Oh Father!

Mass was just finishing up, it was a late Saturday night, the 9 o'clock crowd of elderly and those who didn't have time during the day saying their goodbyes to the priest and going back home. Father Michael was cleaning up, putting away the candles and ensuring that the doors were locked for the night. It had been a long week and all he wanted to do was to get some sleep, he would have plenty to do in the morning.

The church was a large one, in fact it was more of an 18th century cathedral that had large stain glass windows and the traditional layout that formed a cross. It was an older building, having been built during the time that Catholicism was just starting to come into major practice. Much of the building had intricate stone work on the pillars and walls covered in large patches of intricate glyphs that no one had quite yet figured out, but kept many of the church goers interested in coming back, believing that it meant the church was blessed in some way.

However Father Michael knew better, the glyphs were meant to lure people in, for once upon a time the church had been a favored hunting ground of vampires in the 18th century. The glyphs were ancient Latin which was spoken fluently in those days, scholars would stay late to study the glyphs finally understanding that it was an intentional trap set for them right before their throat was ripped out by the vampire who currently controlled the hunting grounds. Oddly enough no one ever managed to put together the idea of the missing scholars and the glyphs on the walls.

Michael only shook his head, the 18th century was long gone and civilization had taken over, the populace had long forgotten the tales of their forefathers and the mythical creatures that roamed the land. Time had done its work, the old tomes had disappeared and the elders in each species ensured that their race would stay within the boundaries of their territory. Though there was some mix between the supernatural and the natural world, namely towns that catered to both the supernatural and humans. Namely safe-houses and party places for the more adventurous humans that were looking for fun, sex and more.

Father Michael was one of the few within the catholic religion who really knew that the supernatural existed, everyone within the order knew the idea, but only a few ever had actual contact with them. He was one of the unfortunate; or lucky however you wanted to looked at it, who had very intimate contact with the supernatural, specifically a vampire by the name of Rhys.

Father Michael and Rhys had a complicated relationship dating back since the priest had taken over the position at the church. He had met the vampire late one night in the confessional; he was courteous and explained the situation that existed between the previous priests and himself. The church was a former hunting ground favorite of Rhys and the vampire was less than happy when modern times forced him to stop using it as a feeding ground, some of the more lively priests had threatened him with bodily harm over the years if he did.

Rhys had told Father Michael that the priests over the years granted him “tribute” normally a willing person who wanted contact with the supernatural or a willing blood donor. Either way he profited out of the deal and the church was able to keep the dealings quiet.

Father Michael understood the world in which Rhys came from, vampires were egotistical and selfish beings who knew what they wanted and how to get it. He was told in no uncertain terms what would happen if he refused the demands; he never knew someone could describe a disemboweling in such detail.

Of course Rhys like most vampires also had a sex drive like that of the worst nymphomaniac, it was true that they were extremely sexual beings, though it wore off as they got older in years, having women and men throw themselves at you constantly would do that to anyone really. They were extremely beautiful beings in the scariest way possible; perfection as predators.

Father Michael had provided Rhys with his demands over the few years he knew him, namely those who he knew personally wanted to get into the world of the supernatural, through various meetings he setup the religiously wayward with Rhys who after fulfilling his needs set them on their course to discovery.

Over the years this worked out well for everyone involved, they were all willing participants and both Rhys and Father Michael were happy with the relationship, up until now that is.

oOo

Rhys had been around for the good part of a millennium and had dealt with many priests in the church through the years, but Father Michael had been giving off a vibe that had started to strike a nerve within Rhys. Tonight he decided how far he could go with the unusual priest, Rhys hadn't been able to get Michael out of his head for the last few nights and now he was going to figure out why.

He waited until the church was empty for the night and the priest was alone without anyone else in the building. Carefully he opened the door and moved into the dimly lit church, relishing in the scent of burnt candles and damned souls vying for salvation from a God who didn't want them. He nearly laughed at the irony of it all but thought better of it, not wanting to startle Father Michael.

Said priest was currently standing at the altar, back to Rhys saying a quiet prayer. Rhys could only smirk as he watched for a moment before stalking up to the priest and quickly wrapped his arms around the priest and quickly buried his face in between Michael's neck and shoulder breathing deeply.

oOo

Michael was standing at the altar quietly when he felt a pair of strong arms wrap around his torso and a hot breath on the nape of his neck. He couldn't help but shudder slightly as Rhys spoke softly in his ear.

“Hello Father...”

The way he said it provoked a reaction in him that he knew about from talking with those who dealt with vampires or the supernatural on a daily basis. It was seduction at its finest, and Michael could feel his body responding. It wasn't the first time the vampire had tried to seduce him...but it was starting to get to him.

“Hello Rhys, I wasn't expecting you until Thursday...”

“Well father I decided that our deal was going to change a little bit, hopefully to your liking.”

At this Michael turned around and faced Rhys looking over what he guessed qualified as 'beautiful' vampire.

His hair was long and hung low across his back, it was a deep brown with a slight reddish tinge. At a distance it looked black, but up close the priest wanted to run his fingers through it to see if it was as soft as it looked. His skin was pale like most vampires, though they could tan. In fact most did just to avoid unpleasant conversations with the uninitiated. Rhys was one of the few who preferred to keep his natural skin tone and Michael couldn't say that it didn't suit him. Between the pale skin and dark brown hair there lay a face that any woman would murder her current husband for. He was attractive in a lean and almost pretty way. He had softer features with a slightly angular tone to them, and he was smaller but physically toned in a way that would leave most men or women jealous. High thin eyebrows sat over half closed eyes that promised subtle hints of danger to those who knew what to look for.

Michael could feel his blood rushing to all sorts of places that it shouldn't be, namely his lower regions and a blush that he could feel creeping up his collar. He was unused to this type of attention from Rhys, normally the stoic vampire only visited on Thursday when his newest toy was to be delivered to him. But now the vampire had a look in his eye normally reserved for the women or men that he received from Father Michael, a small spark that meant he was looking forward to the nights encounter.

Now he was giving that leering stare to the priest and he would be lying if he said that it didn't disturb him. He had heard all sorts of tales of what vampires could do, namely their sexual exploits and how talented they were. Normally these came from those who attended his confession knowing that he had contact with the supernatural group, other times it was those who had thought that they had fantasized about the creatures and were worried about their immortal souls.

Father Michael snapped out of his reverie when he realized that Rhys was staring at him with a bemused expression, almost like he knew exactly what the priest was thinking.

“I hope you weren't zoning out on me father, I would be most displeased if you were trying to avoid me.” The vampire said quietly.

Pulling away from the vampire's embrace Michael replied, “No Rhys, I was just thinking, I apologize for that.”

With that Rhys quickly moved forward trapping father Michael between the altar and his body, and kissed him. He wound one hand in the priests hair making sure he wouldn't move while the other one settled on his lower back.

The priest was too shocked to do anything for a minute except think about the sensations that he was getting from Rhys kissing him. He wanted to push the vampire off of him so badly, he knew it was wrong what was happening now but all he could think about was the softness of Rhys' lips on his and the way the vampire held him.

Then his senses came rushing back to him as he felt Rhys' tongue seeking entrance to his mouth. He quickly pushed the vampire off of him and wiped his mouth. He stood there uncomprehending of what had just happened when the vampire decided to interrupt his thoughts.

“You know I had hoped you would just accept this, I don't appreciate it when my advances are rejected. Especially by someone as pretty as you.”

Michael could feel his eye's nearly popping out of his head; shocked at what the vampire had just said. By no means had anyone ever called him pretty, possibly a few younger women had said he was handsome but never pretty.

He had blond hair that reached his shoulders with a slight curl here and there, his eyes were light blue and he had a peachy skin tone. He knew that his features were more feminine than masculine but he had never paid any mind to it until now. Now he saw Rhys staring at him hungrily in a predatory fashion.

“We can make this easy or difficult father, but in the end it's just going to end the same, the only difference will be if you let yourself enjoy it.”

Michael shuddered, Rhys' voice had hints dark promises that he wanted so badly to find out, but his path in life wouldn't allow that and he couldn't turn away from god, especially with a vampire.

Shaking his head Michael responded, “I'm sorry Rhys you know I can't do that, I'm a priest after all. I'm bound by my duty to the church. That and I'm celibate, and not interested in men.”

At this Rhys only smirked and moved forward slowly, almost stalking his prey. Michael turned around trying to ignore the insatiable vampire that apparently wanted a lot more from him than he was willing to give. He felt the vampire once again wrap his arms around his waist, but now he began to nibble on his ear and Michael knew that if this kept up it would only be a matter of time before he was screaming Rhys' name.

He shuddered as Rhys continued to bite and lick his ear and neck, the vampire's hot breath and teeth doing wondrous things as Michael only stood there and did his best not to flinch. One of Rhys' hands moved up, gently caressing his chest while pulling down the collar on his shirt showing more skin that the vampire greedily began sucking on. He felt fangs drag along his neck and he nearly moaned at the intimate contact the vampire was giving him. He felt himself grow hard as Rhys continued, his hands roaming over his body, the vampire's erection pressing into his ass and his self-control quickly dwindling to nothing.

Michael felt Rhys' fangs scrape along his collar bone while a hand slipped inside his shirt carefully caressing his chest and tracing around one of his nipples. He moaned quietly as Rhys slipped his other hand down the front of his pants, fingers curling around his hardened erection.

“So father...interested now?”

The only response Rhys got was a thrust of Michael's hips into his hand and the priest pressing back against the vampire at the same time. Rhys smiled and slowly began pumping up on down on Michael's engorged cock, savoring the heat pouring off of it. Michael moaned louder this time jerking sporadically as Rhys continued his ministrations.

“Now isn't this much easier than struggling against something that is going to happen anyways?” asked Rhys smirking as the priest struggled to form words.

With that Michael knew that this was not what should be happening, yet the feelings the vampire were dredging up from his core were fighting against the instinct to flee, demanding that he just give in.

“No...Rhys stop, I can't do this, it's against everything I preach and what the church preaches. Please just stop.”

Rhys was mildly shocked to say the least, he had been expecting some kind of protest but normally someone didn't do it in the middle of a hand-job! He slowly pulled his hand out of Michael's pants and out from under his shirt giving the priest some room to turn around. Crossing his arms over his chest the vampire just stared at the badly shaken priest.

“I'm sorry Rhys, but this can't happen...it would be against everything that I stand for in this place.”

Rhys only stood in silence thinking hard about what was going to happen next. He was too worked up to just leave, hell his erection was on the verge of being painful. It had been along time since he had a virgin to play with after all.

Deep brown orbs met blue in a contest of wills, and Rhys was not planning on losing this particular fight. He could smell the desire flowing off of the man in front of him, he felt the priest's cock harden in his grip and he knew that Michael desperately wanted to just let go. But the religious teachings were too deeply ingrained for something as simple as that.

Rhys closed his eyes for a moment seeing only one option in front of him, it wasn't the best idea but something had to be done now before he lost the opportunity.

Michael could only wait with bated breath at what Rhys was going to do next. Suddenly the vampire's eyes snapped open and now red orbs met widening blue ones. The vampire stepped forward again this time grabbing Michael by his hair and pulling him forward into a crushing kiss. The priest tried to push Rhys off of him but only succeeded in having the vampire pin his hands against his chest and wrap another arm around his back.

Michael felt the vampire's tongue invade his mouth, mapping out every inch; he could feel his own tongue responding in kind, engaging in a duel for supremacy. He nearly whimpered at the idea and then moaned when Rhys rubbed his erection against his. He felt Rhys rubbing against him and couldn't stop himself from doing the same.

What am I doing! This is all wrong, this can't be happening!

'You know you want it though, you've wanted to feel what it was like to be fucked, especially after hearing the stories about how good he is.'

No I don't, I'm a priest for crying out loud. I'm supposed to remain celibate, my life for the church, not this...never this.

'Just give in, he's going to take it from you either way, why not just let it happen?'

While the priest was having an emotional conflict Rhys had none of those issues. He knew what he wanted and he was going to get it, whether the priest was willing or not. He could feel Michael cowering beneath him and it only served to turn him on further; he mashed his lips against Michael's once more before breaking off to give the human some air.

Michael gasped for breath not quite comprehending what just happened and unsure of what was going to happen next. That's when he realized that Rhys was picking him up and setting him on the altar, using some sort of velvet rope that he apparently had with him to tie his hands down on the altar supports. He didn't really understand what had happened until it was too late; Rhys had used his abilities to tie him down before he could react.

Struggling he tried to reason with the vampire to no avail. It was then that Rhys began to undo his belt and pull down his pants and boxers freeing Michael's hard-on to the cool air. He saw the vampire lick his lips before he looked into his eyes.

“Father, father, father...you know that you can't hide the truth from me...you want this, I know you do so just relax and enjoy it hmm?”

With that Rhys moved to place his hands on Michael's hips and hold him still while he lowered his mouth down till it was just a hair above Michael's swelling cock. Slowly his tongue reached out and licked the pre-cum off of the tip before moving down to the base and traveling up. Michael groaned loudly doing his very best to stifle the moan that wanted to escape.

Rhys smiled and breathed heavily on Michael's erection before taking the tip in his mouth and working his way down. His tongue moved over every inch as he slowly pushed down further and further until he felt the tip hit the back of his throat. He had to give the priest credit, he was a lot larger than most and he enjoyed it that much more. Adding more pressure he slowly pushed the last few inches in until his throat muscles were contracting around a good portion of Michael's shaft.

Michael didn't know what was going on, he felt the pressure building in his chest and moving down towards where Rhys was giving him what he could deem the best blow-job that he had ever had. He had one or two while studying to become a priest, before he had taken his vows so he knew what the general feeling was like. But nothing could compare to this, a centuries old vampire could beat a college co-ed any day of the week. He wanted to thrust so badly into the hot tightness that was the vampire's throat but Rhys' hands held him down firmly, anticipating the motion.

Rhys knew that Michael was close and doubled his efforts to get the priest to let go, he scraped his fangs over the hardened flesh, feeling every vein and throbbing pulse underneath the skin. Michael nearly screamed and bucked as hard as he could as his orgasm pounded through his system.

Rhys could feel the priest's orgasm rock through the man's system as Michael shot his load into the back of his throat. Without missing a beat he sucked harder wanting every bit of Michael's essence. When he was finished he removed his mouth from Michael's still hard erection with an audible 'pop' and licked his lips. The priest was breathing heavily eye's rolling around in his head the aftermath of what just happened still trying to catch up with him.

It was possibly the single best experience of his life, he hadn't had a release like that in years and now here he was in a situation that should have never happened with a vampire of all creatures. He wasn't entirely sure of how he should be reacting right now; on one hand he was riding out the high that his release gave him and on the other he had just committed a major sin.

His thoughts were interrupted by a grinning Rhys who was currently looming over him.

“Did you enjoy that Michael?”

Michael only turned his head to the side doing his best to not look Rhys in the eyes, too worried about what had just occurred to really deal with Rhys anymore tonight.

Rhys had no intention of letting things go as they were, he was too close to achieving what he had set out to do tonight to let Michael's sense of right and wrong get in the way. Grabbing the priest's chin he turned his head to face him staring into the priest's blue eyes wondering what was going on inside his head. He saw regret in Michael's eyes, as well as a spark that wasn't there before, he wasn't sure what the priest was feeling, but he knew a way to find out.

Rhys lowered his head kissing Michael softly hoping that the priest would respond in kind. Feeling some hesitation he quickly deepened the kiss thrusting his tongue into Michael's mouth and felt the priest shift under him, moving his hips up gently and groaning into the vampires mouth. Rhys felt his fangs extend and he broke the kiss and began nipping down Michael's neck loving the moan's he heard coming from the priest's mouth.

Rhys could feel the pulse beneath his lips and he grinned before softly scraping his fangs along the artery and then slowly sinking his fangs into the tender flesh. As the blood rushed into his mouth he could feel and see the priest's past memories and what he saw surprised him.

Vampires really couldn't “see” the memories of the people they bit, it was more of a idea of what they were feeling and a brief glimpse of the most prevalent memory the person had. What Rhys saw was shocking, he felt the happiness and desire from Michael as well as the view from Michael's eyes when he looked up at him before sucking him off.

Blinking quickly he sealed the holes in the priests jugular and looked down at the expression Michael had on his face. It was a mix between bliss and shock and Rhys was extremely pleased with himself for it.

“You don't have to be ashamed Michael, just accept it, no one will think differently of you...besides its a new age, don't worry so much about what the church says, be your own person.”

Michael just stared at Rhys not really knowing what to say, but finally understanding how he felt.

“If this is going to happen then I want to be able to touch you.”

Rhys' eyes only widened before he smiled and quickly untied Michael's hands from the altar. They were a little raw from their earlier activities and he slowly licked each wrist until they were healed. He then resumed where he left off, thrusting his tongue down Michael's throat while the priest's hands roamed over his body.

Rhys quickly began unbuttoning Michael's shirt, tearing a few off in the process and began rubbing the priest's sensitive nipples. Michael shuddered and rocked his hips up against Rhys moaning into the vampire's mouth. Quickly Rhys adjusted so that he was pinning Michael to the altar hands pinned above his head while he was biting gently on one of his nipples while molesting the other with his hand.

Michael moaned and did his best to relieve his throbbing erection by grinding against the vampire above him.

“Hold on Michael, I promise you'll be screaming for me to stop soon enough...” and with that he quickly began stripping Michael of the rest of his clothing soon leaving the priest devoid of any clothes and completely naked on top of the altar. He looked over the priests pale body, he was toned, nothing major but he was in good shape, and Rhys particularly liked the way he was panting heavily and staring up at him. He could feel his own erection throbbing against the tightness of his pants and when Michael's thigh brushed against his he hissed harshly through his teeth knowing that he wouldn't be able to put this off much longer.

Rhys sighed, he was somewhat upset that this couldn't happen on the altar; he wanted to throw a little chaos in Michael's life but he didn't want to completely destroy the man. Looking around quickly he remembered that Michael had a small room in the back of the church. Moving quickly he got off of Michael picked up the priest, ran with supernatural speed to the bed and quickly kissed the priest hard.

He could feel the priests hands begin roaming over his back, nails digging into his shoulders as he pressed hard against Michael's erection. He pulled back panting slightly as Michael started unbuttoning his shirt and lightly bit his collarbone. Rhys moaned and thrust against the priest again before realizing he needed to be inside him immediately. He moved off the bed and pulled his shirt off revealing a toned chest and pale skin.

Michael watched as the vampire in front of him stripped quickly and he felt a blush rush up his face as Rhys' pants came off revealing what someone would call a well endowed vampire. He averted his eyes and began rethinking the situation. He was a priest after all and he doubted that this would be looked upon kindly in the next life.

Rhys moved back onto the bed and noticed first the rush of blood to Micheal's face as well as his obvious reluctance. He cupped Michael's face and brought it around to look him in the eye.

“Whats wrong?” he asked softly.

“I'm not sure that I should be doing this...I'm a priest Rhys, I'm to remain celibate...and on top of it you're a vampire! This is probably one of the worst things I could be doing.”

Rhys could swear he saw the hint of a tear form in Michael's eye and he felt a twinge of guilt for what he was doing. But both his throbbing erection and raging libido pushed all thoughts of that from his mind and instead onto how he could still seduce the priest before him. His conscience was nearly non-existent anyways and he would outlive Michael by millennium anyways, the idea of guilt was somewhat foreign to him anyways.

Rhys leaned forward and softly kissed Michael on the lips, no force, no pressure just a chaste kiss to reassure the priest that it was okay. He slipped his hand around to the back of Michael's head, applying slight pressure with his nails to gain a small moan out of the priest before pressing him back onto the bed and nipping on his ear as he spoke,

“Michael you worry too much about your soul, all in all there's nothing special about the afterlife, and this won't affect it at all.”

“How can you be so sure...”

Rhys cut him off with a look that told Michael to just shut up and accept what was happening, because it was going to happen one way or the other. You didn't just rile up a vampire and then say go take a cold shower...often they'd get what they wanted anyways and you'd probably end up among the numerous missing people in the cities every year.

Without a word to Michael Rhys used his strength to flip Michael onto his stomach, pulling his hips into the air. He grabbed the small tube of lubricant he had brought with him from his pants and quickly showed Michael exactly what was about to happen. Squeezing a small amount onto his fingers he slipped them inside the priests ass and began a slow rhythm. He didn't want to press it too fast, from the absolute tightness that he encountered he knew Michael had never done anything like this before and he wanted to make sure it was going to be a pleasurable time. After a minute he inserted a second finger gaining a rather loud moan from the priest, he stretched him a little further before deciding it was more than he was willing to wait and slowly pulled his fingers out.

Michael whimpered a little as the pressure lessened, whether or not he would admit it the pain had been something he enjoyed. Then he realized what was about to happen and tried to move forward to get away before Michael pulled him back and he felt a large pressure on his entrance and then a lot of pain as Rhys slowly stuffed himself into the virgin priest.

Michael cried out, the pain more than he had ever felt, to him it felt like being invaded by a broom handle or a stick. He felt the movement of Rhys' large cock stop as he allowed his body to adjust to the intrusion. When he stopped gasping from the pain and settled into a smoother rhythm, Rhys continued, thrusting in and out slowly at first and when he felt Michael contract around him he couldn't help but growl and begin to pick up the pace and strength of his thrusts.

“Ahhh...fuck me harder!” cried Michael, his senses on overload and his world tipping upside down.

He began to rock back against the vampire, groaning every time Rhys buried himself inside, hitting that one spot that made his cock throb and his mind go blank. Rhys in turn reached down and slowly began pumping and twisting Michael's throbbing erection.

“You are so tight father...If I had known that you would be this good of a fuck...unh...I would have fucked you sooner.”

Michael could only scream as Rhys began pounding into him while simultaneously jerking him off. His body tensed up and the pressure built until he reached his climax. Rhys seemed to pick up on this and while slowing down he began to thrust harder, pulling Michael back against him as he did so, ensuring that he buried himself as far as he could with each thrust. He could feel his erection grow as Michael's ass tightened around him.

“RHYS FUCK ME HARDER!” Michael could hear himself scream as his orgasm barreled through his system and the pleasure overloading every cell in his body.

Michael felt his cock twitch as he released his seed all over Rhys, himself and the bed. The world blacked out around him for several seconds, while Rhys' warm hand stroked his length as his seed poured from him. In that moment he felt Rhys pound into him as the vampire came as well, the twitching setting off flashes of light as both men sat there going through their orgasms.

Rhys was still attached to Michael, relishing the tight warm feeling of the inside of the priest before he slowly pulled out, Michael whimpering as the pressure left him. He collapsed to the side and pulled Michael down with him, wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling him close. He felt the man pant against him, chest heaving as he shuddered in Rhys' arms. Later he knew Michael would probably break down and freak out, but for right now he wanted to enjoy the few moments he had.

Eye's drawn to the bare flesh on shoulder, he had a sudden urge to mark the priest as his property, following his instinct rather than any sense he quickly sank his fangs into Michael loving the scream that came from his new toy as the blood rushed down his throat.

Michael on the other hand was shocked and confused at what was happening; he knew that there should be large amounts of pain but all he felt was a twisted pleasure roiling through him and bringing his softening erection back to a painful standing while another induced climax burned through his system. He felt Rhys' hand grab his cock and helped him gain the release he needed, the vampire's skilled fingers working quickly to kneed the engorged flesh until Michael's orgasm finally hit and the priest felt himself black out.

Rhys smiled against Michael's shoulder, licking the wounds closed and grinning as a small tattoo that symbolized his mark appeared over the bite. He brought his cum soaked hand from Michael's two extreme orgasms to his face, inhaling deeply before licking it clean, tasting the essence that was the man lying before him.

He looked down seeing that Michael was indeed sleeping, a flush obvious on his face and neck. He smiled nuzzling against Michael's throat before kissing him tenderly and moving off of the bed. He wished that he could stay, but the sun was coming up and he needed sleep before he could repeat the nights activities. He felt his cock twitch in anticipation and marveling at the regenerative properties that his kind possessed he knew that the coming days were going to be extremely interesting for the the sleeping priest.

Throwing on his clothes and taking one glance back at the glowing disheveled Michael sleeping on the bed he wrote a small note and walked out of the church into the night, promising himself that this would not be another one night stand, but at least a good month's worth of fucking the living daylights out of Michael.