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Situated in the heart of Cairo city was the extravagant, magnificent architecture of one certain mansion. Tourists and natives alike would both stop to admire such grandiose designs, such lavish declarations of power expressed through a building alone. The aura of such a building could never be so apparent than this one. A mysterious yet intriguing and inviting presence that many would be drawn to. Some of these unlucky people were consumed by it, forever lost inside the walls to never been seen again. Sometimes they were hired to stay and live here as a type of servant. But most of these individuals lives would be completely lost.
As many would be consumed solely by its owner alone.
For the master of this mansion was a man known simply as Dio. An enigmatic figure who appeared only occasionally in the city, late at night, and only then seeing him was akin to the viewing of a solar eclipse. Astonishing and overbearing, astounding yet terrifying. It was no surprise that his rather flamboyant dressing choices had garnered the attention of the nearby residents. Yet somehow, the charisma of this man was remarkable above anything else. Those who have met this man were privileged and all would willingly surrender to his feet. He attracted anyone, regardless of their sex and gender. This man was a spectacle to observe and serve.
Except this man wasn’t a man at all, but a creature of myth. A legend confined to the night. A vampire. One who used his methods of manipulation, both sexually and not, to get whatever it was that he desired. And If that so desire was you, then you would have no choice to follow through with his wants, and you would do so willingly.
The inhabitants of this mansion were his devout followers. His agents in other words, who carried out his word and treated him like a God. Ready to sacrifice their lives in order to protect the deity they believed in.
At the very top of this mansion, you would find where he slumbered during the day. The vampires chambers were marginally illuminated by the stray candles littered around the room. The subtle scent of vanilla radiating across the area. A cold air ever persistent within the marbled columns despite the dry heat of the Egyptian climate. Across the sky, the faint distribution of far-away stars could be faintly present behind the film of light pollution that coated the vast darkness. The moon was out tonight in all its glory, a sliver of the silver glow peeked through a crack in the curtains and shone onto the bed. Dio made note to remedy that before sunrise, but for now, the seductive light was appealing, especially for where it was focused upon.
But there was another figure that lay within the walls of his room, one that frequently visited with no such repercussions like his numerous live meals ravished before they were leeched from. A man, much unlike the vampire, someone who could be considered an entirely opposite entity, juxtaposition incarnate.
This man was Enrico Pucci, the physical elder of the two and yet the younger one. A man of the cloth, member of the priesthood, a by-the-books typical religious and holy man.
Interestingly, by some unknown gravity and force of fate, the unlikely pairing had become close friends. Partners in pursuit of their shared goal of achieving heaven. Neither one quite anticipated growing quite as close in their bond, nor the natural strength in their relationship. Feelings and emotions were not supposed to be a part of their relationship. Yet somehow it had flourished, and the pair of them sought the other for more than a transactional partnership. Both men were inexperienced with the concept of emotional dependence and both of them kept the extent of their love for the other a secret in fear. Words of affirmation and love were expressed, but the deeper need for the other would be concealed. By all accounts, they were direct opposites. One a man of God and the other a being who saw himself as a God. It should be blasphemous to even consider them acquaintances, but here they were closer than anything else.
Being a staunch catholic priest and holy man, Pucci was oftentimes the face of reason. A follower and disciple of God to help enact His teachings and spread the word of His divine love to all, sinners and believers alike. He was an experienced pious man in matters of advice and as a result held a powerful position. People looked to him for guidance and he provided it with a smile and a kind word.
Pucci was a meticulously controlled person in everything he did, a characteristic and trait that came so effortlessly to him. Perhaps a result of being a priest, the pursue of abstinence vital for such a calling. He refrained from indulgences in sinful endeavours and he did so happily, for it was the life he was born for. Yet his strong need to control his surroundings was imperative for his existence, so much so that Dio would often chastise his innate need for such conditions. Pucci was a man that in everyday life, required his position of power and the control that came with it.
But tonight was different. Tonight, Enrico Pucci was willingly at the mercy of one Dio Brando.
His arms were suspended above himself, tied together with rope as he lay in the centre of the king sized bed. Legs left untied yet remained frozen in place as if they were.
A groan rumbled in his throat at the chafing sensation around his wrists. The pain manifesting physically on his body through the faint red markings. He raised his head to look behind him to observe his tied hands. Delighting slightly at the red colouration on his wrists and the subtle twitching of his muscles at the aching of holding such a position. The discomfort was prominent and he was very much aware of it, but he enjoyed such a feeling. The powerless, compromising position and the sensations that came along with it.
While Pucci was completely nude in his submission, Dio in contrast, was clothed, wearing tight leather trousers. Yet he had already forgone wearing a top, a usual practice of the vampire in normal circumstances. He was watching the priests struggle to retain his composure with unadulterated glee in the shadows of the room. Stepping forward into the light to better present himself to half-lidded eyes of the priest, who tilted his gaze to meet his eyes now they were visible.
Reflected in those doe-like eyes was a fierce lust as Dio eyed up every inch of his bared skin hungrily. Unable to move and unwilling to try for his attempt at escape would be futile from the expertly tied knots. That and trying to break-free gave the illusion that he wished to be free from such bondage… and he absolutely did not. Instead of acting coy he merely raised an eyebrow to challenge him playfully.
Still, his pumping arousal at being watched in such a vulnerable position was clearly evident in his groin. His cock hard and leaking slightly from earlier teasing that hadn’t diminished in the slightest. The priest batted his eyelashes.
“Are you enjoying the lack of a show I’m providing?”
“Don’t act like a brat, it’s unbecoming of you.”
Pucci smirked slightly letting out an amused exhale from his nose as he did so.
“You love it.”
Earlier bratty disobediences had earned Pucci such disciplinary punishment. Bent over the desk and spanked accordingly until his behind was hot to the touch and the flesh reddened. As always, both parties were well aware of each others limits, and Dio made sure never to overstep such boundaries. Especially when Pucci craved and asked for moments of pure sexual submission.
Most nights Pucci was naturally very subservient and obedient in his submission, but this evening he had decided to become more vocal and gallus. Dio found such defiance delicious. For he rarely dealt with shows of defiance in such play with any of his partners. Not to mention disciplining a clergy member was extremely arousing to the vampire.
“Do you want another round of punishment already?” Dio stepped closer to the bed, continuing to give Pucci a look of unrivalled passion.
Pucci bit his lip, the sting on his ass had dulled but was still prevalent and he wasn’t sure if he could handle much more by the hand of Dio. Not to mention he was sure there was so much more in store for him this evening. So instead, he shook his head wordlessly. Feeling his cheeks flush at the submissive action alone.
Dio chuckled and crawled onto the bed. Straddling the priest, thick muscular thighs either side of him that he wanted nothing more than to caress. But he couldn’t no matter how hard he tried against his bonds, he couldn’t, and it was an excruciating struggle. Matters were made worse when Dio decided to tease him more, running his hands along the side of his torso. Gliding those fingers across his dark skin, fleeting touches causing Pucci to take a deep breath to avoid bucking up into his grip. Such actions would be rebuked for his desperation and he didn’t want to be on the receiving end of Dio’s playful dominating wrath. Not just yet anyway.
“My my…aren’t you obedient. I can see you’re struggling to hold back, the cracks are forming my dear.” Dio leant in so that his hair was cascading over, trapping Pucci to stare directly in nothing but his eyes. “Let it all out for me…let me hear your moans of desire.”
Pucci felt his mouth open against his will, when Dio’s hand sneakily travelled lower, lightly fondling his erection. Continuing to tease him until he gave in and providing him what he wanted. But Pucci wasn’t about to give into his usual submission just yet. He swallowed the impending moans waiting to escape his throat. Squinting his eyes, mouth twitching ever so slightly into a brazen smirk.
“Make me then.”
Dio’s grin widened at the bold move from the priest. His own arousal half-mast in his trousers, pulling back to observe the bound priest below.
“If you insist.”
The vampire stood up then and the priest almost broke his defiance with a whimper at the loss of contact. Twitching eyes following his every movement as Dio sauntered over to the bedside cabinet. Pucci caught his breath in his throat as he watched him rummage through the first drawer, knowing exactly what lay in there and what potentially he was going to grab. Dio took out a vial of lubricant and placed it in his pocket before his eyes settled on the candlestick by the bed. Among the sleek, white tapers Pucci had brought back from the churches excess was one that Dio himself had bought for particular sexual uses, safe for skin contact. A few of these candles had a cross engraved in the base, custom-made. Catholicism was never slight in its grandiose and bold statements. Dio loved to tease him about this often.
A devilish look spread across his features that dried up Pucci’s throat.
“Tell me Enrico… what is your opinion on the catholic practice of mortification of the flesh?”
Pucci frowned slightly. “You already know my opinions on such a practice.”
“Remind me then.”
“Put to death what is earthly in you: fornication, impurity, passion, evil desire, and covetousness, which is idolatry.” Pucci recited before he turned to meet Dio’s eyes that were now examining him. He flexed against his bonds. “I don’t typically indulge in it in regards to repenting my sins… I’ve tried various forms, fasting, abstinence, prolonged kneeling…”
Pucci felt his cheeks burn further and cleared his throat. Dio’s gaze still boring deep into his soul.
“But… methods such as self-flagellation and…other forms of physical pain don’t work for me. Not in the way it should.”
“And why is that?” Dio’s fanged grin was never more apparent than now.
Pucci imitated Dio with a hummed laugh before whispering low and seductive.
“I enjoy it too much…”
“So what we are doing isn’t for your reconciliation?” A false mockery laced its way into Dio’s playful tone.
Pucci smirked. “I think you know the truth behind that. Why else would you have strapped me up here, aching for your touch?”
The vampire delicately picked up that particular candle by the base. Running a manicured finger alongside the base, collecting the dripping wax that pooled and hardened on the tip of his finger. Pucci’s breath hitched at the sight and the insinuation of what was to come. Mind racing with apprehension and arousal. An oddly erotic sight as Dio purposely continued to wrap his hand around the candle, stroking up and down in lewd replication of what he wished he was doing to his own erection.
“So you admit your desire for me is overbearing right now?” Dio perched himself once again in the straddling position in Pucci’s lap once more. The candle continued to burn and flicker in his right hand, the other coming to stroke and toy at his chest and stomach.
“Oh come Dio… you’re smarter than that, is it not obvious?”
Dio smiled, hovering his hand over sternum before twisting his wrist, the tilted candle threatening to spill the melted wax onto his skin.
“You’re still planning on acting the brat? I’m sure you’ve already worked out what I have planned next. I know you won’t be able to resist making those beautiful noises for me.”
In a breathy tone, heady with lust spoke out to the vampire.
“Do it Dio…”
The priest felt his eyes widen at the burning sensation as wax dripped onto his skin. A gasp escaping his throat that turned into a sound of a sharp inhale through his gritted teeth at the pain. A few moments of seething stings from the burns before it waned away into a more pleasurable pain. Pain transforming into pure bliss. His eyes moving to watch the wax as it hardened against his skin. A redness forming beneath the drops from the temporary burning. Dio carefully watching for Pucci’s reaction, bringing his free hand to stroke his face. A whimper threatening to escape.
“How does it feel?”
The priest writhed around as more wax kissed his stomach. Arching his back ever so slightly, pulling his wrists against the impenetrable knots. His breath getting heavier, deeper and more audible as his mouth stayed agape. A groan escaping his lips, sweat beginning to settle across his flesh, beading across his hairline. Another drip across his chest caused him to gasp. Squirming in pleasure.
“Ahh..!”
“Enrico darling I asked you a question.” Dio whispered.
“G-good…” Pucci managed to mumble coherently enough that Dio understood.
“Good boy.” Dio leant down to kiss his damp forehead before bringing his palm to rub against the head of his cock whilst another drop of wax landed on his chest simultaneously, just below his crucifix necklace. The priest almost buckled completely under the overwhelming mixture of pleasure and pain, tensing his hands into fists as he let out a deep moan.
“Dio…Dio… ahhh”
“What do you need Enrico?” Dio asked, putting down the candle on the side. His hand brushing through his hair. Pucci let out a whine and watched him continue to caress his body.
“Y-you… I need you Dio…”
“Lift your hips for me, my love.”
Pucci raised and opened his legs further as Dio kneeled back onto the bed. Exposing himself further while Dio coated his fingers in the lubricant he pocketed earlier. The priest closed his eyes and exhaled when he felt the familiar prod of his fingers begin to tease open his entrance. Purposely going slow to further rile up the priest.
“Hurry up Dio.” Pucci exclaimed, overstimulated, resting his head against his tired arms.
“You get nothing if you demand things, you should know this by now. Isn’t that what you chastise me for?” Dio smirked as the tip of his finger entered him and circled the inside of his muscle. Refusing to go deeper as Pucci inhaled sharply, wrapping his legs around him. He raised his blushing face as his mindset fell into his usual submission.
“Please…please give me more.”
Dio responded with a smile before pushing his fingers deep inside him. A filthy moan escaping the priest as the vampire continued to open him up carefully. Legs entwined around his waist began to shake and tremble from the growing pleasurable slow-build. His breathing becoming more and more uneven and heavier upon each movement inside him. A third finger was added and he didn’t think he could stand anymore. His erection throbbed with such desire it craved. He watched as it bobbed back and forth with each squirm of his body.
Dio meanwhile, was also aching in his arousal. His cock fully hard in his trousers, straining against the material and threatening to burst. Watching Enrico in such throws of pleasure, his arms hanging and thrashing against his bonds as he tried to hide his twisted face of pleasure into his arm. He had to resist such urges to stop preparing him and take him in an instant, making him scream for him as he thrust deep inside his ass. But he would never, he always made sure that the priest was comfortable for him. For pleasing him was a goal of the union of their sex.
The rope absorbed the sweat on his hands and wrists and the sight of him so desperate, his eyes so heavy and clouded with desire was too much. Dio brought his clothed erection and teased it against his now gaping wet entrance resulting in a stifled moan from Pucci. Grinding against him until the priest cried out the one order that Dio could never refuse.
“Fuck me.”
Dio pulled out his cock, mind too hazed to forego the rest of his clothing and lined himself up to Pucci’s hole. Slowly he began to enter, stifling his own groan to focus on the moans of pure pleasure from the priest. Very carefully beginning to move as he made sure Pucci was comfortable. Pucci looked to Dio with a smile and a fevered nod to acknowledge that he was ready to take the full force of him.
And that Dio did deliver.
Dio began to pump harder into the him, thrusting his hips in that natural mechanical rhythm so effortless to him. Pucci tightened his thighs, pants transforming into an indecent moan when a jolt of pleasure tan through him like electricity. Unable to speak words for fear of the embarrassing repercussions of his slurring voice in pleasure.
Unable to focus on anything but the warmth pooling in his stomach. Unable to even think about anything but the vampire above him. A series of lewd and erotic moans spilling free from him, so loud he was aware that the rooms below would be able to make out almost every whine and plea for more. He didn’t care… he just needed the vampires touch. Each thrust brought a breath he didn’t know he needed, a heartbeat responsible for his existence.
In an unseen timestop, Pucci found himself on his front, head rested on the pillow and arms now free and limp by his sides. He turned his head to watch as Dio lifted his ass up and entered him again. Pucci moaned sharply into the pillow, revelling in the sensation of Dio’s rhythmic powerful thrusts and the tingling numbness of his arms as the blood rushed back to them. He grabbed the pillow, fingers clutching at it like a feral cat in attempts to ground himself in the heightened pleasure. The priests eyes falling back into his head as pleasure grew. His untouched cock dripping onto the bedsheets, staining them once more with his desire.
The moans of both men floated in the air, the moonlight bathing the priest in a silver glow.
“Dio…”
“Yes?”
“More…” Enrico’s plea was more of a moan than a word.
Dio lifted Pucci to sit on his lap while he still lay inside him, continuing to thrust as the priests back was pressed against Dio’s chest. Allowing himself to get moved around like a toy. Pucci started to lift himself to move his hips in time with Dio’s thrusts, riding him. Dio hummed a laugh at the determined movements, taking a deep pride when a whine left his lips. Pucci turned his head, addressing Dio once again with a look of pure lust. Dio paused his thrusts to finally leant forward to meet his lips in a kiss that he had kept him waiting for all evening. A rather chaste movement, a striking contrast to the rough, passion-fuelled movements of his hips. Pulling away and to kiss against Pucci’s neck as his hips began moving again with more vigour. Dio brought his hand to wrap around the aching erection of the priest, his hand gliding up and down. Pucci threw his head back as the sensitivity of finally being touched and penetrated at once was almost too much to bear.
“Dio!”
Pucci loved nothing more than exclaiming those two syllables under conditions such as now.
“Are you close my love?”
Pucci nodded frantically with a whimper, head leaning back onto Dio’s shoulder. Tilting his neck to expose the skin to Dio’s eyes.
“Bite me. Please.”
Dio’s eyes widened slightly at the request before smirking. A panting response graced his ear.
“Oh Enrico you fucking devious man.”
Pucci cried out hardest that evening when those fangs sunk deep into him. Tip-toeing the edge of his bliss, his arm wrapping around Dio’s neck, clutching at his hair. Meanwhile, Dio delightfully drank his crimson nectar, his blood-lust entwining with his arousal causing him to thrust harder. Pucci moaned louder at the harsh movements, picking up his pace. His release imminent, a prayer of Dio’s name ripping from his throat. A pleasure, an ecstasy forming and growing faster, building and chasing his high-
Pucci tensed as his orgasm hit him and wash over him in a wave, his cock spilling in Dio’s hand and onto the bedsheets. Brow furrowed and eyes closed, lungs screaming for air, fruitlessly attempting to achieve it through breathy moans and exhales. He was experiencing true heaven behind his heavy eyelids. With the tight clenching of his hole, Dio too came with a deep groan into his skin. The warm flood of his release filling him. They both sat there for a few minutes as they enjoyed their bliss together before Pucci turned his head to meet Dio in another kiss. Dio lifted Pucci from where they met at the hip, pulling himself out with an exhale against his lips. Taking him in his arms and lying him down before standing and reaching for a flannel to clean them up, pulling the curtain closed completely, extinguishing the sliver of moonlight.
“How was it my love?” Dio asked as he delicately cleaned his lower half.
“Mmm… wonderful as always.” Pucci exhaled with a smile.
Dio crawled back up to lie next to the priest, taking his lethargic wrist and looking at it, rubbing a thumb over the red marks from the bondage.
“Was tonight too much?”
“Not at all. I asked for it, I would’ve told you otherwise.”
Dio hummed in response. “Would you care for me to heal this?”
The priest shook his head. “It doesn’t hurt that much… it’s just a bit sore but nothing I can’t handle. I like the way it looks.”
“A masochist to the end.”
Pucci let his eyes shut as he nuzzled deep into Dio’s chest. A peace washing over him unlike anything else. Happy only when in his embrace.
Within the confines of this mansion, the priest and the vampire lay together. Hidden away from the world outside that would soon be awakening as they slumbered.