...for I have sinned"

I am never drawing backgrounds ever again in my whole entire life. End of Story.
I'm kinda pleased with the outcome of this... I like...rushed more than 70% of it lol because I hate, hate, hate to shade like I had to do ¬¬ but it didn't come out as awful as I was expecting.
If your interested on knowing the story behind this drawing, here it goes (literally, it's a story lol):

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"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned"

The astonishingly beautiful man walked and he went unnoticed. The couple of sinners that saved the church from being empty could only pay attention to their own prayers and to the crucified lord that hung above the altar.
He looked up at the image of the Christ and bowed courteously, his eyes locking on the crucifix the entire time. Silently, he kept walking, he came here to do only one thing and he'd do just that.
The confessionary stood at the corner and he made his way there with a soft smile on his face, he was caught up in his own little memories. His guilty pleasures…
A distressed woman was just leaving when he got there, he nodded to her politely, but she was squeezing her rosary so tight and murmuring her Hail Marry so fiercely that she didn't even blink an eye at him.
Without saying a thing, he opened the door to the sinner's side of the confessional and entered, dutifully kneeling as was expected. His hands interlaced and he rested his forehead on them. The screen that separated him from the priest slid open and as he lifted his head he could see the profile of a black haired man who did not spare him a glance.
He drew in a breath and kept looking at the man fiercely. Then finally he spoke "Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned"
The man answered automatically "What is it that brings you here?" he asked, not once turning to look at the penitent through the wooden patterned screen that separated them.
"Father… I have fallen in love" the man said, smiling nostalgically though the priest could not see it.
There was a brief silence as the young cleric figured out the words "Love is a blessing… not a sin" he answered.
The chuckle that came from the honey haired man was soft, but audible. "My love is sinful… I am condemned by the bible… I go against what had been planned out for me" the offender explained.
"How is it so?" the Father inquired, his voice as soft as the aristocratic man's chuckle had been.
"I am in love with a man, Father" the answer came in the man's strong velvet voice.
"I see… and did you consummate the act with him?" the priest shifted a bit, his voice not wavering though.
"Yes..." there was a slight pause in which the man ran a hand through his hair, trying to keep the few strands that weren't long enough to be tied back away from his face. "Again and again… I just couldn't help myself… Am I lost, Father? Will my soul go to the devil?" he asked, his gaze never leaving the single blue eye he could see.
"The bible says 'You shall not lie with a man as you would a woman, it is an abomination'. But god… is a forgiving lord, there is not one sin he can't absolve you from. Are you repented? Do you wish to redeem yourself before our holly father and ask for forgiveness?"
Silenced stretched and no answer was given, instead the honey haired man started recounting whatever came to his mind.
"His smile… is perhaps the most beautiful thing I have ever had the privilege of seeing. I love the goodness of his heart, and I love hearing his voice call out my name when it's just the two of us. I love the feel of his body under mine, the heat of his skin and the smell of his hair. I love him more then I love life and all things around me… "
"Are you willing to give it up in order to save your soul?" the priest asked again, in a harsher voice.
The man's chuckle was heard once more and his pair of light brown eyes hid under his eyelids as he lost himself in a quick memory.
"If I give him up, Father, there will be no soul left in me for our Lord to save" he said smiling.
He got no answer to that, only a shifting noise in the priest's side of the booth.
"Each day I will love him more and more, for all the eternity. And even if I'm condemned to hell, while my soul is burning and suffering the worst of what is reserved for us sinners, I will love him." The penitent went on "Forgive me Father, for I cannot regret a single moment I spent by his side, a single night he slept in my arms, a single kiss I shared with him… I am here to accept my punishment for having feelings like this running through my veins and ruling my heart."
There was no answer for a long time once more, but the black-haired cleric did get around to answering this time.
"Is there something else you would like to confess?" his weak voice asked.
"Yes" the man nodded with certainty and let his forehead fall briefly onto his hands before searching for the celebrant's dim outline again. "I will sin again today. I have asked him to run away with me, Father, to run far away so we can protect this love… so we can fully live it"
"And you do this without any regret?" the man interfered, his voice a bit shaken.
"I would gladly give away everything I owe, my name, my family and my house… if it meant we could be together. And that is precisely what I will do, if he shows today, that is… and I will never look back on this life again."
"Is there anything else…?"
The honey haired sinner smiled "No, Father, there is nothing else I need to confess"
When he noticed that the cleric was going to speak he cut in "Just one more thing… the man I love… he could never live with himself, he could never allow himself to be happy if he thought god hated him. Does god hate us, Father?"
"God hates… none of his children. He condemns the sin, not the sinner" the man nearly whispered.
"I'll be sure… to tell him that…" he nodded "Thank you. Please bless me ,Father, and pray for my sins on my behalf" he pleaded, skipping the bit where he should be asking for forgiveness.
Finally, the brown headed young man did the sign of the cross and bowed in respect before opening the door to his side of the booth and exiting the confessionary.
"May god have mercy… on both your souls" the priest said softly as he watched the man walk away.
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The church was now empty, ready to be closed, the young black haired priest had just finished cleaning everything… putting all the candles away, making sure the benches were straight, making sure the altar table was spotless.
He stopped in front of said altar, clutching the enormous crucifix he wore around his neck in a despaired gestured.
He couldn't tear his eyes away from the wounds of his lord, the image that hung vividly on the wall above the table was as though watching him. He drew in a long breath of air, and gathered courage from a place he didn't even know existed.
Clearing his throat softly he spoke.
"Forgive me, Father…for I have sinned" he admitted, looking fixedly at the image, kneeling on the floor the way a penitent would do. The words as good as scraped his throat as they left him.
The crucifix was taken from around him neck and placed solemnly on the ground before him, as though part of a ceremony. He felt as though his heart was ripping, as though he was being stripped of everything that made sense for him, as though he was about to drown.
But anything was better than what he had been living up until that moment. Anything was better than barely being able to breathe.
He couldn't take it another moment, he could not live with the whispers in his head, reminding him that he was a sinner. That he was going against god just by mere existing. Just by… loving. And love he did, which was why his heart ached so much. He loved god… he did! But… there was just… there was just something that seemed to overshadow it. And he could not pretend any longer that it wasn't true.
In the end, what mattered the most triumphed and he didn't want to think that much about it, it was too painful to realize how weak he had been…giving into the desires of the flesh.
He took off his cassock with care and folded it neatly, placing it before him as well and placing the previously discarded crucifix on it. He straightened the shirt he had been wearing under the garment and sighed.
Mother Mary's eyes seemed to be looking straight at him and he felt naked under her gaze. So, with one tear falling from his eyes he yelled to nothing and everything at the same time: "Forgive me!"
He turned around before he could regret it.
He ran, ran and ran. Like never before in his life, he ran. The double doors of the church were opened slightly, enough that he managed to leave, not once looking back. His breath was coming out ragged and his mind was gone, he felt a sharp pain in his chest but ignored it.
He was already far away and soaked when he finally noticed it had been raining. But he didn't care… he had gotten there, he was where he had been planning to go. The trees around him left no doubt, he knew them well.
And then it happened… he saw that person.
The man stood there in all his drenched glory, water dripping from his long and honey-colored low ponytail. The shirt, made see-through by the rain, clung to the young man's body, revealing everything the priest had already seen… everything he had already memorized.
For some reason, the honey-eyed god looked surprised to see him there.
He acknowledged the authenticity of his feelings once again as his heart started to beat as though with a life of its own. There had never been a choice. He had belonged to this man ever since he had first seen him. And to have heard his lover confessing his unconditional love to him just earlier that day had only strengthened what had already been there.
He ran like a child in search of its mother, he ran like a lover, like an accomplice. He threw his arms around the man, barely noticing he had almost knocked both of them off balance. And then finally… the feel of that embrace… those wonderful, strong and familiar arms.
The velvet voice that had confessed all its sins to him earlier that day now freely called his name again and again. "I thought… you weren't coming" it said, sounding breathless.
The former priest shook his head "For a moment… I thought I wasn't either" he admitted
Eye contact was kept as they tried to live the moment in the most intense way possible, and the black haired one just broke it so he could wipe a tear.
"But… if you shall burn in hell… I shall be there… to burn with you" he said, his voice fully inundated with emotion.
The honey eyes were glistening and the oh so familiar voice spoke again, the man's lips so close to the former cleric's that when he spoke the other man could feel it.
"The devil may try as he wishes. But if you are there… it will not be hell for me"
Desperate hungry mouths were brought together and sealed the moment with an acknowledgement and an acceptance of their undying sin.