Kyos' Story

this is part of a story I\'m working on. I wrote it last year and haven\'t revised it, and I have gotten better as a writer since then. so it may be wierd. please review... Kyos is pronounced Kee-ose.

Suddenly lunging for the Priest, Kyos wrapped his arms around his small waist, trying to avoid the large cross that swung free on Jeremy’s neck. Wrapping his left arm around the priest’s neck he ran his lips down the other side of the soft flesh that ran hot with blood and fear. The priest fought effortlessly , he almost paused to gasp every time he felt Kyos’ breath upon his neck. Kyos suddenly sank his fangs into the skin of Jeremy’s neck, and feeling him jump, and the rush of warm blood into his mouth he shuddered and moaned into the wound a moment before he began to feed. Jeremy trembled in his grasp grabbing Kyos’ wrists and shoulders which he paused at for a moment. Kyos began to draw his tongue inward moaning again as the warm blood flowed down his throat. He fed on the moans that every once in a while may accidentally escape the priest’s mouth, indicating his possibl enjoyment of the forbidden pleasure. The young priest’s neck weakened beneath Kyos’ fangs, and his body began to slip to the floor. Kyos going with the body pulled his fangs from the skin, drinking in the blood that fell willingly from the wounds spread out on the smooth muscle. Keeping his hand behind Jeremy’s neck he stroked his fingers gently across the now loose tendon at the base of his head. He heard a gasp followed by an inaudible moan, the priest arched his back, with what little strength he had, thrusting his chest into Kyos’ grasp. Kyos was now straddling his right leg easing his knee up towards Jeremy’s groin. The right hand he had used to support the priest around the waist he had reassigned to sliding up and down Jeremy’s ribs and chest, calming him and teasing him. Slowly pulling away, he breathed heavily on the priest’s neck, forcing a shudder from his quivering lip. Running his blood stained lips along Jeremy’s jaw line, “… I can hear you breathe, Jeremy…” He said in a slow inaudible whisper that seemed to echo distantly in the priest’s fading subconscious. “… it’s barely even a breeze on my face, and your heartbeat is faint. So distant… it will soon cease to pump what little blood you have throughout your body which so willing handed you to me.” He slid his hands between the priest’s holy robes and his soft tantalizing skin, avoiding the cross that lay crooked and reversed on Jeremy’s left breast. “You did not want this at first, you’re god will be angry with you… but for what? Your body, reawakened to a pleasure as old as the winds caressing the lands and hills. But alas, Jeremy, the sweet nectar of your youth and health taunted me, I could not deny myself the taste of your forbidden blood.” He bit his lip, grinding the air above the priest’s groin, resisting the urges to feel him against his own. In a half moan and arching his head to the angel infested ceiling above him he spoke, “And as I speak, it calls to me, what is remaining I can smell and taste on the air. It runs through my nerves.” Stopping suddenly he looked at the priest, and leaning down brushed his lips across a bare erect nipple. “nothing… my dear priest, your nerves are almost dead. The faint glint of the candle light has drowned in your eyes, they too are almost dead. You wish to see the voice that speaks to you, but your vision has glazed over, your eyelids no longer flutter, they too cannot move.” Leaning up to the priest who flinched at the feel of warm lips upon his, which were firing as many sparks as possible at this unknown contact. Kyos lightly drove his tongue into the priest’s mouth tasting death and dryness along the surface of his limp tongue. Drawing his lips back into a silent smooch he drew his hand up to the priest’s chest, flicking the cross away with a small hiss, he placed his palm downward fingers outspread on Jeremy’s chest and closed his eyes. The room was silent then. No breathing could be heard, no rustling of garment upon garment.


Jeremy’s lips began to quiver again, and his eyes regained their sight, taking a gasp that seemed to fill his entire being, he looked at Kyos who’s eyes were still closed, still weak he strained to fill his throat with volume that did not seem to exist. “… blood…” He spoke as Kyos’ eyes opened slowly and he dropped his head to the priest’s chest panting. Pulling his head up he looked at Jeremy just as he mouthed blood.


“ah yes, my love… you shall have blood, it will do you no good as a vampire’s would, but it will let you feel the bliss of forbidden lust.” Moving from Jeremy’s groin he sat up, and lifting the priest into his arms he ran his fangs over his own wrist spilling hot blood from the strong veins. Wrapping his arm around Jeremy’s head he presented the wound to the priest who pressed his still quivering lips to the warm flesh, and letting the warm liquid fall into his mouth, he cupped his lips more firmly over the wound drawing his tongue towards the back of his mouth, pulling more blood into his throat. Kyos leaned his head back, moaning loudly. He shut his eyes tight as the priest pressed the flats of his teeth over the wounds, milking them as he sucked harder and harder, taking back what was his. Kyos ran his hand down the priest’s stomach and digging his nails into the crevice of his chest spilt more precious dark liquid across the priest’s white skin. Jeremy’s lips broke away to allow a load moan to escape only to be replaced by Kyos’ soft lips pressing against his. Cupping them tightly he ran his tongue along side the priest’s tongue again and again. This ritual began to bore Kyos and he bit Jeremy’s lower lip lightly spilling some more blood across the holy robes. Jeremy gasped and leaned in to kiss Kyos who drew back with Jeremy’s lip still in his grasp, sucking on it. Jeremy whimpered at the denial of a simple kiss. But jumped and arched his back as he felt Kyos’ hand between his legs, tickling the forbidden urge growing there. The priest tried to thrust his bulge as best he could into Kyos’ grasp who gave in. Kyos suddenly laid the priest down again and positioned himself between Jeremy’s legs and leaning down he slowly pushed into the hips beneath his forcing a load moan from the small figure of the priest. Again he drove his hips against the priest’s as he lay there holding tight to Kyos’ slender form. Both of them panting, they established a rhythm falling prisoner to growing desire. Harder and harder the priest raised upwards to meet Kyos’ thrusts. Grinding faster they both began to moan and shake. Kyos slid one hand beneath Jeremy’s lower back pressing him closer to the edge. The thrust that ended it all had no rhythm, it was harder and lingering and both men moaned loudly into the crick of each others’ necks, nails digging deeper as the quaking orgasms took hold and shook the foundations of their consciousness. Panting harder than ever the two lay there, holding each other. Stroking the priest’s face gently, Kyos turned his head kissing Jeremy for a while before standing up to place him on the sofa and sat on the ground in front of him. Still holding his hand he gazed at Jeremy’s unconscious form and softly spoke. “I love you, it is not lust.”


Jeremy awoke to the ringing of church bells and lept to his feet as he heard the doors open, he grabbed the garments that he had been stripped of the night before… “… last night!” the memories suddenly fled into his mind vividly as he headed for the bathroom. Once in a stall a small tin bottle fell to the ground with a loud ting. Reaching down he found a note attatched to the bottle, it read “ ‘You have the most lustful smell to you when you cum, and we wouldn’t want our sweet church goers to smell that now would we, and yes they all know what it smells like, they’re all sinners. But don’t be afraid to use this, it is of my world but it only causes smells to dissipate once applied.’ – Love Kyos” the demon had played a sick trick on him, but for some reason he could hear in his head the demon saying ‘love’, and not just imagining it, but actually having memory of it.