In the Temple of the Dove, all was quiet. The worshipers listened respectfully, as the priest spoke about the glories of peace and attempted to guide the parishioners through whatever was troubling their lives.
If, upon entering the Temple, you walked around the altar room, and bypassed the parishioners, you would then enter the main temple area. From there you could find your way easily into the hall, walking on the wood floors, past the quiet rooms. Eventually you would enter the single-cell rooms where the priests and sisters live, and where sometimes visitors stay as well. If you continued walking down this hall, you'd eventually enter the large and spacious kitchen.
On the far side of the kitchen you would see the stairs leading down. Going down them, you'd find yourself in a large, dimly-lit cellar. If you made this journey at a certain time, you might have eventually found myself and Baelan, me leaning back against the wall of one of the small side rooms, pants around my ankles, and Baelan on his knees, the whole length of me fully engulfed in his mouth, his hands gripping my hips.
How we ended up doing this in the basement of the Temple of the Dove was pure happenstance. We had been returning home after having breakfast with a friend, and walking through town, we had heard the church bells. Baelan had looked into my eyes and I into his, and he had pushed me gently into the Temple. The parishioners were already seated, but Baelan led me around the side of the altar room, quietly past the praying people, down the path I have just described for you, and finally into the cellar.
It was obvious he had been in this cellar before, and probably with another man (or a woman?) but it hardly mattered when he pushed me into one of the side rooms, up against the wall, and kissed my mouth, forcing his tongue inside of it.
I was instantly hard, and as I dropped my hand to his pants, I found he was, too. It had only gone downhill from there. I admit, I hardly protested, though I was terrified of getting caught - too many people in this town knew who I was.
Regardless of the danger – or perhaps because of it - Baelan and I had been lovers since we served together as officers in the Navy. Not the whole time, of course. When we met, we were still mids (that's midshipmen, the lowest rank of officer), there had been no privacy and we had really only just been getting to know each other.
The war had started just after we were assigned to the same vessel, and over the next few months, promotions came fast and furious. The enemy we were fighting was devastating and literally all of my promotions came in the heat of battle.
And as I gained ranks, I always brought Baelan with me. When the Captain asked me - whom did I want as my second - I always named him. He was a good, hard worker, and we worked very well together.
When we finally became lieutenants - I was the first mate of the vessel and he was second - we finally had officer's quarters, which we shared together, and there being no other officers on the ship besides ourselves and the captain, we had it to ourselves. And oh, the fun we had. Baelan introduced me to the joys of male-male sex in the first place; I had only been with women up to that point.
