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The snow drifted down past fyodor's pallid complexion as he silently tread over the thick layer of snow, the soft crunch and tremble of his body the only evidence of his presence. His breath came in sharp pants as he stumbled up the stone steps. He shoved his gaunt body against the large wooden door as he entered the desolate building. The pews, rotten and decayed, the copper cross an aged green, and the stained windows shattered. He stumbled down the aisle of pews, gripping onto a number of them for support before slumping onto the altar, panting slightly and gripping his aching chest. As he slid down the large cross for support, he felt a wet slick drip down his back, soaking his tattered shirt. To his horror, he turned to see a large smear of blood from the cross down the back of his rags. He quickly attempted to scramble away, crawling to the steps of the altar before being hit with a surge of dizziness, dropping limply onto the stair, his head smashing into the crumbling stone steps.
Hours later, he woke to find himself bound to the cross he had previously found asylum from the snow within. His head lolled about in an almost drunken state as his ears rang and vision blurred. After regaining some of his senses he noticed the church was now covered in wax candles. Covering the pews, candle holders on the walls and a most peculiar circle of them around him their wax dripping slowly down the wood and stone structures. He tried to think over these strange occurrences, his head too fuzzy and muffled to recognise a high pitched giggle ring through the cold stone walls…
Meanwhile, a strange boy peered from behind a pew of the church. The giggle ringing through the church at the sight of the boy he had captured. He twiddled his fingers frantically and trembled from the excitement. The boy bound out from behind the pew at the back of the church and giggled excitedly, skipping down the aisle to his new toy. His head tilted as he stood in front of the older boy. He shuddered and flinched, pressing his face up to Fyodor's to inspect his glassy eyes, lolling head and faint pants. He gazed at his face with interest, poking his soft cheek slightly and smirking. “Hewooo?~” he whined “wake upppppppppp” Fyodor only grumbled in response to which the boy sighed from boredom.
He sighed from annoyance before deciding the angel needn’t need to be awake in order to be claimed fully as his. Nikolai looked almost in awe, tracing his fingers over the cold, pale skin of his collarbone. He began to consider bruising his angel's perfect skin with his own revolting humane mark. Then he would really be his angel…He smirked, tangling a hand in the ‘angel’s’ beautiful raven locks, tuging Fyodor’s limp head back and to the side as he began sucking on his collarbone, gently at first. Fyodor let out a breathy gasp as the warm sensation began returning him from his oblivious state. Fyodor gasped and strained against his rope bindings as much as his pathetic body would allow. “W-who the he-hell ar-re y-you” his voice tremoured as he practically gasped for air. The boy momentarily stopped, dark bruises sprinkling his angel's beautiful neck, to look up. “My names Nikolai, but I already know who you are!~” He giggled, his long braid swaying behind him. Fyodor trembled from the fear and cold piercing his bones. “Wh-who am I…”Fyodor dared to mumble. Nikolai grinned possessively against his neck. “My new angel…” He smirked up at Fyodor's elegant face, the panicked and concerned expression making him ever the more ravishing. “What…what do you want from me…” he tremoured as the deranged boy's eyes glared up at him, a hint of almost…possessiveness in them. Nikolai giggled, “I want…you.”
"Wh-what...", Fyodor looked in absolute disbelief at the manic teen. Nikolai giggled and ran his hands down Fyodor's slender body before coming to a stop on his bony hips. "...What are you d-doing", his voice still containing a slight tremour. "I have to make sure you really are my angel...". "What are you talking abou- ah!" Nikolai bit hard into his collarbone, a trickle of deep red blood sliding down his palid complexion. He wrapped an arm around his waist as the other remained firmly planted on his hip. "This might hurt...", Fyodors gaze was met with an eerie grin looking up at him. "Please...". However his small plea was cut short as the boy attacked his neck, covering it it small puncture marks from which it bled. "A-ahh st-stop it hu-hurts!", he gasped.
His's hands slid behind Fyodor's slender thighs, gripping and rubbing them with his calloused hands. He lifted his head from the bleeding neck and gazed into Fyodor's glassy eyes, still sparked with a hint of fear despite his groggy state. He kissed him, gently at first.
Fyodor gasped and pulled on his weak bindings as he stared being kissed more roughly, Nikolai's warm lips pressing and moving firmly against his unmoving cold ones. Nikolai dug his nails into his thighs harder, earning him a soft yelp, "Kiss back". Fyodor reluctantly moved his lips against the boy's. However the nearly intimate moment was quickly broken as he felt a sharp pain, Nikolai's cainines digging into his lips. "A-ah hmn h-hey!-" He was cut off as his tounge slithered into his parted lips, filling his mouth as it entwined with his own.
Fyodor gasped and tried to swivel his head away. A spindly muscular hand gripping his chin painfully tight before he could do so. "Now now...be a good boy..." Nikolai smirked, pulling away from his face as he pressed his already aching member against Fyodors gaunt midriff.
"Wh-what is tha...-!" Fyodor gasped as the younger boys dick was quickly unsheathed. As Fyodor started screaming Niko sighed and ripped off a strip of Fyodor's rags to gag him. After being gagged Fyodor felt a thick slimy warmth slip between his thighs. He sqealed and clenched down, attempting to resist however only managing to arouse Nikolai further with a squishy tightness that he started pumping into with a groan.
"hehe...squeeze harder pet~"
Fyodor squealed as a pale flush painted itself across his cheeks an unwanted boner forming after Nikolais release down his inner thighs.
Nikolai smirked and looked from the hardening dick pressing against his abdomen to the older boy's flushed face. He slithered his palm on top, rolling it teasingly as Fyodor bit back whines.