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There was only one way to eternal life. It wasn’t with anointing oils and sacred words. No. The key to everlasting life was spent blood and sharpened canines. Mark knew this now, sat beside Jay in the back of his small town chapel. Covered in his holy robes and beads of prayer circled around his hands, willing away the pain of growth in his gums, Mark knew.
It was only a life of living in darkness that’d let you live long enough to see the sun’s dying light. Scripture hid the truth of deadly sin from civilization.
All that time spent preaching sermons of heavenly ascensions just to feel highest at the point of climax with Jay’s fangs piercing deep in his neck, and himself dug inside the vampire’s heat. It was lust that gave Mark new life.
“You can pray to your Father all you want, but He can’t hear you now.”
Obviously, Mark thought to himself. He had danced with the Devil and fallen into temptation. If a vampire was anything, they were creatures of sin. Lust, pride, greed, sloth, gluttony…all of it personified. And yet, eternal.
“If your Heaven does stand tall above our skies, its gates will have closed to you now. Best to find Heaven here on Earth.” Jay was speaking so gently, the words almost weren’t cruel. “What is Heaven compared to Earth?”
Mark met Jay’s piercing black eyes with his own, now blood-shot gaze, “What is Earth, if not Hell? Everyday there is war, hunger, illness…it’s no place of peace and love.”
The vampire raised a brow to that, curious and indignant. “You don’t think the pleasures of Earth are good enough for peace and love?” Jay leaned back onto his elbows as the question slid from his tongue. Mark tried not to stare at how his tongue and teeth were still stained red with his blood. He lowered his gaze farther down.
Mark’s weakness was always tanned and toned honey-colored skin, and he saw a great expanse of it before him now. Jay wore nothing but a linen cloth around his manhood as he laid upon the bed, watching Mark with such dark, mesmerizing eyes.
The first time Mark found Jay sitting amongst his congregation, the reflection of the stained-glass windows lit his eyes red. It was almost as if God meant to send a warning Mark’s way, but he was none-the-wiser. Instead, he let the man come into the confessional with him. Indulgence in pleasure and spirituous drinks were the sins he listed with morose mortification. Jay had claimed he was at a loss, filling himself any way possible. And yet, he still felt as empty as a dried-up corpse. All its insides out. Dead.
It was a sorrowful thing to hear. Mark moved to say a prayer, kneeling in front of Jay. With the sinner’s hands clasped in his own, Mark looked up at the sullen boy. So unlike his voice, there was no sadness in his features. Only a hungry glint to his eyes, and a tongue wetting his lips. Whatever Jay was seeing in Mark at that moment, he seemed to like it
“Save me, Mark. Save me so I can save you.” Jay clasped him back, resting a hand on the back of the priest’s neck. The places where their flesh met sent such an icy chill along Mark’s skin, he almost made to move away. Jay’s grip on him was strong though as the sinner guided Mark up and back to the pews beside the confessional. “Take me into your care, Mark.”
Mark gulped, eyes caught on the man’s heart-shaped birthmark and the dented skin of two punctures, made by a bite, resting just below it. “Take me. Save me. And you’ll have eternity.”
“I’ll take you.” Mark promised.
When Mark took Jay, the boy’s skin went from ice cold to running a feverish heat. It was as if flames licked the flesh where the two touched. A hell in and of itself, it was addictive.
The heat.
The sounds.
The touches.
The pain.
The body of Jay. Tastier and more desirable than the body of Christ ever was.
And after Mark consumed the body, Jay consumed the blood. When he bit into him, the pain was smothered by rutting hips and wet kisses. Mark almost didn’t notice the blood leaking down his neck until he felt it stream down behind his ear as he threw his back from the strength of a particularly rough thrust.
Mark couldn’t grasp the feeling of being born again as it happened. Too drunk off whatever Jay had done to him, Mark was as dead as he could be until he awoke again, flinging himself into his holy garbs.
“What have you done to me?” Mark accused, ringing his rosary so tightly around his hands it left indents.
“I gave you eternal life. Don’t you understand?”
Eternal life. Heaven on Earth. Jay, in his linen cloth. Jay, with his tanned honey skin and taut muscles. Jay, with his bloody fangs and heart-shaped birthmark.
Mark steps closer to the bed. The closer he moves towards Jay, the farther he’s from the cross stood just beyond his bedroom’s door. The vampire lets his lover approach– even with weapons of faith wielded in his grip. Soon enough they’d turn against their holder. A chapel was no place for a newly turned vampire. There’s too much grace in the air. Innocence makes monsters thirsty.
“C’mon Mark. Come to me. Take a drink.” Mark stops between Jay’s knees, eyeing the vampire’s own wound. No doubt they’re matching now.
Mark suddenly feels hands grope at his ass through his robes. “Drink from me. It’s the only way to feel human again. When you’re addled on blood, you can breathe. It doesn’t take thought to force a blink.” The hand wanders up to the small of Mark’s back, reeling him in even closer. “Your heart will continue to beat.”
The cloth slips away as Mark crawls onto the vampire’s lap, hands finding ground on the being’s lithe waist. “With blood you can live as if you never died here tonight. And live forever at that. A small price to pay…” Mark huffs a laugh at that. His pulse points all seem to heat the nearer he draws to Jay’s neck; itching for Mark to take a bite and bring said pulse back to life.
“Find Heaven here on Earth with me, Mark. Heaven is inside you. It’s all around you.”
Mark bites down. Hard. With a full body shudder and a sound so sweet it rivaled any church choir, Jay cries out.
The vampire’s legs slithered between his own and Mark knew then the truth. He was giving into a temptation so surreal and world-changing, he was no better than Eve. The woman he studied in his schooling who he had sworn not to be. His promise was to be better than she. Instead of falling victim to sin so easily, he’d lead others towards deliverance. To the Father. To true paradise.
Yet in Jay’s embrace where their limbs seemed to melt together into one, as Adam and Eve’s once surely must have, and the vampire’s blood flows generously along his tongue, Mark has never felt so assured of himself. He could prance about naked and impenetrable, unworrying of the disease and natural causes that befell you when you're human.
Mark was more than human now. Greater, and stronger. The power persisted in his muscles and he could sense them now, hardening like stone. His grip on Jay tightened and he felt his member harden as well. Jay seemed to feel it too, where it bulged beneath Mark’s robes.
Sly hands began to palm Mark from over this holy barrier he still wore to shield himself. It was futile though. This act he’d done to protect himself when he could feel his body quite literally steeling itself into sin personified. Lust wasn’t the enemy here, but that which confines him from satisfaction.
Unlatching his fangs from Jay’s neck, Mark pushed Jay back onto the bed with more force than he meant and climbed further atop him. He shed his robes and they fell beside the rosary he never sensed slipping from his knuckles.
“I want more, Jay. More of you than your blood.”
Jay nodded, like he knew this was coming all along. His jet black hair was fanned around his head like a halo and Mark had the sudden urge to kneel. “So take.”
At the command Mark dropped to his knees at the foot of the bed, the whole chapel shaking with the weight. A crash came from beyond the walls. Like something falling off the altar at the shudder, yet Mark couldn’t care less. The only thing he wanted was Jay to fall apart here in front of him, because of him.
Mark took Jay into his mouth and let his tongue roam every vein along the member as Jay mewled above him. The precum leaking from his tip added an odd flavor to the preexisting blood still lingering on Mark’s tongue, but he found the taste wasn’t awful. It just made the drink he’d taken from Jay’s neck more saccharine sweet.
The bob of his head and the thoughtful kitten-licks along the shaft and across the slit of Jay’s tip sent the vampire right to the edge. The thighs around Mark twitched and when the vampire’s back began to arch Mark pulled away.
“Nngh- what? Mark?” Jay leaned up, placing his weight on his elbows so he could peer down as his chest heaved. “Why’d you stop? Take more. Take more of me. I’m so close, Mark.”
Fuck. Those eyes. Glazed over but a piercing shade of red burned against the black mass of his widened pupils. Mark wanted to ruin him– wanted to see him cry.
Could vampires even produce tears? Or was it blood that fell from their eyes?
“Oh Jay.” Mark took Jay’s legs and hoisted them up, giving himself access to the most intimate parts of his lover. “I will take you whole.” Jay moaned at the pressure of Mark’s cockhead pushing against his entrance.
“Vampires don’t feel any pain, do they?” Jay’s brow furrowed in question.
“Not unless they’ve drunk blood recently- Aughh! Fuck, fuck, fuck–” Mark entered him at once, prepless and rough. The vampire’s cries and cursing became one big resonant hymn. Mark’s movements were lost in the rhythm of it.
Every thrust brought out new noises that layered together more and more components of this great symphony. “Oh, God. Fuck, fuck me. God, Mark! Fuck oh-” Jay sang.
He sang Mark’s name like a prayer. A name to revere on the same scale as the Father himself. It made the newfound power simmering beneath Mark’s skin boil. His pace quickened and he reached even deeper in Jay, bottoming out.
Mark actually flinched from the scream he tore out of his lover. The sound and the sensation of Jay tightening around Mark’s dick made him halt his movements. It was too much. He took a breath and realized that was something he hadn’t been doing. Breathing. The realization made a pain blossom behind his eyes and he reeled forward, burying his head in the crook of Jay’s neck.
He was heaving and it was probably so unattractive, a real mood killer, but Mark couldn’t stop. How had he let himself fall so quickly into these animalistic– no, monstrous instincts?
As Mark crumbled atop him, Jay relaxed and shifted himself a bit. He sighed but even that became a broken moan because no matter how he moved, he was too full to not feel Mark everywhere. His hands moved to the back of Mark’s head and pet him carefully. The act had the freshly bitten vampire turning his head so his nose brushed Jay’s sharp jawline.
That’s when he felt it. Wet.
A moistness was building on the edges of Jay’s face, building at his chin till it broke and spilled down his neck. The liquid was the same salty kind all humans knew intimately well. Even vampires cried human tears.
Humanity still existed even in the most ancient of vampires, Mark had to believe. Blood kept the heart alive, the fangs at bay. Mark wasn’t a monster. Not if he allowed it. Jay wasn’t one either. Right now he was nothing but a hurting yet horny boy who wanted what Mark could give him.
“Forgive me.” He wiped his maker’s tears. Jay kissed him on the lips and Mark tasted his tears then. This fluid wasn’t sweet like the others, but something Mark appreciated being able to taste just the same. You couldn’t fatten yourself on the bread just to forget the wine. Both were gifts from God, and you accepted His gifts.
Mark accepted the kiss and the tongue that battled against his own. His movements resumed. He swallowed all the tears that mixed in their spit and savored every note falling from Jay’s lips.
The symphony they made carried on until ending in a long hiss from Mark as he painted Jay’s insides with his release. Jay sang and sang, but was still yet to finish coming undone.
In the throes of their lust, he whispered against Mark’s ear. “Bite me.”
Obeying, Mark’s tongue lapped Jay’s neck drunkenly, tiredly, before his fangs sunk into the same marks they’d left behind earlier. He drank and thrusted some until the pleasure he made joined with the euphoria of a bite, and Jay was finally tightening around him with one last squeeze. His seed splayed across his stomach. Undone.
Mark drank for what felt like an eternity before he pulled away. Tears streamed down the other man’s face. Brows stuck screwed in pain, but eyes lidded in arousal, Jay’s breathes were so labored he seemed about on the brink of death. Mark felt Jay twitch against him and moved away.
They had time to spare to talk everything out. Everlasting time to spend in bed, or stuck in their heads. Mark could divulge in any string of guilty and shameful thoughts his brain could muster, and Jay would still be there in wait when they subsided.
For that was the gift of eternal life.