic mix of Jesus’ blood, sweat, and tears. 

Jesus hit his climax early, yet satisfyingly, grateful for Judas’ tight embrace. Judas followed close behind, cumming inside of his Holy Lover while in passionate embrace. For awhile they stayed intertwined, breathing in sync and nestled against each other.

After a brief recovery period, Judas pulled out and got up off the bed. He crossed the room to where he kept his things and took his wax pen from on top of his neatly folded clothes. He took a hit, allowing the fragrant and very specific smell of lemonade capri sun pervade the room. Heading back to the bed, he held the pen so that Jesus could take a hit.

After blowing a cloud of smoke humorously into Judas’ face, Jesus smiled, “You know, I love you. No matter what happens, I love you with everything that I am.”

Judas smiled so mournfully, it almost looked as though he would cry, “I love you too, Jesus.” He craned his neck down and kissed Jesus’ soft lips. The kiss had some sort of tragedy attached to it, some deeper feeling behind it than either of them had ever felt before. A sadness washed over them as they prepared themselves for bed and an unspoken anguish settled in their dreams.