50 Dark Fics: 002 - Dark Path
Title: No going back
Author: tattooedraven
Fandom: Underworld
Characters: OC: Santiago/Pheonix
Prompt: 002: Dark Path
Word Count: 540ish
Rating: PG13
Author's Notes: Continued from *Prompt 003: Rule/Ruler*
The Big Damn Table can be found OVER HERE!
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He was cursed, this he knew. He should have never touched him much less given a kiss! For God’s sake he only ever kissed the stone feet of the Virgin Mary. His body had been pure, untainted, untouched by woman or man until the Grand Inquisitor had called upon him. Yes, it was the Grand Inquisitor’s fault! If the stuck up noble born had not been so filled with pride, lust and want! Then the Grand Inquisitor would not have called upon him to break the up start and Santiago would still be pure. Yes it was completely his superior’s fault.
Still all Santiago could feel were those soft lips. Who would have thought a man’s lips would be so gentle. Would actually hold a taste to them. The priest discovered he’d been running his tongue along his own lips, as if trying to recall a flavor even as his fingers caressed his own chin, frowning; Los Villavicencio face was clean shaven, smooth and he had touched the man twice without his gloves. Another mistake on his part. Removing his gloves instead of leaving them in place so he would not be tempted by the flesh. Pha!
Santiago took a deep breath, disappointed with himself as he straightened up where he was on his knees before his private alter and swung the flogger as hard as he could! His teeth gritted, his back screaming as the knotted rope tore open already broken skin. A renewed and warm slick sensation slid down his exposed back as the inquisitor struck again a grunted sound the only noise in his small allotted room of the church. He would not fail again! He would report properly to his superior and have Los Villavicencio burned for the abomination he’d confessed to being, but not before punishing the creature for tainting him. A true man of God!
Repeatedly the flogger struck until Santiago could not stand it any longer and he pitched forwards, breathing hard, his head dizzy with pain, his back an inferno of heat and torment; the knotted rope wet and messy with his own blood as the priest tiredly stared at it where it lay on the floor as a part of him still wondered; would Los Villavicencio, if given the chance, would the creature taste his blood? Would he take it if Santiago offered it freely? Would the priest be allowed to feel those soft lips once more upon his skin, would the snobbish Spaniard with his perfect beautiful face and body drink from him? Would the creature of the night turn him if Santiago asked?
“God help me. Please! Let me forget, do not let me see him again.” The priest moaned, he was too tired to strike himself again and he hurt too much to move so he simply lay on the floor, knowing he could not turn against the noble born. “Forgive me Lord but I can not.” The priest whispered as he gave into his fatigue and fell asleep upon the floor. Completely unaware of the silence presence that finally dare to move from the shadows and began to tend to the priest while he slept. Santiago sighed as the pain faded in his dreams then smiled as he tasted those lips against his once more.
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Author: tattooedraven
Fandom: Underworld
Characters: OC: Santiago/Pheonix
Prompt: 002: Dark Path
Word Count: 540ish
Rating: PG13
Author's Notes: Continued from *Prompt 003: Rule/Ruler*
The Big Damn Table can be found OVER HERE!
.:+ No looking back +:.
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He was cursed, this he knew. He should have never touched him much less given a kiss! For God’s sake he only ever kissed the stone feet of the Virgin Mary. His body had been pure, untainted, untouched by woman or man until the Grand Inquisitor had called upon him. Yes, it was the Grand Inquisitor’s fault! If the stuck up noble born had not been so filled with pride, lust and want! Then the Grand Inquisitor would not have called upon him to break the up start and Santiago would still be pure. Yes it was completely his superior’s fault.
Still all Santiago could feel were those soft lips. Who would have thought a man’s lips would be so gentle. Would actually hold a taste to them. The priest discovered he’d been running his tongue along his own lips, as if trying to recall a flavor even as his fingers caressed his own chin, frowning; Los Villavicencio face was clean shaven, smooth and he had touched the man twice without his gloves. Another mistake on his part. Removing his gloves instead of leaving them in place so he would not be tempted by the flesh. Pha!
Santiago took a deep breath, disappointed with himself as he straightened up where he was on his knees before his private alter and swung the flogger as hard as he could! His teeth gritted, his back screaming as the knotted rope tore open already broken skin. A renewed and warm slick sensation slid down his exposed back as the inquisitor struck again a grunted sound the only noise in his small allotted room of the church. He would not fail again! He would report properly to his superior and have Los Villavicencio burned for the abomination he’d confessed to being, but not before punishing the creature for tainting him. A true man of God!
Repeatedly the flogger struck until Santiago could not stand it any longer and he pitched forwards, breathing hard, his head dizzy with pain, his back an inferno of heat and torment; the knotted rope wet and messy with his own blood as the priest tiredly stared at it where it lay on the floor as a part of him still wondered; would Los Villavicencio, if given the chance, would the creature taste his blood? Would he take it if Santiago offered it freely? Would the priest be allowed to feel those soft lips once more upon his skin, would the snobbish Spaniard with his perfect beautiful face and body drink from him? Would the creature of the night turn him if Santiago asked?
“God help me. Please! Let me forget, do not let me see him again.” The priest moaned, he was too tired to strike himself again and he hurt too much to move so he simply lay on the floor, knowing he could not turn against the noble born. “Forgive me Lord but I can not.” The priest whispered as he gave into his fatigue and fell asleep upon the floor. Completely unaware of the silence presence that finally dare to move from the shadows and began to tend to the priest while he slept. Santiago sighed as the pain faded in his dreams then smiled as he tasted those lips against his once more.
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