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Gabriel had always needed something bigger than himself to follow. 

For most of his life, he found his purpose and guidance in God. He worshiped Him and brought others into His care, using the guidance of the Bible and other priests to make sure he fulfilled His will.

The world ending shook him. When the dead came for him, as his parishioners turned, he considered that this was the Rapture and he should allow himself to be taken. But there was no manual, no one to tell him it was right. And Gabriel was afraid. So he allowed everyone around him to move on, and he was alone.

The first time he stepped out of the Church, that was when he found Rick Grimes. Or truthfully, when Rick Grimes found him.

If this was the end of the world, then perhaps Rick Grimes was a demon. Or more accurately a Lord of Hell. One of the angels that fell with Lucifer to make his own way, to take what God declared was for humans alone, free will. 

Gabriel spent a lot of his time thinking about free will, choices, and damnation as he walked along with the pack of humans in the apocalypse. And they were a pack. Stripped of their humanity, they prowled the world and left destruction in their wake to anyone who challenged their leader, dead or living.

There were moments of humanity still from the others, those that followed Rick Grimes. But the leader pushed and walked and drove them on. 

Losing Tyrese felt like losing the last of hope in this human pack’s humanity. But Gabriel was too far gone, too entrenched, to leave them. 

They kept trying to make him one of them, to turn him into a killer. As much as Gabriel wanted to be of service, more terrified of being lost and alone than these demons he had found himself with, he couldn’t reconcile thou shalt not kill and the world he was in now. 

Was it killing if they were already gone? Were the walkers what happened when your soul moved on and your body continued? Stripped of a soul, were humans just hunger? If that was the case, Gabriel feared losing his soul more than anything. 

Alexandria was full of good people, somehow missed by the apocalypse. Gabriel had to warn them, had to protect their innocence. Maybe that was why he was spared? Maybe this was God’s plan? For him to shepherd the last beacon of faith and goodness in this world of rot.

But he had loosed Rick Grimes among them. They didn’t know, they couldn’t see that beneath the curls and behind the blue eyes wasn’t David but Lucifer; wasn’t salvation but damnation.

His warning was heeded too late, and he looked at the fury and knew that he would be torn apart by those who worshiped at the false altar of Rick Grimes.

Watching Rick Grimes walk through the town, Gabriel knew that they would not be able to stand against him. The residents of Alexandria, his newest failed flock, saw only the leader as a wolf; they did not realize the others were wolves as well. 

A wagging tail does not a dog make.

Could he watch them tear the throats out of these sheep? No.  

So, he walked beyond the wall. 

Out in the world again he waited for death, and it came. With gnashing teeth, the walker came to save him, devour him, and allow him to be with his people and his God. But Rick Grimes had seeped into him, tainted him. He could not give himself over to God’s will, he fought and he killed, and he knew his soul was lost.

Spencer asks for his guidance and Gabriel wonders if he could give it, he agrees to try.

Sasha comes and Gabriel looks into the eyes of a demon who wishes to be human again and he knows that they are both too tainted. “No.”

He provokes her fury, the hellfire spark in him overwhelmed by her blaze. The cool black pit of the rifle’s bore promises him oblivion, the fire and fury in her eyes death, the bared teeth a mockery of a smile that says she will enjoy it. 

Please forgive me, God. Welcome me into Your arms.

Maggie comes and once again Gabriel is cursed to live. But as he looks into their eyes he remembers they were once human. 

Praying together feels both healing and sacrilegious, perhaps even demons can pray. 

There will be no salvation. Rick Grimes consumes Alexandria and its people and Gabriel realizes that only a Lord of Hell can lead in the apocalypse. He remembers again that the Lords of Hell were once angels, and angels were terrifying.

I have been abandoned. I have been reborn in hellfire.

He throws the old God out and embraces Rick Grimes.

God is forgiving without reservation. You simply ask for forgiveness and receive it. 

With Rick Grimes, you must earn it, and forgiveness is all the sweeter for the work.

God is your strength, with him all things are possible. 

Rick Grimes makes you strong, He burns away your weaknesses so that you can do anything.

Gabriel becomes one of the wolves. He learns from them and grows his own teeth and claws. He sees the Alexandrians becoming more as well. 

But many remain sheep, and when the walkers come they seek comfort. He still tries to lead the flock that remains, hoping to guide them to the new path they must all follow. The torn fliers are punishment, but Gabriel must persevere, Rick Grimes despises weakness, so Gabriel tries to be strong. 

When walkers invade the walls Gabriel looks to Rick Grimes and feels strength flow into him, not from an external source, but from the core that had been forged within. Holding Judith and looking into her Father’s eyes Gabriel knows he must prevail, using the skills given to him, he keeps her safe.

They arrive at the garage which pretends to be a Church and inside are sheep, what claws they grew abandoned in their terror. Gabriel feels pity for them and clutches Judith, warmed and strengthened by the trust Rick Grimes shows him.

Alone, Gabriel stays with the Alexandrians and leads them in prayer. 

“We can beat them! Drive ‘em back. That’s it.” There is a battle cry and Gabriel feels weak as hope soars.

Rick Grimes is leading His army through the walkers, slaying them, protecting the town, and Gabriel knows what must be done.

“We’ve been praying together, praying that God will save our town. Well, our prayers have been answered! God will save Alexandria… because God has given us the courage to save it ourselves.” Gabriel knows they are not ready to hear that Rick Grimes is their God, but they will be, one day.

Gabriel’s old God did not demand abstinence. With his new God-made flesh Gabriel wonders if he will be allowed to worship Him as he desires, because no one else draws him anymore. 

Rick Grimes starts to see him as Gabriel grows in courage and strength, and His regard fuels the flame of Gabriel’s attraction.

Rick Grimes provides. Not in the ephemeral way that Gabriel was used to God providing, no Rick Grimes works and sweats. He moves the walls and absorbs a Church and Gabriel looks upon his gift and is thankful.

It is fitting the first time is in his Church. 

They sit across from each other in two chairs as though they are equals, as though Gabriel could ever be Rick Grimes’ equal. They talk about the people of Alexandria, their leader is always trying to strengthen those around Him, to lead them into damnation salvation. As the conversation waned Gabriel grasps at straws seeking to keep him there longer.

“I think that Anna is coming along nicely in Rosita’s class.”

Eyebrows rose and lips twisted into a smile. “I did hear that. From Rosita.”

Gabriel feels his cheeks redden, weapons practice was not his area to report. 

Rick Grimes is an observant God. 

He does not claim to be all knowing, but there are times when it feels like He is. As His leg brushed against the inside of Gabriel’s knee, flames lick up and settle into the pit of his stomach.

“Was there something else you wanted to talk about?” 

Gabriel’s mouth becomes dry and he can’t speak, but it still opens as though trying desperately to respond. 

Rick Grimes is not a patient God. 

After long moments of Gabriel trying desperately to think of something to say His eyes flick down and rest on Gabriel’s lap before coming back up slowly. There is scorching heat behind those eyes, and Gabriel feels the flames spread as he leans ever so slightly forward, drawn in.

The kiss ravages him, teeth smashing against his so that he tastes blood, a sacrament of his own flesh. He falls into Rick Grimes’ arms and feels Him lift them up so they are standing and he is being backed against the pulpit, which creaks against the pressure. His brain knows that there is only an inch difference in height between them, but he feels surrounded and small against the crushing weight of Rick Grimes.

Hands grab his hips in a punishing hold and a leg slides between his, a rough denim clad thigh pressing hard against his soft clothed erection so that pain mixes with the pleasure coursing through him. Gabriel gasps and is released to moan out, as the hands guide him into a rhythm and he grinds against his God as he is directed.

The pleasure builds at an alarming rate, and Rick Grimes lets his hips go to violently rip his shirt open, buttons flying. An angry sounding growl bounces off of the walls as his white undershirt is revealed, but Gabriel can’t, and doesn’t want to, do anything about it unless he stops moving and only his God could stop him now as he chases ecstasy with each thrust of his hips. 

But stop he did, with the softest of words, “Easy now.” Gabriel shutters to a halt.

Trials are something he was familiar with, but his old God had never tested him like this. “Please,” Gabriel begs, obedient, but unable to stop his prayers.

Rick Grimes is a merciful God. 

He tugs at Gabriel’s dress slacks once in silent command even as He sheds his own jeans. Gabriel desperately strips, but as he goes to remove his priest's collar from his throat, the one button that hadn’t given way under their onslaught, he stops at a firm command of “Leave it.”

Naked they clash again. This time the pulpit is not up to the task and it slides across the floor. Gabriel lets out a dismayed cry when it causes him to lose the friction he was desperately seeking as his erection had been deliciously trapped against their bodies. 

“Over there.” The order is easy to follow and Gabriel walks backwards to the altar under the stained glass window. It is just a table, but it is waist-high. Rick Grimes presses Gabriel into it and pushes with a firm hand until he lies back. There are two cups on either side of the table. One was empty, ready to hold communion and the other had holy oil nestled inside. 

Fingers dip into the holy oil and come back, anointing their erections with firm strong strokes. The world narrows until all Gabriel can focus on is those movements and the feeling of lips and teeth on his chest as he is devoured, a sacrificial offering to Rick Grimes.

“Slide forward some.” His God commands and Gabriel rushes to obey. Pressure builds as fingers slide into him, heaven teased as they curl and find a spot he did not know existed within him.

Gabriel is aware he is praying again as the breath punches out of him and Rick Grimes fills him. The cups fall, the sound is distant in his ears, as praise starts to follow and wash over him.

“So fuckin’ tight. Just like that, angel. You’re doing so good.”

Rick Grimes is a giving God.

Flames lick all over Gabriel, baptizing him in the fire of passion, as his God fills him. He desperately whines and begs for release, thrusting his hips down, trying to take what his God was dangling just out of reach. Heaven.

“I got you,” a hand returns to his straining erection, and the gates open and he falls through.

Afterwards, Gabriel would wish that he had a chance to taste, to lick and suckle and have the heavy weight of Rick Grimes in his mouth and down his throat.

But then hope shone. 

“Next time, let’s at least get to the pews.”

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Finding a priest in the middle of the woods as they fled from the wreckage of Terminus wasn’t the strangest thing that Rick had seen. Finding out that he was unarmed felt like a joke. As he asked the questions the man seemed to become stranger. 

The Lord abhors violence, Rick wanted to laugh although it wasn’t funny. 

The sensation that something was wrong wouldn’t leave him, as he looked at the priest and searched his eyes he could see that he had done something. They went to his Church and learned about him and his name, Gabriel. 

Rick’s been to Church and he knows the Archangel Gabriel is a messenger, but when they arrived at Alexandria and Gabriel turned on Rick’s family he had to fight hard with himself to avoid killing him. This weak pathetic man thought he could take them down, running to others to do his battles. The cold shoulder seemed to work though, Gabriel fell in line with the rest of Alexandria. 

Then he exceeded expectations. 

Rick had kind of relegated him in the back of his mind as one of the background people he needed to protect, but something happened and suddenly Gabriel was right there in his face, vying for his attention.

***

Gabe reported on everyone’s spirits. He hadn’t told Rick about their sins since their first talk, Rick explained he just wanted a general feeling of how everyone was doing, not all their secrets. The fact that Gabe would share them told Rick how far he had fallen, long gone was the man who said he confessed his sins just to God. 

When it seemed like he was done Rick shifted as though to go. “I think that Anna is coming along nicely in Rosita’s class.”

That surprised him, Gabe was usually fairly matter-of-fact with his reports. There was a look on his face like he also realized he was grasping at straws. Interesting.  

Rick’s eyebrows rose and a smile tugged at his lips. “I did hear that. From Rosita.”

Gabe looked embarrassed, his eyes darting away. Something about that made arousal stir and Rick shifted to relieve the pressure, his knee brushing against the inside of Gabe’s since they were so close. 

“Was there something else you wanted to talk about?” Rick said, trying to wrap up so he could head home and fan the flames of his budding desire. It had been a long time since he had a chance to indulge without being worried about his kids showing up.

Gabe’s mouth opened, showing off his pretty pink tongue in a sea of white teeth, and seemed to freeze. For a second, Rick was worried that Gabe noticed his arousal, but it was barely there, just a small flicker in his stomach. But it’s still embarrassing so he dropped his eyes, only to see the impressively growing bulge in Gabe’s dress slacks. Very interesting. Rick slowly trailed up to Gabe’s face, eyes catching on the muscles that the priest had put on with all the work he’d been putting in around the community.

When Rick met his eyes Gabe started to drift forward and the arousal bloomed as Rick moved forward to meet him. Gabe practically fell into Rick’s arms and their teeth clashed, Rick tasted blood as Gabe’s lip split. The pressure of their bodies leaning forward was the main issue so Rick rose, his hands grasping Gabe’s hip and just under his jaw to lead him up together.

There was something behind Gabe and Rick pushed him up against it, focusing on pressing against him and getting delicious pressure, the flicker of arousal growing. Briefly, he wondered if he was taking advantage of Gabe, but the priest was definitely way more into this than he was, seeming desperate while Rick felt his own arousal still slowly growing. Is it taking advantage if he starts it?

Trying to guide Gabe’s frantic movements Rick grasped his hips and slid his leg in between Gabe’s, who ground down roughly against his thigh. Gently. Rick thinks amused, and tries to guide Gabe into a better rhythm.

Rick’s been with all kinds of lovers, and some of them just want to be taken. To have someone control them and guide them, to feel the violence and know they drove their lover to it. Or like Shane, who wanted to be violent himself, to lose control and have Rick take it as punishment. Knowing Rick could handle the madness and the pain, and come out on the other side.

Based on Gabe’s reaction he wanted to be taken. Rick’s played this game before and it’s one he enjoyed so he decided to test the waters and reached up to pull Gabe’s shirt open, buttons flying. The white undershirt was a stark difference against Gabe’s dark skin and the black dress shirt, and Rick let out an annoyed growl.

Gabe moaned and whimpered, his hips stuttering against his leg, and he knew he was hitting the right note with him. Rick considered just letting Gabe get off humping him, maybe taking him while he’s blissed out and oversensitive, but they hadn’t really talked at all and Rick didn’t want to overstep. There was also his own very present arousal to consider so Rick gently murmured out an “Easy now” to see what Gabe was looking for.

It was like he was a toy with an off switch, he stopped mid-grind and let out almost a wail. “Please, please, oh God, please.”

Well, that answers that. Never had any of his other lovers been so obedient, so willing to please, and now Rick’s blood was all in his erection straining with each whimpered plea. Lori had liked to test him, to push and brat and see how far she could go before he took control. That behavior had a place in him, earning her submission and showing he could handle her moods was very rewarding. But this was novel and fulfilled a need he rarely got to indulge in. 

Interested in how well Gabe was taking orders, Rick tugged at his pants in a silent command, ready to verbalize if he needed it. But Gabe started shedding his clothing instantly and Rick found himself just as eager.

Rick was almost too distracted by all the smooth dark skin on display to notice when Gabe reached to remove his priest's collar. “Leave it,” he ground out and Gabe’s hands dropped like the collar was on fire.

On the road, he had seen everyone naked at some point. Washing up is a group activity so everyone could keep watch for walkers. Gabe’s dick wasn’t anything to write home about, a bit on the small side. But what was revealed as he shed his dress slacks and boxers in frantic movements was definitely much larger than before. Huh, guess he’s a grower.

There was a bend to it that had Rick curious about what that would feel like inside of him, but not tonight. Tonight he wanted to watch the priest come apart, paint his belly with white ropes of cum. 

So, he set to work.

Rick pressed forward and this time he was less in control and the pulpit, which Rick remembered was the name of the thing behind Gabe, slid with a screech. Gabe made a dismayed sound, possibly about his floors but Rick didn’t think it was too prideful of himself to think it more likely it was about the loss of traction.

His eyes darted around the dark Church and he saw a table only a few steps away, it looked braced against the wall just below the stained glass window. “Over there.”

Gabe didn’t even look, just started walking backwards like he couldn’t take his eyes off Rick. The distance allowed Rick to see more, even with the low light, and he noticed how Gabe’s skin was devoid of scars, so very unlike his own. He refused to feel self-conscious about it and advanced on the unmarked priest, thinking about adding some marks later after they had some time to discuss limits. The priest's collar was dark against Gabe’s skin and it glowed like a beacon in the Church, guiding him to the man beneath it.

Rick placed his hand firmly in the middle of Gabe’s chest and he laid back, his nipples, dark rings on either side that begged to be played with. There was oil in one of the cups, just olive oil since they didn’t have any essential oils and herbs and shit to add to it, Gabe said that was fine and it was perfect for this moment. Rick scooped some out and spread it liberally over both of their cocks, stroking and enjoying the way it felt but even more so, the noises Gabe made.

Gabe’s chest heaved and his head was thrown back, exposing his throat and making the holy collar stand out even more. Rick felt deliciously filthy as he leaned forward to nip and scrape his teeth along the smooth expanse in front of him, keeping up their rhythm for a few moments while he indulged. But he definitely wanted inside, so he softly ordered, “Slide forward some.”

I really like that. Gabe’s willingness to obey was so much sweeter than anyone he’d been with and he bit down on his tongue to keep praise in. He’d been told by other lovers that most of the appeal of him fucking them was how he took and commanded, that praise brought them out of the fantasy. Rick wanted this to be good for Gabe, so maybe they could do it again sometime. He guided Gabe’s hands to the edge of the table and pressed down firmly on his wrists to wordlessly tell him to stay and brace himself. 

Remembering the role he was supposed to play Rick went straight to two fingers, rough enough without being punishing, and Gabe keened and arched and Rick knew he was doing a good job. It didn’t take much to find Gabe’s prostate, and when he hit it, Gabe started babbling in fucking Latin. I made him speak in tongues, Rick thought with satisfaction as he added more fingers in.

He stretched Gabe quickly before bringing his cock to his hole, which fluttered and seemed to be trying to suck him in. Rick slid in smoothly and Gabe gasped and switched to English. “Take me. Please, God, take me. I’m yours, I’ll be good. I’ll be strong. I’ll be worthy. Please. ”

The choked out please was what finally made Rick break. 

“So fuckin’ tight,” Rick groaned, the praise was mild compared to what he wanted to say, but the clench around him encouraged him to do more. Still aware of his role, he avoided touching Gabe’s cock, not giving him any pressure in order to prevent him from cumming as he continued to pound into him and his prostate. 

Gabe clenched again and tried to move his hips to help. 

“Just like that, Angel.” The nickname slipped out of its own accord, but looking down at the priest he could believe he was the Archangel Gabriel about to spread his wings.

“You’re doing so good.” Rick finally gave in to his own need to praise as he thrust twice more and came. Gabe was bucking in his hands, trying to grind down and find his own release, but his hands remained on the table, braced so that Rick could keep pounding him if he wanted. 

“I got you,” Rick promised, finally reaching forward to stroke Gabe’s cock, which lept in his hand and immediately gave him that picture he’d been envisioning. 

Gabe was totally fucked out, his eyes black and unseeing, his chest rising and falling in massive gasps. His legs were still up, cum dripped from between them and cum stained his stomach. His white priest's collar continued to glow, as though Gabe was still holy and pure.

Rick cleaned them up the best he could, using an undershirt to wipe them down and scooping up the cups to put them back on the table. Gabe was still panting, lying there, and Rick felt a deep satisfaction so he was fairly confident when he said, “Next time, let’s at least get to the pews.”

Gabe’s eyes flew open and he smiled and Rick knew there would be a next time.

***

The next time was on a run.

Rick was getting ready to head out, he had planned on taking Eugene, give the man some pointers and more real-world experience. But Gabe showed up next to the truck, his eyes slightly downcast and a small smile on his lips. “I asked Eugene if I could perhaps take his spot?”

“Oh?” Rick said, his tone asking for elaboration. 

“If it’s not overstepping, I was hoping to be on the lookout for some books? There is a library on the edge of town where you were heading.” The tone was pleasant and Rick tried to figure out what Gabe was aiming for, was this a run or a pretense or a bit of both?

Gabe’s eyes darted up and Rick could see the tips of his ears flush, okay I can work with this. It had been almost a week since their first encounter and they had an actual regularly scheduled meeting set for tomorrow, but it seemed like Gabe was eager for a repeat. They hadn’t had a chance to really talk, but if Gabe was just looking for a little stress relief Rick was down, it didn’t need to be a whole negotiated deal. Something light and fun, well… maybe not light. Rick thought and stifled a smirk. 

“I’m sure I can make time for you, but I wasn’t planning on you coming so you might have to wait for what you want.” Gabe nodded rapidly, letting out a gust of breath, and looked relieved. Rick hoped he remembered his words later. 

Rick made sure they did the run first, the community always came first. Twice Gabe made little overtures, subtle looks, and when Rick brushed them off, a more pointed comment and brush of his hand. Rick shut him down firmly, and Gabe’s crestfallen expression almost made him relent, but the community’s needs trumped his own with no exceptions.

Gabe was quiet and looked dejected by the time Rick was finally satisfied with their haul and could turn to him. They had surprisingly grabbed quite a few books and the truck was almost completely full of various odds and ends that the community needed. 

When Gabe shut the door and turned around Rick was suddenly in his space, more than encouraged by all of the hints Gabe had been sending to just get right to business.

“Run’s done.” That was all the warning he got before Rick claimed his mouth with his own. Gabe melted against the side of the truck and Rick could feel his hips cant to rub against him. 

“Ah, ah,” Rick said as he pulled away, leaving a dazed Gabe looking at him with his mouth open. “I’m gonna teach you exactly what’s important on a run.”

Gabe looked like he was trying to understand the words, his mouth closing and a slight nod already in motion. “Oh… Okay.”

“You see Gabe, coming out beyond the walls, we do this for others. We are out here to provide. Not just for our own needs.” Rick kept his tone firm and commanding, not scolding but informing. Gabe nodded more eagerly and he knew that he hadn’t gone too far. Most of his lovers liked it when he chastised them, but Gabe felt more delicate and Rick didn’t want to push too hard. “Lesson one, kneel.”

Gabe folded his knees like someone kicked them, hitting the ground with a thud and a worshipful expression on his face. 

“Good, that’s it. Let me see your tongue,” Rick murmured already well on the way to fully hard. Gabe opened his mouth and his tongue stuck out slightly, wide and soft and so lewd that Rick fought back a groan as Gabe gazed up at him. “Just like that, perfect.”

Rick brought his hands to his belt slowly, watching Gabe to make sure he knew what was happening and checking for any indication that he wasn’t good with the way things were heading. He took his time, slowly pulling his cock out and pulling his pants and underwear down just enough to free his erection. 

Hungry eyes flicked down to it but then darted back up to his, and holy hell was that hot. Rick could actually see the saliva building in Gabe’s mouth. With his hand circling the base of his cock he squeezed to get a better grip on himself, not wanting the fun to be over too soon even if he was fairly certain he could cum with just the submission and look in the priest’s eyes. He smacked the tip of his dick against Gabe’s tongue, bouncing it slightly. Gabe flicked his tongue like he was chasing the taste and Rick placed his other hand on his shoulder to hold him still.

“Hungry are we?” Rick said and let his pleasure color his tone. “Go on then.” 

Gabe started up with confidence and Rick found he liked Gabe knowing what he wanted and moving to obey. He’s definitely done this before. Rick thought as a tongue slid along his slit and lips suckled on just the head.

He wanted to take his time, he wanted to make this last, but he could already feel his balls tightening despite the death grip he had on the base of his cock. Knowing he didn’t have long he checked on Gabe and it was instantly worse. Gabe was looking up at him with adoration as his angry red cock slid in and out of his mouth. Gabe’s hands were on his thighs, not touching the impressive bulge that strained against his black dress pants. 

“Being so good for me, Angel. Look at that,” Rick praised as he finally let his cock go and braced both hands on the truck behind Gabe. He didn’t want to make the other man swallow if he didn’t want but he started to make small thrusts with his hips as he started to lose control. Rather than pull back Gabe took him deeper, still only engulfing about half his cock, and moaned. Rick came, stifling his shout to avoid drawing walkers.

Gabe licked him clean and looked up with eyes that had tears in the corner but a soft worshipful smile on his lips. He was still rock hard and his hands were clutching his thighs as though they were a lifeline. 

Once Rick took a second to find his voice he looked down at Gabe and drove the point home. “Beyond the walls is about the needs of others. I wasn’t planning on you cumming, so you can wait until our meeting tomorrow for what you want.” 

Gabe didn’t even look disappointed, just properly chastised and oh he was so good. “Thank me for the lesson,” Rick ordered huskily, stepping back and indicating that Gabe could stand.

“Thank you,” Gabe breathed like he was whispering praise.

The ride back to Alexandria Gabe kept his hands on his thighs, ignoring his erection.

***

They had their regularly scheduled meeting. 

Gabe focused and reported and didn’t push or angle for anything, despite the erection Rick could see twitching in his pants whenever Rick spoke to him.

Gabe was so good, Rick wanted to reward him. 

“You remember your lesson?” Rick said as Gabe’s report ended and he stood.

“Runs beyond the walls are for the needs of others,” Gabe answered, his voice a little hesitant.

“Good job,” Rick praised softly and enjoyed the way Gabe lit up. “But we are in the walls now. Did you jerk off yesterday?” 

Gabe shook his head violently in denial, and Rick believed him. “You said to wait.”

“I did.” Rick gestured for Gabe to stand up, which he did with fluidity. He could see that his breath was picking up, little pants as he shifted and anticipated without asking. “You listened very well and remembered the lesson. I think you’ve earned a reward.”

Gabe whined in the back of his throat when Rick splayed his hand across the dark column, feeling the vibrations from the sound, his fingers rested under his jaw and Gabe half shuttered his eyes at the pressure. Rick pushed him back, leading him towards the pews, the lube he had brought was in his back pocket and he had ideas about how he wanted this evening to go. 

Once they got to the pews Rick backed up and Gabe made a mewling sound when the hand left his throat, only to start shedding his clothes as Rick did. The erection that sprung free had that curve and Rick clenched slightly in anticipation, he had already prepped and stretched himself before coming, knowing where he wanted the evening to go. 

Gabe looked confused but went willingly when Rick pushed his shoulders down, sitting back on the pew and bracing both hands on the edge of the seat. Rick knelt between his legs and looked at Gabe’s eyes, which were basically black holes as he swallowed convulsively. It’s been a while since Rick last had a dick in his mouth, but he also knew he wasn’t going to be able to enjoy it for long with how strung out Gabe already looked. 

He firmly circled the base of Gabe’s cock, which thrust involuntarily at his touch, precum already leaking down its length. He licked along, starting at the base and gathering each drop of precum as Gabe writhed and fought to hold still, speaking Latin again. Maybe I’ll learn Latin if this keeps up.  

Rick didn’t spend a lot of time tormenting Gabe, he still wanted him inside. After just a few minutes, once he heard Gabe’s voice hit a pitch while his hips thrust uselessly against the punishing ring of Rick’s fingers, Rick pulled back and grabbed the lube from his back pocket.

Gabe didn’t seem one hundred percent aware of what was going on, eyes squeezed shut and praying while white-knuckling the pew to keep his hands in place, so Rick wanted to make sure he knew what the plan was. “I’m going to ride you.”

Gabe’s eyes sprang open and his mouth dropped as an inhuman sound came out. Since his hands stayed put, and the sound didn’t sound like no Rick took that as permission to move forward. He turned around and grasped Gabe’s cock, putting one leg up on the pew to get a good angle and leverage, he slowly guided it to his hole and started to slide down. 

It had been a few hours since he’d stretched and he was a little tight again, but the burn and stretch felt good as he slowly inched his way down Gabe’s dick, and – oh yeah – it was curved just right as it brushed up against his prostate. Rick did little pushes up and down to slide down further and Gabe was an angel, just panting and shaking under him but not thrusting or moving as he waited for Rick to find a good rhythm. 

Until he was finally full. It had been a while since he rode anyone and it felt good. Gabe was speaking Latin and his hips were starting to thrust so Rick slid down hard, pinning him to the pew under his weight. The thrusting stopped immediately and Gabe keened, his whole body shaking. 

“Not yet,” Rick ordered and he knew Gabe would do everything in his power to follow that order. After giving him a moment, Rick picked up his pace again and enjoyed the feeling of the pressure build, he started to stroke himself and knew his orgasm was coming as his legs started to shake. 

“All right Angel, I’ll race ya,” Rick huffed out a laugh and Gabe started immediately moving, thrusting and his hands came up onto Rick’s hips to steady him. Rick wasn’t sure which of them reached the finish line first. 

Afterwards, he relaxed next to Gabe, using a soft cloth he had tucked in his back pocket to keep the cushions clean.

He patted Gabe on the shoulder. “That was fun. I have to get up early, me and Daryl are going on a run for seeds and Eugene wants us to bring back Sorghum. We should at some point get to a bed.”

***

There isn’t a next time. 

Rick and Daryl meet a man called Jesus and Rick starts something with Michonne that feels like more - a relationship. 

The thing with Gabe stops, they were fuckbuddies for a week, never really discussed anything, and Rick felt guilty about that. 

He worries it will affect their working relationship, but Gabe seems to get it in that silent understanding way of his, and Rick hopes whoever snatches him up appreciates him and gives him what he needs.