50 Dark Fics: 06: Claws
Title: Clawed a second time
Author: tattooedraven
Fandom: Underworld
Characters: Phoenix/Santiago
Prompt: 06: Claws
Word Count: 953
Rating: **NC17** for slash
Author's Notes: What can I say, Phoenix likes to leave his mark upon his Priest and it’s not the kitchen table, I think.
The Big Damn Table can be found OVER HERE!
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He was pinned, breathless, unable to move, held immobile with not only his blood but with pain and he thought with a touch of horror he was going to come at any moment. Oh how it hurt, hurt so much if not more than the first time his lover had done this to him.
Padre Santiago Mondragon was spread out face down upon the wooden table, “Almost like Christ.” Were the priest’s softly spoken words before he made him self halt that line of un pure thoughts for it was sacrilegious to compare him self to the Son of God as he caught sight of his black robes of office which was tossed hap hazard upon the floor next to an equally hastily discarded tailored suit.
“Blessed holy church - Francisco!” the priest moaned as he moved in time with his lover’s thrusting, pushing back against the older vampire trying to gain as much leverage as he could. “God please, I need more, please Francisco let me up. It hurtssss!”
A soft chuckle followed by a forceful thrust was Santiago’s answer as he felt the moist licks to the back of his neck, “Why should I my sexy priest.” The pressure of fangs upon his skin made the priest tremble even more. “I enjoy having you this way Padre, so eager, so wanton, like a cheap back alleyway whore.” Each descriptive word accentuated by a driving thrust.
The hard set rhythm along with the degrading words made Santiago gasp and pant, he was going to come! He wanted to come if only the pain in his hands would allow him to do so; the priest’s gaze drifted from the table top but inches from his face to his mate’s claws which were buried deep into each of his hands. The older vampire’s razor like nails pierced his flesh, holding him captive between the table and the noble born’s body, holding him where other man wanted him as Phoenix moved within Santiago, his movements deliberate and meant to draw out the love making that was colored with the excruciating pain.
“If you want more, then beg me for more.” Phoenix’s whispered words were like a fresh scorching brand against his skin as the priest felt the flush of shame and lust upon his cheeks as he tried once more to shift his position to grant him self more range of movement, more physical pleasure but the older vampire’s claws sunk deeper into his hands, the bladed like points coming to rest against the wooden table top nailing the priest to the table.
“AH!” Santiago cried out as his body stiffened and his cock grew impossibly hard. “Pl-please Francisco, give me m-more!” a chocked sob slipped free from the priest when he realized the older vampire had not only stopped moving but was now curling his fingers inwards, the long talons now cutting into his hands, slicing open the fragile flesh between carpals and tendons.
“Say it again mi amante.” Phoenix panted against the priest’s moist skin, his own body shaking with the effort to remain still.
“Damn you, you spawn of the devil! Let me up or stop teasing me!!” Santiago finally snapped then cried out again as the older vampire tore his claws free from the younger vampire’s hands as Phoenix slipped his arms under the priest’s waist and pulled him flush against him, driving himself deeper into the other man’s body.
“That’s it my lover!” were the growled words against Santiago’s back. “Come on tell me what you want. Yes!”
“Take me, fuck me Francisco! Just let me come! Dear lord man just let me come.”
The clipped and cutting chuckle was the man’s answer as Santiago found one of his arms taken up making him wince as Phoenix twisted it behind his back, “Ow!” the priest moaned, it was all so much. Too much as words of mercy were on his tongue like a communal wafer as his eyes watered up for he couldn’t take any more! But then he found his lover had let go and was gently turning him to face him, scooting the priest further upon the table before moving between his legs, coming to rest once more inside him. Phoenix thrust steadily into the holy man reaching for one of the bleeding palms and began to lap at the wound he’d inflicted.
“Mine!” he snarled, his fangs sinking into the already torn skin. “Mine by blood and soul.” He noble born declared as his movements picked up pace angling his hips so he would strike that spot inside the priest causing the younger vampire to arch into his movements.
“Si! Yours mi amour!” Santiago spoke between stuttering breaths as his release finally struck leaving him breathless and lightheaded as he wrapped his legs around the older vampire needing to be as close as possible.
“Only mine!” Phoenix ground out between clenched teeth, riding out his own release before he found him self lying boneless atop his mate, the glowing body heat between them a tug towards rest and sleep. The older man’s lips and tongue were stained with the priest’s blood as he lazy licked them clean before he gently took up each hand and reverently kissed the wounds he’d created. “Now you won’t forget me right my priestly lover?” he lightly chuckled still praising the man’s palms.
Santiago studied his left hand that was now marked as his right one had been by the older vampire when they’d first meet, while he caught his breath. “No I won’t and not that I’d want to.” The priest’s eyes slowly slid shut, a contented sigh leaving him as he contemplate future repeats of these wounds by his lover.
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