Underworld: Phoenix/Santiago
Title: Convert
Author: tattooedraven
Fandom: Underworld
Characters: Phoenix/Santiago
Prompt: 41: Fixation
Word Count:1389
Rating: **NC17** for slash!
Author's Notes: Okay maybe it's the author whom is Fixated!
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To say he was obsessed would be an understatement. To say his mate indulged him would be stating it mildly as the noble born approached the flourishing alter housed inside the grand cathedral of the Pest. The Spaniard’s booted feet clicked against the stone floor in a slow measured pace for any great hunt took time and should be carried out with purpose and clarity of mind.
Phoenix was dressed in his dealer’s garb, black form fitting leathers that hugged his body like a second skin they were suppose to be. Designed to withstand fang and claw of the hunted as the vampire warrior stalked his prey.
“This is blasphemous, you know this do you not.”
It was more a statement then question that echoed through the vaulted ceilings of the supposed holy house as the knowing smile spread across Phoenix’s lips. “How can praising one’s mate be considered a sin.” He purred in response as he stopped at the bottom of the small tiered stairs that lead up to the alter, predatory blue eyes holding the priest in place.
“This is a house of worship, a house of mankind…”
A short clipped laugh cut the lecture short as Phoenix moved with the speed of his kind and age, pressing himself flush against the priest’s backside even as his hands slid down long arms to grip slender wrists, effectively trapping his mate between himself and the alter.
“Indeed it is a place of worship my beautiful priest.” Phoenix cooed into the man’s ear, nipping at the flesh lobe before he inhaled the smooth pale skin. “I intend to prove this to you mi amante.” The vampire’s hands had already slipped to a trim waist, moving over the soft black robes of Santiago’s order. “You know how I love you dressed in these.” The vampire huskily whispered, his claws scratching at the tasseled belt around the priest’s waist.
“Yes.”
“What is it Padre Mondragon, hum? Why do I find I want to tear these priestly robes from your body, pop these perfectly aligned buttons off one by one.” Phoenix pressed himself hard against the younger vampire, his breath becoming more ragged as he indeed slide his hand up over flanks to around the backside of the man’s robe and started to undo the many tiny buttons, each undone nub of cloth exposing more and more of cool pale flesh.
“This is wrong in the eyes of god.” Was the equally breathless statement as Santiago braced himself against the top of the alter, all but using it to remain upright, his eyes closed so he wouldn’t see the opened bible that was laid out flat upon the table top. “We should not be doing this, it will damn both our souls.”
“I do not care my mate.” Was the hissed answer as deft fingers undid the buttons to waist level and were now tugging at the black garment, opening it wide, displaying the broad shoulders of the younger vampire. “I would burn in hell if it existed just for this chance to touch you, kiss you, mare you, make you mine one more time.” Phoenix gazed upon the scared backside, his mouth watering at the criss cross maze of marred skin before he found himself leaning to lick at the long groves of distorted flesh.
“Will you hurt yourself once we are gone from here?” the noble born uttered between licks and nips. “Will you draw forth fresh blood upon this back of yours and not allow me to tend to you?” Phoenix gripped the open edges of the black garment and all but shoved it down Santiago to his waist exposing the priest as the vampire lord growled and dug his claws in to the man’s hips and spun him around.
“I won’t allow you to hurt your self that is for me and me alone to do.” The black leather clad man shot forwards his fangs threatening to tear open the rapidly beating pulse point of the priest’s neck but at the last moment Phoenix bit hard, hard enough to bruise but not break skin as he growled like a large wild feline. “I do not give you permission to hurt yourself.”
The priest’s body stiffened and tensed “Th-that is not for you decide, it is God’s will and no one shall…”
Razor sharp fangs really did break skin, sinking deep into flesh as Phoenix wrapped his arms around the priest holding him immobile as he fed upon the man, claws digging deep through the black fabric over one hip while the other set bit into the man’s shoulder.
“Francisco, Please stop.” Was the faint pleading cry as the half naked man held still. “Por favor mi amour, stop!” The younger vampire felt the first stirrings of a feeding blood loose. “Alright! I swear I won’t touch myself.”
Phoenix reluctantly withdrew, licking his lips as his eyes flashed brilliant blue before he moved to lap at the wounds he’d inflicted. “You will never hurt yourself again unless I approve and am there to witness.” Were the half snarled half hissed words, “Now finish undressing, slowly, for you know how I admire your robes.” Long well manicured fingers petted and caressed the human ordained robes, “I am fixated upon them. They make you more my lover, more desirable, more forbidden, unattainable and to date I have not come across anything I did not conquer; nothing that I could not take should I wish it.”
The noble born chewed his lower lip as he watched the priest completely disrobe, the long lean body of his lover displayed for him as he felt another hunger awaken inside him. “Time to lay praise to my house of worship.” The noble born uttered as he slid to his knees before the priest, reaching to take the semi hard cock and started to stroke it. Noting how the man’s hands gripped the edges of the alter and shaky sigh floated down to him.
“You are my reason for living Senior Mondragon.” The vampire uttered kissing the inside of the priest’s thigh before leaving behind a non-too gentle nip. “It is right that I worship you here, in this House, before your god so that he can witness what love is really like.” Phoenix kissed his way up the long muscled leg coming to rest upon the curve of the pelvic bone, still stroking the priest to full hardness, enjoying the sounds his mate made. “For I, Francisco los Villavicencios declare before your God that I am in love with you.” The words were hot against Santiago’s legs before the noble born kissed the tip of the now full hard cock then licked it from tip to root, “I have waited my entire life for you Padre Mondragon and nothing will stand in my way of loving or praising you.” That said the older vampire took the man all the way between his lips, sucking upon the heated flesh, needing to claim this man completely as he worked to bring his young lover to completion as he heard Santiago’s claws scrap against the alter even as those hips thrust forwards driving the cock deeper into his mouth.
“Ah! Francisco!” the priest cried out, “God!” was the word that echoed through the deserted church as Santiago came hard in his mate’s mouth, body trembling as his release left him trembling and breathing hard as Phoenix smiled up at him and slowly licked the man clean before standing once more moving to envelop the man in his arms to hold and comfort until he regain his sense of balance.
“I do not see how praising you is wrong mi amante.” The noble born softly spoke, lightly kissing the flushed skin of the man’s neck, chin and face. “It should never be wrong and I will prove this to you time again until you believe.” The noble born felt his mate’s smile against his neck from where Santiago leaned against him.
“As my irreligious and stubborn mate thinks, so shall I try to convert.” Were the tiredly spoken words that was followed by a chuckle. “That is if I don’t convert this proud peacock first.” Long arms slid around the noble born’s waist.
“You can try but you will fail.” Was all the answer the priest received.
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