50 Dark Fics: 004 - Blood
Title: Taste for the refined
Author: tattooedraven
Fandom: Underworld
Characters: OC: Santiago/Phoenix
Prompt: 004: Blood
Word Count: 1490ish
Rating: PG13
Author's Notes: Continuation of *002: Dark Path*
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Part of him was mortified at what he witnessed. Phoenix had heard of the self mortification priests perform, he’d never seen actually seen it first hand until he decided to follow the priest back to his quarters. Church living quarters were small and it’d taken some creativity to blend in with the shadows of Santiago’s cell but Phoenix finally managed it.
The noble born quietly watched the priest go about his duties in the small room, his pulse quickening as the man started to undress, first the heavy outer clothing he wore no matter the weather. Forced him self to remain immobile when Santiago actually undid his robes, pushing the coarse looking material down around his waist exposing the man’s upper body to the vampire.
Phoenix’s knees went weak and he had to bite his own lip to keep silent as the priest disrobed completely. Mother Spain but the inquisitor was beautiful! The vampire’s vision easily picking out the details of the displayed feast before him even in the dim flickering candle light; Santiago was tall, lean, his skin a healthy color from the sun, evidence of time spent outdoors. The noble born felt a warming tingling in his belly as he saw for the first time, the man’s lax sex. Oh how he wanted to announce his presence, he wanted to touch, taste, and learn every part of this man’s body! He wanted to be with this man.
But then the priest turned away, kneeling before a small shrine in the room's corner. Phoenix watched as Santiago made the sign of the cross, head tipping forwards, words of prayer flowing free from his lips, making Phoenix roll his eyes. Wasted breath and energy in the vampire's opinion. After a few minutes the noble born grew bored, was this all the man was going to do? Pray? He let out a silent inpatient huff, shifting his stance and began to study the lovely curve of Santiago’s backside, the length of his folded legs and the scent of the man’s skin; so enraptured with his study of the man that when the priest struck himself with a resounding “SNAP!” of a flogger Phoenix jerked back in surprise, knocking his back of his head on the wall of his hiding place.
He frowned while rubbing his head, Phoenix stared in shock as the roped flogger tore at Santiago’s back and shoulders. The fresh smell of blood instantly reaching the vampire’s senses making his eyes dilate wide and his fangs elongate. Then the priest struck gain after making Phoenix wince, a grunt leaving the priest as he struck yet again! Over and over Santiago whipped himself with the flogger, his backside becoming slick with his blood while restrained grunts where muffled behind the man’s gritted teeth. Phoenix couldn’t stop watching, he was both mortified and strangely aroused at this sight. How could Santiago inflict such pain upon himself? Where did he find the will to hurt himself this way? But as the priest kept the beating up Phoenix began to grow angry. What sort of God demanded this from his loyal followers! He wanted this to stop! The man belonged to him now! Not this God who demanded blood be spilt and wasted! At least Phoenix and his kind took strength from blood, they didn’t waste and they did not demand it, in fact they coveted it and Santiago's blood would be like a precious gift to Phoenix.
After a few more minutes of self flogging the noble had had about enough of this and just when he was going to intervene, the priest fell forwards. His body trembling, the thick stench of old blood mixed with fresh as the priest lay upon the floor, the flogger discarded at long last. Even Santiago’s breathing was ragged and the only sound in the small room until Phoenix realized the man was speaking, speaking so soft he had to strain to hear the words the man spoke.
“God help me. Please!”
A snarl left the vampire, Santiago’s God was deaf as well as greedy! The vampire raised his chin, even now the priest pleaded to mute ears, rather than call for help from his fellow priests who resided but a wall away. The noble born was now completely disgusted, he should leave while Santiago was incapacitated, put the man out of his thoughts once and for all, he even started to leave before the softly uttered words from the priest caught his attention.
“Let me forget, do not let me see him again. Forgive me Lord but I can not.”
Phoenix's head snapped back to stare at the man on the floor. In to heart beats he left his hiding place, “Can not do what?!” he asked Santiago who had gone unconscious where he lay. The vampire moved closer, going to the fallen man, getting down beside him.
“Can not do what!” he asked again hesitantly reaching to brush back the sweat soaked hair from Santiago’s face. Sweet desert heat the man was beautiful. The vampire softly traced the proud jaw line, the man’s soft and neatly trimmed beard before caressing those lips once more. Phoenix’s fingers came away blood stained, for blood was all around Santiago’s neck, even splattered on his lower jaw and lips.
The vampire’s mouth watered again as he rubbed the precious fluid between his fingertips. He shouldn’t. His heart began to pound within his chest, his hunger reawaking as he slowly raised his fingers to his lips and licked them. Phoenix’s eyes fluttered shut as he shivered at the taste, it was blood, rich, and thick and sweet as sweet could be for his kind. It wasn’t special, not like his Sire's blood, far from it; the only thing to make it extraordinary was it was Santiago’s blood. It was hardly enough to wet his tongue but it was more than enough to have him wanting more. Phoenix looked down at the priest, supernatural blue eyes greedily studying the mortal’s pulse where it beat steadily at his neck. The hunger roared within him as the vampire lifted the man’s wrist. Feeling the pulse beat equally strong and steady there, he bent to press a kiss to it, tasting more blood on the priest’s skin, his fangs pressing down upon the fragile skin. He wanted to bite! Tear open the flesh and drink, drain the mortal, feast upon the man, and fill his belly with fresh warm blood.
Just then the priest moaned making Phoenix growl at being interrupted, his gaze snapping to the sleeping man’s features and he paused. Part of him screamed for him to bite, while another part whispered to let go. The noble withdrew, still holding the man’s hand. He couldn’t do this to Santiago, he wanted the man yes but he didn’t want to kill him either and if he gave into his hunger, he would without second thought.
So instead Phoenix pressed another kiss the top of the priest’s hand, daring to lick the thick droplets of blood to remember the priest’s taste before he bent and kissed those lips. Hovering for a moment to savor Santiago’s mouth, inhale his breath before making him self stop. To let go of his hand then stood, searched the small apartment and found pitcher and bowl so he could clean his priest of his self inflicted wounds. Cleaned as best he could not really caring if Santiago were to awake which after a while it was obvious he wasn’t as Phoenix disposed of the soiled water, then lifted the priest with ease from the floor. His vampiric nature aiding him as he laid the priest upon his cot on his belly, careful of his ruined backside.
Early morning was approaching, sunrise would be soon, Phoenix should leave, and he should not longer stay any longer simply watching the man slumber. He had to make himself stop touching Santiago’s lips, his proud features, even if his gaze wondered time and again lower upon the priest's body, daydreaming. Another shiver rolled through Phoenix at the thought of Santiago’s cock full and hard. The vampire stood and left without another thought, leaving the same way he'd come, slipping from shadow to shadow until he was outside once more a smile upon his mouth that just wouldn't go away.
With a slight chuckle Phoenix tucked his hands behind his back as he strolled back to his villa wondering what the priest would think when he awoke. A real laugh left him just knowing for sure the inquisitor would think his God had at last paid him a visit and cleaned him and placed him in his bed. The noble born felt smug as he closed up his villa against the coming sunrise and stretched out on his bed, still tasting Santiago’s blood upon his tongue before he contently yawned and dreamed of the flavor of the inquisitor's blood.
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