50 Dark Fics: 003 - Rule/Ruler
Title: Eye for an Eye
Author: tattooedraven
Fandom: Underworld
Characters: OC: Santiago/Pheonix
Prompt: 003: Rule/Ruler
Word Count: 3550ish
Rating: R
Author's Notes: I got started on this idea and just couldn't stop! Written for ma Hubby because I luff her so much! So be gentle, I still get nervous about posting these things, not as confident as I used to be.
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He was growing tired. It wasn’t that anything they’d done to him these last few days could have truly hurt him, far from it; Phoenix had not only been a quick healer when he'd been mortal but now that he was immortal, he was even faster. No, in truth it was the returning daylight that was wearing him down, even his supernatural nature was taking a toll as the soft deadly sunlight began to filter through the colored windows. Phoenix wanted to sit for his arms and shoulders were aching, wrists sore, his fingers cold and slightly numb and the priests assigned to watch him while the Grand Inquisitor was away collecting his own special tool to use upon Phoenix, were too busy talking to each other to have noticed the marks inflicted upon him were almost healed.
The vampire gave a slight smirk for small miracles as he glanced over his shoulder towards the decorated alter and the ever silent carved figure behind it. Why not? They’d brought him to a church instead of a dungeon so he could confess his sins against the church and repent; so why not take advantage of the situation, as he shifted his feet, pulling against the ropes wrapped around each arm and stopped as he remembered too late, the more he pulled the tighter they became constricting movement. Phoenix frowned and sighed, damn mortals, at times they were too clever for their own good. All he had to do was be patient and the inconsequential priests would let him go once he’d convinced the Grand Inquisitor of his ‘innocence.’ Yes, he’d play along with the Church’s ridiculous game and so long as he kept playing by their rules, his immortality and his family would be safe.
The vampire nervously shifted his stance again, now that he was basically being ignored he felt exposed, okay he felt as if he really was committing some sort of sin being naked inside a church. He shot the whispering priests another hard look, could they not at least give back his pants? He was not a commoner! With a huff Phoenix shifted his shoulders once more even his belly complained it was hungry and his mouth dry. How much longer where they going to keep him here? He eyed the growing brightness but yards from him. Feeling the heat from where he was restrained between two stone pillars. He looked away the light hurting his eyes making his mouth even drier, maybe it was a good thing they were keeping him here for if they let him go now, he’d be trapped by his own nature and without a valid reason to walk down the long corridor while the priests watched him.
He was screwed either way as he took a calming breath and kept his eyes closed, feeling his skin begin to burn slightly. When Viktor had turned him and explained the severe effect of light upon their species, perhaps he should have paid closer attention especially since he was learning first hand just how much it was beginning to hurt being exposed to the sun again, even from this distance. The vampire shook his head with a tight grin pondering the irony of how left alone the priests were inflicting more damage upon him than they had with their Inquisition tools. He just had to keep his wits and wait for nightfall and hope the silly mortals would grow tired of him and let him go. That thought left him feeling a bit more confidence with himself as the noble born tried to relax and gain some rest.
“Mother of God protect us!” Phoenix’s eyes opened at the whispers from the priests as they looked as one towards the end of the corridor, both making the sign of the cross before looking to him making Phoenix frown and squint to follow their gaze down the brightly lit passage. Another priest was coming. All Phoenix could discern was a blurry outline as his eyes watered up before his eyes widened in recognition making him blink to clear the tears from them.
He knew that walk, he knew before the priest came any closer the man’s profile, knew every detail of his face, by his Sire! He even knew the man’s scent! He knew this man, how could he not? He’d been infatuated with the Priest since his arrival in the noble born’s city. Had done his own research into the Priest’s back ground, discovered the man had been raised by the church, trained as a priest then as an inquisitor, had become the Grand Inquisitor’s right hand man. The man’s reputation was well known by fear, but to Phoenix none of that mattered, for he was attracted to the man. He didn’t give one wit that he was a priest; he was still a man wasn’t he? A handsome and too attractive man, with sharp features, soul capturing eyes, a neatly trimmed beard and mustache and was one of the few men who was actually taller than Phoenix. Yes the vampire was hopelessly attracted to the priest and was probably why he was here. He gave an almost wistful sigh, perhaps he should have been more tactful with his flirting as he observed the man’s mesmerizing walk, no not walk - strut! Confidence poured from that stride as the vampire realized what the Grand Inquisitor had meant by using his best tool available against the noble born.
Phoenix couldn’t tear his gaze away. His eyes felt over worked, strained and gritty making his nose run slightly as he blinked to get moisture back into them then made himself look away as the other man neared before he burned his eyes beyond repair. The only sound was of the man’s boots on the stone floor coming to a halt as the vampire saw he’d stopped to speak to the other ninny priests, and then dismissed them leaving him alone with this man as they scurried away and silence filled the church. This was not good.
The priest simply stood there, quiet, still and simply too damn distracting! Why was the light in here so damn bright! Not to mention it was becoming too hot. The noble born stood as tall as he could given his situation as he raised his chin refusing to appear weak as the priest pushed back the hood of his cloak revealing his face. Phoenix almost faltered as he looked upon those features he wanted to touch, saw as the man’s lips curled ever so slightly into a smirk as he watched Phoenix stare at him; observe him bodily without ever moving his gaze. The vampire felt his temper ignite at being studied like an insect!
“Why can I not have something to drink. At least give me some decency, I am Not a commoner and I demand respect due to me!” He snapped. “Why are you keeping me here, my family is neutral you of all people should know this Padre Mondragon.” Phoenix hissed the title, putting forth his best effort to give the priest a cool look of displeasure. “Los Villavicencio are and always have been loyal to both State and Church,” he watched the priest give him a dry look before he undid the clasp at his throat and the heavy black cloak slithered to the floor. Even still clothed head to foot in his robes of office the man was, lean, imposing, simply put magnificent. “Y-you have no g-grounds to keep me.” Why did the priest have to be so elegant and poised! Phoenix shifted his shoulders to give himself something to do under the priest’s silence and steady gaze making the vampire look away first. The Grand Inquisitor certainly knew what he was doing by sending this man here. Phoenix was not so confident any more.
“Forgive my brethren Senior Francisco,”
At last the man spoke! “It is Los Villavicencio to you!” Phoenix shot back pulling at the ropes around his arms before he stopped as they tightened more.
“Then it is Inquisitor Mondragon to you Los Villavicencio,” the priest quietly answered slipping off his black gloves and the heavy gold chain of his office from around his neck then moved to take up the dipper from a pitcher of water that sat nearby and returned to Phoenix, holding it for the noble born to sip from, his robes swishing around his feet before they settled. “Since it is just the two of us now, I think we can be courteous to one another.” Phoenix scowled but took the opportunity to greedily drink the tepid water after all he couldn’t remember the last time he’d drank something and it’d been even longer since he’d eaten and longer still since he’d fed.
The vampire quickly drained the dipper licking his lips before he reluctantly met the man’s eyes with his silent plea for more, the priest nodded and retrieved the water, once more holding the wooden dipper as he leaned forwards and softly uttered. “There you see? We can be civil to one another. Now since we are being polite to each other, you may call me Santiago just as I shall call you Phoenix.”
The vampire jerked back as if he’d been slapped, disbelief and anger on his face before he raised his chin again looking down at the priest. “Why would you call me by another name. I am Francisco Los…”
“You are Phoenix!” The priest snapped his voice echoing through the empty church, his gaze locked against Phoenix’s raging one before he gave in first and returned the dipper to the water pitcher, his head swiveling back to glare at the restrained man before he stalked back, invading Phoenix’s personal space. “You are Phoenix of the damn, of the ones who dare call themselves immortals.” Santiago spat the word. “Condemned and infected by the unholiest of creatures that dared resemble man.” The priest leaned closer to Phoenix, gripping his chin. “God reveals to his most faithful the blights and parasites upon humanity. Yes I know what you are Francisco.” Santiago purred the name, he was so close Phoenix could feel his breath upon his face as those eyes slipped lower to study his prey. “So please, convince me as to why I should not have you moved over there.” The priest smiled a cold grin looking over his shoulder to the bright sunlight. His smile grew more deadly when Phoenix didn’t bother looking, his eyes hurt enough.
“Bien, so you know what I am.” Phoenix fixed the man with a knowing look, he was so close all he had do was but lean forwards and he could kiss the man. “Then you must surly know you cannot hold me either.” The vampire returned the smirk feeling his cockiness returning as the priest moved away from him when he lean forwards to see what the man would do. A frown of frustration marred the vampire’s brow, he’d been so close to actually touching the man!
Santiago nodded knowingly looking thoughtful, pacing a few steps back turning away from Phoenix. “Yes I know this,” he pivoted on heel, his boots clicking on the stone floor fixing the noble born with a look before returning to him. “This makes leads me to wonder, why.”
It was Phoenix’s turn to pull back slightly, the priest was too close now! Sweet Elders he could smell the man’s skin, knew it was temple incense that was on his skin, probably in his hair on his robes! “W-why what.” He hardly asked, heart pounding.
“Why have you not left, I could not stop you if you choose to leave. My diligent yet dull witted brethren could not hold you if you had truly wanted to leave.” The priest touched the noble born, a single long finger trailing along his chin, forcing a gasp from Phoenix before that finger slid lower, down the slope of his neck as Phoenix tipped his head back and to the side trying to avoid that touch but the priest was persistent and followed the cool pale skin downwards to the hollow between the collarbone, lower still to the center of Phoenix’s chest. “What are you waiting for Phoenix.” The question was softly spoken. “What is it you want Vampire, why do you stay. Why do you give this false pretense of control to me.” The priest flattened his palm upon the man’s heaving chest, sliding it lower to his belly, noting the flutter of breath, the swish of hips when he moved his hand to said hip, a slow sinuous smile spread across Santiago’s lips.
“I see.” The priest purred, “I do control you Los Villavicencio.” The priest’s robes quietly swished as he ducked under Phoenix’s arm, moving behind the restrained man, his hand still following the curve of backside, sliding upwards between shoulder blades noting how the vampire pushed away from him. “I do not think it is the sun that frightens you, nor the Church nor any mortal.” Phoenix turned his head as Santiago pressed flush against his back. “Except perhaps me.” The words were whispered against his earlobe, Phoenix could hardly breathe frozen as he was with hunger for the priest. “Confess Francisco. Confess before God. Tell me your sins, speak to me what I need to hear, give me what I want and you will be allowed to leave.” The priest spoke against the nape of his neck, his breath warm and sweet making Phoenix tremble and pull against the ropes, not feeling how uncomfortable they’d become.
“I have nothing to confess.” Phoenix barely managed to speak, suddenly aware that his body was reacting to the priest. His face heated as he dared to glance back at the priest seeing an equal thirst in Santiago’s eyes. A different thirst, one that cried out to a god Phoenix didn’t believe in. The noble born took a breath, the hand upon his back felt like a heated brand. He wanted to bring the priest down, shake his faith, prove to him his God never existed, that only man had control over their own souls.
“Bien.” He finally spoke. “You want me to confess?”
“Yes!” Santiago hissed gleefully hardly containing his reverent smile, standing once more before Phoenix. “Tell me! Give me your burdens, free yourself before God.”
“Then this is my so called sin Padre,” Phoenix clutched the ropes with his hands so he could move closer without the ropes tightening further as he looked to those hazel colored eyes of the Church Inquisitor who remained rooted where he stood. “I desire a priest.” Phoenix quietly spoke finally seeing for the first time how stormy the priest’s eyes really were as the man frowned. “It is you Santiago that I want.” He saw how dark and thick the priest’s hair was, the neatness of his beard and moustache, the delicious shape of his mouth. “You are what I hunger for. Why I have stayed.”
“Blasphemer!” the word was hardly uttered as the priest simply gaped at the restrained man who was but breath away from him.
“I want to feel your mouth on mine own I want to taste your lips. I want you Inquisitor Mondragon.” The noble born felt the fire inside him begin to grow as he reached to kiss the man but found the priest pulling back!
“Be Silent!”
A growl left Phoenix as he followed, well followed as far as the blasted ropes allowed him. “I thought you wanted to hear my confession. Is it not what you wanted to hear Padre?” he sneered. “It is the truth Inquisitor, I desire a man of the church the very man who sits at the feet of a god who condemns his own followers. Yes it is you I want to touch!”
The noble born snapped his teeth together out of sheer frustration when the priest turned away from him, the man’s back ramrod straight. “Even though you have plagued me, my family, and my people for false crimes against your God, I still want you.” Phoenix was almost breathless as he felt his predatory side wake up. “I want to kiss you, undress you, and see that body you hide so well under those blasted robes of chastity! I want you to prove to me that he really exists so that I can taste your God on your lips, on your skin!” Phoenix grunted as he discovered he’d been pulling so hard against the ropes that his shoulders made a popping sound and he forced himself to stop tugging. His voice was raw as it dropped to a lower pitch but was no less intense as he continued to speak.
“I want to feel you Santiago, I want to be inside you. I want to hear my name upon your mouth as you come by my cock! And that is my confession Inquisitor Mondragon!” Phoenix all but yelled, his words filling the vaulted ceilings of the church followed by the sounds of his breathing. Phoenix had to catch his breath as the shiver that ran through the other man was not missed by the vampire. It made him so damn hungry for the priest as he waited for the man to say something, anything at all!
“Now Los Villavicencio give me what I want.” The priest quietly spoke, his back still towards the vampire.
Phoenix ground his fangs in frustration! “What! What is it you want! What more do you require!” the vampire half snarled half growled. “Tell me so I can give you it and finally kiss you!”
Silence filled the space between them before the priest turned, standing tall, his own chin rising to look at the noble born, his hands tucked into his sleeves, the perfect vision of a holy man. “Kneel.” The word pulsate between them. “I require you to knee before God then I will give you what you want.”
Phoenix growled again! He kneeled to no one and certainly not to the church! He actually hissed, his eyes flashing killing blue as the vampire lunged forwards but snarled as the ropes held him back. Phoenix clenched his fists, glaring at the priest. Why was he playing so damn hard to get! Phoenix’s pulse raged out of control, he would have the priest - no the man - he would have the man one way or another. The vampire was breathing hard again as he shot the Priest a hard look, his hands becoming colder as circulation was slowly cut off by the ropes even as his shoulder’s screaming their protest as well. By his Sire, how he wanted this infuriating man! Another animalistic growl left the vampire as he regarded the priest whom raised a single eyebrow as if saying, ‘Unclean heathen’.
Phoenix made him self stop thinking with his hunger and start thinking with his head. He was smarter than a mere mortal. The noble born closed his eyes, slowed his breathing, before he studied the priest and pondered what was required of him. Yes he knew how to win Santiago.
With a dip of his head and an invisible feral grin on his lips Phoenix slowly knelt, one knee then the other. A soft grunt left him as his body protested further abuse, his gaze not leaving those dark stormy eyes as his grin grew to a fang baring smile as Phoenix witnessed the flush of the Priest’s skin. He saw the quickening of Santiago’s breathing, the slight heaving of his chest, the shift in his stance, saw how the Priest’s proud shoulders relaxed but a smidgen and his hands unclasped from within his sleeves. The vampire had what he wanted as the noble born closed his eyes and bowed his head. The word ‘Mine’ reverberating inside his heart as he quietly spoke.
“To you Santiago, only to you do I kneel.” It seemed an eternity before a warm hand lifted his chin and Phoenix slowly allowed the other man to lift his face and the feel of a soft gentle kiss press upon his lips.
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