Bonds
The nights following the torture, Jimmy had a lapse in faith in humanity…he’d spend more time reading the Bible and less in going out with his fellow vampires. He’d simply drink a glass of bovine blood or two and keep his readings by the candlelight. He drew comfort in two things: God’s love and the warmth provided by House’s cold arms. A truly altruistic soul could never be found again in House’s eyes, and to see him isolated made him worried. That night, Jimmy felt cotton drape over his shoulders and saw a black overcoat over his shoulder. “I hope this was bought, not stolen from a victim,” he whispered, putting a hand over the fabric.
“I’m fully aware of your aversion to murder spoils,” Gregory murmured in his ear and placing his hand over his lover’s, “this was on my tab, a gift for you.” “Is there a reason for such?” Jimmy inquired, ever curious as he turned around to face House. “None other than your safe return and recovery,” That earned the older vampire a sad sigh from Novak. “I still feel undeserving of your attentions and the Grace that saved me-”
The priest’s berate was cut short thanks to a pair of cold lips over his, gingerly closing the gap between them. “God had been dead to me for 195 years…but you’ve brought Him back with your presence. Your body radiates His love,” House whispered between locks, his mouth traveling to the eternally stubble-laden chin. “You’re just saying that to bring me comfort…If I were truly a man of the Cloth, I would listen to my torturers and let the Sun take me,” Jimmy retorted and tried to push his maker away halfheartedly.
“My beloved, you’ve read in your Book that God works in mysterious ways…and doing that is no better than suicide,” Gregory corrected as best as he could, blue eyes locking to blue. “Suicide in Death, really?” Jimmy actually had a ghost of a smile when he said that, and a spark of lust to his cerulean eyes. “Poetic, dearest… Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much.” With that, House playfully dragged Novak down to the floor, arousing both a laugh and increased lower body blood flow in the not-so-fallen priest. “Le mystère de l'amour est plus grand que le mystère de la mort,” he retorted, watching House over him through the flickering flames.
“Do you desire me in coitus?” Jimmy invited rather sheepishly; he was still getting used to the concept of sex…and frankly, he was still nervous about it. “I desire your body and soul but we can work our way to that,” the doctor replied while yanking off the vest and ripping the dress shirt underneath. His nails hovered dangerously over every curve, every line in Jimmy’s smooth chest, eliciting short gasps of air from him and arching to each touch. But rather stay and be submissive, Novak seized the moment and House’s fly.
“Then I want your soul and your heart; Beauty awakens the soul to act,” he growled mirthfully. “In that me and Dante agree,” House replied with a smirk before biting Jimmy’s neck. The priest exhaled raggedly at such a gesture, his body reacting and flow pooling in his groin. “Remember tonight... for it is the beginning of always…” House murmured, mouth covered in red then slipped his hands south, grabbed what blood made his and gave it a sharp tug. Jimmy released a sharp breathe as his toes curled up in response. His body went into a shudder but bit his lips, he wanted this time to last. Hearing his mate, tremble beneath him, House was aroused and thankful Jimmy had sped things along with his trousers, they were getting too tight anyways.
The doctor's mouth finally left the priest's and dove down onto suddenly bare legs. Placing a tempting bite on the sensitive inner thigh, he heard his lover breathe, "Take me, for the love of God." Sex was a messy ordeal, no matter the species, but it more than it made up in the easily excitable skin, especially when House whispered, "Not yet..." When the doctor rejoined Jimmy at eye level, he ground his hips against him, friction building between them.
The sounds Jimmy made ceased for a split second and he grabbed House's shoulders the moment he felt the initial penetration. It would always be painful for the younger vampire to consummate but it was an enjoyable experience as he lost his virginal attribute, but his mind knew better. He called out God's name while his hips kept the heady rhythm, letting his lover, his Other Father, explore him deeper into his body. House, on the other hand, was raving inside him, feeling him close with every delicious contraction, like that first time. "Gregory, please..." Jimmy crooned, enjoying the sin he'd denied in life. The intermittent shadows only lit his face when he yelled in ecstasy, barely able to restrain his orgasm. "Please!" House growled, eyes glowing in luxuria, and, at reaching the farthest he could inside, released in a final thrust.
Jimmy gave his new overcoat its first use and covered him and House with it. "You know you'll just cause suspicion," the older vampire commented as he withdrew from his body. "Let it come, this is our moment..." the priest smiled, watching his lover blow out his desk candles and join him in the floor.