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doing-something-unholy · 2 months ago

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Sabbatical

Monsignor Pruitt/Father Adrian Cult AU: another priest around to offer a more level headed approach means that Easter reveal goes smoother, not as many people are turned, and John and Adrian (and Bev...) have the makings of a brand new religion on their hands.

This is John and Adrian having a well earned stay-cation, a romantic night at the rectory together.

Tags; ftm oc, masochism, slight choking, blood kink, John being a bit of a Freak(tm), under-negotiated Dom/sub dynamics, some fluff.

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The lights in the rectory were dim as Adrian let himself in the door, locking out the golden light of sunset behind him. It was very still but not exactly quiet, a record player with… John Denver, Adrian recognized after a moment, softly filling the room. John was awake then, and the sound of the bathroom floor creaking told Adrian exactly where he was.

Adrian smiled to himself, set his bag on the floor by the antique tv set, and the brown paper bags with the surprise for later in the refrigerator. Adrian hummed along with the music as he set the table for their dinner-breakfast. John didn’t eat much actual food, but always appreciated sitting with Adrian in the ‘mornings,’ listening to the updates on everything that happened during the daylight. It started under the guise of the ‘changing of the guard’, Adrian telling John about the goings-on of the church so he could take over at night. But these days, while there was some practical information shared, it was mostly Adrian rambling about anything and everything or John telling him some story from decades ago, stealing the little moments together that they could.

Today though, finally, they had clear schedules. No Mass, no Confessions, no visits, once Adrian could get out of his cassock- no collars, nothing but free time for three days. Adrian could hardly believe he’d pulled it off. He was sure Beverly would not be pleased when she got back from her ‘mission trip’ but he was finding it hard to care. Not when he had John all to himself for three, wonderful days.

Adrian finished lighting a candle for the center of the table, had just stood and blown out the match, when arms closed around his waist and a nose found its way into his hair, then a gentle kiss on the back of his head. Adrian couldn’t help the smile on his face, the way his heartbeat kicked up a notch, and he knew John could tell, the way his breath stuttered and body shook against Adrian’s back as John tried to hide his laughter. Adrian turned in his arms, pressed a kiss to John’s mouth.

“Stop laughing,” Adrian pretended to scold, fighting down a smile.

John leaned in and kissed his nose, smiling at the feeling of it scrunching under his lips.

“I’m just- It’s cute how excited you are to see me.” John grinned down at Adrian, then tilted his head to look behind him, at the table. “What’s all this?”

“Well, remember how Bev is away on ‘Mission’?” Adrian set his hands on John’s chest, slid one up to his neck, “That means there’s no one to bother us for the next week, so I arranged to clear our schedules for three days.” Adrian stared up at John, suddenly just a bit worried he’d miscalculated. “That- that, um, is okay right? I mean we aren’t that swamped right now and I figured it was a good opp-”

John kissed him before he could get too far down the anxiety spiral. When he pulled away his expression was so soft and fond Adrian could cry.

“Oh, sweetheart, it’s perfect.”

And Adrian did cry then, tears welling up on his lashes as he grinned at John and dragged him in for another kiss, then several more just for good measure. John finally tipped his head back so Adrian couldn’t keep kissing him, saying something about getting started on dinner. Adrian’s stomach chose that moment to growl, so he had to agree.

“There’s nothing to get started on,” Adrian said with a sly smile. He waited for the quirk of John’s eyebrow before continuing, “I picked something up from the mainland. I- I wanted something kinda fancy for tonight.” Adrian extracted himself from John’s arms, excited to show John what he’d got, “I wasn’t sure if you’d be awake this early, I was going to plate it nice but it’ll still taste the same.” He started setting the groceries out on the kitchen counter, John watching curiously over his shoulder. Fresh fruit, honey, cheese, prosciutto, and bread. Adrian gave John another sly smile as he pulled out a box of chocolate truffles and their favorite white wine. John loved how excited he was, the joy of surprising him written all over Adrian’s face.

“Oh, wonderful, I’ll get glasses.” John got the wine glasses, and a few plates, down from the cabinets, setting the plates down where Adrian had started cutting everything into bite sized pieces or slices, and John uncorked the wine and poured them both a glass.

They carried everything over to the table, John gently handed Adrian a glass, and held his own out for a toast.

“To having a few days off. To- to us.” John’s smile looked like the warmth pouring off a crackling campfire, and Adrian’s face lit up in return.

“To us.”

They clinked glasses, and fell into their routine, eating and drinking and laughing, very glad to not have to mind the time, just enjoy each other’s presence.

One of John’s only regrets about this path they’d been set on was how busy they were, how little time they had to themselves. Being Blessed was a gift that he'd always be grateful for, but it came with responsibility that kept them working, growing the church constantly and fending off those that wanted it destroyed. John was shocked at how many people resisted God's new covenant even when the truth of their blessing stared them in the face. But he supposed even Jesus had His fair share of dissidents in His time.

They'd come around eventually. In God's time, they'd learn.

The sun set long ago, and for once they didn’t have to get ready for Mass. Although now that John thought about it, why was Adrian still wearing his cassock if the day was over for him?

“Are you comfortable? In that- the cassock, I mean.”

Adrian looked up abruptly, deer-in-headlights.

“I- yes?” He looked almost guilty. John raised an eyebrow at him.

“Well- It-” Adrian stuttered, “I didn’t exactly get a chance to change.”

“You could change now?”

“...I was hoping to wait until we went to bed.” Adrian sipped from his glass, trying to hide behind it, until he was struck with a sudden bite of bravery, “I was actually hoping you might… help me with it. If you catch my drift.”

“Oh?” John adjusted in his seat, leaning back, “What exactly did you need help with?”

Adrian didn’t need to look at him, he could hear the smirk in his voice.

“Well, it's just so many buttons, isn’t it? Awfully hard to undo.”

“You could always just push up the bottom of the skirt,” John teased back, “But maybe you’d just end up with it stuck bunched around your waist.”

One of John’s favorite things about his Blessing was the way he could see the life flow through people’s veins. In particular, he loved how obvious it made the effect his words had on Adrian, watching that golden shimmer of his pulse beat just a little harder as Adrian pictured what he was saying. He couldn’t stand to tease his boy any longer. The food was good, but his hunger couldn’t truly be sated by it.

“Come here.”

The sudden heat in John’s voice startled Adrian. He moved to comply immediately. John pushed his chair back from the table as Adrian approached, eyes raking over him with such intensity Adrian shivered. Adrian bent slightly to get on his knees but John cut off his movement by reaching out and holding one wrist firmly.

“Just stand here. Just like that.” John’s hand trailed as far up Adrian’s arm as he could reach, then over to his chest and stomach. His fingers dipped into the band of his fascia, tugged gently to encourage Adrian to step closer. He pulled until Adrian stood between John’s spread thighs. John smoothed the band back down and looked up at Adrian, delighted to see the pink spreading across his face already. He grabbed at Adrian’s hips just to hear him gasp.

John abruptly stood up, keeping his grip on Adrian to manhandle him into leaning against the edge of the table, Adrian had to put his hands behind him on the table to keep himself propped up as John leaned into him. John kissed him hard, cupping Adrian’s face in his hands. He pushed against his body, soaking in the heat coming off him. His tongue invaded Adrian’s mouth, he could taste the wine still.

Adrian broke the kiss first, panting and gasping for air. John kept peppering kisses on his face, trailing down his cheek and neck. Adrian shivered and made an appreciative noise in the back of his throat as John’s teeth grazed him.

“John- darling- please, bed?” Adrian whined at him with big pleading eyes.

The only warning he got was John’s smile and nod before Adrian was being dragged into the bedroom. He swooned dramatically, happily pretending to sucumb to his lover's rough grasp.

John maneuvered him to the edge of the bed, then pushed against Adrian’s shoulders until he swayed backwards.

Adrian fell back into the mattress with a sigh, head tossed back and exposing his throat, perfect bait for-

John followed him down, caging him in with long limbs and immediately putting his mouth over the center of Adrian's throat. Adrian laughed, the skin under John's tongue and teeth bobbing. John knew what he was thinking, and nipped him to quiet him. He shuffled his legs over Adrian's, until he could straddle one thick thigh and grind his own thigh into where Adrian was already dripping wet under so many layers of fabric. Adrian gasped and rolled his hips onto the offered leg, holding on to John's upper arms and whining. He pressed kisses into Adrian's neck, while hooking a finger over his own collar and pulled the tab out, then tossed it in the direction of the side table. John undid a few buttons of his shirt, listening to Adrian breathe, panting already.

John moved back after only a short moment, pulling his leg away.

"Hush, darling boy. You'll get yours soon." John settled back down to press his face into the crook of Adrian's neck, breathing deeply. Adrian squirmed and whined as John dragged his fangs over Adrian’s neck so slowly and light he broke out into goosebumps. John showered the delicate skin with affection and kisses, melting Adrian down into submission.

"You know by now, my need first."

He licked a stripe up Adrian's neck.

"Besides,"

He nipped the skin gently, soothed it with a kiss.

"I know how much you like being fucked when you're dizzy and pliant."

With that John sank his fangs into Adrian's neck, right over the faint scars from repeated feedings. Both of them moaned, Adrian's trailed off in a whine but he held still obediently, the pain and anticipation making his clit throb in need. Every little groan and sucking noise from where John’s mouth made contact with his neck drove Adrian wild.

John was very well fed these days, no shortage of faithful willing to supply him food in hopes of being blessed, but Adrian was his favorite meal. It was a shame he couldn't feed from him as often as he liked, preferring to wait for him to heal naturally to avoid overexposure to the Sacrament. Still, he couldn't get enough of Adrian's blood, the way he whined so sweetly for him and got so needy for his touch.

John drank greedily from him, any thoughts of slowly indulging in his blood gone the instant the taste of Adrian’s life flowed over his tongue and down his throat. The trust Adrian had in him to let him drink directly from his veins was almost more intoxicating than the feeling of John’s body filling with the warmth of Adrian’s blood. Knowing Adrian was inside him every time he drank from him and being able to feel it filling his stomach was a wonderful, glorious gift that John cherished.

Adrian was his assistant publicly, and his prized pet in private. And it seemed to suit him just fine, he'd told John once that even if most of his 'ownership' over him was just play, it made him feel safe. John had smiled at him, said he was glad, and quietly laughed to himself. It wasn't just play to him. Adrian was his, and his alone. John had been the one to take Adrian's virginity, had given Adrian his role, his purpose, and watched him blossom, his anxiety fade as he stepped into the role he was divinely made for. And the boy had been blessed by God to be perfectly receptive to him, his cunt welcoming him in every time.

John had half a mind to marry him, Adrian didn't mind a hint of femininity, he would look so beautiful in white-

John groaned and rolled his hips down against Adrian, he felt half drunk off blood and arousal. He pulled his mouth away for a second to lave his tongue over the skin, chasing a rivulet of blood, and sank his teeth down again, pulling another gasp from his sweet boy. He wanted more of those noises, despite what he said earlier he couldn't wait any longer.

He grabbed a fistful of Adrian's cassock and pulled it up until he could get under the hem, and immediately stopped when his hand touched soft warm skin instead of fabric. He pulled away again to look, holding his hand over the bite wound.

Adrian wasn't wearing pants under his cassock, but what he was wearing… John could feel his pupils dilate as he took in the sight of Adrian's gorgeous thighs wrapped in lilac lace at the top of sheer stockings, held up by a silk garter belt that framed the thin lace covering his aching core.

Adrian smiled up at him sheepishly, blushing.

"Surprise, Father."

John ran his free hand up Adrian's leg, feeling the delicate fabric and curling a finger under the strap of the garter. He smiled down at him, and heaved a fake sigh.

"Whore."

And snapped the garter against his leg making Adrian jump and yelp.

"Yours," Was all Adrian said in reply, grinning and unrepentant.

John moved his grip to Adrian's hip, hard enough to bruise just to watch his eyes cloud over with lust.

"Mine, huh? My whore?" John leaned back down to Adrian's neck, licking his fingers clean of the blood that had welled up around them.

"I think I like the sound of that, darling. Mine." John growled out the word and latched his mouth back to the wound. The bleeding was slowing down, as much as he wanted to keep going it was best to stop soon. With one last obscene sucking noise he pulled away from Adrian's neck and cleaned the last of the blood with his tongue, making Adrian shiver and squirm.

John caught Adrian's jaw and moved his head to kiss him, the taste of blood passing between them. John shifted his weight again, settling between Adrian's legs. Adrian looked up at the holy man on top of him, the light catching John's hair like a halo. He wrapped his legs around him, arms resting on the pillow beside his head.

"Ah, w-well, Father? Are you going to punish me?" Adrian purred.

Adrian always called him Monsignor in public, and Father in bed. Adrian probably couldn't call him Father in public, John had never been so affected by his title before.

He put a hand on Adrian's chest, and slid up to his neck with the slightest pressure, just to watch Adrian's face change from cocky to needy.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" John's voice was deep and rough, a dangerous edge to it. Adrian could see his eyes shining in the dim light of their bedroom.

"Please," He whined as John's hand slowly tightened around his throat.

John waited until he felt Adrian's pulse beat rabbit-fast under his fingertips before letting go all at once, watching Adrian gasp for air and moan. He didn't wait for Adrian to fully catch his breath, immediately grinded his palm into Adrian's tdick through the lace and reveled in the way his hips rolled into it, the noise it pulled from him. He could feel his cock straining against the front of his jeans, where it had been for a while, but he needed to make sure Adrian was ready for him first.

John pulled the soaked lace to the side, listened to Adrian gasp and whine as he gathered up the wetness and stroked his clit with it, maddeningly slow. Adrian bucked his hips into the touch, so John grabbed his hip and held him still.

"Behave, you eager little thing," John gently scolded as he slid two fingers into Adrian. He was pleased to see his thighs tense as Adrian held still, obediently following his implied command with a whine. He rewarded his boy by curling his fingers as he pumped them in and out, and stroking his clit with his thumb. John smiled at the way his hips stuttered ever so slightly, he wouldn't really be in trouble if he moved, and Adrian knew that, but watching him try so hard to obey anyway was its own reward.

Adrian whined and bucked his hips into John's hand, John could feel him start to shake as he gradually gave up on holding still and chased his orgasm. John let him ride his fingers until he heard the tell-tale hitch in Adrian's moans that told him he was getting close. John pulled his hand away right when Adrian started to tense up, he knew he had the timing perfect when Adrian cried out and whimpered.

"Please! Please, please, John, please!" Adrian grabbed John's shirt and wrapped his legs around him tighter.

"Please what, darling?" John teased, already unzipping his jeans.

"Please– please fuck me, Father," Adrian whined, pure desperation in his voice.

John grinned enough to show his fangs, and hauled Adrian closer to him by the hips, completely unnecessary but it made Adrian gasp and blush at the casual show of strength. John pulled his cock out, and leaned forward over Adrian's body to line himself up with his entrance. He teased Adrian with the head of his cock just sweeping through his lips once, twice, before he buried himself to the hilt in Adrian's cunt.

Adrian closed his eyes and groaned, reveling in the stretch, the feeling of being so full. John immediately grabbed his jaw, pulling Adrian's face back to his.

“Look at me,” John demanded, “Look at me.”

John stared into Adrian's eyes, watching them cloud over with lust as he pulled out and slowly thrust back in. He kept a tortuously slow pace until Adrian just about opened his mouth to whine and slammed his hips into him, turning that whine into a shocked gasp. He kept going, each thrust knocking another little noise out of Adrian.

Adrian clung to John’s shoulders, nails digging in and leaving faint lines under John's shirt. They'd heal before the hour was up but the slight burn of them lit up John’s nerves.

Adrian was so wet and warm around him, taking him in so beautifully. John lowered himself down until he was practically laying on top of him, pressing every inch of their bodies together, as best he could while they were still half-clothed.

A tiny smear of blood stained Adrian's collar, John pressed his face into the crook of Adrian's neck above it. The scent of him, of his boy, of Adrian, flooded his senses. His teeth itched to bury themselves in his neck again, John snarled but contented himself with licking the sweat accumulated there. He knew Adrian couldn’t afford to lose too much at once, even if John wanted it desperately.

John kept slamming his cock into Adrian's cunt, trying his hardest to claim him from the inside out. Adrian whimpered and gasped with each thrust, John knew it had to be hurting him but his darling boy kept pulling him in, legs locked behind him.

“Does that hurt?” John gasped out between thrusts.

“Yes,” Adrian whined, “Y-yes, Father. You're- you're hitting my cervix.”

“Do you want me to stop?” John slowed down but he already knew the answer.

“No, but please, please touch me.” Adrian rolled his hips, trying to get John to keep his pace.

“You can't cum from this?” John purred at him, teasing Adrian's clit with just one finger.

“N-no, more, please!” Adrian gasped and clenched down around John, making him groan.

John smacked Adrian's clit without warning, making him yelp and jump.

“Yes you can, you've done it before. Be a good boy for me.”

John picked his pace back up, just as brutal as before. But he wasn't intending to be too cruel, he kept one hand between Adrian's thighs, thumb just barely grazing Adrian's clit with each thrust, providing a little extra stimulation that had Adrian mewling.

“Cmon, pretty boy, my sweetheart, you can do it,” John breathed into Adrian's ear, “Just a little more, huh?”

Adrian was beyond words, he just whimpered in reply.

John decided to have mercy on him, and stroked his clit in time with each thrust. He could feel it in the way Adrian shivered and tensed around him, thighs tightening and the tremble in his arms: Adrian was so close, just the slightest thing would take him over the edge.

“Cum for me, Adrian,” John whispered to him, “cmon, cum for me.”

Adrian answered him with a cry, the tension snapping in him all at once as he shook in John’s arms. John kept fucking him through it, keeping the pleasure rolling until it burned white-hot and nearly painful.

“Thank you, thank you, thankyouthankyou oh my God thank you–,” Adrian squeezed around him as he came, and John was so overwhelmed by feeling and seeing Adrian's orgasm that it was only a few more thrusts before he was coming too, deep inside. John briefly wondered if maybe this time they'd be lucky, however impossible it might be.

Adrian went boneless first, limp and panting as he came down from the high. John rolled his hips until he couldn't anymore, too overstimulated and exhausted to keep moving. He reached up to sweep the hair out of Adrian's face, gently stroking his cheek. Looking closely for any sign that he'd gone too far, any lingering pain that might be written in Adrian's face.

“Hey,” he said, with a breathless smile.

“Hey,” Adrian grinned back at him, tired but perfectly happy.

“I love you,” John kissed him softly.

“I love you too,” Adrian threw his arms around John’s neck, buried his face in his shoulder, “Love you so much.”

They both laid there for a long while, tangled in each other's arms until they got the strength to get up. Adrian whined when John pulled out and away, missing the body heat. John laughed at him softly, promising to come back soon.

Adrian worked on undoing his cassock while John fetched two hand towels from the bathroom, one wet, one dry. Adrian was peeling off his stockings by the time he got back, and John ushered him to sit back to clean him up.

“I could do that myself, y’know,” Adrian said, but sat back anyway, letting John help.

“I know, but I want to take care of you,” John glanced up at him with a smile, “Are you okay? Sore?”

“Oh I'm gonna be,” Adrian sounded almost smug, “But that's half the fun.”

John sighed and rolled his eyes in fond mock exasperation, tossing the towels in the laundry and working on getting out of his own clothes.

“As long as you're having fun,” He climbed into bed beside Adrian, who immediately rolled over practically on top of him. John pulled him in to a comfortable spot.

“I would've stopped you if I wasn't,” Adrian responded, “But what I wanna know is where on Earth did you learn to do all that? Who taught you to talk like that?” Adrian laughed into John's neck.

“You think you youngin's invented kinky sex?” John teased, “Besides, you've only got yourself to blame.”

“... Uh, don't– or maybe do– let's just go with don't- call me ‘youngin’ again. Please.”

John laughed at him again.

“Do you like it a little too much?” John dropped his voice down to a rumble.

“I'm never saying anything to you ever again,” Adrian tried to roll away but John held on to him.

“Oh no you don't, get back here,” John held on to him tightly, dragging his fingers along Adrian's sides to make him laugh and squeal and drag him back over.

“You're so mean,” Adrian tried to pout but it would probably be more effective if he wasn't smiling. John just grinned back at him, warmth glowing in his chest. He placed a gentle kiss on Adrian's forehead.

“I love you.”

Adrian gave up on their playfighting, and snuggled in closer with the blankets in tow.

“Love you too.”

#priest kink #heirophilia #midnight mass #monsignor john pruitt #father paul #father speaks #got tired of waiting for ao3 to come back online #but i'll post it there later #edit; now with ao3 link!

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