#something something I'm a bit obsessed with the idea of gods and vampires and churches

[the-modern-typewriter]

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"Do you ever get an answer?"

The protagonist startled, head snapping up. The boy was standing only a metre away, in the aisle, smoky and soft in the candlelight. His eyes seemed to burn, pinprick red and gorgeous, with the fire's reflection. He was...well. He was beautiful.

The protagonist quickly looked away. It was wrong to think such things.

"To your prayers," the boy added, with a smile. "Do you ever get an answer? You're here a lot. I've seen you."

The protagonist swallowed. It would be wrong to lie, and a confession of something to say no. Never. It wasn't something they could say to their parents. What if the silence simply meant that they'd done something wrong? Their parents always seemed so sure.

"I've never heard anything back either," he said, in a confiding tone of voice. "I'm always curious if it's just me."

"He has his reasons, I'm sure. I mean, that's what everyone says."

"Well, if everyone says it."

When they looked up again, the boy was closer than before, in the row in front of them, hands resting lightly on the pew separating them. He had nice hands. Elegant. They were nothing like the protagonist's; calloused, nail-bitten, rough. They would probably be very soft to hold.

They realised they were still on their knees and quickly hastened to stand, cheeks flushing. "I didn't mean to interrupt you," they said. "It's not - people aren't normally here at night."

"No," the boy agreed.

"But you are?"

"Insomnia. I don't sleep much."

"The priests don't mind?"

His smile curled up like kindling catching; just as bright. "They think it's dangerous to be out at night in these parts, but it's yet to stop me."

"My parents don't like it either."

"But here you are."

The protagonist shrugged. "We don't live far from the church. And they - well - they like that I come here."

"And nothing bad can happen on hallowed ground, of course."

"Right."

His eyes really were astonishing. Further away from the light of the candles, the protagonist had expected them to grow shadowed like the rest of his face, but they still seemed so bright. Intent, in a way that nobody had ever looked at them, but which sent a delicious shiver down their spine.

The protagonist realised, with a sharp stab of embarrassment, that they'd leaned in.

"It's okay," the boy said. "I think you're real pretty too."

"It's a sin to lie in church." Their face burned, though. Never mind that they should have protested so many other things about the statement.

The boy laughed and that really was pretty. He leaned in a little in turn. Up close he smelled like...like...the protagonist wasn't exactly sure what it reminded them of. Roses wasn't quite right. Neither was the first snow of winter. Yet it was both of those things, and water on stone, and the church itself a little. Something fleeting. Something that had been there forever.

His finger ghosted beneath the protagonist's chin, a caress, a whisper.

"I - I should go," the protagonist said.

"You don't want to though. You want to kiss me."

Was it so embarrassingly obvious, that forbidden thing?

It was true, but the protagonist would never have said it, never have done it, never have even dreamed of something so bold as to kiss a total stranger in the middle of the night. It was so...the priests would surely not approve. It was difficult to think about the priests, about anything else, when he leaned in the rest of the way.

It wasn't a proper kiss. It was another whisper. A yearning.

Hunger.

It sprung inside the protagonist so hard and fast that they were almost winded by it. To kiss this boy. To be held in the hand of something ancient. To lose themselves in something beyond human.

The protagonist blinked. They shook their head, trying to clear it.

The boy kissed them. It was sweet and heady. For a second, his lips were so cold that the protagonist gasped.

In an instant, or maybe it was a long time, the boy had moved. He had taken the protagonist's hand. He had led them to the altar, glittering a dark gold in the night. Time was honey and melted wax. Time was that his lips were still against theirs, and it was all surely wrong, but their first proper kiss didn't feel wrong at all. It felt like the answer to a question they had been screaming for a while.

They were both on their knees, then, somehow. His fingers carded through the protagonist's hair, so gently, so tenderly. His lips trailed a song against the protagonist's throat, a comet path. Hot. Scattering molten stars through their body.

"Pray," he whispered against their ear. "Tell me if you get a fucking answer this time."

Then he sank his fangs into the protagonist's throat.

[odissey061]

Greediness

Fandom: ikemen vampire

Pairing: Charles-Henrie x reader

Advice: is pure smut, pwp. This peace was written for kinktober on ao3, but I post here to celebrate Charles' appreciation week.

Trigger warning: they do the do in a church, but is mentioned only once, so blink and you'll miss it ;)

Tag(s): @towa-no-yume @humi-and-co @crazyfreckledginger @r-f-a-journalists

The souffle was really good. The sweet taste he sent him into ecstasy as soon as the dessert entered in his mouth. The dough melted on the tongue, but even the heavenly flavour couldn't gain his attention. His mind was somewhere else: he was focused on the girl in front of him, although he tried to conceal it. For all the day she tried to get his attentions in the most particular way. Honestly once or twice the idea to give her the attention she craved so much crossed his mind, but seeing her struggle to find something was too amusing to give up and the feeling she needed him so much was addicting. When the girl finished to clean the room gazed once at her boyfriend with the corner eye: nope, the soufflé she made for him was still more captivating than her ass, right in front on him. Her plan to seduce him was merely failing: since the morning he treated her more cold then usual, he wasn't affectionate and clingy as usual.

Mayby she missed the right method: perhaps the right choice was something else, for exemple making him jealous. She knew to well how easily Charles got jealous and which bottoms she had to pull to obtain the wanted attention. Without gazing at him she went towards the door and when was going to open it, as he didn't exist, but he finally spoke:"Where are you going? Have you alredy finish to clean this room?". "Yeah, I just finished. Earlier Faust asked me to help him in one of his experiments and I said yes" she answered without turning towards him. He smiled satisfied when he saw the goosebumps and her stiffening. Who did he want deceive? He was the only one unable to bear a single moment without her. His passion for her was so much that was the engine that made his heart beat. Even when she was five meters away from him or without a physical contact, he couldn't breath: he missed her warm and the feeling of being loved. When she wasn't there, Charles was dead and the thought she preferred to stay with someone else than him was painful like hundreds bullet in the body. Knowing she was going to leave him to be with another male, made he wanted do everything in his power to please her.

Charles stood up from the chair and walked over her, leaving the dessert on the table, and caged lhis girlfriend between the door and his body. "Why don't you stay with me a bit more?" he asked starting to plant light kisses on her nape. "I don't see why I should. You keep ignoring and I have chores to do" her tone was cold as ice even if there was a note of pleasure in the voice. His arms went around the waist to restrain the movements as he started to kiss her neck up to the ear. "I'm sorry if I ignored you, but please stay with me: don't go to Faust. You know how I much I dislike you spending time with him" he wishpered in her hear and she shivered. He was like a puppy needy for the master's attention. Mayby he didn't know the effects of his actions stirred up in her, or mayby he knew too well because when he licked the ear's shell with the tongue, a little moan escaped from the lips and she pressed her body against his. 

His hands went under the shirt and ghosted over the warm skin of the tight. She tried to gain her composure as she spoke with a erratic breath:"If you want I stay with you, you should try harder".

He understood her plan was to make him jealus, it didn't matter if he fell in the trap.

As the tongue was still on the ear a hand went on her breasts. The long finger were on the most sensible part and he rubbed slowly the fingertips on the nipple. She groaned annoyied for the frustration: the stimulation was there, yet it wasn't enough to satisfy the need. "Try harder like this?" he asked, "More. Charles, I need more" she begged as she begun to move to get more pleasure. One hand of his pinched a nipple as the other tried to untie the bra. "What do you want me to do?" he asked. Charles took the bra in the hand and released it, just to tease her and as soon as it popped against the skin, she groaned for the frustration.

He slowly licked the neck and the fangs scratched the skin enough to leave a sign but not to bite her. "I ask you again: what do you want?" he hand on her thight touched slowly the panties' hem and she rubbed her ass on him.  "Charles, I need you. Satisfy m..." she begun to talk, but Charles interrupted her as two of his fingers entered in her core and begun to move inside her core. Both of they groaned for the arousing feeling while the other hand pinched harder her erect nipple. The fingers explored the more superficial zone of her womanhood with a slow and relentless pace, teasing her mercylessly. The girl lowered herself for more contact when he scissored the fingers in and out, stretching the walls. "Charles please, faster... harder" she begged on his lips a few second earlier to kiss him, mewling in his mouth as his fingers rubbed the clit with more pressure. Her whole body was trembling from the pleasure and the room was filled by her husky needy voice that called his name again and again.

He loved how needy she was for him and the aknowlege he was the only able to make her moan and cry for the pleasure exited him more. The feeling he gained from this, arused him more and make him abducted to it. She was the one trapped, but somehow he felt locked too: he was in a prison and she was the lock with her smiles, her moans. That was his sweet obsessed prison from which he wouldn't never escape and even if he wanted, he couldn't do that. And this cage was only his: he couldn't let anyone else step inside, he couldn't let anyone knows her so intimately. Her whimpers and the sticky juices on his hand brought him to the reality. She was close to cum, yet he stopped, pulling out the fingers: if she wanted came, she had to knew who was the one who was making her feel so good. "Scream my name. I want hear it from your beautiful lips" he said in her hear and she did as he commanded with a wimpering voice. But the voice was too low: he wanted her scream his name so loudly that everyone in the church would be able to listen, would be able to understand she was his.

When he started again to finger her, this time with the whole hand, she started to yell his name so loudly that the morning after she wouldn't have more voice. Charles knew she was enjoying this, but it wasn't enough: he wanted her abducted to him so much that she wouldn't love anyone else like him. "Tell me you love me. Tell me you need me as much as I need you" he ordered as the pace became faster in a sweet promise of release if she would have obeyied. His fingers abused mercilessy her defenseless nub until it was painful with a rougher and faster pace and she was so close to come. "I love you, Charles. I need you like the obsygen" she screamed his name again and again.

Please, become abducted to this. Tell me I'm the only one you could ever love in your mortal life. Was his silent pray.

She turned the head towards him  and embraced his lover as she declared fervently her love for him:"Charles, I love you". Completly satisfied, he curled the fingers one last time, letting her come.

After the release, both of they fell on the ground and she put her hand in the croock of the neck. "I love you so, so much" he wishpered on her face as he kissed the cheeck. The trail of kisses reached the waist as he leaned on her more and more until he laid on her body. He put her leg on the shoulder and her doubious look met his:"Charles?". Without answering, he hid the face in the tights and rubbed the tongue in the folds. "Charles, wait. I'm still sensible, stop" she begged, tempting a withdraw. "I know, that's why I'm doing this. I made you scream my name, but I'm so greedy that I want hear more" he smiles sadistically as the tongue licked her clit.

 

Somewhere else Vlad and Faust playied chess with a annoying music on the background. "For how long do you think the are going to fuck?" exclaimed the German extremely pissed of. They started a few hours ago, but it looked like they wouldn't stoopped so soon. "Let them enjoy themself" smiled Vlad rubbing the queen on the lips, still not sure where placed it. "You know what means my room is closed to his one, do you?" his tone was angry. He really hoped the night was more silent, but the God didn't fulfill the poor Faust's prayers: he wasn't able to sleep at all.

I love so much this baby. He's not even my typo, yet writing for him was so easy: I'll probably write more about him