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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Kuroshitsuji_|_Black_Butler
  Relationship:
      Claude_Faustus_&_Alois_Trancy
  Additional Tags:
      Shameless_Smut, Mild_S&M, Shota, Blow_Job, NSFW, Don't_Like_Don't_Read
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      Published: 2014-10-01 Words: 2023
****** Take Me to Church ******
by CraftyBat
Summary
     Alois questions whether Claude really desires him or not.
Notes
     Fic is written for the song Take Me to Church by Hosier.
See the end of the work for more notes
Nights at the Trancy estate were normally abuzz with some cacophony of chaos,
usually with Alois being the sole musician, but tonight was eerily silent. This
night Alois didn't run amuck in the long hallways screaming at the top of his
lungs just for the sake of doing so, he didn't harass his assembly of demon
servants, and he didn't screech at and abuse Hannah. Tonight Alois was deathly
calm, sitting patiently on his bed as Claude undressed him for the night, a
feat that even had the demon questioning the boy's disposition. However as the
butler moved to grab the child's over sized night shirt, a small, delicate foot
found itself on his shoulder.
Gold eyes shifted to see that sultry, lazy grin that was Alois, the one he'd
been expecting to fight him that night during their bedtime ritual. "Yes, your
Highness?"
A giggle and the foot moved to his cheek before sinking under his chin,"Claude,
did you know that dogs lick the feet of their owners to show submission and beg
for affection? Maybe I should order you to do the same..... Well?"
Toes impatiently tapped against the demons firm lips.
Unphased, Claude obediently opened his mouth to allow the digits passage,
golden eyes trained to murky blue. While this seemed temporarily please the
boy, Claude's lack of reaction appeared to infuriate Alois as his face slowly
contorted in fury. The boy growled and removed his foot,"Filthy bastard! Can't
you even pretend to want me?!"
Just as Alois moved to turn away from the stoic spider, a firm hand latched to
his ankle, holding it only inches from the demons face.
"But I do desire you, your Highness."
The shock on the boy's face must have been satisfying since a pink tongue
flicked out to lick the butlers lips. Golden eyes became predatory and Alois
didn't even try to suppress the shudder that ached through him. He watched that
tongue dart out once more, this time to dance along the top of his foot.
An involuntary groan left his lips and his toes curled, his leg jerking
slightly in impatience. Alois had never been one for foreplay, but Claude
seemed determined to make the boy wait for his pleasure as the grip on his
ankle tightened almost painfully and gold flashed magenta.
"C-Claude... Don't tease me-"
"Beg for it," came the immediate reply. It wasn't a request or suggestion, it
was a command. And if Alois wanted to continue he'd heed it.
Swallowing hard, Alois squirmed, needy and naked before his servant of a
spider,"Please... I want more."
Those eyes never once let the boy look away, even as a suddenly ungloved hand
trailed up his calf and to his thigh, black nails just barely scraping milky
skin. Another groan escaped the boy before he felt a wretched hand enclose his
mostly erect member, holding it tight while a thumb rolled over the head. Alois
fell back, moaning and grabbing at the demon now looming over him. Pleasure
shot through every vein in his body, pooling like a fiery magma in the pit of
his abdomen.
All the while Claude reveled in the writhing body beneath him, letting his free
hand move to the boy's pert nipples. Nails scraped mercilessly over the tender
flesh, earning moans torn between pain and pleasure, but Alois enjoyed the
treatment all the same.
With a ghost of a smirk Claude let his touches become gentle, almost kind,
making Alois gasp and grab at the others hair harshly. "No! Don't be gentle!
Please, don't be gentle, I'd rather you be rough," the boy whimpered, knowing
that so long as the demon was rough and merciless, at least his movements
weren't forced. If Claude was sadistic, then some part of him would enjoy this.
"Very well, your Highness."
Without another word Alois found his once attended areas lacking in any contact
at all. A whimper left his lips before his eyes widened in shock. Claude now
stood at the edge of the bed, his pants undone and his devilish manhood poking
out shameless and standing tall.
The boy shuddered at the sight.
Alois had been with many men, some small, some large, but none like Claude. It
was almost frightening to know such a large organ would soon be pushing deep
inside him and delivering the greatest pleasure to the boy. Even so, Alois
swallowed his fear and moved closer when the demon beckoned. Black nails
nestled through his blonde hair, pulling Alois close until his pretty pink lips
touched the demons erection and ordered almost greedily,"Put that catty mouth
of yours to use, your Highness." And the boy obeyed, opening his mouth to trail
a tentative tongue up the spine until coming to the head and took as much as he
could into his small mouth.
Alois let his eyes fall shut as he sucked and bobbed, his delicate hands lacing
themselves at the base to stroke what he couldn't take in. And for all his
effort, he could hear Claude's breathing hitch, a sound that was just barely
audible, had the child not been paying such close attention.
As the boy began to lose himself in the monotonous rhythm he'd set, the hand in
his hair tightened and pulled him away harshly.
Dazed and confused, Alois looked up to his butler with a whimper before it
panned into a squeak, and then a long moan.
Cold fingers toyed at his entrance, stretching and filling him in all manners
he dared not repeat. No, not even the wanton Earl Trancy would dare speak of
how his butler pleasured and fulfilled his masochistic needs, for only Claude
knew this side of the young Lord. It was true that the boy had slept with a
slew of men, most of which he couldn't even recall the name of, but never had
he begged them for his needs, never had he been so submissive and not in
control. With Claude the boy spread himself to invite those fingers deeper, he
held back releasing the painful pressure in his groin, and he obeyed every
demand the other gave without a second thought, for to refuse any order, was to
refuse the demon and all future advances. So even while four un-lubed fingers
thrust into him with painful friction, Alois leaned back to meet each shock of
pain, to lead them further inside and hopefully lure Claude to put something
far more breathtaking within his tight ass.
A cry was ripped from the Earl's throat as his arms were bound tightly behind
his back and his eyes blindfolded.
"C-Claude...," he whimpered, bottom lip trembling just slightly. Alois found
himself questioning the spider for the first time, his trust wavering in the
other.
"His Highness should never see a butler lose face."
As Alois finally gave a nod for his servant to continue his skin was suddenly
met with nails... No, claws! Claws trailed painfully down his sides, leaving
scratches and cuts in their wake.
The boy moaned long and loud, hardly noticing as he was picked up to straddle
Claude's hips. Alois was all too aware of a prodding warmth following the curve
of his ass and just touching the small of his back, and shamelessly leaned back
into it, doing his best to spread his perky cheeks to take the demonhood
between them.
But all too suddenly his efforts were thwarted as his hips were lifted by cold
hands and his entrance was met with the head of burning heat.
Alois moaned, tossing his head and squirming as those hands kept him from
descending onto that length of warmth and pleasure and shuddered as an equally
warm tongue met his cheek.
"Do it yourself, Jim Macken", Claude growled, his last words barely audible as
he released his hold on those sultry hips and instead moved to the lad's waist
to keep him steady.
Either Alois seemed not to notice the slip or was too caught up in the moment
to care, but regardless he still lowered himself with agonizing slowness onto
the thick demonhood, moaning and sobbing the entire way down. With a gasp,
Alois noticed he'd taken the entire sex into himself and paused merely a second
before raising his hips once more, ever slow and ever chipping away at the
demons patience.
Moans deadpanned into a mixture of sobbing and screaming as Claude used his
grip to vigorously pull the boy back down on top of him, thrusting his hips up
to meet his masters clenching rear. And from there it only became rougher.
Claude continued his fury of thrusts while his hands pulled Alois down to him
over and over again.
However the demon grew tired of this position all too soon and flipped the both
of them over, pushing the Trancy Earls face down into the soft pillows while
hoisting his ass up in the air. Without a second thought, Claude plunged in
once more to that slightly bloodied arse, drawing more sweet friction and cries
of pain from the sputtering child beneath him.
Moans began to rise once more from the blonde and his walls tightened around
his servant, signaling fast approach of his orgasm.
With all his might, the demon pound harshly into his charge, breath short and
claws digging into pale and perfect skin.
Not even a moment later was Alois crying out into the sheets and coming atop
them shamelessly, but even then Claude did not let up, but rather became a
savage. He drove fast and hard into that small space used over so many times
until he at last felt a steaming hot pleasure shock through his veins.
Claude gave one last dive into the boy, releasing a gutteral, beastly sound
that no man was capable of uttering while filing in as deep as his massive
erection would allow before he spilled his seed so deep inside that wonderful
ass and milked every last drop.
Alois' moans at last died down with a shudder at the feeling of cum dripping
from inside him and sliding down between his legs. His breath came in pants
before his conciousness finally left him to descend into darkness.
---
When Alois woke the next morning, Claude was no where to be found, his arms and
eyes were free, and he was dressed in his nightime apparel. Were it not for the
pain racking his small form the boy probably would have passed off the night's
activities as just a dream, but alas, his lower back and hips hurt like hell,
and were that not proof enough, the boy looked down at his wrists to find them
purple and bruised with some sort of material burn on them.
A knock brought the young boy to with a jump before he called out with a hoarse
voice,"Enter."
Without missing a beat, in strolled the spider demon, every bit as proper and
elegant as he was every day. He strode imediately to the dresser to retrieve
Alois' atire for the day and brought it back to the bed where he began to dress
the boy. At first, all played out in a screeching silence before a hoarse moan
was torn from Alois.
Claude's gloved thumb had accidentally pressed over a sensitive nipple, but his
eyes spoke a devious challenge as he looked up into the blue pools of his
master.
Alois flushed only a moment before he scoffed and stood from the bed, his
changing complete.
"Come, Claude, we have work to do," he croaked, throwing the doors open to
scamper off down the halls. The demon finally gave a knowing smirk, pushing his
glasses up the bridge of his nose,"Yes, your highness."
The demon would allow his master the illusion of control, but in reality Claude
knew full and well who held sway in their lives. Slowly the butler followed
after his master, prepared to attend whatever mess the boy made in his early
morning routine.
One day Alois would worship like a dog at the demon's feet, and on that day he
would devour the boy, body and soul.
End Notes
     Yeah, just something to pop out for smuts sake, enjoy. ;P
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their work!
s of a stubbled kiss to his smooth cheek. When he reopened his eyes, Derek
had disappeared.
He'd been marked by an angel, but not in the way the angel wanted most.
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Stiles buried his head further into his pillow at the sensation of stubble
being dragged across his exposed asshole, the skin around it already red from
irritation and spit, his cries muffled by the fabric.
"Don't you like that, Stiles?" the mass said, voice buzzing against the milky
flesh as he playfully sunk his teeth into the supple muscle. Stiles mewled,
arching his back so his ass presented a little higher, and the chuckle that ran
through Stiles' skin itched him inside in places he didn't even know where
screaming out for this kind of attention. The mass's tongue soothed and stroked
over the stubble burn, purposely catching on the puffy rim ever few strokes,
Stiles keening at the sensation. Soon, the tongue was replaced by two fingers,
and the brunet teen shuddered and squeezed his pillow tightly as the two
fingers plunged into his body, the anal play he'd been undergoing having
relaxed and stretched his muscles. "Mmm, such a hot, tight little fuckhole
you've got. We're going to have so much fun." The fingers were gone almost as
soon as they were there, Derek curling his fingers at the last moment so they
made the hole gape slightly, and Stiles groaned low in his throat at the
burning stretch.
"'s too much," Stiles slurred out, raising his head from his pillow, bending
his neck back. The mass behind him shifted, and he soon felt the weight of its
body across his own.
"Nothing is too much,"it replied, and, as quick as a flash, fingertips were
digging into his asscheeks and pulling them apart, leaving the puffy hole
exposed for its lips. Stiles' back bowed violently and he screamed as his
asshole was sucked harder and his cheeks were squeezed even harder. The
mattress beneath him was immediately stained, some of the stain splattering up
towards the pillows. Stiles' position was sustained as the mass crawled up onto
its knees and held him close to his body, very similar to the position in
Stiles' last dream, and sucked marks into Stiles' neck, teeth occasionally down
on the gold crucifix's chain. "This will come off soon, and I will have you,"
the mass promised, and Stiles shivered, a twisted grin turning up the corner of
his pouty lips. A rough hand smoothed its way up Stiles' chest to his neck,
past that to his jawline, and a thumb pulled down Stiles' bottom lip. The boy
took initiative and swiped at it with his tongue, brining it into his mouth and
biting down with little force. The mass hissed and pressed further to him.
"Yessss..."
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Stiles didn't see Derek for almost over a week, and it nearly drove him to
insanity. He had a few dreams, but they lacked the vivid detail and the
electric shocks under his skin when he woke up that the other's did. These ones
didn't feel real. When he was in church, his shoulders were stiff in
anticipation for hearing Derek's voice behind him, taunting him while he
prayed. Every time he walked to church he always looked at the line of trees on
the other side of the road, just for a glimpse of black clothing or cigarette
smoke.
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Stiles' body called at 9pm on Saturday. He'd tried to go to sleep early, his
body craving an icy chill he couldn't get by turning down the heat or opening
his window. He knew what he needed, and he knew where to get it. He was already
in his pyjamas, so he shucked them off and replaced them with a pair of jeans
and his red hoodie. He felt sure Derek would appreciate the lack of clothing
beneath each item, the denim of his jeans rubbing distractingly well against
his cock as he jogged lightly down the stairs and out to his Jeep. Neither of
his parents would miss him- his father working overnight on a big case at the
station, and his mother taking the night shift at the hospital. The roads on
the way to the church were dead, and he drove like an agent of Hell was on his
tail. With it being so late, and being distracted by his anticipation, he
parked illegally outside the church.
The interior of the church was just lit by candles. Hundreds of them lined the
various niches in the walls, and the large ones down the front by the alter
gave the effigies a warm glow. Ever the memoriam candles were still lit, tiny
little prayers stacked over four rows. Two huge, white, pillar candles flanked
the baptismal pool in front of the altar. The stone cover that was settled on
top of it when it wasn't in use was missing. Walking quickly, trainers
squeaking quietly on the marble floor, Stiles made his way down to the altar,
side-stepping the pool, and knelt down on the steps, hand immediately going to
his crucifix and pretending to pray. He only had to act for a few moments
before there was the quiet sound of whooshing air, and a large hand raked
through his hair, tugging slightly. A secret grin spread across his face.
"Thought I would find you here," Derek's voice said behind him, and Stiles
tilted his head back, bared the entirety of his neck. He watched Derek's hungry
eyes take in his large, Bambi eyes and open mouth.
"Glad you did?" he retorted, and he was answered by Derek swooping down and
dragging him into a forceful kiss, all teeth and stubble and spit. A
particularly sharp nip to Stiles' lip had it bleeding, and once the taste hit
Derek tongue, he growled low in his chest, the sound making every muscle in
Stiles' body go lax and become charged simultaneously. The hand in his hair
massaged his scalp, while the other smoothed over his shoulder, along his
collarbone, and around his neck, the tip of its thumb resting under his chin,
keeping it up.
"Knew it wouldn't be long...wouldn't be long...'til you could admit to wanting
me...take you," Derek said between kisses (devourings). His hand that was
resting on Stiles' neck slid down a little, fingertips just brushing the top of
the zip of the hoodie. He slowed his kisses, savouring the flavours of sin,
unadulterated desire, and abandoned faith, as he slid the zipper down, hearing
every single tooth slide free. Halfway down the boy's torso was when he
realised he was wearing nothing beneath the soft red fabric, and with a growl,
he turned the boy around, so Stiles was braced with his back against the short
marble steps. Derek ripped the rest of the hoodie open, and his eyes raked and
burned over the flawless flesh that was now exposed, and he watched in delight
as a pink flush worked its way down from his neck, across his collarbone,
nearly reaching his perky nipples. Stiles didn't know if it was the sudden rush
of blood from his head that cause him to see it, but he thought he saw sparks
flicker in the black depths of Derek's eyes.
"All I want, Derek." His voice was rough, but soft. It probably wouldn't have
been heard even in the front pews. "Take this away from me."
Derek descended swiftly on him again, lips a little softer in pressure, but
with far more bite than before. During their kissing, Derek pushed Stiles back
a little more against the marble steps, making sure that the edge of the step
was comfortably lodged beneath his wing bones and ripping off his shirt as he
pushed Stiles' legs apart, sliding himself between them. Derek let out a
shaking breath when their overheated skin touched, the all-consuming feelings
that gnawed at him through eternity lessening slightly. It felt like cold
lotion being applied to sunburn, like ice cold water sliding down a dry throat,
like the final waves of an orgasm that left you feeling smiley and sated.
Derek's sucking kisses moved from Stiles' mouth down his neck, leaving crimson
bruises in their wake. The hands that Stiles' had wound into Derek's messy hair
slid out and spread across the steps next to them on either side of them,
blindly seeking out something stable to hold while Derek assaulted him. One
particularly hard suck just shy of his left nipple had Stiles keen loudly and
throw his head back, revelling in the pressure and and the cold stone at the
base of his neck.
Pausing his length assault on his prey, Derek looked up at the large brass
cross that was suspended above the alter. "Enjoying the show, Dad?" he asked
against Stiles' skin, and Stiles shivered at the idea of a heavenly, taboo
voyeur. After one final suck to the pale skin of his stomach, Derek rose up to
survey his message. Spanning the length and width of Stiles' torso was a cross
of hickies, some pale, some looking perilously close to bleeding. Every once in
a while, one was lightly ringed with tooth indentations. "I'd forgotten how
pretty and easily humans were marked," he noted absently, lazily dragging a
finger down the middle of Stiles' torso, finger just dipping into the waistband
of the dark jeans that looked painfully-tented. He hooked it, and Stiles jumped
when the taught waistband thumped against the thin, trembling skin. Derek
cocked his head to the side, thoughtfully. "You already look like you're about
to release, Stiles."
The boy shook his head adamantly. "Nope," he said. "Just getting' started." He
pushed himself up and curled a surprisingly-large hand around the back of
Derek's neck, half using it to drag him into a kiss, and half using it to hoist
himself up into a kiss. Derek grinned into the kiss, amused at the child's
enthusiasm and lack of skill. The ended up entangled, Stiles rutting up
desperately against Derek's hard and defined abs, while Derek's arms encircled
Stiles' waist, stripping the boy of his hoodie and dragging his blunt nails
across his prominent wing bones. The boy shivered, and Derek made a hungry,
gleeful sound.
"Still just starting?" he asked teasingly, nipping hard at the boy's smooth
jawline, and in response he got a hot huff of breath across his cheekbone and
rut that was so hard that it pushed him back slightly. "You don't have to wait
it out, Stiles." Placing a hand on the small of his back, Derek forced Stiles
down on one of his grinds, letting him feel the ridge in his tight jeans. "I'm
nearly there, and I can guarantee that this isn't going to end when we cum the
first time." Stiles' grinds became harder and faster, tiny little whimpers
escaping his lips as he buried his face deep in Derek's neck, enjoying the
stubble scratching at his skin. Broad hands slipped under the waistband of his
jeans and alternated between squeezing, cupping, and scratching his ass. A hand
sliding up to the nape of his neck and squeezing had Stiles make a pitiful
whine, head tilting back as Derek lifted him slightly with inhuman strength. In
his position, Stiles' tilted chin was just above his line of sight, leaving his
exposed neck and torso to be burned by his gaze. Keeping his hand flexing on
his pert ass, Derek bent his head to Stiles' nipple, flicking his tongue
against the hard nub once before growling, "Cum!" and biting down hard on the
supple flesh.
Stiles' scream reverberated around the church walls.
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The second time Derek made Stiles' cum, the fallen angel was seating on the
uncomfortable wooden seat in the confessional booth, his face pressed into
Stiles' taut neck while he rubbed the skin sore with his stubble. The stiff,
numb feeling he was getting in his ass made him push up higher into Stiles,
trying to avoid the feeling as much as possible. "Did you think about this
Stiles? Think about me taking you in the place you apologised for wanting me?"
he asked, and tugged on Stiles' earlobe while simultaneously squeezing Stiles'
pert ass. His only response was Stiles' heavy breathing, and spanked the boy
hard, almost undoubtedly leaving behind a handprint, and Stiles yelped, his
arms tightening around Derek's shoulders. "Answer me!" he growled.
"Yes! God, yes!" Stiles whimpered, Derek's cock milking his prostate for all he
was worth. He couldn't help but stare at the wide grin on Derek's face with
glassy eyes as he came untouched.
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Stiles’ fingers curled in the soft, expensive fabric of the altar cover, trying
to scoot his head away from the puddle of drool that was uncomfortably close to
the corner of his mouth. One particularly sharp nip just to the left of his
asshole had him letting out a manly squeak and go up on his tiptoes, unsure
wether he was trying to get away from the assault, or present himself. Derek's
dark chuckle rippled through his muscles, and he was rewarded for his noise
with a wet stripe across his puckered hole. The sharp edge of the marble altar
was pressing into the middle of his abdomen, occasionally rubbing off a few
flakes of dried cum from his skin as he wiggled under Derek's ministrations.
"You taste like sin, Stiles," Derek growled, and Stiles' howl echoed off the
high walls at Derek's quick, sharp, little sucks to his hole. Two large hands
sliding around to the front of his thighs, pulling them away from the altar and
up. Stiles went with it, letting Derek move and shape him the way he wanted,
until he ended up on knees and elbows on the marble slab. Reaching over Stiles'
sprawled body, Derek strongly batted the large crucifix off the altar, and it
bounced with loud clangs down the steps, stopping after knocking the corner of
the first row of pews. Stiles' body spasmed with each clang, dripping cock
bobbing and leaking out more beads of precum. There was so much of it that he
could smell it more strongly than their mingled sweat. Derek's sucks continued,
his face pressing deeper into the musky cleft as he raised a knee up onto the
alter for a better angle. Stiles' head was already feeling hazy and hard to
hold up, so he let his chin bump against his chest as he dropped it. He let out
a startled yelp as a large hand yanked up his head, neck straining. Derek's hot
body slid up along his back as he hoisted himself fully up onto the altar, and
he dug his teeth into the side of Stiles' neck, leaving angry red marks. "Look
up, Stiles. Look up and beg for it," he growled. Derek's mouth at Stiles' hole
had been replaced by two thick fingers, and Stiles screamed up at the large
suspended crucifix as they heavily massaged his prostate.
"Please!" He cried, and he could feel Derek's wolfish grin against his skin as
the massaging became more forceful and the hand slipped from his hair, moving
to surround his cock and pull it twice. It only took that much for Stiles' to
stain the altar cloth with more cum than he'd ever seen in his life and his
tears, his body so sensitive to everyone of Derek's touches that he had wet
tracks sliding down his cheeks. Adjusting his position, Derek kissed away the
salty tracks and wrapped his arms around Stiles' shaky forearms, strengthening
him so he didn't fall into the creamy puddle beneath him. He manoeuvred him
easily; the boy was so pliant that it was like moving a deeply-sleeping cat.
Slipping the boy down onto the cold floor and arranging him on his knees
between his own spread, muscular legs, Derek weaved a hand gently into his hair
and guided his own achingly hard cock into the boy's plush mouth, transfixed by
the watery gold eyes that stared up at him, surrounded by clumped dark lashes.
As far as he knew, Stiles was a completely virgin only in body. His dreams were
like a porn archive, and he'd had so much fun rifling through them to find one
to slip into and press 'play'. His mouth was the perfect suction, and he
shivered slightly when Stiles' dextrous tongue traced the thick vein on the
underside of his shaft.
"Good boy, Stiles," he purred, and he moaned when Stiles sucked a little harder
at the praise. The boy seemed to be a natural-born cockslut, dipping his head
to take Derek all the way, swallowing him down so the mushroom head rubbed the
back of his throat, spit dripping from the corner of his mouth and down his
chin. He barely came up for air. Every now and then, when Derek's hand clenched
in his hair when he did something good, Stiles made a happy gurgling noise, the
vibrations making Derek's cock twitch against his tongue, and the boy smiled
around his mouthful. Derek's balls began to tighten, and he grunted out a
warning to Stiles to tell him what was going to happen, but the brunet already
knew. He could feel Derek's balls shift against his chin and he sucked harder,
catching the called angel off-guard and placing a sharp little nip to just
beneath his head. He came with a roar, head flung back and Adam's apple ebbing
violently as his cock pulsed cum in Stiles' mouth and over his face. Stiles
pulled off early, smearing the cock over his lips and chin, trailing behind the
thick white liquid and slopping licking at the sensitive head as it brushed
over his lips. Derek had to pull the boy's head away, his flesh too sensitive
for his ministrations, and he eyed the boy on his knees before him. His hair
was a mess, and his pink tongue came out to take a deliberately long swipe
across his bottom lip, dragging in the bitter mess that decorated his face. His
eyes never left Derek's.
Nudging him with his foot, Derek moved him so he could descend from the altar
without stepping on him, and he bent over deeply so he could place a kiss on
Stiles' lips, licking off some of his cum and pushing it into his mouth with
his tongue. Stiles shivered beneath his kiss, and Derek chuckled, low and rich.
"I feel like a soak, Stiles, don't you?" The boy nodded eagerly, eyes closed.
Derek picked him up, cradling him in his arms, and Stiles buried against the
firm hot skin, hands splaying across his pectorals, feeling out the soft fuzz
of chest hair. Derek strode over to the baptism pool as if Stiles weighed
nothing, and stepped into it, careful not to slip or jostle his cargo. Stiles
sighed as soon as he was submerged, seated comfortably between Derek's legs on
the small shelf that ran around the pool that served as a step. Derek's hands
summed lightly across his thighs and hips as he encircled him, making his body
go lax and gooey. While one hand splayed out on his hips, the other slid up his
chest and thumbed over his nipples, making them immediately hard. Stiles'
breath caught in his throat, and Derek began to pepper feather-light kisses
along the back of Stiles' neck, making goosebumps rise across the pale flesh.
"Feeling relaxed?" he murmured into his ear, and Stiles let out a pleased hum.
Stiles was too wrapped up in the feeling of being surrounded by heat to notice
the hand skimming down over his torso, just-bypassing his semi-hard cock, and
stroking along the crease of his arse, blunt fingertips so close to brushing
his sloppy hole. The first touch had Stiles spreading his legs wider, hooking
his ankles over Derek's calves, and electricity fizzed through his veins at the
first touch. Derek's chest rumbled in amusement against his back, and the
fingers probed more. He was still loose and wet from his rimming, and Derek's
index finger slipped in without any resistance, Stiles letting out a high keen
at the full feeling. "Your little hole's hungry, Stiles," Derek commented,
catching Stiles' earlobe between his teeth and tugging slightly. He felt the
boy's full-body shiver ripple the water around them, "I think it needs to be
fed." Without warning, Derek pushed in his middle finger too, and Stiles' back
bowed at the force, his mouth open in a silent gasp of pleasure. Derek hummed
gleefully. Giving him only a moment to adjust to the intrusion, he began to
move his fingers in and out, and Stiles lifted a fist to his mouth to stop any
moans coming out. Derek batted it away with the hand that'd been splayed across
Stiles' lower abdomen. "I want to hear everything, Stiles," he said, and he
turned his head so they could press their lips together. Derek swallowed each
heavy moan and curse, his mind feeling heady with the thick taste of arousal
and teenager. Each moan liquified and slipped down his throat, making his
tongue lazy, but desperate for more. Soon, Stiles had four fingers twisting
inside him, and he pulled his lips away from Derek's let out a yelp as his
prostate was brushed. It was still sore from its previous abuse, and Derek
grinned devilishly. Manhandling him roughly, Derek turned Stiles around so his
long legs were straddling Derek's hips and their wet chests were pressed flush
together. "I wonder how tight you'll be..." Derek mused aloud, his index finger
absentmindedly plucking at Stiles' rim. The boy let out a whimper at every
movement, burying his head in Derek's neck and wiggling so he could feel his
stubble brush against his temple.
Shifting himself as subtly as possible, Derek moved his hips so his cock was
oh-so-very close to brushing Stiles' hole. "Will you be tight enough for me
just to fit in...?" His musing was punctuated by a well-placed jab of his cock
to Stiles' hole, and the head just popped in before he pulled it out again, and
Stiles let out an indignant yelp. Derek soothed him with a soft kiss to his
cheek and a rasp of his stubble. "...or will I be able to slide right in?"
Derek's entire thick length slid into Stiles' hole with only the slightest bit
of extra force, and Stiles' back bowed, head tilted all the way back with plush
lips open in a thick, silent gasp. His collarbones were so sharp that Derek
felt the irrational fear that they could rip out from underneath his pale skin,
and droplets of water raced between the scarlet hickeys on his chest. His hole
was incredibly tight, clenching around the intrusion, and Stiles' chest rose
and fell with shallow breaths. The thin skin of his neck was stretched taut,
his Adam's apple bobbing temptingly, and the gold chain of his crucifix glinted
tauntingly in the light of the candles.
You can't have him until I'm gone.
What sounded like a choked hiccup emanated from Stiles when Derek pulled out
slightly and pushed back in, and Derek found the sound amusing, so he prompted
it from him again. The thrusts soon became a little more forceful, and Stiles
curled back into Derek's burning body, babble and pleasured sounds leaving him
at sporadic intervals. Once in a while he'd place his lips to Derek's neck, his
stubble tickling his lips, and he'd place little nips and licks to the skin
until he gasped and moved way again as Derek nailed his prostate. Each point of
contact sent a lick of fire through Derek's gold-filled veins.
"D-D-De-e-erek," Stiles stuttered out, his body bouncing uncontrollably at the
force of Derek's thrusts, his carved chin knocking against his partner's
muscled shoulder. Derek's large arms totally encompassed his waist, holding him
close to the inferno of hellfire and angel blood that he consisted of. " 'm
gonna cum and I c-can't hold it." A particularly harsh thrust to this prostate
forced out a sob. In their close proximity, there wasn't enough room for him to
slip a hand between them and relieve himself, and he knew he didn't have to
look at his virgin prick to know it was probably purple and weeping, leaving
murky trails in the salty water. The being on the underside throbbed and he
felt it all the way in the back of his pelvis.
"You will not cum," Derek growled in his ear, and Stiles shivered. If you carry
on talking to me like that, I'm gonna!. Surprising the hell out of Stiles,
Derek shifted his legs and they both rose out of the water, Stiles' lanky limbs
still wrapped around his fallen angel and a thick cock still speared inside
him. Because of his position, Stiles couldn't tell where they were going, but
he almost immediately felt the cold side of a marble slab against his lower
back as he was tilted backwards, and he didn't need to be a genius to know he
was being laid upon the altar like an offering. Like a sacrifice. He hadn't
even adjusted to the cold sensation when Derek began to thrust again, and the
surprise gave it an edge. He'd already cummed three times that night, and he
didn't know if he had the strength for anymore. His legs already felt like
stretched rubber, and his head felt slightly fuzzy. His cock ached the way his
muscles did after a long and arduous lacrosse session, but he knew he wasn't
allowed to massage it to relieve himself. Derek's thrusts became a little
faster, more forceful, and all Stiles could do was moan, his vocal chords
giving out after the noises Derek had wrenched from him. "Are you close,
Stiles? Are you about to cum?"
Stiles nodded, letting out a small strangled sound. He could already feel the
white-hot pulse in his pelvis, and the sound of Derek's velvet-over-gravel
voice only made it burn hotter. "I need to have you, Stiles, but I can't like
this." Stiles' already-addled mind became confused, and Derek's index finger
traced the gold hair of Stiles' crucifix, lightly brushing the sensitive skin
and making Stiles shiver. "I want to have you..."
"Fucking do it," Stiles' grunted, and he curled his fingers into the chain and
pulled harshly. The thin links snapped, and the momentum from the pull launched
the necklace towards the baptismal pool. His neck smarted in pain, where his
rough action had broken the skin a little, and a small pool of blood formed in
his clavicle. Derek wasted no time in doubling his thrust's speed and force
while bending over to seal his lips over the bleeding scratches, and Stiles
wove his fingers into his messy dark hair and held on tight. Five thrusts more
and Stiles screamed, the sound cutting off abruptly into a sob as he came.
Derek followed soon, and Stiles took in a sharp breath as something thicker
than Derek's cock was forced into his dripping hole. He immediately felt surges
of warmth flood him and, being the clever and curious boy he was, he made the
connection that Derek had knotted him (something he'd researched while on a
Wiki spiral and then immediately prayed for forgiveness after for what he'd
found). Derek's hole body was bowed back, only the palms of his hands and hips
making any connection with Stiles' body, and Stiles couldn't help but splay his
fingers over his body and run his hands up the unusually-hot skin, feeling
every curvature and ripple of muscle.. He shifted on the warm marble, feeling
Derek's knot grow ever bigger in his channel, and he didn't know if he could
take it all. At the very epitome of his worry, the knot slid snugly against his
prostate and pressed, making him scream and cum again. He hadn't even realised
he'd stayed hard within those few minutes, but this orgasm was a dry one, and
it vibrated throughout his bones and skin, making him feel like a hollow void
filled with electricity. His eyes were partially closed- he was so exhausted-
when Derek loud out a long, drawn out yell, and a black mass surged out from
behind him. A great whoosh of air swam over his sweaty skin, and almost every
candle in the church when out, leaving them in an impossible dimness. The sound
of flapping and Derek's laboured breaths were all he could hear.
"So perfect, Stiles," Derek whispered, over and over. "You were made for
angels. You were made for us."
They felt like little prayers to Stiles, and for a a moment, the teenager
wondered if this is what God felt. The overwhelming satisfaction of giving
someone what they needed most, living off their need and faith that he could do
something, and getting that tenfold in return. Derek's body bent in half so he
was collapsed over Stiles, breathing heavily into his chest, and Stiles could
feel something soft and downy, but also razor sharp brush across his arms and
blow air over him. He could barely see through the dim and his partially-closed
eyes didn't help, but he thought he saw bolts of dull dark blue and indigo flit
through the dark. Reaching up with shaky hands, he placed his broad hands on
Derek's shoulders and slid them down, towards his wing bones. His fingertips
came into contact with something hard and smooth coming out of Derek's skin.
He disappeared into the hazy darkness of his eyelids.
End Notes
     I think we all need to go have a bath in some holy water...
     For Ellie, who is totally my bae and I love her in every single way
     (Ellie obviously did not tell me to write this ;) )
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